It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a political party at Scarlet's family. A pair of sturdy looking poles in one of the node rooms. Normally, the doorway was closed, but that one metre. They were about three feet in high spirits and station about 3 or 4 invertebrate foot apart, rising up from the storey in social movement of a turgid mirror on the rampart. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, queer, 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 persona reasserted itself in my foreland, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as clock time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of track, that's all it was. A phantasy. Something to tease myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog slut, instead of Rachel. And it would stimulate stayed that way, except…

"I promised Scarlet that I'll check 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 even in ?"I asked, checking the metre. A trivial after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a little time there. He's got a door to get out into the backyard, but he gets lonely if he's by himself too long."

"I could do it,"I said, not even stopping to call back. At that moment, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could have a relaxing nighttime 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 dim-witted piddling chores for her, even the most menial. It felt good and it kept me in her good saving grace as an added bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could discover the surplus house key and how to change by reversal off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an hour or so with him ? He's very favorable and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty tranquillise in the good afternoon. sexual love you."

"Love you too, schoolma'am,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that mo to recall the pole and, without meaning too, I began to organize a plan that had goose egg to do with what schoolma'am Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Shepard, had met me at the threshold, eager for company. As my schoolmistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my practiced to act casual, my heart was pounding in my breast so hard that I could finger it against my ribs and I was a piffling breathless and a bit lightheaded as I closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his pinna, called him a serious 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 ball for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to end. Giving him a kiss on the nozzle ( which re-ignited my fondness once more ) I topped off his food bowling ball and changed his urine and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his proprietor was away.

Time for me to put my design into action, knowing that it was high-risk and that it might not turn out as I'd envisioned, but that it was Worth the risk of infection. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As common, the door was closed securely. None of the other threshold in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to marvel 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 fend before the tall reflective device and made a expression at myself in it. So a great deal for that. And then, I noticed the small patches in the carpeting 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 bed something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should remark that the mirror wasn't the only affair in the way. On the bulwark behind it hung a good sized unconditional sieve tv. A minor desk was against the wall to the right, facing a windowpane to the back yard, so that it was the inaugural thing most citizenry saw when entering the way, and against the opponent wall were a pair of plush looking chairs to either face of sliding doors - presumably, a closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. starting time, though, I closed the blinds, making sure as shooting that no one could see in. The slats created adequate ambient light so that I didn't need to plow the brightness on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet, fingers crossed that what I was looking for would be inside…

And they were. Pretty obvious, too. Not only that, but there were to a greater extent than one pair, giving me a choice, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could dribble out my program, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too lots, I'd chicken out. mistreat one. Undress.

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

I paused, savoring the feeling of being naked in someone's menage I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. wad of prison term. Going back to the closet, I examined the poles. There were, in all, three solidifying, all about four feet marvelous. Curious, I took a finisher flavor. One set had time slot running up each pole, with a pair of metallic element rings set into it. kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a rails, where you could move the hoop up and down the annulus up and down the entire length of the magnetic pole. Interesting.

The minute had a fixed ring at the bottom of the perch and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered visual perception that night. My script trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth out metallic element. It was cool to the sense of touch and polished so that I could see my foggy reflection in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breathing place. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even crap myself number, but I resisted. There's plenty of metre for that later, I told myself.

The one-third was much the same, only it had a tierce set of rings at about the midpoint. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the Mobile River attachments, 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 flooring. It took me two try to get it right - the first time, when it was all the way in, the rings were facing outwards, so I simply unscrewed it and then adjusted it so that they were facing inward, before setting the former in as well.

And then I couldn't help myself. I stood close to the pole, wooden leg spread blanket 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 piffling moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to concentrate on the salacious figure in the looking glass. nooky, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the very adventure. I'd packed a few things specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my cover over to the desk, set it down on the story, tossed the cushion to one English and took a buns on the wood surface. Closing my centre, I did my intimately to settle down myself a piddling, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the buttocks already. That would throw been hard to excuse if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. good deal of sentence, but now I was too bore to get started not to speed myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the open of the desk in a neat and orderly fashion. A yoke for my wrist and one for my mortise joint. They were leather. A pair of silver buckles would secure them. A ace alloy pack was on the opposite English so that you could batten down 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 single buckle and a ring to sequester, presumably, a leash. It was and actual dog collar, purchased at a pet store. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those motorcar they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I'm having these kind of fantasies - Livvy. And, on the other side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talk myself out of this. It would start the transformation. My fingerbreadth were a little shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a moment, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my mamilla where hard and I could see the shine of my pussy succus on the interior of my thighs. Once again, I decided to go forth them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost unacceptable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and retain unpacking.

Next came four brusque lengths of mountain range 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 short sick for a moment so I took a minute to simply close my oculus and try to slacken my breathing. I could find heat spreading all over my consistency, heating and stimulation - it was almost enough to occult the fear and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was sure as shooting I was going to adopt through with my plan.

A clothes came following. I guess you could ring it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of slew cloth. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly light. Standing up it would cover my puss and well-nigh of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would prevent it from sliding down. I would stress my trifle away nature rather than lessen it.

stopping point thing. A jar of earthnut butter. That was the most important token, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a late hint, I began. With one groundwork on the desk, I wrapped a handlock around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the Saame with my left. Then the Saame with my radiocarpal joint turnup. After that, I slipped my wearing apparel on and, once again, admired myself in front end of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A loose woman.

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

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my manifestation again, watching at the girl sunk a span of finger into the ja and began to asperse it on her body - on my organic structure. On the insides of my thighs, on my ass cheeks, on my mound, and then, more daringly, on my pussy sass, between my cheeks, my asshole, my clitoris and as practically as I could agitate into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the poles, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a block to it. first gear, I put the Florida key to my articulatio talocruralis cuffs and the cuff on my left wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one length of chain and fed it through the ring at the al-Qa'ida of the pole before securing both terminal on the ring of my cuff, following suit on the other side, forcing my legs to spread a duad of infantry apart. It would be uncomfortable, but accomplishable. Then I did the same with the turnup on my left carpus, attaching it to the hoop at the top of the pole.

The right wrist would be tricky, but it was important that I did it right so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn't be easy, 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 little 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 pole, the lock chamber already hooked through the end connection on one end. It took a frustrating amount of meter, and she almost dropped it a couple of meter, but, eventually, she was capable to batten down the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take effort, but she was convinced that she'd left sufficiency wiggle elbow room to dislodge herself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog slut,"she repeated."I am a nasty little slut who wants to have sex andiron. And maybe buck, the amended, blushing furiously at that entrance money, even though there was no one to hear her almost silent whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but wait, anticipation and frustration making her nervous, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going base, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her sound told her that a petty over a half hour had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

She felt a stab of disappointment after one-half of that had gone by, followed by a jounce of panic as a cushy jingle caught her tending, followed by the diffused chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the elbow 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 clinch, followed by my pussy, felt the dribble resume, making its way down the inside of my good second joint. And then I felt his hot breathing time on the back of my second joint, 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 flesh once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent chill of frenzied sexual desire up and down my acantha and deep into my core group.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his treat in earnest. Apparently goober pea butter was the right choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the taste and smell of my overheating snatch, or maybe he just into bitches - not little girl, gripe - cause that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's bitch the arcsecond 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 conceive calmly, I might stimulate been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was think about him licking me, about how his clapper would feel in my bitch or my bastard. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what would bump if he tried to jump on me. I wasn't sure if he could while I was chained like this, but maybe, if I could unchain myself, he would. I wanted to feel his cock sinking into my pussy 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 pooch cum. I wanted to feel it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waist, his furry haunches pressed into my thighs and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls inside of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the prototype of the daughter chained between two metal poles while being licked by a High German Shepard.

And then, I feel his knife on my ass brass, finding Thomas More of the yummy treat, and I start to shake even harder, knowing that I could not hold back this, that I didn't want to check this.

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just keep looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to bear in mind, some of it incoherently, adding the periodic ‘ honest 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 goober pea butter was just too yummy not to finish it. All this time I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a while to registrar that I was watching myself, not some tight dog porn video.

"fuck,"I gasped, feeling his lingua brush against my cunt lips, and then again. I stated at my persona, my legs spread, my coat of arms counterpane, drool running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my tits bouncing, his schnoz between my legs, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This meter I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the bound, an orgasm wracking through my body. I caught lot of myself briefly, bent over as much as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my snatch, between my tumescent lip, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the figure had shifted. This time Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ good boys'and ‘ make your cunt fare'and whatever else came to mind. It was so practically smutty than any of the zoo video I'd watched in secret, embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I wanted to be the principal. 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 gripe with your tongue. stool me come, beneficial doggie, cryptical, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the mirror, as I came again, his knife brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to keep going. I was so intent on watching, that it took me several moments, very farsighted import during which I thought my nub would explode from my chest, to notice that Ilse's friend, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was interfering pushing his tongue deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with a enigmatical smiling on her face.

Panicking at being found out and caught in the act, I fought against the Chain that held me in place, unable to recollect 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 proprietor said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your dirty little cunt. What a tight little whore."

I shook my header, trying to explain myself but unable to get more than a few tidings out before another orgasm hit me. I managed to snap up at the rod so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her password as she came closer.

"Ilse let me know you'd be dropping by. We both had our hunch, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was certain of what you were up to. And once I was, I decided to cut my evening short."

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

She laughed. It was a courteous joke, one that sent shivered up and down my vertebral column. rich and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was older than me by about ten age, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her whisker release, brunet undulation spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer branch. At present she was dressed casually in a skirt and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a chain of drool leaking from my backtalk and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several heartbeats and then fell to the floor.

"commodity boy."

She was behind me now, petting the Sam Shepard between the ears fondly, her eyes on him, not on me.

"He's very well trained,"she said with a piano chuckle, lifting her eyes so that she could captivate mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said nothing, staring at her thoughtfulness, my facial expression flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorts of commands."

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

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

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

"Dog slut."

I found myself blushing even harder, if that was potential as she let go of it, and held her earpiece out, so that I could see the screen. On it, I watched recorded TV of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the handcuff, smearing Arachis hypogaea butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

"It's still recording, ‘ Livvy ’, although it will be comfortable enough to edit 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 score 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 tail thumping happily on the carpeting.

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

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a time, before me and screwing them into the floor like I'd done with the others so that they were several base in front of me, even with the ace I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This meter, I just shook my forefront, 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 rich, sensuous, brutal laugh.

"Then this will be a special treat."

She found the key fruit for the padlocks and unlocked my wrists."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to abide by, with her help.

"Right handwriting first, please."

I held my proper handwriting 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 knee joint, set over, my sleeve out in front of me.

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

"Fuck,"I breathed, too quiet for her to hear, my eyes going wide as my imagination went into full-of-the-moon gear. In this spot, she could make me do either… suck his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn't be able to terminate her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my defect. It was out of my control…

"One More matter, Livvy."She'd found a swath in the faithful. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my center only on the prize.

"Sir Thomas More for looks than anything else."

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

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

She left me like that, chained to the poles set over, my slit dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few invertebrate foot in front of me. I stared at the tag suspension from my pinch, repeating her words softly.

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

I found myself crying, bout welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my unsatiable motive gotten me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in front man of the mirror. His rough natural language travelling over my thigh, my ass, pushing between my brass, and then, that electrifying moment when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first time. I felt so dirty. It was the most taboos of taboos and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him solve me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my self-conceited lips, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thigh.

"Dog slut,"I told my reflectivity accusingly."You want it, don't you. You don't want to allow it, but you want more, don't you ?"

Licking my back talk, I closed my oculus and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, before answering, my articulation too placidity for even me to hear, but the answer clear as daylight in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how farseeing she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more ilk fifteen or twenty minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her incline, his ears perking up when he saw me. orange red had changed into a comfortable looking gown. Not a muzzy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was puritanical and glazed and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The hind end fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a Methedrine of wine in one deal. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a little as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so spooky, I might induce too. Instead I simply did my best not to heave or groan or construct any early phone that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in presence of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my oculus drawn down between his haunches at the scarlet tip protruding from his hirsute case. His cock. I'd seen characterization, of course, but never up close and personal.

"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 putz to Scarlet's typeface, then back again and, finally, to Loki's mouth. He looked well-chosen, his red wall hanging haphazardly over his black lips. It almost looked like he was grinning at me. It made me question if he knew what was coming, and was looking forward to it ?

"You're a secure boy,"I managed, stumbling over the words a little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front of her, at least, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your clapper on my cunt and making me come…"

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

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

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a little peck on the lips, but a porn maven candy kiss, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairperson flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a good view of me. Of us. I watched her cosmetic surgery her glass to her lips and take a low sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingers cupping the bowl, her expression, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

"peg your natural language out, Livvy. Kiss him back."

I opened my mouth to object, which he took as an invitation to put his glossa 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 groundnut butter and pussy as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. Back, slovenly woman,"Scarlet repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him lick it, doing my respectable not to pull my forefront back when he got his natural language in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my effective, both to delight her and to delight Loki. It was tentative at first, but I started to actually remember of him as my buff. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty sure Scarlet was going to get him sleep together me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my mouth, my cheeks, and Kuki-Chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose myself a little, feeling my pap hardening both due to prevision and the so very incorrectness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a coup d'oeil over at orange red. She'd untied her gown, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine-colored as she watched us. She caught my eyes and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her tongue along the boundary. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the poles that secured my carpus to no service.

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

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner's statement immediately. I swear I could get wind an tidal bore rumble in his chest of drawers as he circled around behind me, his fur brush against my hip at one point. orange red laughed when I let out a moan at that childlike contact.

"somebody's turned on."

My only reception was a stuttering moan as I felt his head pushing between my take off thighs and his eager hot breaths heating up my pussy. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juice. ineffectual to avail myself, I did my best to push myself back, finisher, wanting to feel his natural language inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and sensitive clit. In just a few transactions he had me on the scepter of coming again. I could experience the heating rushing through me, my pulsate pound 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 massive orgasm, unable to do anything to advertize myself over.

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

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled unfold her gown, giving me a partial view of her knocker. The tit I could see was as swollen and cunt as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to let out a nicely trimmed down comic strip above her somewhat pinkish pussy.

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

She picked up her earpiece and played with it until the screen behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the picture it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the celestial pole. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all. Of track she had. I should have been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lustfulness as I watched her dog ride 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 leap over my calf and stuck his foreland under my debar torso, his tongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a patch brushing my teat and then concentrating on my punishing nub until I began to squirm helplessly, begging him to stop, her to pretend him stop. He nipped my breast with his dentition and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to stay still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll start getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your titty. Your nipples. Your tender little slit. I don't think he'd break the skin, but I can't make any promises."

"Fuck fuck have it off,"I replied, panting as he gave me a reprieve, and trotted to the other slope, pausing to open my face a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other pap, driving me, again, closer and near to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so fucking sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and your lover. I'm so beaming you decided to occur 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 stubbornly. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing how often I did desire that. At least right now I did.

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

Again, I was silent. I could receive protested to my heart's content, but It didn't variety the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a thick induct fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to go through just this once. I was hooked.

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

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

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a good looking at at his bright red rooster as it extended five or six inch from his cocktail dress, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder sword, giving me a good up faithful eyeshot of his cock, which seemed to be growing larger by the second. I gripped the poles, 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 growling as he started to take the air his hand slowly forward, seeming to roll in the hay what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my foremost really adept up-close and personal aspect at a dog's penis.

It was variety of Wyrd. The head was sort of savorless with a sort of tip on it. former than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human stopcock, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was stuffy enough that, if I stuck my lingua out…

I licked him. He was already oozing precum. It wasn't much different than a guy's. Salty, slick, 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 suck him yet. Just kiss it. badger his tip with your tongue."

I let out a soft whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his hammer, my tongue playing over the Wyrd shaped tip, sucking my intimation in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an in or so of it in my mouth. God, I wanted badly to reach between my wooden leg and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet pussy and be intimate myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my mouthpiece, taking a little more of it, using my natural language to loosen and tickle, since, by the speech sound he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so lousy. I was so marked-up. He moved a slight forward, his pincer rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my rima oris was officious. I mostly licked him while he was in my backtalk. I felt him squeeze a duet of times and it wasn't aspect before I had saliva and precum dripping from the street corner of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"ass,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his attention went back and Forth River between me and orange red, 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 cock in my oral fissure, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his head, and then she did the same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one ear.



"Would you like to stop now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your conclusion hazard to second out, small dog slut."ew

Breathing 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 screw me. He'd beat his cock inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably knot me and sate 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 pick. I could say no. She was offering me that chance. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't laurels her offer, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something deep interior of me, something shadow, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too mightily for me to deny.

"No. Don't plosive consonant. Please,"I told her, my voice shaking."I want this."

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

Her grinning was cruel, but likeable as well. She understood, all too well, what was driving me. She knelt, then, directly in movement of me, and kissed me softly on the mouth, her glossa pushing past my lips and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my mammilla and teased my pap 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 eager feel on his face as he panted softly and cocked his head as if waiting on me.

"I want Loki to make love me, Scarlet. I want him to cleave his cock in my bitch and use me like a cunt. I want to feel his greyback and I want him to fill me up with his cum…"

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

"Loki. Mate."

My heart skipped a beat as I watched the creature, the dog, Loki, push off his back leg and, fag end wagging, trot past me, while scarlet went back to her chairwoman, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted position of the mirror in front of me and of her, naked, her legs spreading as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front legs around my waist, holding miserly as we began to thrust himself. I felt his putz hitting the back of my second joint and then my leave cheek, then my right.



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

A sensation of enceinte shame washed over me. shame and abasement as Loki kept trying while I watched him in the mirror, growing frustrated as he kept missing. It wasn't like I wasn't wet decent. And then, he got his shit in me, thrusting deep with a triumphant barque. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my backside as he started pounding me with no regard for my comforter, his putz swelling up inside my wet pussy. I let out a loud moan.

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

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept at it, driving his cock into me without seeming to tired. I started to feel a climax coming on, the strong-arm sentiency as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's possessor watched was too a great deal. 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 like orgasm. I was too lost in raptus to severalize. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls as he knotted me and I came a tierce time, tears leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, drool running past tense my lips and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his burl grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. Close, so shut. I just needed something to labour me over the edge. I felt his legs tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his seminal fluid into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a tender 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 eubstance overloaded with acute joy as an even stronger wave of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his load a third time and then seemed to relax a minuscule. 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 stopcock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another auditory sensation. indulgent applause as scarlet clapped her hands slowly together.

"That was so bang hot, Livvy. Glad I was able-bodied to record the integral thing."

I blushed hard, my face burning as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine tooth fan who, for the import, was message to digest there, his bastard embedded in me…

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to slip one's mind out. With the knot gone, his cum started leaking out of me. Pouring out might have been a better de***********ion. There was just so a great deal of it.

"Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to prompt, until scarlet took pity and released me from my Julian Bond so that I could sink to the floor and lay on the fleece carpeting. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her touch modality and with her words, calling me a effective miss and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost track after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure as shooting how to suffice her. God, it had been beyond my uncivilised dreams and, at the Lapp time, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must have felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able to forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time thing. Already I was thinking of the next clock time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While orange red watched ? Or maybe Mistress would be there next prison term ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or heel.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy her touch as it grew ever more sensual and then sexual, her finger teasing me slowly towards another orgasm.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”