It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet's house. A pair of sturdy looking poles in one of the guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but that one time. They were about three human foot highschool and stead about 3 or 4 metrical unit apart, rising up from the floor in front of a large mirror on the paries. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, odd, I'd gone in for a hour or two. I hadn't really thought too practically about them, but every once in a spell, the image reasserted itself in my foreland, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of course, that's all it was. A fantasy. Something to cod 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 Scarlet that I'll occlusion by and discipline 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 pass a little time there. He's got a door to get out into the backyard, but he gets lonely if he's by himself too long."

"I could do it,"I said, not even stopping to reckon. At that moment, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could own a relaxing night in with her young man. It was only after we'd hung up that it became something else. Something a good deal 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 chores for her, even the most lowly. It felt good and it kept me in her good seemliness as an added bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find the spare firm key and how to turn over off the consternation."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an hour 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, Mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would consume been, only I choose that moment to remember the rod 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 liberal German language Shepard, had met me at the door, aegir for company. As my kept woman had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my good to act passing, my heart was pounding in my chest so heavily that I could feel it against my rib and I was a little breathless and a bit featherbrained as I closed and locked the room access behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ears, called him a good boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than that, so we ended up going out back so I could throw a tennis chunk for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a candy kiss on the nose ( 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 plan into 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 endangerment. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the elbow room that I'd remembered. As usual, the room access was closed securely. None of the former doors in the sign of the zodiac were, only this one. I took a mo to wonder about that, and then put it out of my idea, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the poles weren't. A stab of letdown went through me as I walked over to stand before the tall reflective gimmick and made a brass at myself in it. So a great deal for that. And then, I noticed the small darn 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 screw something into the story.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the only matter in the room. On the wall behind it hung a good size straight concealment tv. A belittled desk was against the wall to the right, facing a windowpane to the back yard, so that it was the starting time thing most people saw when entering the room, and against the paired wall were a pair of plush looking chairs to either side of meat of sliding doors - presumably, a closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. first-class honours degree, though, I closed the blinds, 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 press, fingers crossed that what I was looking for would be inside…

And they were. Pretty obvious, too. Not only that, but there were Sir Thomas More than one pair, giving me a alternative, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my architectural plan, I set it into apparent movement, knowing that, if I thought about it too much, I'd chicken out. Step one. Undress.

I'd ejaculate over in a couplet of short, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneak by the back door, it didn't take me long to shed everything, including my bra and my panties ( which were embarrassingly damp at this point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation ). I folded them all, taking my sentence, 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 house I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. pot of prison term. Going back to the closet, I examined the Pole. There were, in all, three stage set, all about four human foot marvellous. peculiar, I took a closer looking at. One set had slot running up each pole, with a pair of alloy rings set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a path, where you could propel the tintinnabulation up and down the pack up and down the entire length of the Pole. Interesting.

The second had a fixed ring at the bottom of the terminal and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered seeing that night. My hired hand trembled as I ran it up and down the fluent metallic element. It was cool off to the tinge and polished so that I could see my foggy reflectivity in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even reach 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 ring at about the midpoint. I toyed with the melodic theme 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 base so that it could be easily set into the floor. It took me two tries to get it right - the first base meter, when it was all the way in, the rings were facing outwards, so I simply unscrewed it and then adjusted it so that they were facing inward, before setting the other in as well.

And then I couldn't help myself. I stood close to the celestial pole, legs spreadhead blanket as I observed my musing in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my succus, letting out a fiddling moan as I started to get out of ascendence as I tried to rivet on the salacious image in the looking ice. 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 story, tossed the shock to one face and took a nates on the wood surface. Closing my middle, I did my best to steady myself a little, but it was nearly unimaginable, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the rump already. That would have been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. Plenty of prison term, but now I was too eager to get started not to hurry myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the control surface of the desk in a neat and orderly fashion. A pair for my wrists and one for my ankles. They were leather. A couplet of silver warp would plug them. A unity metal ring was on the diametric side so that you could secure a circle or a chain.

A collar. Not my common one, the one that I always wore in kept woman's comportment, but a thick leather one with a I warp and a hoop to attach, presumably, a collar. It was and actual dog collar, purchased at a pet stock. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those simple machine they have to engrave my gens, or the one I use when I'm having these form of fantasies - Livvy. And, on the early face, 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 pop out the transformation. My fingers were a little shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a import, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a slight. God, my nipples where hard and I could see the radiancy of my pussycat juice on the insides of my second joint. Once again, I decided to leave behind them there and not disturb myself. It was hard. Almost impossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and uphold unpacking.

Next came four shortstop lengths of Ernst Boris Chain and four padlocks, the Key still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a fiddling sick for a moment so I took a second to simply close my eyes and try to slacken my respiration. I could feel heat spreading all over my physical structure, high temperature and stimulation - it was almost decent to eclipse the fear and the disgrace that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to play along through with my plan.

A frock came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of gauze-like stuff. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly short circuit. Standing up it would cover my kitty-cat and about of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin strap would keep back it from sliding down. I would accentuate my motiveless nature rather than diminish it.

utmost affair. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most crucial item, despite it being the to the lowest degree obvious. Taking a bass breathing space, I began. With one groundwork on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my correct ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the same with my left wing. Then the same with my wrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in front line of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

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

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my musing again, watching at the young woman sunk a couplet of fingers into the ja and began to denigrate it on her eubstance - on my torso. On the insides of my thigh, on my ass impudence, on my hummock, and then, more daringly, on my snatch brim, between my nerve, my asshole, my clit and as much as I could push into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the magnetic pole, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a plosive to it. start, I put the tonality to my ankle manacle and the handlock on my left-hand wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my apprehension.

I took one distance of concatenation and fed it through the hoop at the base of the terminal before securing both ends on the ring of my handcuff, following suit on the other position, forcing my legs to broadcast a duo of ft apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the same with the cuff on my leftfield wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The right wrist would be dodgy, but it was important that I did it rectify so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd give myself peck of clip, and I'd taken the guard of setting the alarm on my headphone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a footling earlier, 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 ring on her cuff, and then through the one on the perch, the lock already hooked through the end liaison on one end. It took a queer sum of money of time, and she almost dropped it a pair of time, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would ingest effort, but she was confident that she'd left decent wriggle room to free herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a nasty little slut who wants to fuck firedog. And maybe gymnastic horse, the amended, blushing furiously at that access, even though there was no one to get a line her almost soundless whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but wait, anticipation and defeat 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 glance at her phone told her that a fiddling over a half 60 minutes had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

"XV more second,"she told herself,"and then…"

She felt a knife thrust of dashing hopes after half of that had gone by, followed by a jerking of terror as a soft jangle caught her tending, followed by the easy chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room to investigate. From where she stood, she couldn't see him, but she knew that, if he came all the way in, she'd be able to see his reflection.

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

I felt my stomach clench, followed by my kitty, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the interior of my compensate thigh. And then I felt his hot breathing space on the back of my second joint, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his natural language slipping out of his mouth and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my soma once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shivers of frenzied sexual desire up and down my spur and deep into my core.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to groan as he went after his goody in earnest. Apparently earthnut butter was the right option. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste and smell of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into cunt - not young woman, bitches - movement that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's beef the second base 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-bodied to think calmly, I might induce been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was think about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel in my snatch or my asshole. About how punishing I would cum and how often. About what would hap if he tried to go up 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 cock sinking feeling into my cunt as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a mariner hammer, his grayback swelling inside my golf hole, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to sense it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waist, his furry haunches pressed into my second joint and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls inside of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the image of the daughter chained between two alloy poles while being licked by a German Sam Shepard.

And then, I feel his tongue 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 maintain looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to 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 stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to land up it. All this clock time I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a patch to registrar that I was watching myself, not some smutty dog porn video.

"nooky,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my twat backtalk, and then again. I stated at my image, my legs spread, my munition bedcover, drool running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my pap bouncing, his snout between my legs, his tongue extending…

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

When I could see straight again, the ikon had shifted. This fourth dimension Loki was before me, his neb pushing into my pussy. All I could do was ascertain, encouraging him with more ‘ good boys'and ‘ make your bitch come'and whatever else came to mind. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo telecasting I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to acknowledge to anyone how a lot I wanted to be the star. Mostly because it was me, and it was really happening. And because, instead of being disgusted, I was turned on beyond de***********ion.

"Oh, god, yes, bonk your bitch with your tongue. realize me come, good doggie, mysterious, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the mirror, as I came again, his natural language brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to go on going. I was so intent on observation, that it took me several second, very longsighted moment during which I thought my heart would break open from my chest, to discover that Ilse's Quaker, orange red, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his glossa deep into my cunt, was standing to my left field, watching me with a enigmatic smile on her face.

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

"So nasty,"Loki's possessor said, shaking her oral sex."Letting my dog at your dirty little cunt. What a cruddy little whore."

I shook my mind, trying to explain myself but unable to get Sir Thomas More than a few Logos out before another climax hit me. I managed to take hold of at the Pole so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her Scripture 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 sure as shooting 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 people and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was honest-to-god than me by about ten age, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her haircloth loose, brunette waves spilling over her articulatio humeri, and she had killer peg. At award she was dressed casually in a doll and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a string of drivel leaking from my mouth and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several twinkling and then fell to the level.

"Good boy."

She was behind me now, petting the Shepard between the ear fondly, her middle on him, not on me.

"He's very well trained,"she said with a flabby chortle, lifting her eyes so that she could catch mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said null, staring at her reflection, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorting of commands."

I gasped as I felt her digit brushing against the buttock of my ass, than trailing along my hip bone, and along my wing as she moved in figurehead of me, bending slightly so that she could see 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 fountainhead 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 video of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the turnup, smearing peanut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

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

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

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

"stay. Good boy,"Scarlet told him, scratching between his ears before retrieving the pair of Pole with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a time, before me and screwing them into the storey like I'd done with the others so that they were various ft in straw man of me, even with the ace 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 cryptical within.

"Ever been fucked ?"

This clock time, I just shook my oral sex, 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 full-bodied, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a special treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlocked my wrists."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to comply, with her help.

"right wing hand first, please."

I held my redress hired hand up so that she could pull it towards the other magnetic pole, locking my manacle directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knees, bent over, my arms out in battlefront 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 smooth for her to pick up, my middle going wide as my imaging went into full gear. In this lieu, she could take me do either… lactate his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be able-bodied to stop her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my fault. It was out of my control…

"One Sir Thomas More thing, Livvy."She'd found a belt in the nigh. 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 cast-off irons from former through rings attached to it and then through the middle mob on the poles I'd Chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a salutary girl and stay right there for me. It'll break you fourth dimension to cerebrate about what's to come. Come, Loki. I'm going to convert 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 cunt dripping fluids onto the carpet, unable to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few fundament in forepart of me. I stared at the tag suspension from my leash, repeating her words softly.

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

I found myself crying, tears welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable need bring forth me into. It was just a illusion. I never meant for it to actually fall out, 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 second joint, my ass, pushing between my cheeks, and then, that electrifying minute when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that outset fourth dimension. I felt so unclean. It was the most tabu of taboo and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him lick me some more, desperate to follow again with his tongue pushed between my intumesce back talk, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his drool coating my thighs.

"Dog slut,"I told my reflection accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to allow it, but you want Sir Thomas More, don't you ?"

whacking my mouth, I closed my heart and took a deep breathing spell, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too tranquillity for even me to discover, 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 twenty minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his spike perking up when he saw me. orange red had changed into a comfy looking robe. Not a hazy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was blue and sheeny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The bottomland fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a glass of wine in one hand. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a little as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so skittish, I might possess too. Instead I simply did my best not to pant or moan or make any other strait that would abash me further, especially when she stopped in nominal head of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the scarlet tip protruding from his hirsute cocktail dress. His cock. I'd seen pictures, of course, but never up close and personal.

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

I swallowed, lifting my regard from his cock to Scarlet's facial expression, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked glad, his red hanging haphazardly over his blackamoor mouth. 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 commodity boy,"I managed, stumbling over the news a little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in presence 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,"vermilion said with a smirk, kneeling down in figurehead of me so that our faces were about even.

"You're not the initiatory girl Loki has service, Livvy, although it's been a spell since the conclusion one. I'm going to go get easy and ascertain the show. Like I said, he knows all sort of commands."

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a little mess on the sassing, but a porn principal osculation, clapper and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairwoman flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a good scene of me. Of us. I watched her lift her glass to her rim and take a small sip before setting it down on one second joint, fingers cupping the arena, 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 manifest delight in ‘ kissing'me. It was form of gross and kind of fun and… I found myself unexpectedly aroused by it.

"marijuana cigarette your tongue out, Livvy. buss him back."

I opened my back talk 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 malodour, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I could discover peanut butter and pussy as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. rear, slut,"scarlet repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at initiative, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him lick it, doing my best not to pull my point back when he got his spit in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my best, both to please her and to please Loki. It was probationary at initiative, but I started to actually call back of him as my lover. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty sure Scarlet was going to get him fuck me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his clapper while he licked mine, my mouth, my nerve, 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 spit along the edge. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the Pole that secured my articulatio radiocarpea to no service.

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

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's instruction 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 decimal point. Scarlet laughed when I let out a moan at that dim-witted contact lens.

"someone's turned on."

My only response was a stuttering moan as I felt his head pushing between my parted thighs and his eager hot breaths heating up my bitch. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my succus. ineffectual to help myself, I did my best to press myself back, closer, wanting to feel his clapper inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and medium button. In just a few minutes he had me on the verge of coming again. I could find the rut rushing through me, my impulse pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to scream in defeat as he obeyed the command almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a monolithic orgasm, ineffective to do anything to force myself over.

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

I turned my header towards her. She'd pulled unfold her robe, giving me a partial view of her tit. The pap I could see was as swell and slit as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her pegleg to reveal a nicely trimmed set ashore strip above her jolly pink pussy.

"While you're cooling down a little, you should watch out 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 she had. I should have been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even tempestuous. Or scared. Instead all I could sense 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 chance to registrar the words before he made a dead jump over my sura and stuck his headway under my suspended trunk, his tongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my difficult nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to throw him finish. 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 jump getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your nipple. Your mamilla. Your attender fiddling pussy. I don't think he'd break the skin, but I can't make any promises."

"shag fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the other side, pausing to hand my face a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my former nipple, driving me, again, closer and closer to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so fucking sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and your lover. I'm so sword lily you decided to descend over and play. Maybe, if you ask nicely, this could be a regular playdate. Would you like that ?"

Unable to speak, I shook my head teacher stubbornly. I wouldn't give her the gratification of knowing how practically I did require 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 still. I could have protested to my philia's cognitive content, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a thick sitting 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 show Loki how much you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

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

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a good look at his bright red cock as it extended five or six inches from his case, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder leaf blade, giving me a good up close view of his cock, which seemed to be growing boastful by the mo. I gripped the celestial pole, anchoring myself, fascinated by the raft.

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

It was kind of weird. The drumhead was sorting of flat with a sort of tip on it. early than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human turncock, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was conclude enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

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

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

I let out a easy whine as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his cock, my natural language acting over the Wyrd shaped tip, sucking my breather in as he pushed forward, forcing me to acquire about an in or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to pass between my pegleg and signature myself or maybe just jam my digit into my soaking wet pussy and bang myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my mouth, taking a lilliputian Sir Thomas More of it, using my tongue to fluff and tickle, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so dirty. He moved a piddling forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I didn't daring complain, though. Besides, my mouth was meddling. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouthpiece. I felt him nip a couple of sentence and it wasn't facial expression before I had saliva and precum dripping from the recess of my oral cavity.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a groan as he pushed himself of my spinal column, his hook scratch against my shoulder, scratching me.

"fucking,"I groaned in answer as he sat suddenly on his haunches, knife lolling out as his care went back and forth between me and Scarlet, wanting to obey his owner while eager to use me as his beef.

"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 oral fissure, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his top dog, and then she did the Lapplander to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to discontinue now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your finally chance to punt out, piddling dog slut."ew

Breathing heavily, I weighed my options. Maybe this was all a error. Would I regret it afterwards ? While she didn't say the words, I knew what would go on if we continued. She'd let him bed me. He'd stick his peter inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably tangle me and fill me with his cum and I'd have crossed a argumentation 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 accolade her offer, but because something inside me needed this to befall. 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 voice 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 front of me, and kissed me softly on the mouth, her clapper pushing past my mouth and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my tit and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to fuck me."

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

"Again, Livvy. William Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to fuck me, Scarlet. I want him to stick his cock in my cunt and use me like a gripe. I want to feel his knot and I want him to sate me up with his cum…"

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

"Loki. Mate."

My heart and soul skipped a round as I watched the wolf, the dog, Loki, push off his back leg and, tail wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted view of the mirror in front of me and of her, bare, her ramification spreadhead as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front line pegleg around my shank, holding tight as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting the back of my thigh and then my go away cheek, then my right.



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

A sense of big shame washed over me. pity 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 rich with a rejoicing barque. After that, it felt like a air hammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no gaze for my comfort, his cock swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a loud moan.

God, he was rough in, but it felt so good. A quickly glance to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own pussy, her legs now over the arms of the death chair so I could get a good expression at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the first time I'd ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his shaft into me without seeming to tired. I started to feel a orgasm coming on, the forcible sense experience as well as the fruition 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 Saame climax. I was too lost in cristal to tell. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls as he knotted me and I came a third time, tears leaking from my eye, my backtalk hanging subject, slabber running past my sass and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his knot grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. Close, so finish. I just needed something to push me over the edge. I felt his branch tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his come into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a warm jet and there was so much of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another splatter 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 stronger wave of rapture washed over me. She shot his consignment a third base time and then seemed to loose a little. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his knot locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped over me, turning away, his turncock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another speech sound. lenient applause as vermilion clapped her workforce slowly together.

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

I blushed hard, my face combustion as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my dogtooth buff who, for the moment, was subject to stand there, his mother fucker embedded in me…

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

"suspension my foreland, I just hung there, too spent to motivate, until scarlet took pity and released me from my bonds so that I could subside to the floor and lay on the soaked carpeting. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her touch sensation and with her words, calling me a commodity fille and dog fucker and a hussy and… I lost track after a piece.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure as shooting how to answer her. God, it had been beyond my hazardous dreams and, at the same prison term, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must induce felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able to leave this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time thing. Already I was thinking of the next time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While vermilion watched ? Or maybe schoolmarm would be there adjacent clock time ? And who else did she sleep with who had a dog. Or dogs.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and bask her touch as it grew ever Thomas More sensual and then intimate, her finger's breadth teasing me slowly towards another orgasm.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. puss. ”