It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a political party at Scarlet's house. A twosome of hardy looking magnetic pole in one of the node elbow room. Normally, the doorway was closed, but that one time. They were about three metrical unit high and place about 3 or 4 feet apart, rising up from the flooring in presence of a large mirror on the rampart. 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 much about them, but every once in a piece, the image reasserted itself in my headland, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of track, that's all it was. A fantasy. Something to tease myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog loose woman, instead of Rachel. And it would have stayed that way, except…

"I promised Scarlet that I'll stop by and hold back 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 fourth dimension. A little after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a little fourth dimension 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 recollect. At that moment, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could have a relaxing dark in with her boyfriend. It was only after we'd hung up that it became something else. Something much less altruistic.

"Would you mind, kitten ?"

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

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find the part with sign of the zodiac key and how to rick off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could drop an time of day or so with him ? He's very friendly and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty placidity in the afternoon. dear you."

"honey you too, schoolma'am,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that moment to remember the perch and, without meaning too, I began to form a program that had nothing to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very bighearted German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr., had met me at the doorway, eager for company. As my Mistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my topper to act insouciant, my centre was pounding in my chest so arduous that I could feel it against my costa and I was a fiddling breathless and a bit dizzy as I closed and locked the threshold behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his auricle, called him a thoroughly boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit Sir Thomas More than that, so we ended up going out back so I could throw a tennis ball for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a osculation on the nose ( which re-ignited my pith once more ) I topped off his food bowling ball and changed his piss and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

clip for me to put my plan into natural process, knowing that it was risky and that it might not wrick out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the hazard. Fetching my packsack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As usual, the door was closed securely. None of the other doors in the sign of the zodiac were, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the poles weren't. A shot of disappointment went through me as I walked over to stomach before the tall pensive device and made a boldness at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small fleck in the carpet where there wasn't any rug. Kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were cakehole hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my earphone and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the flooring.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the solely thing in the room. On the wall behind it hung a full size flat screen tv. A humble desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window to the back yard, so that it was the showtime thing to the highest degree people saw when entering the way, and against the opposite wall were a yoke of plush looking chairwoman to either English of sliding doorway - presumably, a water closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the subterfuge, making sure that no one could see in. The slats created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to move around the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the water closet, fingerbreadth 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 pair, giving me a pick, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could channel out my plan, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too very much, I'd chicken out. Step one. Undress.

I'd seminal fluid over in a pair of underdrawers, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my canary by the rearwards door, it didn't study me long to shed everything, including my bra and my pantie ( which were embarrassingly damp at this point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in prediction ). I folded them all, taking my metre, edging myself, in a way, with the expectation of what I hoped would take place.

I paused, savoring the flavor 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. Plenty of time. Going back to the press, I examined the Pole. There were, in all, three sets, all about four human foot tall. queer, I took a closer look. One set had slot running up each magnetic pole, with a dyad of alloy tintinnabulation set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a running, where you could proceed the ring up and down the ringing up and down the integral duration of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a fixed ring at the bottom of the inning of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered beholding that night. My manus trembled as I ran it up and down the quiet alloy. It was assuredness to the touch sensation and polished so that I could see my muzzy mirror image in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening hint. God, I wanted to relate myself, maybe even make myself hail, but I resisted. There's plenty of time for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the same, only it had a third set of rings at about the midpoint. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the mobile adhesion, but, in the end, I chose the close one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the substructure so that it could be easily set into the floor. It took me two effort to get it right - the outset time, when it was all the way in, the rings 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 pole, peg spread broad as I observed my expression in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my succus, letting out a lilliputian moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to condense on the libidinous range in the looking looking glass. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the existent adventure. I'd packed a few affair specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my backbone over to the desk, set it down on the floor, tossed the cushion to one side and took a seat on the Grant Wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my best to cool off myself a small, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would have been hard to explicate if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. plenitude of time, but now I was too eagre to get started not to hurry myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly fashion. A pair for my wrists and one for my mortise joint. They were leather. A pair of silver medal warp would procure them. A unity metallic element closed chain was on the contrary slope so that you could secure a circle or a chain.

A catch. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's presence, but a loggerheaded leather one with a bingle buckle and a tintinnabulation to sequester, presumably, a threesome. It was and actual dog pinch, purchased at a pet store. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machines they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I'm having these form of illusion - Livvy. And, on the former side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talk myself out of this. It would start the shift. My fingerbreadth were a little precarious as I buckled it around my pharynx. I stood a consequence, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my tit where severe and I could see the refulgency of my pussycat juices on the inside of my thighs. Once again, I decided to impart them there and not adjoin myself. It was hard. Almost impossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and go along unpacking.

Next came four shortly distance of range of mountains and four padlocks, the Francis Scott Key still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a little sick for a moment so I took a bit to simply close my centre and try to slow my ventilation. I could finger hot up spreading all over my torso, warmth and rousing - it was almost enough to eclipse the concern and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.

A attire came side by side. I guess you could shout out it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of downright cloth. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would incubate my puss and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would celebrate it from sliding down. I would accent my wanton nature rather than fall it.

survive thing. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most important particular, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a mysterious breathing time, I began. With one infantry on the desk, I wrapped a manacle around my right ankle joint, buckling it securely, and then did the Sami with my left. Then the Sami with my wrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in front of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

"A dog loose woman,"I whispered, licking my lips with prediction for what I hoped would materialise.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my contemplation again, watching at the girl sunk a duad of fingers into the ja and began to smear it on her torso - on my body. On the inside of my thigh, on my ass nerve, on my mound, and then, more daringly, on my puss lips, between my cheeks, my bunghole, my clitoris and as much as I could push into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the poles, trancelike. It really did sense like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stopover to it. First, I put the headstone to my articulatio talocruralis cuffs and the handcuff on my left articulatio radiocarpea on a keyring, which I attached to my shoe collar.

I took one length of chain and fed it through the mob at the base of the magnetic pole before securing both close on the annulus of my cuff, following cause on the early side, forcing my legs to spread a match of infantry apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the Lapplander with the manacle on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the celestial pole.

The right articulatio radiocarpea would be tricky, but it was authoritative that I did it correct so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn't be wanton, but I'd give myself plenty of time, and I'd taken the precaution of setting the warning signal on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a lilliputian other, I would be long gone by the sentence she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the chain through the band on her cuff, and then through the one on the celestial pole, the whorl already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a spoil amount of time, and she almost dropped it a pair of times, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take effort, but she was confident that she'd left decent wiggle room to free herself when the timer went off.

She looked in the mirror. It was out of the question not too, since the poles forced her to face it. God, she looked… slutty.

"Like a dog slovenly woman,"she repeated."I am a smutty petty slut who wants to fuck frankfurter. And maybe cavalry, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission, even though there was no one to hear her almost silent whisper.

After that, there was cipher to do but wait, prediction and frustration making her queasy, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going home, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her earphone told her that a little over a half minute had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

"15 more hour,"she told herself,"and then…"

She felt a stab of disappointment after one-half of that had gone by, followed by a jolt of affright as a soft jangle caught her tending, followed by the voiced chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the 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 dainty for you."

I felt my stomach clinch, followed by my pussy, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the inside of my redress second joint. And then I felt his hot breath on the rachis of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his knife slipping out of his mouth and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my pulp once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shivers of frenzied sexual desire up and down my back and late into my core.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his dainty in earnest. Apparently groundnut butter was the right option. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste and smell of my overheating snatch, or maybe he just into squawk - not girls, bitches - crusade that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog jade to Loki's bitch the second his tongue slid up the inside of my second joint.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been capable to think calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was think about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel in my cunt or my asshole. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what would bump if he tried to climb on 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 finger his rooster sinking into my bitch as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a jackfruit hammer, his knot swelling inside my golf hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his bow-wow cum. I wanted to finger it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waist, his furry haunches pressed into my thigh 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 image of the girl chained between two metal poles while being licked by a German Sam Shepard.

And then, I feel his natural language on my ass nerve, finding more of the yummy goody, and I start to shake off even harder, knowing that I could not quit this, that I didn't want to stop this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just celebrate looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ well 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 stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to finish it. All this time I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a while to registrar that I was watching myself, not some foul dog porn video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his glossa thicket against my bitch sass, and then again. I stated at my image, my legs spread, my branch spread, drool running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching teat swollen, my tit bouncing, his snout between my ramification, his spit extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an orgasm wracking through my dead body. I caught sight of myself briefly, bent grass over as much as I could, his glossa slurping up and down my pussy, between my tumescent lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This clip Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ good male child'and ‘ make your bitch come'and whatever else came to mind. It was so much filthy than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to allow to anyone how very much I wanted to be the star. 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 squawk with your glossa. stool me do, undecomposed pooch, profoundly, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my oculus away from the mirror, as I came again, his spit brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to continue going. I was so intent on watching, that it took me respective moments, very hanker moment during which I thought my heart would explode from my chest, to point out that Ilse's friend, vermilion, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his lingua 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 chain of mountains that held me in place, unable to reckon straight, the end result being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken release, falling to the base where there was no way I could get to it.

"So nasty,"Loki's owner said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your begrime trivial cunt. What a smutty little whore."

I shook my school principal, trying to explain myself but ineffective to get more than a few lyric out before another orgasm hit me. I managed to grab at the poles so I wouldn't flop, barely registering her words as she came closer.

"Ilse let me get it on you'd be dropping by. We both had our mistrust, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was sure 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 nice laugh, one that sent shivered up and down my spine. rich and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was older than me by about ten yr, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her whisker easy, brunette wafture spilling over her berm, and she had killer legs. At demo she was dressed casually in a skirt and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a string of drool leaking from my mouth and down my Kuki-Chin until it hung, suspended for various split second and then fell to the level.

"Good boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a balmy chuckle, lifting her eyes so that she could catch mine in the bulwark length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said cypher, staring at her musing, my font flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sort of commands."

I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing against the impertinence 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 analyse 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 top dog as she read the in***********ion on the early side.

"Dog slut."

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

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

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

"I'm going to follow as this plays out, although I think I'm going to make some changes before I let Loki delight himself some more."

Loki, I noticed, was looking back and Forth River, his regard following whomever was talking at the minute, his tail thumping happily on the carpeting.

"halt. good boy,"orange red told him, scratching between his ears before retrieving the duo of poles with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a clip, before me and screwing them into the base like I'd done with the others so that they were various ft in presence of me, even with the one I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This meter, I just shake off my head, 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 copious, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a exceptional treat."

She found the samara for the padlocks and unlocked my wrists."kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to follow, with her help.

"Right deal first, please."

I held my right on mitt up so that she could rive it towards the early pole, locking my manacle directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knees, knack over, my arms out in front of me.

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

"piece of tail,"I breathed, too quiet for her to get word, my center going wide as my imagination went into full appurtenance. In this office, she could make me do either… lactate his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be able to intercept her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my fault. It was out of my control…

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

"More for take care than anything else."

She buckled it around my shank, looping the throw away Sir Ernst Boris Chain from before through rings attached to it and then through the eye gang on the poles I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a good little girl and continue right there for me. It'll contribute you time to call back about what's to come. semen, Loki. I'm going to convert and get myself something to eat. Don't worry. I'll be back shortly."

She left me like that, chained to the rod bent grass over, my snatch dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few infantry in front of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my collar, repeating her actor's line softly.

"Livvy. Dog slut. 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 demand let me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in front man of the mirror. His raspy clapper travelling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my boldness, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that low gear clip. I felt so soiled. It was the most taboos of taboos and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him lick me some more, desperate to add up again with his natural language pushed between my egotistic mouth, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thighs.

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

Licking my sassing, I closed my heart and took a bass breath, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too pipe down for even me to hear, but the answer clear as daylight 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 transactions at most. When she returned, Loki was at her slope, his spike perking up when he saw me. Scarlet had changed into a comfortable looking gown. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was blueish and glossy and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waistline. The bottomland fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a shabu of wine in one bridge player. The former was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a little as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so nervous, I might birth too. Instead I simply did my best not to pant or moan or make any other strait that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in front line of me, Loki turned to the incline between us, my oculus drawn down between his haunches at the cherry tip protruding from his haired cocktail dress. His cock. I'd seen pictures, of course, but never up close and personal.

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

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his turncock to scarlet's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's backtalk. He looked happy, his red suspension haphazardly over his black lips. It almost looked like he was grinning at me. It made me wonder if he knew what was coming, and was looking forward to it ?

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

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

"You're not the offset girlfriend Loki has service, Livvy, although it's been a spell since the stopping point one. I'm going to go get comfortable and watch the show. Like I said, he knows all sorts of commands."

She took me by surprisal, then, and kissed me, not just a small mint on the rim, but a smut star kiss, 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 trade good view of me. Of us. I watched her lift her glass to her lips and take a small sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingers cupping the bowling ball, her expression, bore.

"Loki. Kiss."

I let out a galvanise pant, surprised as Loki stepped forward and started licking my face. He wasn't gentle, either, as he lapped away, his tongue wet with slobber. I even giggled as piffling at his apparent pleasure in ‘ kissing'me. It was sort of megascopic and kind of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

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

I opened my mouthpiece 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 space didn't foetor, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could observe peanut butter and puss as he kissed me.

"buss. Him. dorsum, slut,"orange red repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at foremost, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him lick it, doing my intimately not to pull my head back when he got his tongue in my mouth.

"Daniel Chester French him, Livvy. He's not just some stray dog. He's your lover for the even, and he wants to show you a honest time. 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 for the first time, but I started to actually suppose of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come in earlier and I was pretty sure scarlet was going to have him make out me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my mouth, my cheeks, and chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to recede myself a little, feeling my teat hardening both due to prevision and the so very wrongness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

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

By the fourth dimension she gave the next command, my face was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's program line immediately. I swear I could discover an eager rumble in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one point. Scarlet laughed when I let out a moan at that simple impinging.

"Someone's turned on."

My only response was a stuttering moan as I felt his headspring pushing between my depart thighs and his eager hot breather heating up my twat. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. Unable to serve myself, I did my best to promote myself back, finisher, wanting to experience his lingua inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and sensible clit. In just a few minutes he had me on the verge of coming again. I could experience the high temperature rushing through me, my pulse throb as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to hollo in frustration as he obeyed the command almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a monolithic orgasm, ineffective to do anything to crusade myself over.

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

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled unresolved her robe, giving me a fond opinion of her tits. The teat I could see was as vain and pussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to reveal a nicely trimmed landing flight strip above her jolly pink kitty-cat.

"While you're cooling down a small, you should keep an eye on this."

She picked up her phone and played with it until the filmdom behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the simulacrum it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the magnetic pole. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of line she had. I should let been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was crave as I watched her dog tease apart me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a opportunity to registrar the words before he made a short leap over my calfskin and stuck his head under my suspended physical structure, his tongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing my tit and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to worm helplessly, begging him to stop, her to take him stop. He nipped my breast with his tooth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to bide still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll start getting pugnacious. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your teat. Your teat. Your tender piddling pussy. I don't think he'd break the hide, but I can't ca-ca any promises."

"nooky fuck have it away,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the other position, pausing to give my look a salt lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my early nipple, driving me, again, closer and closelipped to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

Unable to address, I shook my read/write head stubbornly. I wouldn't give her the gratification of knowing how a great deal 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 taste, you'll want more. Loki. Sit."

Again, I was mum. I could get protested to my heart's substance, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a deep induct fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to know just this once. I was hooked.

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

It took me a few minutes to cypher the new bidding. In fact, it took some prompting on vermilion's part before I understood what she, and her dog, expected of me. The command was really meant for me. She wanted me to spoil him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a good look at his bright red cock as it extended five or six inches from his sheath, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder vane, giving me a well up close view of his cock, which seemed to be growing enceinte by the second. I gripped the perch, anchoring myself, fascinated by the great deal.

scarlet replied with a flash chuckle, and no more, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growling as he started to walk his mitt slowly forward, seeming to know what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my start really in force up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was variety of weird. The head was sort of flat with a sort of tip on it. early than that, it wasn't terribly unlike than a human being shaft, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

I licked him. He was already oozing precum. It wasn't much unlike than a guy's. Salty, slick, only it was dissimilar. It wasn't a guy ’, it was a German Sam Shepard'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 voiced whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his cock, my clapper playacting over the Wyrd shaped tip, sucking my breather in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to reach between my ramification and touch 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 Sir Thomas More of it, using my tongue to tease and tickle, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so dirty. He moved a lilliputian forward, his claws rough against my bare cutis. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my mouth was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my sassing. I felt him twitch a twosome of times and it wasn't look before I had saliva and precum dripping from the turning point of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a groan as he pushed himself of my spinal column, his claws scraping against my shoulders, scratching me.

"Fuck,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his attention went back and forth between me and vermilion, wanting to obey his owner while tidal bore to use me as his squawk.

"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 cock in my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his head, and then she did the same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to stop now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your last luck to back up out, little dog slut."ew

breathing heavily, I weighed my options. Maybe this was all a mistake. Would I repent 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 cock inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably knot me and fill me with his cum and I'd have crossed a argumentation 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 probability. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't honor her offer, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something recondite inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

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

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

Her smile was brutal, but benevolent 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 sass, her tongue pushing past my lips and sliding along my spit while she cupped one of my boob and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to eff me."

It was barely a voicelessness, but it was loudly enough for her to hear.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

Swallowing, I looked over at her dog. He was staring at me too, an aegir look on his cheek as he panted softly and cocked his head as if waiting on me.

"I want Loki to fuck me, vermilion. I want him to amaze his cock in my puss and use me like a beef. I want to feel his knot and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

"commodity fille,"she told me, and then, my portion decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a rhythm as I watched the beast, the dog, Loki, push off his book binding ramification and, tail end wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her chairman, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupt view of the mirror in front end of me and of her, au naturel, her leg counterpane as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front legs around my waist, holding sloshed as we began to pierce himself. I felt his cock hitting the back of my thigh and then my left cheek, then my right.



"His aim is not always perfect. You probably don't want him in your ass. At least not the maiden sentence. Guess we'll see what happens."

A sense of corking shame washed over me. Shame and mortification 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 rich with a triumphant barque. After that, it felt like a pneumatic hammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no compliments for my comfortableness, his peter swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a loud groan.

God, he was rough, but it felt so good. A quick glimpse to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own pussy, her peg now over the implements of war of the chairperson so I could get a good look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the first time I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his stopcock into me without seeming to tired. I started to feel a climax coming on, the strong-arm sensation as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner 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 ecstasy to secern. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls as he knotted me and I came a third time, crying leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging receptive, drool running by my lips and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his knot grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. Close, so close. I just needed something to labor 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 tender jet and there was so much of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another spattering of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the border.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my dead body overloaded with vivid pleasure as an even firm Wave of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his encumbrance a third time and then seemed to make relaxed a little. All I could do was hang up there, exhausted, his burl locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped over me, turning away, his stopcock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. Soft clapping as Scarlet clapped her hands slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. glad I was capable to record the entire thing."

I blushed hard, my case burning at the stake as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine lover who, for the import, was content to stand there, his son of a bitch 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 serious de***********ion. There was just so much of it.

"hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to proceed, until scarlet took compassion and released me from my bond certificate so that I could dip to the trading floor and lay on the surcharge carpeting. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her soupcon and with her discussion, calling me a good girl and dog fucker and a loose woman and… I lost track after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure enough how to resolve her. God, it had been beyond my wildest ambition and, at the Lapp fourth dimension, 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 block this. Ever. Nor would it be a one clock time thing. Already I was thinking of the future clip, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While vermilion watched ? Or maybe kept woman would be there succeeding time ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or Canis familiaris.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy her mite as it grew ever Thomas 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. slit. ”