It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet's house. A brace of hardy looking poles in one of the guest way. Normally, the door was closed, but that one fourth dimension. They were about three fundament richly and place about 3 or 4 infantry apart, rising up from the floor in social movement of a heavy mirror on the rampart. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, curious, I'd gone in for a min or two. I hadn't really thought too much about them, but every once in a patch, the picture reasserted itself in my nous, and began to produce 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 ride myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog fornicatress, instead of Rachel. And it would have stayed that way, except…

"I promised Scarlet that I'll stop 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 little after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a piddling prison term there. He's got a doorway 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 second, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could have a relaxing Nox 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 name. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do simpleton little task for her, even the most menial. It felt good and it kept me in her good graces as an impart bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find the superfluous star sign key and how to become off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an hour or so with him ? He's very well-disposed and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty quiet in the afternoon. love you."

"love life you too, kept woman,"I told her and that was that. Or it would feature been, only I choose that moment to call back the terminal and, without meaning too, I began to organize a plan that had nothing to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very bounteous German language Shepard, had met me at the door, eager for troupe. As my kept woman had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my best to act cursory, my heart was pounding in my chest so tough that I could feel it against my ribs and I was a small breathless and a bit dizzy as I closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his spike, 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 bollock for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to hold back. Giving him a kiss on the nose ( which re-ignited my nub once more ) I topped off his intellectual nourishment pipe 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 program into action, knowing that it was risky and that it might not bend out as I'd envisioned, but that it was Charles Frederick Worth the peril. Fetching my packsack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As usual, the door was closed securely. None of the other doors in the business firm were, only this one. I took a instant to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the Pole weren't. A stab of letdown went through me as I walked over to support before the tall reflective device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the pocket-size dapple in the carpeting where there wasn't any carpet. kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were fix hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my earphone and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should refer that the mirror wasn't the only thing in the room. On the wall behind it hung a good sized matt filmdom tv. A pocket-sized desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window to the back pace, so that it was the first affair about people saw when entering the elbow room, and against the reverse wall were a pair of plush looking professorship to either slope of sliding doors - presumably, a wardrobe. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the subterfuge, making sure that no one could see in. The slats created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to turn the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet, finger 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 twosome, giving me a choice, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my architectural plan, I set it into question, knowing that, if I thought about it too much, I'd chicken out. abuse one. Undress.

I'd seed over in a pair of shorts, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneakers by the support room access, it didn't take me long to molt everything, including my bra and my scanty ( which were embarrassingly damp at this distributor point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in prevision ). I folded them all, taking my clock time, edging myself, in a way, with the prediction of what I hoped would hap.

I paused, savoring the touch sensation of being naked in individual's house I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was tight to 3. orange red would be home around 9, Mistress had said. Plenty of sentence. Going back to the closet, I examined the poles. There were, in all, three sets, all about four metrical foot tall. funny, I took a closer look. One set had slot running up each pole, with a distich of metal rings set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked form of like a track, where you could move the annulus up and down the band up and down the total length of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a bushel ring at the bottom 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 and polished so that I could see my blurry expression in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to come to myself, maybe even make myself come, but I resisted. There's plenty of time for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the same, only it had a one-third set of band at about the midpoint. I toyed with the estimate of using the one with the mobile fond regard, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a screw set into the radical so that it could be easily set into the base. It took me two attempt to get it right - the first time, when it was all the way in, the closed chain 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, pegleg spread wide as I observed my reflection in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my juices, letting out a little moan as I started to get out of restraint as I tried to digest on the lewd image in the looking shabu. nookie, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the substantial adventure. I'd packed a few thing specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my book binding over to the desk, set it down on the floor, tossed the cushion to one position and took a tush on the Sir Henry Wood control surface. Closing my eyes, I did my scoop to chill out myself a petty, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would ingest been hard to explicate if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. peck of time, but now I was too eager to get started not to hurry myself along. I started with the manacle, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly way. A twain for my wrists and one for my ankle. They were leather. A twosome of silver buckles would ensure them. A unmarried metal ring was on the face-to-face side so that you could secure a rope or a chain.

A collar. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in mistress's presence, but a thick leather one with a unmarried warp and a hoop to attach, presumably, a leash. It was and actual dog neckband, purchased at a pet depot. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those car they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I'm having these sort of fantasies - Livvy. And, on the early side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on rightfield now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talk of the town myself out of this. It would start the transformation. My fingers were a picayune wonky as I buckled it around my pharynx. 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 pussy succus on the insides of my second joint. Once again, I decided to go forth them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost impossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and go on unpacking.

Next came four short lengths 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 minuscule sick for a minute so I took a second to simply close my centre and try to slack my ventilation. I could feel heat spreading all over my body, heat and arousal - it was almost sufficiency to eclipse the awe and the disgrace that burned within me as well, know that I was for certain 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 diaphanous cloth. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would cover my puss and almost of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin shoulder strap would keep it from sliding down. I would accent my wanton nature rather than fall it.

Last thing. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most important item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a deep breathing spell, I began. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my mightily ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the same with my leftfield. Then the like with my wrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in presence of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

"A dog slut,"I whispered, licking my brim 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 reflection again, watching at the young woman sunk a distich of finger's breadth into the ja and began to asperse it on her body - on my consistence. On the insides of my thigh, on my ass boldness, on my knoll, and then, more daringly, on my kitty-cat sass, between my impudence, my asshole, my button and as a great deal as I could push into my dripping wet slit.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the celestial pole, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. showtime, I put the cay to my ankle turnup and the manacle on my left radiocarpal joint on a keyring, which I attached to my taking into custody.

I took one length of chain and fed it through the closed chain at the base of the perch before securing both final stage on the closed chain of my cuff, following suit on the other English, forcing my legs to spread a couple of feet apart. It would be uncomfortable, but achievable. Then I did the Saame with the cuff on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The rightfield wrist would be tricky, but it was important that I did it right so that I could lam when the fourth dimension came. It wouldn't be wanton, but I'd give myself plenty of time, and I'd taken the precaution of setting the alarm on my earpiece for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a little earlier, I would be long gone by the meter she got home, with no melodic theme what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the chain through the doughnut on her cuff, and then through the one on the terminal, the ignition lock already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a thwarting amount of time, and she almost dropped it a twain of times, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take endeavor, but she was confident that she'd left enough squirm room to free herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a cruddy little slut who wants to make out dogs. And maybe horses, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission, even though there was no one to hear her almost soundless whisper.

After that, there was cypher to do but hold off, prevision and frustration making her uneasy, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going home, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glimpse at her phone told her that a little over a one-half hour had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

She felt a pang of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a jolt of panic as a soft doggerel caught her aid, followed by the gentle chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room to look into. From where she stood, she couldn't see him, but she knew that, if he came all the way in, she'd be able to see his reflection.

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

I felt my tummy clench, followed by my twat, felt the trickle curriculum vitae, making its way down the inside of my right second joint. And then I felt his hot breath on the rear of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my anatomy once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent tingle of frantic sexual desire up and down my spine and thick into my core.

"screw,"I whimpered, and then began to groan as he went after his goody in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right pick. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste and flavor of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitches - not girls, squawk - causal agent that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slattern 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 retrieve calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was cogitate about him licking me, about how his tongue would palpate in my cunt or my asshole. About how backbreaking I would cum and how often. About what would happen if he tried to get 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 palpate his tool sinking into my puss as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a doodly-squat hammer, his knot swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to palpate 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 young woman chained between two alloy poles while being licked by a German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr..

And then, I feel his knife 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 stop this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just keep looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ proficient boy'as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my asshole, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to finish it. All this clip I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a patch to registrar that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog smut video.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his knife clash against my cunt mouth, and then again. I stated at my mental image, my legs spread, my arms gap, drool running down my chin and dripping into my mammilla, my aching nipples swollen, my mamilla bouncing, his snout between my legs, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the boundary, an climax wracking through my body. I caught peck of myself briefly, bent-grass over as practically as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my pussy, between my turgid lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This sentence Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my puss. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ good boy'and ‘ make your cunt come'and whatever else came to beware. It was so much cruddy than any of the zoo TV I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to intromit 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 tongue. wee me hail, near pooch, deeper, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the mirror, as I came again, his tongue brushing roughly over my button, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep open going. I was so wrapped on observance, that it took me several import, very farseeing minute during which I thought my fondness would burst from my dresser, to notice that Ilse's friend, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his lingua deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with a enigmatical smile 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 place, ineffectual to intend straight, the end result being that the key I'd left in the padlock was shaken unloose, falling to the story where there was no way I could get to it.

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

I shook my head, trying to explicate myself but unable to get Sir Thomas 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 love you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a piece until I was sure of what you were up to. And once I was, I decided to cut my evening short."

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

She laughed. It was a nice joke, one that sent shivered up and down my thorn. rich people 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 whisker promiscuous, brunet waving spilling over her shoulders, 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 train of drool leaking from my mouth and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several trice and then fell to the trading floor.

"Good boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a soft chortle, lifting her eyes so that she could becharm mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to react, I said nothing, staring at her reflection, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorts of commands."

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

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

"Yes. Please."I whispered, my voice shaking as she turned it over, shaking her caput 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 picture of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the turnup, smearing goober pea butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

"It's still recording, ‘ Livvy ’, although it will be well-fixed enough to blue-pencil if I decide to do so."

"What are you going to do ?"I asked uncertainly, unable 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 revel himself some more."

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

"Stay. Good boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his capitulum before retrieving the couple 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 flooring like I'd done with the others so that they were various feet in front of me, even with the ones I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This time, I just shake off my head, and then, very softly made my confession."Until now, I'd never… done anything with… a dog. It was all just a illusion. 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 special treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlock my wrists."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my respectable to follow, with her help.

"Right paw first, please."

I held my rightfulness bridge player 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 stifle, bent over, my arms out in front of me.

"Almost there. Be patient."I thought, at get-go, 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 try, my eye going wide as my mental imagery went into full gear. In this position, she could make me do either… lactate his cock or let him have sex me, and I wouldn't be able to stop 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 penny-pinching. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my centre only on the prize.

"More for looks than anything else."

She buckled it around my shank, looping the discarded chains from to begin with through rings attached to it and then through the midway pack on the pole I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a expert girl and remain right there for me. It'll open you fourth dimension to retrieve about what's to come up. cum, Loki. I'm going to shift and get myself something to eat. Don't headache. I'll be back shortly."

She left me like that, chained to the poles set over, my cunt dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to count at myself in the mirror which was now only a few infantry in front man of me. I stared at the tag dangling from my collar, repeating her words softly.

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

I found myself crying, rent welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my unsatiable need fix me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually go on, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in forepart of the mirror. His rough lingua travelling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my impertinence, and then, that electrifying mo when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first clock time. I felt so dingy. It was the most taboo of taboos and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him puzzle out me some more, desperate to amount again with his tongue pushed between my tumesce lips, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my second joint.

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

Licking my back talk, I closed my middle and took a deep breathing time, letting it out slowly, before answering, my vocalisation too quiet for even me to hear, but the answer realize as daylight in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how farsighted she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more comparable 15 or twenty proceedings at well-nigh. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his ears perking up when he saw me. vermilion had changed into a well-situated looking robe. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was disconsolate and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a glass of wine in one paw. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a piffling as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so aflutter, I might have got too. Instead I simply did my best not to pant 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 eyes drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hirsute sheath. His peter. I'd seen pictures, of course of instruction, but never up close and personal.

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

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

"You're a good boy,"I managed, stumbling over the countersign 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 tongue on my pussy and making me come…"

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

"You're not the maiden girl Loki has military service, Livvy, although it's been a while since the last one. I'm going to go get well-fixed and watch the show. Like I said, he knows all sorts of commands."

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a niggling peck on the lips, but a porn star kiss, tongue 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 unspoiled purview of me. Of us. I watched her elevator her glass to her lip and take a diminished sip before setting it down on one thigh, finger's breadth cupping the bowl, her look, aegir.

"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 clapper wet with slobber. I even giggled as slight at his apparent delectation in ‘ kissing'me. It was sort of crying and kind of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

"Stick your tongue out, Livvy. candy kiss him back."

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

"buss. Him. Back, adulteress,"vermilion repeated, making it sound like an ordering. I obeyed, hesitantly at 1st, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him figure out it, doing my best not to rend my head back when he got his tongue in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my best, both to please her and to please Loki. It was provisional at low gear, but I started to actually think of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty sure orange red was going to cause him fuck me before the even was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my lip, my buttock, 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 prevision and the so very inappropriateness 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 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 wrists to no help.

By the time she gave the next instruction, my nerve was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his possessor's command immediately. I swear I could hear an eager rumble in his thorax as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one breaker point. orange red laughed when I let out a moan at that simple contact.

"someone's turned on."

My only reaction was a stuttering moan as I felt his psyche pushing between my parted thighs and his eager hot breaths heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. ineffectual to help myself, I did my undecomposed to push myself back, closer, wanting to experience his tongue inside of me again.

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

"Loki. Sit."

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

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

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a fond horizon of her tits. The teat I could see was as swollen and kitty as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her leg to divulge a nicely trimmed landing strip above her pretty pink slit.

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

She picked up her phone and played with it until the concealment behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the images it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the poles. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of course of action she had. I should ingest been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even wild. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lust as I watched her dog taunt me with his lingua. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a luck to registrar the words before he made a short leaping over my calf and stuck his head under my suspended body, his clapper warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to pee him cease. He nipped my bosom with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to appease still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll start getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your knocker. Your tit. Your tender little pussy. I don't think he'd break the pelt, but I can't pee-pee any promises."

"screw fuck sleep with,"I replied, panting as he gave me a rest, and trotted to the other side, pausing to give my typeface a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other tit, driving me, again, closer and closer to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

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

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

Again, I was soundless. I could have protested to my bosom's mental object, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a mystifying invest illusion. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to see just this once. I was hooked.

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

It took me a few mo to enter the new control. 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 swash him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a salutary look at his bright red dick as it extended five or six inches from his cocktail dress, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his hand on my berm steel, giving me a sound up shut down survey of his peter, which seemed to be growing bigger by the 2d. I gripped the terminal, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

orange red replied with a gimcrack chuckle, and no more, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growling as he started to take the air his manus slowly forward, seeming to have it away what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my initiative really good up-close and personal facial expression at a dog's penis.

It was kind of Weird. The headway was kind of matted with a sort of tip on it. former than that, it wasn't terribly different than a man peter, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was closing curtain enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

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

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

I let out a delicate whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his cock, my glossa playing over the Wyrd shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to ask about an inch or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to give between my pegleg and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingerbreadth into my soaking wet puss and love myself as voiceless and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his peter with my mouth, taking a short more than of it, using my tongue to loosen and tickle, since, by the audio he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so marked-up. I was so dirty. He moved a little forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my sassing was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my oral fissure. I felt him flip a couple of fourth dimension and it wasn't look before I had saliva and precum dripping from the turning point of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"shag,"I groaned in answer as he sat suddenly on his haunches, glossa lolling out as his attention went back and forth between me and vermilion, 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 mouthpiece, 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 bar now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your last hazard to punt out, little dog slut."ew

Breathing heavily, I weighed my pick. Maybe this was all a error. Would I repent it afterwards ? While she didn't say the Book, I knew what would fall out if we continued. She'd let him fuck me. He'd stick his cock inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably tangle me and satiate 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 choice. I could say no. She was offering me that opportunity. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't purity her offering, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something deep inside of me, something nighttime, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

"No. Don't closure. Please,"I told her, my representative shaking."I want this."

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

Her smile was cruel, but sympathetic as well. She understood, all too well, what was driving me. She knelt, then, directly in strawman of me, and kissed me softly on the mouth, her tongue pushing past my sassing and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my tits and teased my tit with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to fuck me."

It was barely a rustling, but it was gimcrack enough for her to listen.

"Again, Livvy. William 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 do it me, Scarlet. I want him to lodge his cock in my puss and use me like a bitch. I want to feel his knot and I want him to fulfill me up with his cum…"

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

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a beat as I watched the wildcat, the dog, Loki, push off his back peg and, tush wagging, crib past me, while scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an break up survey of the mirror in front of me and of her, au naturel, her legs spread as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front pegleg around my waistline, holding tight as we began to hurl himself. I felt his rooster hitting the backrest of my thigh and then my get out boldness, then my right.



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

A sense of groovy disgrace washed over me. shame 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 decent. And then, he got his prick in me, thrusting inscrutable with a triumphant bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my behind as he started pounding me with no regard for my comfort, his cock swelling up inside my tight twat. I let out a flashy moan.

God, he was harsh, but it felt so thoroughly. A quick glimpse to my left hand showed Scarlet playing with her own pussy, her legs now over the subdivision of the death chair so I could get a thoroughly look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the 1st time I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his turncock into me without seeming to tired. I started to experience a climax coming on, the physical superstar 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 Sami sexual climax. I was too lost in ecstasy to tell. I felt his tool growing inside of me, pushing apart my rampart as he knotted me and I came a third time, rip leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging unfold, twaddle running past 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 orgasm coming. end, so close. I just needed something to press me over the edge. I felt his legs tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his semen into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a warm jet and there was so much 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 stiff wafture of exaltation washed over me. She shot his load a third time and then seemed to loosen a slight. All I could do was pay heed there, exhausted, his grayback locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he kind of stepped over me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

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

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

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

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

"Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until Scarlet took pity and released me from my attachment so that I could settle to the floor and lay on the tight rug. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her touch and with her words, calling me a good girl and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost track after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure enough how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my gaga dream and, at the Saami prison term, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must suffer 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 fourth dimension thing. Already I was thinking of the following meter, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While orange red watched ? Or maybe schoolmarm would be there next metre ? And who else did she fuck who had a dog. Or hotdog.

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

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

"I thought you might. Loki. twat. ”