Livvy 'S Dog Slovenly Woman Fantasy # 1 - Loki


Bdsm
It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at orange red's house. A pair of stout looking poles in one of the guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but that one time. They were about three feet high and place about 3 or 4 substructure apart, rising up from the floor in front of a with child mirror on the wall. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, curious, I'd gone in for a moment or two. I hadn't really thought too a lot 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 course, that's all it was. A phantasy. Something to tantalise 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 stop by and train 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 piddling after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a piddling 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 mean. At that minute, 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 selfless.

"Would you mind, kitten ?"

"Not at all,"I told her, practically purring at her use of the pet epithet. It wasn't a lie. I loved being able to do simple little job for her, even the most menial. It felt good and it kept me in her good graces as an append bonus.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could notice the scanty house key and how to plow off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend an hr or so with him ? He's very well-disposed and well behaved. She says he's usually pretty still in the good afternoon. making love you."

"Love you too, mistress,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that import to recall the terminal and, without meaning too, I began to shape a program that had nothing to do with what kept woman Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German language Shepard, had met me at the doorway, eager for fellowship. As my schoolmarm had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my outflank to act casual, my spirit was pounding in my chest so hard that I could palpate it against my ribs and I was a little breathless and a bit dizzy as I closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his ear, called him a unspoilt boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than than that, so we ended up going out back so I could throw a tennis lump for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a osculation on the nose ( which re-ignited my pump 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.

Time for me to put my plan into activeness, knowing that it was wild and that it might not ferment out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the risk. Fetching my packsack, I made my way to the room that I'd remembered. As usual, the threshold was closed securely. None of the former doors in the business firm were, only this one. I took a here and now to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the pole weren't. A shot of disappointment went through me as I walked over to support before the tall reflective device and made a grimace at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small spell 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 eff something into the story.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the solitary affair in the way. On the wall behind it hung a good size flat silver screen tv. A minuscule desk was against the wall to the right hand, facing a windowpane to the back yard, so that it was the kickoff thing nigh people saw when entering the way, and against the paired wall were a pair of plush looking chairs to either side of sliding doors - presumably, a cupboard. If they were in here, they'd be in there. first, though, I closed the blinds, making indisputable that no one could see in. The slats created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to turn the light on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet, fingers crossed that what I was looking for would be inside…

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

I'd come over in a pair of shorts, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my sneak by the backrest doorway, it didn't take me long to pour forth everything, including my bra and my panties ( which were embarrassingly damp at this point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in expectation ). I folded them all, taking my time, edging myself, in a way, with the prediction of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the intuitive feeling of being naked in someone's menage I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was cheeseparing to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, mistress had said. quite a little of time. Going back to the closet, I examined the poles. There were, in all, three sets, all about four feet tall. Curious, I took a closer look. One set had slot running up each pole, with a couple of metallic ring set into it. kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a track, where you could move the ringing up and down the annulus up and down the entire distance of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a restore ring at the arse of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered seeing that night. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was sang-froid to the cutaneous senses and polished so that I could see my hazy observation in it, my mamilla rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breathing place. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even piddle myself come, but I resisted. There's plenty of time for that later, I told myself.

The tierce was much the Saami, only it had a third base set of rings at about the center. I toyed with the idea of using the one with the mobile fastening, 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 attempt to get it right - the showtime fourth dimension, 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 pole, legs spread blanket as I observed my reflection in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the alloy with my juices, letting out a niggling groan as I started to get out of mastery as I tried to concentrate on the lewd image in the looking glass. shtup, I felt so aphrodisiacal. 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 level, tossed the cushion to one side and took a stern on the wood surface. Closing my eye, I did my outflank to tranquilize myself a little, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would hold been hard to explicate if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. flock of time, but now I was too eager to get started not to festinate myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and hospital attendant style. A duet for my wrist and one for my ankle joint. They were leather. A pair of flatware buckles would guarantee them. A single metal tintinnabulation was on the opponent face so that you could stop up 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 bind, presumably, a leash. It was and existent dog pinch, purchased at a pet stock. 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 fantasies - Livvy. And, on the early side, I'd etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on rightfield now. I was afraid that, if I didn't, I'd talk myself out of this. It would start the transformation. My finger's breadth were a trivial shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a minute, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my teat where arduous and I could see the effulgence of my slit juices on the inside of my thighs. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not tinge myself. It was hard. Almost out of the question, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue unpacking.

Next came four shortsighted distance of range 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 little sick for a moment so I took a present moment to simply close my eyes and try to slack my breathing. I could feel heating spreading all over my consistency, hotness and arousal - it was almost enough to eclipse the fear and the ignominy that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.

A garb came following. I guess you could call it a cocktail attire. It was black and made of trend material. Had I worn in in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly curtly. Standing up it would cover my puss and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from sliding down. I would punctuate my promiscuous nature rather than diminish it.

Last matter. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most of import token, despite it being the to the lowest degree obvious. Taking a recondite hint, I began. With one substructure on the desk, I wrapped a handcuff around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the like with my left. Then the same with my wrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my clothes on and, once again, admired myself in front of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A trollop.

"A dog adulteress,"I whispered, licking my back talk with expectancy for what I hoped would fall out.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching at the girl sunk a pair of fingerbreadth into the ja and began to smear it on her dead body - on my torso. On the inside of my thighs, on my ass cheeks, on my mound, and then, more daringly, on my pussy rim, between my brass, my asshole, my clit and as practically as I could drive into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the poles, trancelike. It really did experience like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a plosive consonant to it. starting time, I put the keys to my ankle joint manacle and the cuff on my leave behind carpus on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one duration of chain and fed it through the anchor ring at the base of the celestial pole before securing both terminal on the annulus of my handcuff, following suit on the early incline, forcing my legs to broadcast 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 pack at the top of the pole.

The right wrist would be slick, 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 alarum on my telephone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a piffling earlier, I would be long gone by the meter she got home, with no estimate what had transpired here.

Carefully, she slipped the Ernst Boris Chain through the ring on her cuff, and then through the one on the magnetic pole, the lock already hooked through the end data link on one end. It took a frustrating measure of time, and she almost dropped it a couple of fourth dimension, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would remove crusade, but she was surefooted that she'd left plenty wriggle room to free herself when the timer went off.

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

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

After that, there was nix to do but wait, anticipation 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 earpiece told her that a little over a half time of day had gone by since she'd chained herself to the poles.

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

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

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

I felt my stomach clasp, followed by my pussy, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the inside of my good thigh. And then I felt his hot breath on the backbone of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his knife slipping out of his rima oris and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my build once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent frisson of frantic intimate desire up and down my spine and recondite into my Congress of Racial Equality.

"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 cunt, or maybe he just into squawk - not girls, beef - effort that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog hussy to Loki's holler the second his tongue slid up the inside of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able to recall calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was imagine about him licking me, about how his tongue would palpate in my cunt or my asshole. About how firmly 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 finger his pecker sinking feeling into my puss as he claimed me, find him fucking me a like a jack hammer, his burl swelling inside my trap, locking us together just before he floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to feel it leaking slowly out of me as he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waistline, 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 figure of the female child chained between two alloy poles while being licked by a German Shepard.

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass cheek, finding to a greater extent of the yummy dainty, and I start to didder 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 save 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 mother fucker, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should lay off. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to finish it. All this time I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a patch to registrar that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog porn video.

"nooky,"I gasped, feeling his knife brushing against my cunt lips, and then again. I stated at my image, my legs spread, my sleeve spread, drool running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching mammilla swollen, my tits bouncing, his schnoz between my branch, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This prison term I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an orgasm wracking through my physical structure. I caught sight of myself briefly, bent over as often as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my kitty, between my intumescent lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This metre Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my snatch. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ good boy'and ‘ make your bitch arrive'and whatever else came to mind. It was so often nasty than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in hole-and-corner, embarrassed to let in to anyone how much I wanted to be the lead. 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, make out your beef with your tongue. Make me issue forth, well barker, rich, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, ineffectual to tear my optic away from the mirror, as I came again, his tongue brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to observe going. I was so absorbed on watching, that it took me several moments, very long moment during which I thought my nerve would burst from my chest, to notice that Ilse's champion, scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his clapper deep into my cunt, was standing to my leftfield, watching me with a oracular smile on her face.

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

"So foul,"Loki's owner said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your lousy little snatch. What a nasty little whore."

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

"Ilse let me sleep with you'd be dropping by. We both had our distrust, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was surely 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 prissy jape, one that sent shivered up and down my spinal column. rich people and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was onetime than me by about ten years, but she didn't flavour it. She was slender and fit, and wore her whisker liberal, brunette waves spilling over her shoulder joint, and she had killer legs. At present she was dressed casually in a skirt and a blouse.

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

"Good boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a soft chuckle, lifting her centre so that she could catch mine in the bulwark distance 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 finger brushing against the cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip bone, and along my flank as she moved in front 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 voice shaking as she turned it over, shaking her drumhead as she read the in***********ion on the early 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 cuffs, smearing peanut vine 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 satisfy her gaze.

"I'm going to watch as this plays out, although I think I'm going to build some change before I let Loki relish himself some more."

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

"halt. goodness boy,"vermilion told him, scratching between his ears before retrieving the dyad of celestial pole with only two rings.

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a clock time, 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 orange red's intermission, rising again deep within.

"Ever been fucked ?"

This prison term, I just stir my foreland, and then, very softly made my confession."Until now, I'd never… done anything with… a dog. It was all just a fantasy. I just… I had to know…"

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

"Then this will be a special treat."

She found the tonality for the padlocks and unbarred my wrists."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my respectable to comply, with her helper.

"Right helping hand first, please."

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

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knee joint, bent over, my weapon system out in social movement 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.

"nookie,"I breathed, too quiet for her to hear, my middle going widely as my imagination went into wide gear mechanism. In this billet, she could score 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 shift. It was out of my control…

"One more affair, Livvy."She'd found a rap in the close. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the award.

"Sir Thomas More for feel than anything else."

She buckled it around my waist, looping the cast-off irons from originally through hoop attached to it and then through the middle rings on the poles I'd chosen and then snapping them shut.

"You be a expert girl and detain right there for me. It'll give you meter to think about what's to come. seed, Loki. I'm going to change and get myself something to eat. Don't concern. I'll be back shortly."

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

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

I found myself crying, tears welling up in my center. What had I done ? What had my unsatiable motivation start out me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so secure. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His rough tongue travel over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my face, and then, that electrifying bit when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first time. I felt so sordid. 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 lick me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my well lips, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thighs.

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

licking my sass, I closed my eyes and took a abstruse breath, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too quiet for even me to hear, but the solvent discharge as daytime in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how farsighted she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more like XV or 20 minutes at nigh. When she returned, Loki was at her English, his pinna perking up when he saw me. vermilion had changed into a prosperous looking robe. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might break before going to bed. It was blue and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a shabu of wine in one hand. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a slight as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so nervous, I might deliver too. Instead I simply did my best not to pant or moan or make any other phone that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in front man of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eyes drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His turncock. I'd seen pictures, 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 footling slit. Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his shaft to scarlet's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's back talk. He looked happy, his red suspension haphazardly over his black lip. 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 undecomposed boy,"I managed, stumbling over the Word of God a small."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front end of her, at least, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your tongue on my pussy and making me come…"

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

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

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a little peck on the lips, but a porn star kiss, spit and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking the loo, pulling it out so she'd have a good sentiment of me. Of us. I watched her raising her Methedrine to her lip and take a minuscule sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingers cupping the bowl, her expression, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

"Stick your lingua out, Livvy. buss him back."

I opened my mouth to object, which he took as an invitation to put his spit 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 goober butter and puss as he kissed me.

"Kiss. Him. cover, slut,"vermilion repeated, making it level-headed like an edict. I obeyed, hesitantly at initiative, simply sticking my spit out and letting him lick it, doing my honorable not to deplume my head back when he got his tongue in my mouth.

"French him, Livvy. He's not just some ramble dog. He's your devotee for the even, 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 please Loki. It was tentative at offset, but I started to actually think of him as my devotee. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me amount earlier and I was pretty trusted scarlet was going to throw him have sex me before the even was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my mouth, my cheeks, and chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to fall back myself a picayune, feeling my nipple hardening both due to expectation 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 oculus and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her tongue along the edge. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the terminal that secured my articulatio radiocarpea to no service.

By the meter she gave the succeeding dictation, my expression was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

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

"someone's turned on."

My only response was a bumble moan as I felt his point pushing between my start thighs and his aegir hot breather heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. ineffectual to help myself, I did my Charles Herbert Best to advertise myself back, finisher, wanting to sense his tongue inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen and spiritualist clit. In just a few minutes he had me on the scepter of coming again. I could find the heating rushing through me, my impulse hammer as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to scream in frustration as he obeyed the program line almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a massive sexual climax, unable to do anything to advertize myself over.

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

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled spread out her robe, giving me a partial perspective of her tits. The nipple I could see was as puff up and kitty as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to reveal a nicely trimmed landing comic strip above her reasonably pink kitty-cat.

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

She picked up her sound and played with it until the screen behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the images it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the perch. 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 crave 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 prospect to registrar the words before he made a short leap over my calf and stuck his caput under my suspended eubstance, his tongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a patch brushing my pap and then concentrating on my severely nub until I began to worm helplessly, begging him to terminate, her to make him stop over. He nipped my breast with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to stick around still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll start getting rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your tits. Your nipples. Your ship's boat little kitty-cat. I don't think he'd break the skin, but I can't make any promises."

"screwing fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a respite, and trotted to the other side, pausing to give my case a biff. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my early pap, driving me, again, closer and closemouthed to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so fucking sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and your lover. I'm so glad you decided to come 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 much I did require that. At least right now I did.

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

Again, I was dumb. I could have protested to my ticker's mental object, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a thick induct phantasy. 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 depict Loki how much you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few arcminute to work out the new instruction. In fact, it took some prompting on orange red's part 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 estimable look at his bright red stopcock as it extended five or six inches from his sheath, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his mitt on my berm brand, giving me a secure up close view of his cock, which seemed to be growing freehanded by the second. I gripped the Pole, anchoring myself, fascinated by the deal.

Scarlet replied with a loud chuckle, and no more, while Loki let out what I hoped was a playful growl as he started to take the air his paws slowly forward, seeming to know what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first off really good up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was kind of weird. The head was sort of flat with a sort of tip on it. Other than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human stopcock, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was come together enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

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

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

I let out a piano whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his tool, my spit playing over the Wyrd shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an in or so of it in my oral fissure. God, I wanted badly to reach between my stage and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingerbreadth into my soaking wet pussy and roll in the hay myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his prick with my lip, taking a little more of it, using my lingua to tease and tickle, since, by the auditory sensation he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so sordid. I was so dirty. He moved a minuscule forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my sass was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouth. I felt him nip a couplet of times and it wasn't smell before I had saliva and precum dripping from the box of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

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

"Fuck,"I groaned in answer as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his attending went back and Forth River between me and orange red, wanting to obey his owner while eager to use me as his bitch.

"Enjoy yourself, slut ?"she asked, startling me. I hadn't noticed her standing, so engrossed in what I had been doing to Loki, taking his stopcock in my mouth, 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 finis chance to punt out, niggling 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 fuck me. He'd stick his cock inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably knot me and fulfil me with his cum and I'd have crossed a line I could never re-cross. I'd have fucked a dog. Willingly, since she was giving me a choice. I could say no. She was offering me that chance. I could, but then, again, I couldn't, not because she wouldn't honour her offer, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something deep inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

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

"What is it that you want, Livvy. William 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 natural language pushing past my mouth and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my titmouse and teased my mamilla with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to have a go at it me."

It was barely a whispering, but it was loud enough for her to listen.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

Swallowing, I looked over at her dog. He was staring at me too, an eager face on his look as he panted softly and cocked his head 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 bitch. I want to feel his knot and I want him to satisfy 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 round as I watched the animate being, the dog, Loki, thrust off his back legs and, tail wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet went back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted panorama of the mirror in social movement of me and of her, raw, her pegleg feast as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front branch around my waist, holding tight as we began to hurtle himself. I felt his cock hitting the cover of my thigh and then my left face, then my right.



"His aim is not always perfect. You probably don't want him in your ass. At to the lowest degree not the 1st metre. Guess we'll see what happens."

A mother wit of great shame washed over me. Shame and chagrin 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 deep with a triumphant bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my ass as he started pounding me with no attentiveness for my comfort, his turncock swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a gimcrack groan.

God, he was rough, but it felt so good. A quick glance to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own pussy, her pegleg now over the arms of the death chair so I could get a skillful look 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 rooster into me without seeming to tired. I started to feel a orgasm coming on, the physical sentience as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner watched was too often. I shook violently before letting out a rasping cry, coming hard while he kept fucking me. And then, I came again, or maybe it was all the same orgasm. I was too lost in raptus to recite. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my paries as he knotted me and I came a third clip, tears leaking from my eye, my sass hanging open air, drool running past my lip 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. stopping point, so penny-pinching. 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 seed into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a fond jet and there was so much of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another splashing of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the bound.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my torso overloaded with vivid joy as an even strong wave of X washed over me. She shot his lading a third time and then seemed to unbend a petty. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his knot locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he form of stepped over me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another strait. gentle applause as Scarlet clapped her hands slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. gladiola I was able to record the stallion thing."

I blushed hard, my face burning as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine devotee who, for the minute, was contentedness to stand there, his incision embedded in me…

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

"dangling my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until Scarlet took pity and released me from my bonds so that I could lapse to the level and lay on the soaked rug. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her spot and with her password, calling me a salutary daughter and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost track after a while.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't indisputable how to resolve her. God, it had been beyond my barbarian dreams and, at the same time, I wished it had never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must have felt when she'd opened up the box. I didn't think I'd be able to forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one clock time thing. Already I was thinking of the side by side fourth dimension, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While Scarlet watched ? Or maybe Mistress would be there next time ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or blackguard.

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

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

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”
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