It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet's mansion. A duet of sturdy looking poles in one of the Edgar Albert Guest room. Normally, the door was closed, but that one prison term. They were about three human foot high and blank space about 3 or 4 groundwork apart, rising up from the story in front of a large mirror on the paries. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, curious, I'd gone in for a minute or two. I hadn't really thought too practically about them, but every once in a while, the image reasserted itself in my heading, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as fourth dimension went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of course of study, that's all it was. A fantasy. Something to beleaguer myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog trollop, instead of Rachel. And it would induce stayed that way, except…

"I promised Scarlet that I'll arrest by and hold on Loki - her dog. She's gone all day and she asked If I'd mind."

"Weren't you and Mitch having an evening in ?"I asked, checking the time. A petty after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a little time there. He's got a door to get out into the backyard, but he gets lonely if he's by himself too long."

"I could do it,"I said, not even stopping to conceive. At that bit, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could own a relaxing night in with her boyfriend. It was only after we'd hung up that it became something else. Something practically less altruistic.

"Would you mind, kitten ?"

"Not at all,"I told her, practically purring at her use of the pet gens. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do simple little chores for her, even the most menial. It felt good and it kept me in her good gracility as an add together bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could witness the spare house key and how to turn off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an hour or so with him ? He's very favorable and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty still in the afternoons. love life you."

"Love you too, kept woman,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that import to remember the poles and, without meaning too, I began to work a plan that had aught to do with what schoolmistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Shepard, had met me at the door, eager for company. As my Mistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my best to act casual, my fondness was pounding in my chest so hard that I could feel it against my ribs and I was a little breathless and a bit vertiginous as I closed and locked the doorway behind me.

Setting down my rucksack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ear, called him a near boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than that, so we ended up going out back so I could make a tennis ball for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to block. Giving him a osculation on the olfactory organ ( which re-ignited my mettle once more ) I topped off his food for thought bowl and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his possessor was away.

Time for me to put my plan into activity, knowing that it was hazardous and that it might not turn out as I'd envisioned, but that it was Worth the risk. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As usual, the door was closed securely. None of the early doorway in the household were, only this one. I took a instant to wonder about that, and then put it out of my judgement, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the poles weren't. A pang of disappointment went through me as I walked over to stand before the tall pondering device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small patches in the carpeting where there wasn't any carpet. kneel, I looked closer. It looked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the torch on my sound and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should advert that the mirror wasn't the only matter in the room. On the wall behind it hung a ripe sized flavourless screen tv. A minuscule desk was against the bulwark to the right, facing a window to the back railway yard, so that it was the first affair to the highest degree people saw when entering the room, and against the opposite word wall were a pair of plush looking death chair to either side of sliding doors - presumably, a closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the blinds, making sure that no one could see in. The slats created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to twist the Inner Light on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet, fingers crossed that what I was looking for would be inside…

And they were. Pretty obvious, too. Not only that, but there were more than one dyad, giving me a choice, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my program, I set it into movement, knowing that, if I thought about it too practically, I'd chicken out. Step one. Undress.

I'd come over in a pair of trunks, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my snitch by the back door, it didn't take me long to shed everything, including my bra and my panty ( which were embarrassingly damp at this breaker point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation ). I folded them all, taking my time, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the spirit of being naked in someone's house I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, mistress had said. mass of fourth dimension. Going back to the loo, I examined the rod. There were, in all, three bent, all about four infantry marvelous. Curious, I took a closer feel. One set had expansion slot running up each pole, with a pair of metal rings set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a lead, where you could move the ring up and down the rings up and down the entire length of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a fixed mob at the bottom of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered eyesight that Nox. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the tranquil metal. It was aplomb to the touch and polished so that I could see my fuzzy reflection in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breathing place. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even make myself number, but I resisted. There's muckle of sentence for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the Same, only it had a third base set of halo at about the centre. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the mobile attachments, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the base so that it could be easily set into the floor. It took me two try to get it right - the first time, when it was all the way in, the ringing were facing outwards, so I simply unscrewed it and then adjusted it so that they were facing inward, before setting the early in as well.

And then I couldn't help myself. I stood close to the celestial pole, wooden leg spread all-inclusive as I observed my observation in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the alloy with my juices, letting out a little moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to pore on the lascivious look-alike in the looking glass. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the literal adventure. I'd packed a few matter specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my back over to the desk, set it down on the floor, tossed the cushion to one English and took a seat on the wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my scoop to cool off myself a fiddling, but it was nearly unsufferable, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the backside already. That would have been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. raft of clip, but now I was too eager to get started not to hurry myself along. I started with the manacle, placing them on the airfoil of the desk in a neat and hospital attendant way. A duet for my wrists and one for my ankle. They were leather. A twain of silver warp would secure them. A unity metal ring was on the contrary side so that you could secure a Mexican valium or a chain.

A pinch. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's mien, but a dense leather one with a single warp and a ring to seize, presumably, a leash. It was and actual dog choker, purchased at a pet store. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machines they have to engrave my name, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of phantasy - Livvy. And, on the former side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on rightfulness now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talk myself out of this. It would start the shift. My finger were a little shivering as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a moment, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my nipples where backbreaking and I could see the shine of my pussy succus on the insides of my thighs. Once again, I decided to exit them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost impossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and preserve unpacking.

Next came four inadequate length of concatenation and four padlocks, the keys still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a little sick for a second so I took a moment to simply conclude my eye and try to slow down my breathing. I could feel heat spreading all over my body, heating and rousing - it was almost decent to eclipse the reverence and the pity that burned within me as well, know that I was certainly I was going to follow through with my plan.

A dress came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of sheer textile. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly suddenly. Standing up it would cover my puss and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would save it from sliding down. I would accent my easy nature rather than fall it.

Last thing. A jar of Arachis hypogaea butter. That was the most crucial item, despite it being the to the lowest degree obvious. Taking a mystifying breath, I began. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a handcuff around my correctly ankle joint, buckling it securely, and then did the Saame with my left. Then the same with my wrist joint handcuff. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in front of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A hussy.

"A dog slut,"I whispered, licking my lips with anticipation for what I hoped would bump.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching at the young lady sunk a duo of digit into the ja and began to sully it on her eubstance - on my body. On the insides of my thigh, on my ass impertinence, on my knoll, and then, more daringly, on my cunt lips, between my impertinence, my asshole, my clit and as much as I could agitate into my dripping wet twat.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the Pole, trancelike. It really did palpate like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. commencement, I put the paint to my ankle cuffs and the turnup on my get out wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my pinch.

I took one length of strand and fed it through the ring at the stand of the magnetic pole before securing both death on the ring of my cuff, following suit on the former side of meat, forcing my legs to broadcast a span of feet apart. It would be uncomfortable, but accomplishable. Then I did the Lapplander with the cuff on my get out wrist, attaching it to the gang at the top of the pole.

The right wrist would be tricky, but it was important that I did it correct so that I could take to the woods when the time came. It wouldn't be well-heeled, but I'd give myself deal of time, and I'd taken the care of setting the alarm on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a little early, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no mind what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the chain through the ring on her handcuff, and then through the one on the pole, the whorl already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a frustrating total of time, and she almost dropped it a couple of times, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would read exertion, but she was positive that she'd left enough squirm room to unfreeze herself when the timekeeper went off.

She looked in the mirror. It was impossible not too, since the terminal forced her to face it. God, she looked… slutty.

"Like a dog slattern,"she repeated."I am a tight piffling slut who wants to have a go at it pawl. And maybe horses, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission charge, even though there was no one to see her almost silent whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but await, prediction and defeat making her anxious, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going home, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glimpse at her earpiece told her that a little over a half hour had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

"Fifteen more minutes,"she told herself,"and then…"

She felt a knife thrust of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a jerking of scare as a gentle jingle caught her attention, followed by the indulgent chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the elbow room to look into. From where she stood, she couldn't see him, but she knew that, if he came all the way in, she'd be able to see his reflection.

"Here boy,"she called, softly, coaxing him further in until he was standing directly behind her, looking at her inquisitively."Livvy has a treat for you."

I felt my tummy clench, followed by my pussy, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the interior of my right thigh. And then I felt his hot breath on the back of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his mouthpiece and licking the monkey nut butter I'd smeared on my physique once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shivers of manic intimate desire up and down my spine and mysterious into my core.

"nooky,"I whimpered, and then began to groan as he went after his delicacy in earnest. Apparently Arachis hypogaea butter was the right selection. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste and olfactory modality of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitches - not young woman, bitch - campaign that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's squawk the second his lingua slid up the inside of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able to think calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was recollect about him licking me, about how his glossa would finger in my cunt or my asshole. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what would happen if he tried to mount up me. I wasn't sure if he could while I was chained like this, but maybe, if I could unchain myself, he would. I wanted to feel his prick sinking into my slit as he claimed me, sense him fucking me a like a jack hammer, his greyback swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to find it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waistline, his furry haunches pressed into my thighs and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls inside of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the look-alike of the girl chained between two metallic element Pole while being licked by a German Shepard.

And then, I feel his lingua on my ass cheek, finding Sir Thomas More of the yummy dainty, and I start to sway even harder, knowing that I could not block off this, that I didn't want to contain this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just keep looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to listen, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ sound boy'as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my asshole, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should hold back. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the goober pea butter was just too toothsome not to wind up it. All this metre I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a while to registrar that I was watching myself, not some cruddy dog porn video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his clapper brush against my cunt mouth, and then again. I stated at my range of a function, my ramification paste, my arms gap, drool running down my Chin and dripping into my tits, my aching mammilla swollen, my tits bouncing, his snoot between my leg, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the sharpness, an orgasm wracking through my eubstance. I caught sight of myself briefly, knack over as a lot as I could, his knife slurping up and down my kitty, between my bombastic lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the trope had shifted. This time Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was determine, encouraging him with more ‘ good boys'and ‘ make your bitch fare'and whatever else came to mind. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in orphic, embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I wanted to be the whizz. Mostly because it was me, and it was really happening. And because, instead of being disgusted, I was turned on beyond de***********ion.

"Oh, god, yes, fuck your bitch with your natural language. Make me get, good doggie, abstruse, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my optic away from the mirror, as I came again, his knife brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep going. I was so spirit on watching, that it took me respective moments, very yearn consequence during which I thought my heart would burst from my chest, to detect that Ilse's friend, scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his natural language deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with a enigmatic smiling on her face.

Panicking at being found out and caught in the act, I fought against the chains that held me in place, unable to think straight, the end resultant role being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken free, falling to the flooring where there was no way I could get to it.

"So nasty,"Loki's owner said, shaking her header."Letting my dog at your dirty little cunt. What a nasty little whore."

I shook my head, trying to explain myself but ineffective to get more than a few words out before another climax hit me. I managed to grab at the rod so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her Word of God as she came closer.

"Ilse let me know you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was indisputable of what you were up to. And once I was, I decided to cut my evening short."

"God, I'm sorry, please, I'll never do anything like this again."

She laughed. It was a decent laugh, one that sent shivered up and down my spine. rich and sensuous and cruel.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

She was honest-to-god than me by about ten years, but she didn't feel it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair liberate, brunette waves spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer stage. At present she was dressed casually in a annulus and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a strand of drool leaking from my mouth and down my Chin until it hung, suspended for respective wink and then fell to the floor.

"good boy."

She was behind me now, petting the Shepard between the ears fondly, her middle on him, not on me.

"He's very well trained,"she said with a cushy chuckle, lifting her optic so that she could grab mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to react, I said nothing, staring at her reflectivity, my typeface flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorts of commands."

I gasped as I felt her fingerbreadth brushing against the cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip bone, and along my flank as she moved in front of me, bending slightly so that she could essay the tag on my collar.

"Livvy. Is that what you want to be called ?"

"Yes. Please."I whispered, my voice shaking as she turned it over, shaking her head as she read the in***********ion on the other side.

"Dog slut."

I found myself blushing even harder, if that was possible as she let go of it, and held her telephone set out, so that I could see the screen. On it, I watched recorded telecasting of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the cuffs, smearing peanut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

"It's still recording, ‘ Livvy ’, although it will be leisurely enough to edit if I decide to do so."

"What are you going to do ?"I asked uncertainly, ineffective to meet her gaze.

"I'm going to watch as this plays out, although I think I'm going to spend a penny some variety before I let Loki love himself some more."

Loki, I noticed, was looking back and forth, his gaze following whomever was talking at the moment, his tail thumping happily on the carpeting.

"stay. Good boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his ears before retrieving the pair of poles with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a fourth dimension, before me and screwing them into the flooring like I'd done with the others so that they were respective feet in front of me, even with the ace I'd chained myself to.

"You ever suck a dog's pecker before, Livvy ?"

"What ? No, never,"I admitted, feeling lust that had been somewhat quelled at Scarlet's interruption, rising again oceanic abyss within.

"Ever been fucked ?"

This prison term, I just shook my head teacher, and then, very softly made my confession."Until now, I'd never… done anything with… a dog. It was all just a fantasy. I just… I had to know…"

"Oh,"she said, sounding surprised. Then, there it was again. That plenteous, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a extra treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlocked my carpus."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to comply, with her help.

"right wing bridge player first, please."

I held my right hand up so that she could pull it towards the other perch, locking my cuff directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my articulatio genus, bent over, my implements of war out in figurehead of me.

"Almost there. Be patient."I thought, at first, that she was talking to me, but when I glanced in the mirror, I realized that she was addressing her dog.

"fucking,"I breathed, too tranquilize for her to hear, my eyes going astray as my resource went into full geartrain. In this position, she could do me do either… give suck his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be able to quit her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my fault. It was out of my control…

"One more thing, Livvy."She'd found a whang in the nigh. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the prize.

"Sir Thomas More for looks than anything else."

She buckled it around my waist, looping the discarded strand from earlier through rings attached to it and then through the middle rings on the terminal I'd Chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a good girl and stay right there for me. It'll commit you time to intend about what's to come. Come, Loki. I'm going to change and get myself something to eat. Don't trouble. I'll be back shortly."

She left me like that, chained to the poles bent over, my snatch dripping fluids onto the carpeting, ineffectual to front at myself in the mirror which was now only a few animal foot in figurehead of me. I stared at the tag suspension from my shoe collar, repeating her words softly.

"Livvy. Dog fornicatress. Have you ever sucked a dog's cock before, Livvy ? Have you ever been fucked by a dog ?"

I found myself crying, tears welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiate need gotten me into. It was just a illusion. I never meant for it to actually befall, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His rough lingua traveling over my second joint, my ass, pushing between my cheek, and then, that electrifying present moment when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first base clip. I felt so soiled. It was the most taboos of taboo and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him figure out me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my swollen lips, his aplomb nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my second joint.

"Dog hussy,"I told my rumination accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to admit it, but you want more, don't you ?"

Licking my mouth, I closed my eyes and took a rich hint, letting it out slowly, before answering, my part too quiet for even me to hear, but the answer clearly as daytime in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how long she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more like fifteen or twenty minutes at about. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his spike perking up when he saw me. Scarlet had changed into a comfortable looking gown. Not a fuzzed pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was risque and glossy and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her shank. The stern fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a crank of wine-colored in one bridge player. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a little as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so nervous, I might have too. Instead I simply did my near not to pant or moan or do any other sound that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my heart drawn down between his haunches at the ruddy tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His cock. I'd seen picture show, of course, but never up close and personal.

"Tell Loki he's a near boy, Livvy. Tell him how much you liked him licking your wet piffling pussy. Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my regard from his putz to vermilion's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked well-chosen, his red hanging haphazardly over his black backtalk. It almost looked like he was grinning at me. It made me question if he knew what was coming, and was looking forward to it ?

"You're a good boy,"I managed, stumbling over the Logos a footling."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front of her, at least, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your tongue on my pussycat and making me come…"

"That wasn't so hard, was it now,"scarlet said with a smirk, kneeling down in front of me so that our faces were about even.

"You're not the first girl Loki has serve, Livvy, although it's been a spell since the last one. I'm going to go get well-off and look out the show. Like I said, he knows all variety of commands."

She took me by surprisal, then, and kissed me, not just a petty peck on the lip, but a porn star buss, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a honest scene of me. Of us. I watched her lift her methamphetamine to her sass and consume a small sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingers cupping the bowl, her expression, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

I let out a startled gasp, surprised as Loki stepped forward and started licking my aspect. He wasn't gentle, either, as he lapped away, his tongue wet with slobber. I even giggled as little at his apparent delight in ‘ kissing'me. It was kind of gross and kind of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

"Stick your tongue out, Livvy. osculation him back."

I opened my sassing to object, which he took as an invitation to put his tongue inside of it. Again, he wasn't gentle, but he wasn't hurting me. His breathing spell didn't stink, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could detect peanut butter and pussy as he kissed me.

"buss. Him. book binding, jade,"Scarlet repeated, making it sound like an order of magnitude. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him work out it, doing my substantially not to pull my nous back when he got his clapper in my mouth.

"French him, Livvy. He's not just some stray dog. He's your buff for the evening, and he wants to bear witness you a good clip. You should do the same."

When put that way, I did my best, both to please her and to please Loki. It was tentative at starting time, but I started to actually opine of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty sure as shooting vermilion was going to deliver him get it on me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his natural language while he licked mine, my mouth, my nerve, and chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose myself a petty, feeling my mammilla hardening both due to prevision and the so very inappropriateness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glance over at orange red. She'd untied her gown, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine as she watched us. She caught my eyes and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her glossa along the edges. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the rod that secured my wrists to no help.

By the clip she gave the future command, my face was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's statement immediately. I swear I could hear an eager grumble in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one dot. Scarlet laughed when I let out a moan at that simple-minded contact lens.

"Someone's turned on."

My only response was a stuttering moan as I felt his promontory pushing between my set off thigh and his bore hot breaths heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my succus. Unable to help myself, I did my C. H. Best to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his lingua inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and medium clit. In just a few min he had me on the verge of coming again. I could experience the heating system rushing through me, my pulse hammering as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to scream in frustration as he obeyed the command almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the boundary of a massive orgasm, ineffective to do anything to advertise myself over.

"Poor thing,"Scarlet teased, my distress obvious."Tell me what you want and maybe I'll give it to you."

I turned my promontory towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a partial view of her titty. The nipple I could see was as swollen and pussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her branch to uncover a nicely trimmed shore strip above her pretty pink pussycat.

"While you're cooling down a picayune, you should watch out this."

She picked up her speech sound and played with it until the screen behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the images it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the rod. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of row she had. I should give birth been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lust as I watched her dog tease me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a luck to registrar the words before he made a curtly jump over my calf and stuck his drumhead under my set aside trunk, his tongue warm and wet against the slope of my tit, every once in a while brushing my tit and then concentrating on my unvoiced nub until I began to worm helplessly, begging him to stop, her to make him stop. He nipped my chest with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to stay still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll starting getting jumpy. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your knocker. Your nipple. Your tender piffling pussy. I don't think he'd break the cutis, but I can't progress to any promises."

"Fuck fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a recess, and trotted to the other side, pausing to give way my face a salt lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my former nipple, driving me, again, closer and closer to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so fucking sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and your lover. I'm so glad you decided to come over and run. Maybe, if you ask nicely, this could be a fixture playdate. Would you like that ?"

Unable to utter, I shook my nous stubbornly. I wouldn't sacrifice her the satisfaction of knowing how much I did want that. At least right now I did.

"fight it all you want. It's your nature. Now that you've had a sense of taste, you'll want more. Loki. Sit."

Again, I was tacit. I could have protested to my bosom's contentedness, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a mystifying seated phantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to get just this once. I was hooked.

"Now It's your good turn, Livvy. I want you to depict Loki how much you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few min to reckon the new dictation. In fact, it took some prompt on Scarlet's parting before I understood what she, and her dog, expected of me. The command was really meant for me. She wanted me to burn out him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a good feeling at his bright red cock as it extended five or six inch from his sheath, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my berm blade, giving me a near up close down view of his hammer, which seemed to be growing bigger by the second. I gripped the poles, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

scarlet replied with a gimcrack chuckle, and no More, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growling as he started to take the air his paws slowly forward, seeming to know what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really proficient up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was kind of Wyrd. The head was variety of flat with a sort of tip on it. Other than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human hammer, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was ending enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

I licked him. He was already oozing precum. It wasn't much different than a guy's. Salty, slick, only it was different. It wasn't a guy ’, it was a German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr.'s…

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Livvy. Don't try to suck him yet. Just kiss it. Tease his tip with your tongue."

I let out a soft whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his cock, my tongue playing over the weird shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to consume about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to extend to between my leg and cutaneous senses myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my mouth, taking a little to a greater extent of it, using my lingua to tease and vibrate, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so dirty. He moved a little forward, his chela rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my mouth was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouth. I felt him twitch a duet of clip and it wasn't look before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corner of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a moan as he pushed himself of my back, his claws scraping against my articulatio humeri, scratching me.

"Fuck,"I groaned in answer as he sat suddenly on his haunches, spit lolling out as his attention went back and forth between me and Scarlet, wanting to obey his owner while eager to use me as his bitch.

"Enjoy yourself, slut ?"she asked, startling me. I hadn't noticed her standing, so engrossed in what I had been doing to Loki, taking his rooster in my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his question, and then she did the same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to turn back now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your last chance to back out, footling dog slut."ew

external respiration heavily, I weighed my option. Maybe this was all a misunderstanding. Would I regret it afterwards ? While she didn't say the words, I knew what would happen if we continued. She'd let him fuck me. He'd stick his turncock inside of me and use me as his kick. He'd probably knot me and fill me with his cum and I'd have crossed a wrinkle I could never re-cross. I'd have fucked a dog. Willingly, since she was giving me a choice. I could say no. She was offering me that chance. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't purity her offer, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something cryptical inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too muscular for me to deny.

"No. Don't stop. Please,"I told her, my voice shaking."I want this."

"What is it that you want, Livvy. William Tell me."

Her smiling was fell, but sympathetic as well. She understood, all too well, what was driving me. She knelt, then, directly in front of me, and kissed me softly on the mouth, her glossa pushing past my rim and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my titty and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to fuck me."

It was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for her to discover.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

Swallowing, I looked over at her dog. He was staring at me too, an bore tone on his case as he panted softly and cocked his pass as if waiting on me.

"I want Loki to eff me, vermilion. I want him to stick his dick in my twat and use me like a bitch. I want to feel his knot and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

"trade good girl,"she told me, and then, my luck decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My kernel skipped a beat as I watched the animate being, the dog, Loki, push off his vertebral column legs and, rear end wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted eyeshot of the mirror in front end of me and of her, defenseless, her legs spread as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his look wooden leg around my waist, holding tight as we began to shove himself. I felt his cock hitting the rear of my thigh and then my left impertinence, then my right.



"His aim is not always perfect. You probably don't want him in your ass. At least not the number one clock time. dead reckoning we'll see what happens."

A sense of not bad shame washed over me. disgrace and humiliation as Loki kept trying while I watched him in the mirror, growing frustrated as he kept missing. It wasn't like I wasn't wet enough. And then, he got his prick in me, thrusting deep with a exultant bark. After that, it felt like a air hammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no gaze for my ease, his cock swelling up inside my mingy pussy. I let out a loud moan.

God, he was rough, but it felt so good. A fast glance to my left hand showed orange red playing with her own pussy, her ramification now over the arms of the chairwoman so I could get a dear look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the showtime time I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his cock into me without seeming to tired. I started to feel a climax coming on, the physical sensation as well as the fruition that I was being fucked by a dog while it's possessor watched was too much. I shook violently before letting out a rasping cry, coming hard while he kept fucking me. And then, I came again, or maybe it was all the same orgasm. I was too lost in XTC to distinguish. I felt his peter growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls as he knotted me and I came a one-third time, tears leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, drool running past my brim and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his gnarl grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. Close, so faithful. I just needed something to push me over the edge. I felt his legs tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his seminal fluid into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a warm jet and there was so a great deal of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another plash of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the boundary.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my body overloaded with vivid pleasance as an even stronger wave of raptus washed over me. She shot his cargo a thirdly sentence and then seemed to relax a little. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his knot locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped over me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. soft applause as vermilion clapped her hands slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. sword lily I was able-bodied to immortalize the integral thing."

I blushed hard, my nerve burning as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine devotee who, for the moment, was mental object to stand there, his prick embedded in me…

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to slip out. With the knot gone, his cum started leaking out of me. Pouring out might own been a better de***********ion. There was just so often of it.

"dangling my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until vermilion took commiseration and released me from my Julian Bond so that I could sink to the floor and lay on the soaked carpet. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her touch and with her countersign, calling me a good little girl and dog fucker and a strumpet and… I lost caterpillar track after a piece.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my angry dreams and, at the same time, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must have felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able to draw a blank this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time thing. Already I was thinking of the next fourth dimension, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While orange red watched ? Or maybe Mistress would be there next time ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or dogs.

right hand now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy her touch as it grew ever more carnal and then sexual, her fingers teasing me slowly towards another orgasm.

"You want to come again, Livvy ?"she asked softly. I simply nodded.

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”