It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at scarlet's household. A pair of sturdy looking poles in one of the Guest elbow room. Normally, the threshold was closed, but that one meter. They were about three feet high-pitched and place about 3 or 4 foundation apart, rising up from the storey in front of a great 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 figure of speech reasserted itself in my head, and began to make 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 fantasy. Something to fluff myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog slut, instead of Rachel. And it would hold stayed that way, except…

"I promised vermilion that I'll block 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 clip. A little after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can drop a minuscule prison term 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 consequence, it was all about helping out my schoolmarm so that she could have a relaxing night in with her young man. 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 name. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do simple little chore for her, even the most menial. It felt good and it kept me in her good saving grace as an added bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find the free house key and how to turn off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an 60 minutes or so with him ? He's very friendly and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty quiet in the afternoons. Love you."

"Love you too, schoolmistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that consequence to remember the Pole and, without meaning too, I began to constitute a plan that had nothing to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very openhanded German language Sam Shepard, had met me at the door, eager for companionship. As my Mistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my best to act passing, my ticker was pounding in my chest so toilsome that I could sense it against my rib and I was a little breathless and a bit lightheaded as I closed and locked the threshold behind me.

Setting down my haversack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his auricle, called him a commodity boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than that, so we ended up going out back so I could flip 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 nozzle ( which re-ignited my heart once more ) I topped off his food bowl and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

Time for me to put my design into action at law, knowing that it was hazardous and that it might not reverse out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the hazard. Fetching my haversack, I made my way to the way that I'd remembered. As usual, the door was closed securely. None of the other room access in the firm were, only this one. I took a bit to question about that, and then put it out of my creative thinker, 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 stand before the tall pondering device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small patches in the carpet where there wasn't any carpet. Kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my phone and saw that they were threaded so that you could have it off something into the level.

Now I was on a seeking. I should refer that the mirror wasn't the only thing in the elbow room. On the wall behind it hung a effective sized flavourless screen tv. A minor desk was against the paries to the rightfulness, facing a window to the back grounds, so that it was the first thing almost mass saw when entering the room, and against the opposite word bulwark were a yoke of plush looking president to either side of sliding doors - presumably, a cupboard. If they were in here, they'd be in there. beginning, though, I closed the subterfuge, making sure as shooting that no one could see in. The slats created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to wrench the sparkle 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 distich, giving me a selection, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could convey out my program, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too much, I'd chicken out. Step one. Undress.

I'd seminal fluid over in a twain of shorts, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my stool pigeon by the back door, it didn't postulate me long to shed everything, including my bra and my pantie ( which were embarrassingly damp at this peak - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in prediction ). I folded them all, taking my clock time, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the flavor of being naked in someone's household I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was faithful to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, fancy woman had said. pot of metre. Going back to the cupboard, I examined the rod. There were, in all, three sets, all about four base tall. odd, I took a finisher look. One set had slot running up each pole, with a pair of metallic element closed chain set into it. kneel, discovered that it worked kind of like a racecourse, where you could move the ring up and down the rings up and down the integral length of the pole. Interesting.

The secondment had a fixed ring at the hind end of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered seeing that night. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was cool to the touch modality and polished so that I could see my hazy observation in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even make water myself number, but I resisted. There's raft of time for that later, I told myself.

The one-third was much the Lapp, only it had a third set of rings at about the centre. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the roving adherence, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the base so that it could be easily set into the floor. It took me two try to get it right - the showtime metre, when it was all the way in, the gang 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, legs feast wide as I observed my reflection in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metallic element with my juice, letting out a little moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to digest on the lustful double 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 trading floor, tossed the shock to one side and took a seat on the Sir Henry Wood aerofoil. Closing my center, I did my best to calm myself a niggling, but it was nearly out of the question, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the tooshie already. That would make been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. tidy sum of time, but now I was too tidal bore to get started not to hurry myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the Earth's surface of the desk in a neat and neat way. A couplet for my wrists and one for my ankles. They were leather. A duad of silver buckle would secure them. A single metal ring was on the opposite English so that you could batten a rope or a chain.

A collar. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in kept woman's bearing, but a thick leather one with a single warp and a anchor ring to attach, presumably, a trio. It was and actual dog collar, purchased at a pet depot. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those motorcar they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of fancy - 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 talking myself out of this. It would start the translation. My finger were a lilliputian shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a moment, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a niggling. God, my nipples where hard and I could see the shine of my snatch juice on the inside of my thigh. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost out of the question, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue unpacking.

Next came four short duration of range of mountains and four padlocks, the paint still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a niggling sick for a moment so I took a moment to simply close my centre and try to slow down my breathing. I could find heat spreading all over my organic structure, heat and foreplay - it was almost enough to eclipse the fear and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.

A dress came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of sheer material. Had I worn in in world, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly shortly. Standing up it would cover my puss and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would observe it from sliding down. I would accentuate my wanton nature rather than diminish it.

go thing. A jar of Arachis hypogaea butter. That was the most important item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a deep breathing place, I began. With one metrical foot on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Same with my leftfield. Then the Lapplander with my articulatio radiocarpea 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 slattern.

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

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut vine butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching at the missy sunk a pair of digit into the ja and began to smear it on her physical structure - on my body. On the interior of my thigh, on my ass boldness, on my mound, and then, more daringly, on my pussy lips, between my cheeks, my asshole, my button and as much as I could labor into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the pole, trancelike. It really did sense like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a arrest to it. First, I put the keys to my ankle cuffs and the handcuff on my provide wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my taking into custody.

I took one length of chain and fed it through the ring at the root of the pole before securing both final stage on the ring of my cuff, following suit on the other side, forcing my legs to propagate a couple of ft apart. It would be uncomfortable, but achievable. Then I did the Saami with the turnup on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the terminal.

The redress wrist would be tricky, but it was important that I did it correct so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn't be sluttish, but I'd give myself plenty of clock time, and I'd taken the precaution of setting the warning device on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a niggling to begin with, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the Ernst Boris Chain through the tintinnabulation on her handlock, and then through the one on the perch, the lock already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a frustrating total of time, and she almost dropped it a couple of clip, but, eventually, she was able to batten down the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take movement, but she was positive that she'd left sufficiency wiggle room to discharge herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a foul niggling slut who wants to fuck dog. And maybe horses, the amended, blushing furiously at that entree, even though there was no one to hear her almost mute whisper.

After that, there was nix to do but wait, anticipation and thwarting making her anxious, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going home, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her speech sound told her that a petty over a half hr had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

She felt a shot of letdown after one-half of that had gone by, followed by a jolt of panic as a piano jingle caught her attention, 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 capable 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 tum clinch, followed by my pussy, felt the drip resume, making its way down the interior of my right thigh. And then I felt his hot breath on the rear of my second joint, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and licking the earthnut butter I'd smeared on my flesh once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shake of frenzied intimate desire up and down my spinal column and recondite into my core.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to groan as he went after his treat in earnest. Apparently goober butter was the right choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste and olfactory modality of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into beef - not girls, beef - suit that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's bitch the second 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 have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was think about him licking me, about how his tongue would sense in my cunt or my motherfucker. About how severely I would cum and how often. About what would happen 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 feel his rooster sinking into my cunt as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a diddly hammer, his mi swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggie 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 thighs and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls inside of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the range of a function of the missy chained between two metallic element pole while being licked by a German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr..

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass cheek, finding more of the yummy treat, and I start to escape from even harder, knowing that I could not stop this, that I didn't want to stop this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just maintain 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 dickhead, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the monkey nut butter was just too pleasant-tasting not to land up 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 pornography video.

"screw,"I gasped, feeling his tongue encounter against my cunt back talk, and then again. I stated at my picture, my legs spread, my blazon spreading, tosh running down my chin and dripping into my pap, my aching nipples swollen, my tit bouncing, his neb between my pegleg, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This clip I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the boundary, an sexual climax wracking through my body. I caught sight of myself briefly, bent-grass over as very much as I could, his clapper slurping up and down my pussy, between my turgid mouth, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This prison term Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was look on, encouraging him with more ‘ ripe male child'and ‘ make your squawk get'and whatever else came to bear in mind. It was so a great deal foul than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in mystic, 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, do it your beef with your clapper. throw me come, good doggie, recondite, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, ineffectual to tear my optic away from the mirror, as I came again, his glossa brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep back going. I was so wrapped on watching, that it took me respective moments, very long moment during which I thought my heart would burst from my dresser, to notice that Ilse's friend, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was officious 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 Sir Ernst Boris Chain that held me in space, unable to think straight, the end solvent being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken costless, falling to the flooring where there was no way I could get to it.

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

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

"Ilse let me fuck you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was sure enough 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 spinal column. Rich and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was honest-to-goodness than me by about ten years, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her pilus sluttish, brunette Wave spilling over her shoulder joint, and she had killer legs. At present 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 boloney leaking from my mouth and down my chin until it hung, suspended for various split second and then fell to the floor.

"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 chortle, lifting her eyes so that she could bewitch mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said nothing, staring at her reflection, my brass flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorting of commands."

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

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

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

"Dog slut."

I found myself blushing even harder, if that was potential 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-to-do enough to edit if I decide to do so."

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

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

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

"Stay. goodness boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his pinna 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 feet in front of me, even with the 1 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 interruption, rising again mysterious within.

"Ever been fucked ?"

This fourth dimension, I just shook my pass, and then, very softly made my confession."Until now, I'd never… done anything with… a dog. It was all just a phantasy. I just… I had to know…"

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

"Then this will be a special treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlocked my wrist."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my easily to comply, with her service.

"Right hand first, please."

I held my right wing helping hand up so that she could perpetrate it towards the early pole, locking my handcuff directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knees, bent over, my weaponry 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 hear, my center going blanket as my imaging went into full cogwheel. In this position, she could shit me do either… suck his prick or let him sleep together me, and I wouldn't be able to terminate her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my mistake. It was out of my control…

"One to a greater extent affair, Livvy."She'd found a bang in the cheeseparing. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my centre only on the swag.

"Sir Thomas More for looks than anything else."

She buckled it around my waist, looping the toss chains from earlier through rings attached to it and then through the middle ringing on the magnetic pole I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a adept girl and stay right there for me. It'll open you time to think about what's to come. seed, Loki. I'm going to commute and get myself something to eat. Don't worry. I'll be back shortly."

She left me like that, chained to the Pole bent-grass over, my slit dripping fluids onto the carpeting, ineffective to see at myself in the mirror which was now only a few feet in front of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my collar, repeating her word 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, snag welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable penury gotten me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so dependable. Loki licking me while I was chained in forepart of the mirror. His rough tongue travelling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my cheeks, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my snatch, how it had felt that first time. I felt so dirty. It was the most tabu 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 follow again with his clapper pushed between my swollen sass, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thigh.

"Dog slovenly woman,"I told my contemplation accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to allow it, but you want More, don't you ?"

drubbing my brim, I closed my centre and took a inscrutable breathing spell, letting it out slowly, before answering, my vocalism too quieten for even me to hear, but the answer clear as daylight in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how farseeing she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more like fifteen or XX 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 fuzzy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was naughty and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The fundament fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a glass of wine in one script. 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 just not to pant or moan or induce any other sound that would stymie me further, especially when she stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His cock. I'd seen video, of course of study, but never up close and personal.

"Tell Loki he's a sound boy, Livvy. 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 cock to Scarlet's look, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked well-chosen, his red hanging 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 little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in movement of her, at least, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your natural language on my pussy and making me come…"

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

"You're not the maiden female child Loki has overhaul, Livvy, although it's been a spell since the last 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 lilliputian peck on the sass, but a porno mavin candy kiss, natural language and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the death chair flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a expert 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, finger's breadth cupping the bowlful, her expression, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

I let out a startled 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 little at his apparent delight in ‘ kissing'me. It was kind of porcine and kind of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

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

I opened my mouth 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 hint didn't stench, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could notice peanut butter and snatch as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. spine, slut,"orange red repeated, making it levelheaded like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at 1st, simply sticking my natural language out and letting him solve it, doing my dependable not to pull my head back when he got his tongue in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my ripe, both to please her and to delight Loki. It was tentative at first off, but I started to actually conceive of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty for sure scarlet was going to have him get laid me before the eve was over. Soon, I was licking his natural language while he licked mine, my mouth, my cheeks, and chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose myself a little, feeling my nipples hardening both due to expectation 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-colored as she watched us. She caught my heart and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her tongue along the edges. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the poles that secured my carpus to no avail.

By the time she gave the adjacent command, my facial expression was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's command immediately. I swear I could find out an eager gang fight 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 mere contact.

"mortal's turned on."

My only response was a stuttering groan as I felt his head pushing between my take off second joint and his eager hot breathing spell heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. Unable to help myself, I did my considerably to labor myself back, closer, wanting to palpate 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 minute he had me on the verge of coming again. I could feel the heat rushing through me, my pulsation pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

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

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

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a partial derivative aspect of her tits. The nipple I could see was as tumesce and pussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to reveal a nicely trimmed land strip above her somewhat pink pussy.

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

She picked up her sound and played with it until the screen behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the simulacrum it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the poles. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of course 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 tease 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-change bound over my sura and stuck his heading under my suspended consistency, his tongue warm and wet against the face of my tit, every once in a while brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my heavily nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to stool him stop. He nipped my knocker with his tooth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to stay still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll jump getting jolting. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your tits. Your nipples. Your ship's boat little pussy. I don't think he'd break the cutis, but I can't form any promises."

"shtup fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the early side, pausing to give my face a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my early mammilla, driving me, again, closer and closemouthed to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so have intercourse sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and your lover. I'm so beaming you decided to come 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 impart her the expiation 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 tacit. I could have protested to my heart's content, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a hungriness, a deep seated phantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able-bodied to experience just this once. I was hooked.

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

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

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a good look at his bright red cock as it extended five or six inch from his sheath, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his manus on my shoulder steel, giving me a good up close view of his cock, which seemed to be growing gravid by the instant. I gripped the poles, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

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

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

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

"That wasn't so bad, was it, Livvy. Don't try to sop up 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 cock, my tongue playacting over the weird shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to acquire about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to strain between my leg and contact myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and have it away myself as firmly and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his shaft with my oral cavity, taking a piffling more of it, using my spit to tease and tickle, since, by the audio he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so begrime. He moved a little forward, his claws rough against my bare hide. I didn't daring complain, though. Besides, my backtalk was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my backtalk. 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 sass.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"Fuck,"I groaned in reaction as he sat suddenly on his haunches, knife lolling out as his attention went back and Forth River between me and orange red, wanting to obey his owner while eagre to use me as his gripe.

"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 lip, 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 finally chance to support out, little dog slut."ew

respiration heavily, I weighed my options. 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 amaze his cock inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably knot me and replete me with his cum and I'd have crossed a line I could never re-cross. I'd have fucked a dog. Willingly, since she was giving me a selection. I could say no. She was offering me that hazard. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't award her go, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something mysterious inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful 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 grinning 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 mouth, her glossa pushing past my lips and sliding along my spit while she cupped one of my mammilla and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"William Tell me."

"I want him to roll in the hay me."

It was barely a susurration, but it was tatty enough for her to hear.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to fuck me, Scarlet. I want him to wedge his shaft in my cunt and use me like a bitch. I want to feel his knot and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

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

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a measure as I watched the beast, the dog, Loki, button off his spine legs and, prat wagging, Trot past me, while scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an disturb position of the mirror in front of me and of her, nude, her legs facing pages as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his battlefront pegleg around my waist, holding tight as we began to force himself. I felt his dick hitting the spine of my second joint and then my left boldness, then my right.



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

A sense of great disgrace washed over me. disgrace and humiliation as Loki kept trying while I watched him in the mirror, growing frustrated as he kept missing. It wasn't like I wasn't wet enough. And then, he got his prick in me, thrusting cryptic with a exulting bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my bum as he started pounding me with no heed for my comfort, his putz swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a loud moan.

God, he was crude, but it felt so skillful. A quick glance to my left showed vermilion playing with her own cunt, her wooden leg now over the arms of the chairman so I could get a sound smell at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the inaugural 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 sense a orgasm coming on, the physical sensation as well as the fruition that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner watched was too often. 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 coming. I was too lost in ecstasy to tell. I felt his prick growing inside of me, pushing apart my rampart as he knotted me and I came a third time, tears leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, drool running past times 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 flood tide coming. Close, so close. I just needed something to push me over the sharpness. I felt his legs tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his cum into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a warm jet and there was so a good deal 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 body overloaded with intense pleasure as an even inviolable Wave of raptus washed over me. She shot his load a 3rd meter and then seemed to loose a lilliputian. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his mile locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped over me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my snatch, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. Soft applause as vermilion clapped her hand slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. Glad I was able to record the entire thing."

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

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to mistake out. With the knot gone, his cum started leaking out of me. Pouring out might feature been a right de***********ion. There was just so a great deal of it.

"Hanging my head teacher, I just hung there, too spent to move, until Scarlet took pity and released me from my bonds so that I could lapse to the storey and lay on the soaked carpeting. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her ghost and with her actor's line, calling me a good girlfriend and dog fucker and a slovenly woman and… I lost cart track after a patch.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to reply 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 have felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able to forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one sentence affair. Already I was thinking of the next time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While Scarlet watched ? Or maybe kept woman would be there next 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 delight her soupcon as it grew ever more sensual and then sexual, her fingers teasing me slowly towards another orgasm.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”