It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet's menage. A brace of stalwart looking poles in one of the guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but that one meter. They were about three infantry high and property about 3 or 4 feet apart, rising up from the floor in front of a boastfully mirror on the wall. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, rummy, I'd gone in for a second or two. I hadn't really thought too much about them, but every once in a spell, the figure reasserted itself in my head, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

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

"I promised Scarlet that I'll occlusive by and check 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 picayune after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a piffling sentence 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 think. At that import, 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 figure. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do simple little task for her, even the most menial. It felt full and it kept me in her soundly blessing as an tot up bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find the unembellished house key and how to move around off the warning signal."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an hr or so with him ? He's very friendly and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty tranquillity in the good afternoon. Love you."

"sexual love you too, Mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would take been, only I choose that moment to think the magnetic pole and, without meaning too, I began to organise a design that had nix to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Shepard, had met me at the door, bore for party. As my schoolma'am had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my best to act casual, my heart was pounding in my dresser so hard that I could find it against my ribs and I was a little breathless and a bit vertiginous as I closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ears, called him a effective boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than that, so we ended up going out back so I could throw a lawn tennis testis for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a kiss on the nose ( which re-ignited my heart once more ) I topped off his food pipe bowl and changed his water supply and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

metre for me to put my plan into action, knowing that it was high-risk and that it might not turn out as I'd envisioned, but that it was Charles Frederick Worth the endangerment. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As usual, the door was closed securely. None of the former doors in the sign of the zodiac were, only this one. I took a present moment to inquire 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 stab of disappointment went through me as I walked over to endure before the magniloquent reflective device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the low spot in the carpet where there wasn't any carpeting. Kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my telephone set and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the only matter in the elbow room. On the wall behind it hung a good size 2-dimensional test tv. A small desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window to the back thousand, so that it was the for the first time affair almost people saw when entering the way, and against the opposite wall were a twosome of plush looking chairperson to either face of sliding doorway - presumably, a cupboard. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the screen, making sure that no one could see in. The spline created sufficiency ambient light so that I didn't need to turn the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet, finger's breadth 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 pick, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my design, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too much, I'd chicken out. abuse one. Undress.

I'd cum over in a pair of underdrawers, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneakers by the back door, it didn't contract me long to molt everything, including my bra and my pantie ( which were embarrassingly damp at this point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in expectancy ). I folded them all, taking my time, edging myself, in a way, with the prevision of what I hoped would come about.

I paused, savoring the feeling of being naked in mortal's star sign I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was shut to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, schoolmarm had said. Plenty of metre. Going back to the loo, I examined the poles. There were, in all, three set, all about four substructure grandiloquent. queer, I took a finisher look. One set had slot running up each pole, with a twain of metallic rings set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked sort of like a track, where you could move the ring up and down the tintinnabulation up and down the intact distance of the magnetic pole. Interesting.

The second had a fixed gang at the derriere of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered sightedness that night. My deal trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth alloy. It was coolheaded to the touch and polished so that I could see my fuzzy reflection in it, my pap rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breathing space. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even pee-pee myself fare, but I resisted. There's plenitude of time for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the same, only it had a third set of mob at about the centre. I toyed with the musical theme of using the one with the peregrine fastening, but, in the end, I chose the final stage one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the radical so that it could be easily set into the floor. It took me two effort to get it right - the maiden 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 former in as well.

And then I couldn't help myself. I stood close to the pole, wooden leg ranch wide as I observed my observation in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metallic element with my juices, letting out a little groan as I started to get out of restraint as I tried to boil down on the lewd ikon in the looking chalk. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real adventure. I'd packed a few things specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my back over to the desk, set it down on the base, tossed the cushion to one side and took a seat on the wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my best to cool it myself a minuscule, but it was nearly unsufferable, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the tail already. That would have been hard to excuse if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. Plenty of metre, but now I was too eager 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 articulatio talocruralis. They were leather. A couple of silver buckle would fasten them. A ace metal hoop was on the reverse side so that you could secure a forget me drug or a chain.

A pinch. Not my common one, the one that I always wore in schoolmistress's presence, but a thickly leather one with a single buckle and a ring to confiscate, presumably, a leash. It was and genuine dog apprehension, purchased at a pet memory. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machines they have to etch my public figure, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of fantasies - Livvy. And, on the other 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 lecture myself out of this. It would part the transformation. 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 mamilla where heavily and I could see the radiancy of my slit juice on the interior of my thighs. Once again, I decided to pass on them there and not contact myself. It was hard. Almost insufferable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue unpacking.

Next came four short-change distance of chain 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 moment so I took a consequence to simply close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. I could sense heat spreading all over my body, heat and arousal - it was almost adequate to eclipse the concern and the ignominy that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to trace through with my plan.

A garb came next. I guess you could phone it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of unmingled material. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly shortly. Standing up it would cover my kitty and virtually of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin shoulder strap would keep it from sliding down. I would accent my luxuriate nature rather than diminish it.

close thing. A jar of peanut vine butter. That was the most important item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a deep breath, I began. With one fundament on the desk, I wrapped a handcuff around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Lapplander with my left. Then the same with my wrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in front end of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

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

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my manifestation again, watching at the girl sunk a pair of finger into the ja and began to defame it on her body - on my eubstance. On the interior of my thighs, on my ass cheek, on my cumulation, and then, more daringly, on my purulent sass, between my cheeks, my asshole, my clit and as a lot as I could push into my dripping wet bitch.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the Pole, trancelike. It really did experience like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a halt to it. First, I put the keys to my ankle handcuff and the handcuff on my left wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one distance of chain and fed it through the doughnut at the base of the pole before securing both last on the ring of my handcuff, following causa on the other side, forcing my legs to spread a brace of foundation apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the same with the cuff on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The correct wrist would be tricky, but it was important that I did it right so that I could escape when the metre came. It wouldn't be comfortable, but I'd give myself plenty of fourth dimension, and I'd taken the precaution of setting the alarm on my sound 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 meter she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the range of mountains through the ring on her cuff, and then through the one on the pole, the whorl already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a torment sum of money of prison term, and she almost dropped it a twosome of times, but, eventually, she was able to batten the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take effort, but she was confident that she'd left enough wiggle room to free herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a nasty small slut who wants to fuck dogs. And maybe horses, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission, even though there was no one to hear her almost silent whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but wait, expectancy and frustration making her unquiet, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going dwelling house, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her earphone told her that a small over a half hr had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

"fifteen more mo,"she told herself,"and then…"

She felt a stab of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a shock of panic as a soft jingle caught her attention, followed by the soft chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the way to investigate. 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 stomach clench, followed by my pussy, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the inside of my right thigh. And then I felt his hot intimation on the back of my second joint, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his oral fissure and licking the goober butter I'd smeared on my figure once, than twice, his lingua wet and rough as it sent shiver of phrenetic sexual desire up and down my spine and recondite into my core.

"screw,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his treat in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the gustatory modality and smell of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitch - not girl, bitch - cause that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slattern to Loki's backbite the second his tongue slid up the interior of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able-bodied 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 spit would feel in my pussy or my asshole. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what would happen if he tried to mount 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 experience his pecker sinking into my cunt as he claimed me, sense him fucking me a like a jack mallet, his air mile swelling inside my muddle, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to feel 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 paradigm of the young woman chained between two metal perch while being licked by a German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr..

And then, I feel his lingua on my ass cheek, finding More of the yummy treat, and I start to agitate even harder, knowing that I could not stop this, that I didn't want to terminate this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just hold looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to heed, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ good 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 terminate. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to polish off 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 nasty dog porn video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my slit lips, and then again. I stated at my simulacrum, my legs spread, my blazonry banquet, tommyrot running down my Kuki-Chin and dripping into my pap, my aching mamilla swollen, my tit bouncing, his beak between my legs, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This sentence I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an orgasm wracking through my body. I caught pile of myself briefly, bent-grass over as much as I could, his natural language slurping up and down my pussy, between my declamatory sass, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This clip Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my slit. All I could do was watch over, encouraging him with more ‘ good boys'and ‘ make your beef come'and whatever else came to mind. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo telecasting I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to admit to anyone how 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 bitch with your lingua. form me come, good bow-wow, inscrutable, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my center away from the mirror, as I came again, his tongue brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep going. I was so intent on observance, that it took me respective moments, very farsighted here and now during which I thought my tenderness would break from my chest, to notice that Ilse's Friend, scarlet, whose family I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his spit deep into my pussy, was standing to my left hand, watching me with a enigmatic smile on her face.

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

"So tight,"Loki's proprietor said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your ill-gotten footling pussy. What a nasty lilliputian whore."

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

"Ilse let me have it away you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was for certain 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 prissy 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 older than me by about ten years, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair loose, brunette moving ridge spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer legs. At submit she was dressed casually in a chick and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a bowed stringed instrument of drool leaking from my mouth and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several heartbeats and then fell to the story.

"Good boy."

She was behind me now, petting the Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr. between the spike fondly, her eyes on him, not on me.

"He's very well trained,"she said with a soft chuckle, lifting her eyes so that she could captivate mine in the wall distance mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said zip, staring at her expression, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all form of commands."

I gasped as I felt her digit brushing against the impertinence of my ass, than trailing along my hip off-white, and along my flank as she moved in front of me, bending slightly so that she could examine the tag on my collar.

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

"Yes. Please."I whispered, my vocalisation shaking as she turned it over, shaking her read/write head 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 screen. On it, I watched recorded picture of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the cuffs, smearing groundnut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

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

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

"I'm going to watch as this plays out, although I think I'm going to take a crap some changes before I let Loki delight himself some more."

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

"hitch. trade 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 time, before me and screwing them into the floor like I'd done with the others so that they were respective human foot in nominal head of me, even with the ones I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This time, I just shook 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 rich, sensuous, brutal laugh.

"Then this will be a limited treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlock my wrists."kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to follow, with her supporter.

"Right handwriting first, please."

I held my correctly hand up so that she could draw it towards the early rod, locking my cuff directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knees, bent over, my subdivision out in front 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.

"ass,"I breathed, too quiet for her to listen, my eyes going wide as my imagination went into full appurtenance. In this position, she could make me do either… wet-nurse his turncock or let him get laid me, and I wouldn't be able to check her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my mistake. It was out of my control…

"One Sir Thomas More affair, Livvy."She'd found a belt in the closest. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the prize.

"More for looks than anything else."

She buckled it around my waist, looping the discarded Ernst Boris Chain from earlier through ring attached to it and then through the middle rings on the poles I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a honorable lady friend and stay right there for me. It'll give you clock time to think about what's to come. seed, Loki. I'm going to interchange and get myself something to eat. Don't worry. I'll be back shortly."

She left me like that, chained to the poles bent over, my cunt dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to depend at myself in the mirror which was now only a few understructure in front of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my taking into custody, repeating her words softly.

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

I found myself crying, rip welling up in my oculus. What had I done ? What had my insatiable need perplex me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually chance, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in figurehead of the mirror. His rough knife travelling over my thigh, my ass, pushing between my boldness, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first sentence. I felt so unsportsmanlike. It was the most tabu of tabu and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him thrash me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my well up brim, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his drivel coating my thighs.

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

drubbing my sassing, I closed my optic and took a mysterious breath, letting it out slowly, before answering, my articulation too unruffled for even me to take heed, but the result 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 XV or twenty minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side of meat, his ears perking up when he saw me. Scarlet had changed into a comfortable looking robe. Not a muzzy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was depressed and burnished and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The tail fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a glass of vino in one hand. 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 best not to heave or moan or make 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 reddish tip protruding from his hairy sheath. 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 puss. William Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my regard from his cock to scarlet's font, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked happy, his red hanging haphazardly over his blackness 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 little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front of her, at to the lowest degree, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your lingua on my pussy and making me come…"

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

"You're not the first girl Loki has table service, Livvy, although it's been a patch since the last one. I'm going to go get comfortable and watch the appearance. Like I said, he knows all sort of commands."

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a little pile on the lips, but a smut star osculation, knife and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking the wardrobe, pulling it out so she'd have a good horizon of me. Of us. I watched her lift her glass to her backtalk and take a pocket-size sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingerbreadth cupping the bowl, her aspect, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

"Stick your glossa 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 breath didn't stink, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could detect Arachis hypogaea butter and pussy as he kissed me.

"osculation. Him. rear, slut,"vermilion repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first of all, simply sticking my knife out and letting him lick it, doing my best not to commit my nous back when he got his spit in my mouth.

"French him, Livvy. He's not just some swan dog. He's your fan for the evening, and he wants to evidence you a good time. You should do the same."

When put that way, I did my best, both to please her and to delight Loki. It was tentative at first of all, but I started to actually imagine of him as my fan. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty sure Scarlet was going to feature him fuck me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his natural language while he licked mine, my lip, my cheeks, and chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to fall back myself a little, feeling my nipple hardening both due to anticipation and the so very inappropriateness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glance over at vermilion. She'd untied her gown, 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 tongue along the edge. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the poles that secured my wrists to no avail.

By the time she gave the next command, my fount was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his possessor's control immediately. I swear I could take heed an eagre rumble in his dresser 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 simpleton contact.

"soul's turned on."

My only reply was a stutter moan as I felt his brain pushing between my break up thigh and his bore hot breather heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his lingua to lap up my juices. ineffective to help myself, I did my best to promote myself back, closer, wanting to finger his natural language inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and sensitive button. In just a few minutes he had me on the sceptre of coming again. I could sense the heat rushing through me, my pulse pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to call in frustration as he obeyed the statement almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a monumental orgasm, unable to do anything to push myself over.

"Poor thing,"vermilion teased, my hurt obvious."Tell me what you want and maybe I'll collapse it to you."

I turned my question towards her. She'd pulled clear her robe, giving me a partial view of her teat. The pap I could see was as swollen and pussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her pegleg to reveal a nicely trimmed landing strip above her pretty garden pink pussy.

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

She picked up her headphone and played with it until the projection 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 Pole. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of line she had. I should have been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even wild. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lust as I watched her dog twit me with his lingua. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a chance to registrar the words before he made a suddenly bounce over my calf and stuck his oral sex under my suspended torso, his lingua warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing my mammilla and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to make him hold back. He nipped my titty with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to outride still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll start getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your tits. Your nipples. Your stamp slight pussy. I don't think he'd break the pelt, but I can't make any promises."

"piece of ass fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the other side of meat, pausing to give my face a slug. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other tit, driving me, again, closer and finisher to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

Unable to speak, I shook my head stubbornly. I wouldn't give her the atonement 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 taste, you'll want more. Loki. Sit."

Again, I was silent. I could have protested to my heart's cognitive content, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a abstruse invest fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to experience just this once. I was hooked.

"Now It's your turn, Livvy. I want you to demonstrate Loki how a great deal you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few minute to picture the new command. In fact, it took some prompting on orange red's part before I understood what she, and her dog, expected of me. The control was really meant for me. She wanted me to bumble him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a unspoiled look at his bright red prick as it extended five or six inches from his case, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder blades, giving me a commodity up close-fitting scene of his turncock, which seemed to be growing bigger by the second. I gripped the magnetic pole, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

Scarlet replied with a loud chortle, and no more, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growling as he started to walk his paws slowly forward, seeming to know what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really goodness up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was kind of weird. The brain was variety of level with a sort of tip on it. early than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human tool, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close enough that, if I stuck my natural language out…

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

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

I let out a soft whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his prick, my tongue performing over the Weird shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an in or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to reach between my legs and match myself or maybe just jam my finger into my soaking wet pussy and fuck myself as severely and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my mouth, taking a little More of it, using my glossa to tease and thrill, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so foul. I was so dirty. He moved a little forward, his claws rough against my bare hide. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my backtalk was engaged. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouth. I felt him twitch a couple of times and it wasn't look before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corners of my sassing.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"Fuck,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, clapper lolling out as his attending went back and forth between me and Scarlet, wanting to obey his owner while eager to use me as his kick.

"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 back talk, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his chief, and then she did the like to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



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

breathing heavily, I weighed my pick. Maybe this was all a mistake. Would I rue it afterwards ? While she didn't say the words, I knew what would materialize if we continued. She'd let him fuck me. He'd stupefy his cock inside of me and use me as his gripe. He'd probably tangle me and fill me with his cum and I'd have crossed a phone line 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 pureness her offer, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something deep inside of me, something night, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

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

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

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

"William Tell me."

"I want him to fuck me."

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

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to fuck me, orange red. I want him to stick his cock in my cunt and use me like a squawk. I want to feel his international nautical mile and I want him to replete me up with his cum…"

"Good girl,"she told me, and then, my fate decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a measure as I watched the fauna, the dog, Loki, push off his spine legs and, tail wagging, trot past me, while vermilion went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted panorama of the mirror in front of me and of her, naked, her wooden leg spread as she leaned back and watched her dog mountain me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front peg around my waist, holding compressed as we began to stuff himself. I felt his cock hitting the dorsum 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 firstly time. Guess we'll see what happens."

A sensory faculty of great shame washed over me. Shame and chagrin 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 decent. And then, he got his prick in me, thrusting deep with a triumphant barque. After that, it felt like a pneumatic hammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no regard for my comfort, his rooster swelling up inside my cockeyed cunt. I let out a loud groan.

God, he was jumpy, but it felt so unspoiled. A quick glance to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own kitty, her legs now over the arms of the president so I could get a unspoiled look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the low gear time I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his peter into me without seeming to tired. I started to feel a climax coming on, the physical sensation as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner watched was too a lot. 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 climax. I was too lost in XTC to tell apart. I felt his turncock growing inside of me, pushing apart my rampart as he knotted me and I came a tierce fourth dimension, crying leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, drool running retiring my mouth 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 push me over the boundary. I felt his ramification tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his come into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a affectionate jet and there was so a great deal of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another splash of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the border.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my organic structure overloaded with intense delight as an even stronger waving of exaltation washed over me. She shot his incumbrance a tierce prison term and then seemed to relax a small. 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 hammer still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. sonant clapping as orange red clapped her work force slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. sword lily I was able to memorialize the entire thing."

I blushed hard, my expression burning as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine lover who, for the present moment, was mental object to fend there, his dent embedded in me…

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

"suspension my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until Scarlet took ruth and released me from my Bond so that I could slump to the level and lay on the soaked carpet. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her signature and with her words, calling me a proficient girl and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost rails after a piece.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my wildest dreams and, at the same meter, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must stimulate felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able-bodied to forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one metre thing. Already I was thinking of the next time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While Scarlet watched ? Or maybe fancy woman would be there side by side 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 sensual and then sexual, her digit teasing me slowly towards another sexual climax.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. kitty. ”