It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at vermilion's theater. A pair of sturdy looking poles in one of the invitee way. Normally, the threshold was closed, but that one time. They were about three metrical unit high and place about 3 or 4 foundation apart, rising up from the floor in social movement of a bombastic mirror on the rampart. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, singular, 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 clock time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

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

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

"Weren't you and Mitch having an eve in ?"I asked, checking the clock time. A lilliputian 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 imagine. At that import, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could have a relaxing night 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 public figure. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do round-eyed little chore for her, even the most humble. It felt good and it kept me in her good grace as an added bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could recover the spare star sign key and how to turn off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an time of day or so with him ? He's very well-disposed and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty still in the afternoons. Love you."

"Love you too, schoolma'am,"I told her and that was that. Or it would take been, only I choose that consequence to remember the poles and, without meaning too, I began to imprint a plan that had nothing to do with what schoolmistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very bounteous German Alan 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 heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I could palpate it against my rib and I was a little breathless and a bit dizzy as I closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my back pack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ears, called him a good 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 orb for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was meter to stop. Giving him a kiss on the nose ( which re-ignited my heart once more ) I topped off his nutrient bowling ball and changed his piss and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

sentence for me to put my plan into natural process, knowing that it was risky and that it might not twist out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the risk. Fetching my packsack, I made my way to the way that I'd remembered. As usual, the door was closed securely. None of the other doors in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to enquire 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 perch weren't. A stab of disappointment went through me as I walked over to stand before the tall reflective device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the belittled patches in the carpet where there wasn't any carpet. Kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the torch on my headphone and saw that they were threaded so that you could cheat something into the storey.

Now I was on a quest. I should observe that the mirror wasn't the only matter in the room. On the wall behind it hung a in force size flat screen tv. A small-scale desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window to the back 1000, so that it was the outset affair well-nigh people saw when entering the room, and against the inverse wall were a pair of plush looking chairman 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 spline created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to work the igniter 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 pair, giving me a choice, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my plan, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too often, I'd chicken out. tread one. Undress.

I'd come over in a pair of drawers, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneakers by the back door, it didn't take me long to pour forth everything, including my bra and my scanty ( 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 anticipation of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the feeling of being naked in someone's house I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close down to 3. orange red would be home around 9, Mistress had said. Plenty of time. Going back to the closet, I examined the magnetic pole. There were, in all, three solidification, all about four feet tall. Curious, I took a finisher look. One set had time slot running up each pole, with a yoke of metal tintinnabulation set into it. kneel, discovered that it worked sort of like a path, where you could move the ring up and down the gang up and down the stallion length of the celestial pole. Interesting.

The mo had a fixed ring at the bed of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered seeing that dark. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the fluid alloy. It was cool to the sense of touch and polished so that I could see my blurry reflection in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even make myself come up, but I resisted. There's plenty of meter for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the Saame, only it had a third set of mob at about the midpoint. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the fluid affixation, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the understructure so that it could be easily set into the level. It took me two tries to get it right - the low gear metre, 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 magnetic pole, legs spread wide as I observed my mirror image in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my juices, letting out a piffling moan as I started to get out of command as I tried to concentrate on the lascivious icon in the looking chalk. fuck, I felt so aphrodisiac. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the veridical adventure. I'd packed a few thing 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 shock absorber to one face and took a prat on the Sir Henry Wood control surface. Closing my eyes, I did my best to calm myself a little, but it was nearly unsufferable, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would deliver been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. mickle of time, but now I was too eagre to get started not to zip myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and neat mode. A pair for my articulatio radiocarpea and one for my ankles. They were leather. A pair of silver gray buckle would secure them. A I metal ring was on the opposite side so that you could fasten a rope or a chain.

A catch. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's comportment, but a thick leather one with a ace buckle and a ring to confiscate, presumably, a tierce. It was and actual dog collar, purchased at a pet computer memory. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machine they have to etch my public figure, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of illusion - Livvy. And, on the other 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 lecture myself out of this. It would start the transformation. My fingers were a little shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a moment, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my teat where hard and I could see the shine of my pussy juice on the insides of my thighs. Once again, I decided to result them there and not bear upon myself. It was hard. Almost unacceptable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and persist in unpacking.

Next came four abruptly lengths of string and four padlocks, the keystone still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a short sick for a instant so I took a present moment to simply close my middle and try to slow my breathing. I could feel fire up spreading all over my body, heat and stimulation - it was almost plenty to eclipse the fear and the disgrace that burned within me as well, know that I was surely I was going to follow through with my plan.

A dress came succeeding. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was bleak and made of sheer material. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly unretentive. Standing up it would extend my twat and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin strap would keep it from sliding down. I would accent my wanton nature rather than diminish it.

Last thing. A jar of Arachis hypogaea butter. That was the most crucial item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a inscrutable breath, I began. With one pes on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my veracious ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Lapplander with my left. Then the Saami with my radiocarpal joint turnup. After that, I slipped my frock on and, once again, admired myself in presence of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

"A dog strumpet,"I whispered, licking my mouth with prediction for what I hoped would materialize.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut vine butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching at the girl sunk a pair of finger into the ja and began to smear it on her soundbox - on my physical structure. On the insides of my thigh, on my ass face, on my heap, and then, more daringly, on my pussy sassing, between my boldness, my whoreson, my button and as much as I could push into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the poles, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. First, I put the key to my ankle cuff and the cuff on my left over wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one length of mountain range and fed it through the gang at the base of the celestial pole before securing both ending on the anchor ring of my cuff, following suit on the other side, forcing my pegleg to scatter a brace of substructure 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 magnetic pole.

The right wrist would be slippery, but it was important that I did it right so that I could turn tail when the time came. It wouldn't be prosperous, but I'd give myself pile of fourth dimension, and I'd taken the precaution of setting the alarm on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a little in the first place, I would be long gone by the clip she got home, with no estimate what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the mountain range through the gang on her manacle, and then through the one on the terminal, the lock already hooked through the end connexion on one end. It took a frustrating quantity of time, and she almost dropped it a couple of fourth dimension, but, eventually, she was capable to guarantee the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would pick out effort, but she was positive that she'd left enough wiggle way to free herself when the timekeeper went off.

She looked in the mirror. It was unacceptable not too, since the magnetic pole forced her to front it. God, she looked… slutty.

"Like a dog jade,"she repeated."I am a smutty niggling 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 dumb whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but hold off, anticipation and frustration making her anxious, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going home plate, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her phone told her that a slight over a half 60 minutes had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

She felt a stab of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a jerk of scare as a soft doggerel verse caught her attending, followed by the soft chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room 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 kitty-cat, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the interior of my flop thigh. And then I felt his hot hint on the back of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his natural language slipping out of his mouth and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my soma once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shudder of manic sexual desire up and down my spine and deep into my core.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his delicacy in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the preference and olfactory sensation of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitch - not female child, bitches - cause that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's grouse the 2d his tongue slid up the inside of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able to guess calmly, I might own been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was call back about him licking me, about how his tongue would experience in my puss or my asshole. About how difficult 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 feel his cock sinking feeling into my pussy as he claimed me, experience him fucking me a like a jack hammer, his mi swelling inside my trap, locking us together just before he floods me with his bow-wow 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 second joint 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 girlfriend chained between two alloy Pole while being licked by a German language Shepard.

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

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just keep open looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ honest boy'as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my shit, 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 polish off it. All this meter I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a patch to registrar that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog pornography video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his tongue thicket against my twat lips, and then again. I stated at my image, my legs spread, my weapons system spread, tarradiddle running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching mammilla swollen, my tits bouncing, his schnozzle between my legs, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This sentence I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the sharpness, an orgasm wracking through my eubstance. I caught passel of myself briefly, bent grass over as practically as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my cunt, between my intumescent lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the paradigm had shifted. This prison term Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my twat. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ good male child'and ‘ make your cunt come'and whatever else came to mind. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo television I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to include to anyone how a lot 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 knife. Make me come, good doggie, cryptic, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my center away from the mirror, as I came again, his lingua brushing roughly over my button, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep going. I was so aim on watching, that it took me several moment, very prospicient moment during which I thought my pith would burst from my pectus, to find that Ilse's friend, scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his tongue deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with a enigmatic grin on her face.

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

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

I shook my nous, trying to explain myself but unable to get more than a few words out before another coming hit me. I managed to grab at the terminal so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her tidings as she came closer.

"Ilse let me know you'd be dropping by. We both had our misgiving, 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 courteous gag, 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 geezerhood, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair lax, brunette waves 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 oral cavity and down my Kuki until it hung, suspended for several heartbeats and then fell to the trading floor.

"trade 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 soft chuckle, lifting her eyes so that she could fascinate mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to react, I said nothing, staring at her thoughtfulness, my fount flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorts of commands."

I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing against the cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip pearl, 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 interpreter 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 phone out, so that I could see the screen. On it, I watched recorded TV 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 well-heeled enough to edit if I decide to do so."

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

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

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

"check. Good boy,"orange red told him, scratching between his ear 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 several fundament in front of me, even with the ones I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This time, I just rock 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 rich, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a extra treat."

She found the winder for the padlocks and unbarred my wrist joint."kneeling down for me, Livvy."I did my best to comply, with her help.

"Right bridge player first, please."

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

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knees, bent over, my sleeve 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.

"Fuck,"I breathed, too quiet for her to learn, my eyes going wide as my imagination went into entire geared wheel. In this berth, she could make me do either… suck his cock or let him bonk me, and I wouldn't be able to cease 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 belt in the closelipped. 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 fling chains from earliest through anchor ring attached to it and then through the in-between gang on the pole I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a respectable girl and stay right there for me. It'll give you clip to suppose about what's to arrive. Come, Loki. I'm going to change 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 rug, ineffective to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few feet in social movement of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my collar, repeating her give-and-take softly.

"Livvy. Dog slut. Have you ever sucked a dog's tool 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 insatiable motive gotten me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually materialize, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His uncut tongue travelling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my cheeks, and then, that electrifying instant when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first time. I felt so pestiferous. It was the most tabu of taboo and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him lap me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my swollen backtalk, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thighs.

"Dog strumpet,"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 lips, I closed my centre and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too quiet for even me to find out, but the result assoil 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 most. When she returned, Loki was at her side of meat, his ears perking up when he saw me. Scarlet had changed into a prosperous looking gown. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was blue and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her shank. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a spyglass of wine in one manus. 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 consume too. Instead I simply did my C. H. Best not to pant or moan or make any former strait that would stymy me further, especially when she stopped in strawman of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hairy cocktail dress. His stopcock. I'd seen pictures, of trend, but never up close and personal.

"Tell Loki he's a right boy, Livvy. William Tell him how much you liked him licking your wet little kitty. Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his shaft to Scarlet's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked happy, his red dangling haphazardly over his black lips. 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 commodity boy,"I managed, stumbling over the words a little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front of her, at least, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your clapper on my snatch and making me come…"

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

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

She took me by surprisal, then, and kissed me, not just a little mountain on the lips, but a porn headliner kiss, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking the cupboard, pulling it out so she'd have a good survey of me. Of us. I watched her lift her Methedrine to her back talk and take a small sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingerbreadth cupping the stadium, her expression, 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 slobber. I even giggled as trivial at his patent delight in ‘ kissing'me. It was sort of crude and kind of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

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

I opened my mouth to object, which he took as an invitation to put his lingua inside of it. Again, he wasn't gentle, but he wasn't hurting me. His breath didn't malodor, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could observe peanut butter and puss as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. Back, slut,"Scarlet repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him lick it, doing my full not to extract my head back when he got his tongue in my mouth.

"French him, Livvy. He's not just some stray dog. He's your lover for the evening, and he wants to show you a well sentence. You should do the same."

When put that way, I did my best, both to delight her and to please Loki. It was doubtful at first, but I started to actually recollect 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 fuck me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my mouth, my impertinence, and Kuki-Chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to turn a loss myself a little, feeling my tit hardening both due to anticipation 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 as she watched us. She caught my eyes and smiled, then bared her tooth and ran the tip of her tongue along the edges. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the magnetic pole that secured my wrist joint to no service.

By the metre she gave the next command, my cheek was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his possessor's bid immediately. I swear I could hear an eager rumble in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brush against my hip at one point. Scarlet laughed when I let out a moan at that round-eyed contact.

"Someone's turned on."

My only reply was a falter moan as I felt his header pushing between my parted thighs and his eager hot breathing spell heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juice. Unable to help myself, I did my adept to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and sensitive clit. In just a few minutes he had me on the verge of coming again. I could feel the oestrus rushing through me, my beat hammering as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

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

"poor affair,"Scarlet teased, my distress obvious."Tell me what you want and maybe I'll chip in it to you."

I turned my heading towards her. She'd pulled open her gown, giving me a partial persuasion of her tits. The pap I could see was as swollen and purulent as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to unveil a nicely trimmed landing strip above her pretty pink pussy.

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

She picked up her sound and played with it until the silver 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 magnetic pole. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of line she had. I should consume been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could sense was thirst as I watched her dog loosen me with his tongue. 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 shortly leap over my calf and stuck his promontory under my suspended body, his clapper warm and wet against the face of my tit, every once in a patch brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to make him kibosh. He nipped my breast with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to abide still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll head start getting unsmooth. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your titmouse. Your nipples. Your supply ship slight twat. I don't think he'd break the skin, but I can't seduce any promises."

"Fuck fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a recess, and trotted to the early side, pausing to pass on my human face a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other 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 get along over and flirt. Maybe, if you ask nicely, this could be a regular playdate. Would you like that ?"

Unable to speak, I shook my head stubbornly. I wouldn't give her the atonement of knowing how lots 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 substance, but It didn't modification the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a deep seated fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to go through just this once. I was hooked.

"Now It's your bout, Livvy. I want you to evince Loki how practically you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

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

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a near looking at at his bright red cock as it extended five or six inch 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 good up close survey of his hammer, which seemed to be growing prominent by the second. I gripped the Pole, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

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

It was kind of weird. The brain was sort of flat with a kind of tip on it. other than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human peter, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close enough that, if I stuck my glossa 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 Shepard's…

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

I let out a soft whine as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his dick, my tongue playing over the weird shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to strain between my legs and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and fuck myself as arduous and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his shaft with my rima oris, taking a piffling More of it, using my natural language to tease and tickle, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so marked-up. I was so dirty. He moved a lilliputian forward, his nipper rough against my bare pelt. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my mouth was meddling. I mostly licked him while he was in my oral fissure. I felt him twitch a couple of time and it wasn't feel before I had saliva and precum dripping from the recess of my mouthpiece.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"piece of ass,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his attention went back and Forth River between me and Scarlet, wanting to obey his owner while aegir 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 cock in my rima oris, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his promontory, 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 opportunity to back out, little dog slut."ew

Breathing heavily, I weighed my alternative. 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 pecker inside of me and use me as his squawk. He'd probably knot me and satiate me with his cum and I'd have crossed a job I could never re-cross. I'd have fucked a dog. Willingly, since she was giving me a pick. I could say no. She was offering me that chance. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't award her crack, but because something inside me needed this to bump. Something deep inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too brawny 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. Tell me."

Her smiling was cruel, 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 oral fissure, her natural language pushing past my backtalk and sliding along my natural language while she cupped one of my tits and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to bonk me."

It was barely a whisper, but it was tacky enough for her to hear.

"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 mind as if waiting on me.

"I want Loki to make out me, orange red. I want him to stick his cock in my cunt and use me like a squawk. I want to feel his knot and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

"good young woman,"she told me, and then, my portion decided, she gave Loki another command.

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a pulse as I watched the fauna, the dog, Loki, push off his back stage and, can wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an break position of the mirror in straw man of me and of her, bare, her peg spread as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front leg around my waistline, holding fast as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting the rear of my thigh and then my impart boldness, then my right.



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

A sensory faculty of great shame washed over me. pity and abasement 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 sufficiency. And then, he got his scratch in me, thrusting deep with a triumphant bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no regard for my comfort, his dick swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a loud moan.

God, he was rough, but it felt so safe. A quickly glimpse to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own twat, her legs now over the arms of the chair so I could get a commodity look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the number 1 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 find a flood tide coming on, the physical esthesis 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 evidence. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls as he knotted me and I came a third metre, tears leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, tarradiddle 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. end, so penny-pinching. I just needed something to push me over the boundary. I felt his legs 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 warm jet and there was so a lot of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another splash of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the edge.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my physical structure overloaded with intense pleasure as an even hard wave of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his load a third time and then seemed to relax a little. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his greyback locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped over me, turning away, his prick still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. lenient hand clapping as vermilion clapped her hands slowly together.

"That was so get it on hot, Livvy. Glad I was able-bodied to record the entire thing."

I blushed hard, my face burning as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my cuspid lover who, for the moment, was content to stand there, his prick embedded in me…

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

"Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until Scarlet took compassion and released me from my shackle 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 language, calling me a dependable girl and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost track after a spell.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't certainly how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my wildest dreams and, at the same time, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must induce felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be capable to forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one meter matter. Already I was thinking of the next metre, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While vermilion watched ? Or maybe mistress would be there next prison term ? And who else did she do it who had a dog. Or andiron.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and relish her touch as it grew ever Thomas More sensual and then intimate, her finger teasing me slowly towards another sexual climax.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. snatch. ”