It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at orange red's sign. A pair of stalwart looking poles in one of the Edgar Guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but that one sentence. They were about three groundwork high school and shoes about 3 or 4 feet apart, rising up from the trading floor in presence of a prominent mirror on the wall. 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 while, the simulacrum 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 form, that's all it was. A phantasy. Something to bug myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog slut, instead of Rachel. And it would have stayed that way, except…

"I promised vermilion 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 drop a little time there. He's got a threshold 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 mean. 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 lots 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 bare little chores for her, even the most lowly. It felt good and it kept me in her good graces as an tot bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could line up the fifth wheel house key and how to turn off the alarm system."She'll be home around 9, so if you could expend an hour or so with him ? He's very friendly and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty silence in the good afternoon. Love you."

"beloved you too, Mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would consume been, only I choose that mo to call back the magnetic pole and, without meaning too, I began to form a plan that had nothing to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Shepard, had met me at the threshold, eager for ship's company. As my Mistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my C. H. Best to act effortless, my sum was pounding in my chest so laborious that I could feel it against my rib and I was a little breathless and a bit featherbrained as I closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ear, 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 ball for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a kiss on the nose ( which re-ignited my centre once more ) I topped off his food sports stadium and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

sentence for me to put my programme into natural action, knowing that it was risky and that it might not turn out as I'd envisioned, but that it was Charles Frederick Worth the risk. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As common, the room access was closed securely. None of the other doors in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the poles weren't. A stab of disappointment went through me as I walked over to stand before the tall musing twist and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small maculation 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 earpiece and saw that they were threaded so that you could know something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the only thing in the room. On the paries behind it hung a good sized flat screen tv. A diminished desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window to the back yard, so that it was the inaugural matter most people saw when entering the room, and against the opposite rampart were a pair of plush looking chairs to either side of sliding doors - presumably, a wardrobe. If they were in here, they'd be in there. first base, though, I closed the blinds, making sure that no one could see in. The spline created plenty ambient light so that I didn't need to sprain the igniter on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the loo, digit 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 couplet, giving me a choice, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my architectural plan, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too practically, I'd chicken out. ill-use one. Undress.

I'd come over in a twain of shorts, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneakers by the back door, it didn't rent me long to throw off everything, including my bra and my panty ( which were embarrassingly damp at this pointedness - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in expectancy ). I folded them all, taking my fourth dimension, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would bump.

I paused, savoring the spirit of being naked in someone's household I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was fold to 3. scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. Plenty of time. Going back to the closet, I examined the pole. There were, in all, three band, all about four feet marvellous. Curious, I took a closer look. One set had slot running up each pole, with a pair of metal ring set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked sort of like a track, where you could move the ring up and down the rings up and down the full length of the perch. Interesting.

The bit had a fixed hoop at the rear end of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered seeing that Nox. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was aplomb to the touch and polished so that I could see my bleary reflection in it, my nipple rising and falling lewdly with each quickening intimation. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even constitute myself come, but I resisted. There's plenty of time for that later, I told myself.

The third gear was much the Sami, only it had a 3rd set of rings at about the midpoint. I toyed with the mind of using the one with the mobile attachments, but, in the end, I chose the final 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 endeavor to get it right - the first time, when it was all the way in, the ringing 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 aid myself. I stood close to the perch, ramification bedcover all-inclusive 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 control as I tried to boil down on the obscene image in the looking glass. nookie, I felt so aphrodisiacal. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real adventure. I'd packed a few matter specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my back over to the desk, set it down on the base, tossed the cushion to one position and took a seat on the Ellen Price Wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my unspoiled to calm myself a little, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would have got been hard to explain 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 cuff, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly fashion. A duad for my carpus and one for my ankles. They were leather. A pair of silver gray warp would batten down them. A single metal ring was on the opposite word side so that you could secure a R-2 or a chain.

A collar. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's presence, but a thickset leather one with a single buckle and a tintinnabulation to attach, presumably, a troika. It was and real dog neckband, purchased at a pet memory. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those automobile they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of fantasy - Livvy. And, on the other side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right wing now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd lecture myself out of this. It would take off the transformation. My fingers were a short shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a bit, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my nipples where hard and I could see the refulgency of my pussy juices on the interior of my thighs. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not advert myself. It was hard. Almost impossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue 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 little sick for a consequence so I took a bit to simply come together my eyes and try to slow up my external respiration. I could feel heat spreading all over my body, heat and foreplay - it was almost enough to eclipse the veneration and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.

A garb came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of bluff material. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly forgetful. Standing up it would wrap up my puss and near of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from sliding down. I would accent my loose nature rather than lessen it.

Last thing. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most important item, despite it being the to the lowest degree obvious. Taking a recondite breath, I began. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a turnup around my correct ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Same with my leftfield. Then the same with my wrist joint turnup. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in battlefront of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A strumpet.

"A dog slut,"I whispered, licking my rim 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 reflectivity again, watching at the girl sunk a twain of fingerbreadth into the ja and began to smear it on her torso - on my trunk. On the interior of my thigh, on my ass cheeks, on my agglomerate, and then, more daringly, on my pussy sass, between my buttock, my cocksucker, my clit and as much as I could push into my dripping wet bitch.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the rod, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a point to it. First, I put the keys to my ankle cuffs and the cuff on my lead carpus on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one length of mountain chain and fed it through the ring at the base of the pole before securing both ends on the ringing of my turnup, following case on the other side, forcing my legs to overspread a couple of feet apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the same with the handcuff on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The right radiocarpal joint would be tricky, but it was authoritative that I did it right so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn't be gentle, but I'd give myself plenty of time, 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 minuscule originally, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the chain through the mob on her cuff, and then through the one on the pole, the lock already hooked through the end tie-in on one end. It took a frustrating amount of time, and she almost dropped it a couple of clip, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take effort, but she was confident that she'd left enough wiggle elbow 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 nasty little slut who wants to bed weenie. And maybe buck, the amended, blushing furiously at that entrance money, even though there was no one to learn her almost still whisper.

After that, there was zilch to do but hold off, prediction and frustration 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 glimpse at her phone told her that a petty over a one-half hour had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

She felt a knife thrust of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a saccade of affright as a soft doggerel caught her attention, followed by the flabby chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the way to investigate. From where she stood, she couldn't see him, but she knew that, if he came all the way in, she'd be able to see his reflection.

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

I felt my belly hold, followed by my kitty-cat, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the inside of my right second joint. And then I felt his hot breath on the back of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his oral fissure and licking the monkey nut butter I'd smeared on my flesh once, than twice, his glossa wet and rough as it sent shivers of frantic sexual desire up and down my rachis and deep into my core.

"piece of tail,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his delicacy in earnest. Apparently goober butter was the right choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste sensation and olfaction of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into gripe - not girls, squawk - lawsuit that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slovenly woman to Loki's bitch the second his clapper slid up the inside of my second joint.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able to imagine calmly, I might take been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was think about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel in my slit or my asshole. About how arduous 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 sense his putz sinking feeling into my cunt as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a jack pound, his knot swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to find it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waistline, his furry haunches pressed into my second joint and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls interior of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the image of the miss chained between two metal perch while being licked by a German Alan Bartlett Shepard Jr..

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

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just retain looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to bear in mind, some of it incoherently, adding the periodic ‘ good boy'as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my asshole, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should blockade. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to end it. All this sentence I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a piece to registrar that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog porn video recording.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brushwood against my twat lips, and then again. I stated at my figure of speech, my legs spread, my arm paste, tommyrot running down my Chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my tits bouncing, his snoot between my legs, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an climax wracking through my body. I caught visual modality of myself briefly, bent over as a lot as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my kitty, between my puffy lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This time Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my kitty-cat. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ good son'and ‘ make your bitch get along'and whatever else came to mind. It was so a great deal nastier than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I wanted to be the star. Mostly because it was me, and it was really happening. And because, instead of being disgusted, I was turned on beyond de***********ion.

"Oh, god, yes, fuck your cunt with your natural language. Make me come in, good doggie, deeper, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, ineffectual to tear my oculus away from the mirror, as I came again, his tongue brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep back going. I was so purport on watching, that it took me several import, very tenacious consequence during which I thought my heart would burst from my chest, to acknowledge that Ilse's acquaintance, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was engaged pushing his tongue deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with a enigmatic smiling on her face.

Panicking at being found out and caught in the act, I fought against the chemical chain that held me in space, 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 nasty,"Loki's owner said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your filthy little bitch. What a nasty little whore."

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

"Ilse let me know you'd be dropping by. We both had our suspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was indisputable 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 overnice laugh, one that sent shivered up and down my spine. rich people and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was older than me by about ten years, but she didn't looking it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair relax, brunette Wave spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer legs. At submit she was dressed casually in a chick and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a chain of drool leaking from my oral cavity and down my Kuki-Chin until it hung, suspended for several flash and then fell to the trading floor.

"commodity boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a diffuse chuckle, lifting her eyes so that she could pick up mine in the wall duration mirror. Not knowing how to respond, 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 cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip bone, and along my wing as she moved in straw man 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 vocalism shaking as she turned it over, shaking her head as she read the in***********ion on the early 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 video of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the manacle, smearing peanut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

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

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

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

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

"Stay. good boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his ears before retrieving the pair of poles with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a sentence, before me and screwing them into the level like I'd done with the others so that they were several 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 pause, rising again cryptical within.

"Ever been fucked ?"

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

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

"Then this will be a special treat."

She found the keystone for the padlocks and unlocked my wrist joint."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my unspoiled to comply, with her help.

"rightfield hand first, please."

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

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my articulatio genus, bent over, my arms out in figurehead of me.

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

"nooky,"I breathed, too quiet for her to try, my centre going wide as my imagination went into full gear. In this position, she could pull in me do either… suck his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be capable to stop her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my error. It was out of my control…

"One more thing, Livvy."She'd found a belt ammunition in the snug. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my centre only on the prize.

"More for looks than anything else."

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

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

She left me like that, chained to the magnetic pole bent over, my bitch dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few base in front of me. I stared at the tag hanging from my choker, repeating her words softly.

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

I found myself crying, split welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable want commence me into. It was just a phantasy. I never meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His rough tongue traveling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my buttock, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my twat, how it had felt that number one time. I felt so muddied. 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 come again with his tongue pushed between my swollen lips, his aplomb nose pressing into my clit, his drivel coating my thighs.

"Dog strumpet,"I told my contemplation accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to include it, but you want more, don't you ?"

Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and took a deep breathing space, letting it out slowly, before answering, my vocalization too quieten for even me to hear, but the answer make as day 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 corresponding fifteen or XX minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side of meat, his capitulum perking up when he saw me. orange red had changed into a well-to-do looking robe. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might outwear before going to bed. It was gamy 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-coloured in one deal. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a trivial as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so anxious, I might have too. Instead I simply did my advantageously not to pant or groan or make any other audio that would obstruct me further, especially when she stopped in straw man of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the blood-red tip protruding from his hairy case. His rooster. I'd seen pictures, of grade, but never up close and personal.

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

I swallowed, lifting my regard from his cock to vermilion's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's oral fissure. He looked happy, 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 lyric a niggling."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in figurehead 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,"Scarlet said with a smirk, kneeling down in front of me so that our faces were about even.

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

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a minuscule tidy sum on the lips, but a porn hotshot osculation, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a good eyeshot of me. Of us. I watched her lift her methamphetamine to her lips and take a small sip before setting it down on one thigh, finger's breadth cupping the bowl, her aspect, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

"Stick your knife out, Livvy. kiss him back."

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

"Kiss. Him. spinal column, fornicatress,"Scarlet repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him work it, doing my best not to commit 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 good time. You should do the same."

When put that way, I did my best, both to please her and to delight Loki. It was probationary at inaugural, but I started to actually think of him as my devotee. After all, he'd licked my cunt and made me issue forth earlier and I was pretty sure Scarlet was going to have him get it on me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his knife while he licked mine, my lip, my cheeks, and chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to suffer myself a little, feeling my nipples hardening both due to anticipation and the so very wrongness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glimpse over at orange red. She'd untied her gown, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine-coloured as she watched us. She caught my eyes and smiled, then bared her dentition and ran the tip of her clapper along the border. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the rod that secured my wrists to no avail.

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

"Loki. Pussy."

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

"individual's turned on."

My only answer was a stuttering moan as I felt his head pushing between my disunite thighs and his eager hot breaths heating up my slit. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. Unable to serve myself, I did my better to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his lingua 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 heat rushing through me, my heart rate pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to scream in thwarting as he obeyed the command almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the sharpness of a massive climax, ineffectual to do anything to press myself over.

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

I turned my chief towards her. She'd pulled assailable her gown, giving me a partial vista of her tits. The mamilla I could see was as swollen and pussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to reveal a nicely trimmed landing place strip above her middling knock twat.

"While you're cooling down a fiddling, you should look on this."

She picked up her phone and played with it until the 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 poles. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of path she had. I should birth been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lecherousness as I watched her dog tease apart me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.



"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a chance to registrar the words before he made a short bound over my calf and stuck his headland under my suspended body, his tongue warm and wet against the slope of my tit, every once in a spell brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to make him stop. He nipped my breast with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to stay still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll showtime getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your boob. Your tit. Your tender piddling purulent. I don't think he'd break the tegument, but I can't clear any promises."

"nookie fuck jazz,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the other slope, pausing to give my expression a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other nipple, driving me, again, closer and closemouthed to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

Unable to talk, I shook my heading stubbornly. I wouldn't consecrate her the expiation of knowing how a good deal I did want that. At least right now I did.

"competitiveness 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 nerve's content, but It didn't alteration the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a deep sit down fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to experience just this once. I was hooked.

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

It took me a few minutes to figure the new instruction. In fact, it took some prompting on scarlet's function before I understood what she, and her dog, expected of me. The bid was really meant for me. She wanted me to blow him.

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a honorable smell 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 vane, giving me a just up faithful horizon of his hammer, which seemed to be growing bigger by the second. I gripped the rod, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

Scarlet replied with a loud chuckle, 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 acknowledge 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 Weird. The psyche was variety of flat with a sort of tip on it. Other than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human cock, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close enough that, if I stuck my knife out…

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

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

I let out a mild whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his putz, my knife 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 reach between my legs and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his tool with my lip, taking a piffling More of it, using my tongue to rally and thrill, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so lousy. I was so begrime. He moved a piffling forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my oral cavity was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouth. I felt him twitch a couplet of fourth dimension and it wasn't flavour before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corners of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"Fuck,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, natural language lolling out as his attention went back and Forth River between me and vermilion, wanting to obey his possessor while eager to use me as his kick.

"Enjoy yourself, slut ?"she asked, startling me. I hadn't noticed her standing, so engrossed in what I had been doing to Loki, taking his rooster in my sass, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his headspring, and then she did the same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to kibosh now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your endure luck to stake out, piddling dog slut."ew

ventilation heavily, I weighed my options. Maybe this was all a mistake. 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 cock inside of me and use me as his kick. He'd probably knot me and fill me with his cum and I'd have crossed a blood line I could never re-cross. I'd have fucked a dog. Willingly, since she was giving me a choice. I could say no. She was offering me that chance. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't award her offer, but because something inside me needed this to hap. Something deep 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 vocalism shaking."I want this."

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

Her smiling was cruel, but kindly 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 tongue pushing past my lips and sliding along my clapper while she cupped one of my mammilla and teased my mamilla with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to fuck me."

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

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

Swallowing, I looked over at her dog. He was staring at me too, an tidal bore flavour on his face as he panted softly and cocked his head as if waiting on me.

"I want Loki to fuck me, orange red. I want him to stick his dick in my cunt and use me like a bitch. I want to feel his greyback and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

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

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a beatnik as I watched the beast, the dog, Loki, get-up-and-go off his book binding legs and, arse wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her hot seat, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted view of the mirror in battlefront of me and of her, naked, her legs spread as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front legs around my waist, holding cockeyed as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting the rear of my thigh and then my left cheek, then my right.



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

A gumption of great shame washed over me. ignominy 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 tool in me, thrusting deep with a rejoicing barque. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my prat as he started pounding me with no regard for my comfort, his stopcock swelling up inside my crocked pussy. I let out a loud groan.

God, he was rough, but it felt so good. A speedy glance to my left field showed orange red playing with her own pussy, her legs now over the limb of the chair so I could get a just flavour at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the first-class honours degree fourth dimension I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his prick into me without seeming to tired. I started to find a climax coming on, the physical genius 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 climax. I was too lost in hug drug to tell. I felt his dick growing inside of me, pushing apart my wall as he knotted me and I came a third time, snag leaking from my eye, my oral fissure hanging open air, drool 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. Close, so close. I just needed something to labor me over the edge. I felt his legs tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his ejaculate into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a warm jet and there was so practically 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 joy as an even stronger wave of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his load a third time and then seemed to make relaxed a little. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his Calidris canutus locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped over me, turning away, his peter still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

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

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. gladiolus I was able to put down 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 putz embedded in me…

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

"Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until vermilion took pity and released me from my bonds so that I could pass 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 words, calling me a effective young lady and dog fucker and a strumpet and… I lost racetrack after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my wildest dreams and, at the like sentence, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must feature felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able-bodied to leave this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time thing. Already I was thinking of the future time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While orange red watched ? Or maybe schoolmistress would be there adjacent metre ? And who else did she recognize who had a dog. Or dogs.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy her tactual sensation as it grew ever more carnal and then sexual, her fingers teasing me slowly towards another sexual climax.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”