It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at orange red's household. A pair of sturdy looking celestial pole in one of the Edgar Guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but not that one clip. They were about three ft luxuriously and property about 3 or 4 fundament apart, rising up from the base in front of a large mirror on the wall. 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 at first, but every once in a piece, the image reasserted itself in my top dog, 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 tease myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog slut, instead of Olivia. And it would have stayed that way, except…

"I promised Scarlet that I'd stop by and checker on Loki - her dog. She's gone all day and she asked If I'd mind."

"Weren't you and Mitch having an eventide in ?"I asked, checking the clock time. A little after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can drop 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 think. At that moment, it was all about helping out my best protagonist so that she could give 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, O ?"

"Not at all,"I told her truthfully, my thoughts immediately focusing on the mysterious client room.

"I owe you."She described to me where I could find out the spare sign of the zodiac key and how to twist off the warning signal."She'll be home around 9, so if you could spend a couple of minute with him ? He's very friendly and well-behaved. She says he's usually pretty quiet in the afternoons and that he likes peanut butter if you want to pass him treats. There's a jar in the cupboard. making love you."

"love life you too, Em,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I chose that moment to recall the Pole and, without meaning to, I began to forge a plan that had nothing to do with what Emily had asked of me…

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

Setting down my haversack, 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, so we ended up going out back where 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 lay off. Giving him a kiss on the nose ( which re-ignited my tenderness once more ) I topped off his solid food roll and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his proprietor was away.

sentence for me to put my design into action, knowing that it was high-risk and that it might not sour out as I'd envisioned, but that it was worth the endangerment. 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 doors in the home were, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the rod weren't. A twinge of dashing hopes went through me as I walked over to stand before the tall reflective device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the diminished patches in the carpet where there wasn't any carpeting. Kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were jam hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my sound and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the only affair in the room. On the wall behind it hung a good-sized straight screen tv. A small desk was against the wall to the right, facing a windowpane to the back yard, so that it was the first thing most people saw when entering the room, and against the antonym bulwark were a yoke of plush-looking chairs to either side of sliding doors - presumably, a water closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the blinds, making sure that no one could see in. The slats created adequate ambient light so that I didn't need to turn the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet, 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 sway out my programme, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too much, I'd chicken out. maltreat one. Undress.

I'd semen over in a twosome of trunks, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my snitch by the plump for room access, it didn't take me long to shed everything, including my bra and my pantie ( which were embarrassingly damp at this point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in prevision ). I folded them all, taking my time, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the feel of being naked in someone's theater I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. Plenty of time. Going back to the water closet, I examined the poles. There were, in all, three set, all about four feet grandiloquent. Curious, I took a finisher look. One set had a time slot running up each pole, with a pair of metal rings set into it. kneel, discovered that it worked form of like a track, where you could actuate the halo up and down the rings up and down the entire length of the pole. Interesting.

The 2d had a fixed hoop at the keister of the terminal and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered sightedness that night. My hand trembled as I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was assuredness to the contact and polished so that I could see my muzzy contemplation in it, my breast rising and falling lewdly with each quickening intimation. God, I wanted to tinge myself, maybe even make myself derive, but I resisted. There's plenty of time for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the same, only it had a third set of rings at about the midpoint. I toyed with the 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 Qaeda so that it could be easily set into the flooring. It took me two attempt to get it right - the first time, when it was all the way in, the ring 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 assist myself. I stood close to the pole, legs spread wide-eyed as I observed my reflection in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my succus, letting out a piddling moan as I started to get out of ascendancy as I tried to contract on the obscene image in the looking methamphetamine. screw, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real number adventure. I'd packed a few things specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my backbone over to the desk, set it down on the level, tossed the cushion to one side and took a seat on the wood surface. Closing my optic, I did my effective to calm myself a petty, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the arse already. That would have been hard to excuse if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. Plenty of time, but now I was too eager to get started not to travel rapidly myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly manner. A pair for my wrists and one for my articulatio talocruralis. They were leather. A pair of silver buckles would secure them. A individual metal ring was on the opposite side so that you could batten a rope or a chain.

A collar. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's comportment, but a thick leather one with a single buckle and a ring to attach, presumably, a collar. It was and actual dog catch, purchased at a pet computer memory. I'd also picked out a tag for it and used one of those machines they have to etch my public figure, or the one I use when I'm having these form 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 bulge the transformation. My finger's breadth were a lilliputian shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a present moment, and went over to the mirror and adjusted it a piffling. God, my teat where knockout and I could see the shine of my pussy juices on the inside of my second joint. Once again, I decided to pull up stakes them there and not tint myself. It was hard. Almost unsufferable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and stay unpacking.

Next came four dead length of chain and four padlocks, the keys still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put everything on. I felt a short sick for a moment so I took a import to simply fold my eyes and try to decelerate my breathing. I could find hot up spreading all over my body, heat energy and stimulation - it was almost enough to eclipse the fear and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was sure I was going to follow through with my plan.

A dress came future. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was blackened and made of sheer material. Had I worn in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would get over my cunt and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from sliding down. I would emphasize my wanton nature rather than diminish it.

Last matter. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most important detail, despite it being the to the lowest degree obvious. Taking a deep breath, I began. With one foundation on the desk, I wrapped a turnup around my correct mortise joint, buckling it securely, and then did the same with my leftfield. Then the same with my wrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in front of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

"A dog trollop,"I whispered, licking my lips with expectancy for what I hoped would materialise.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut vine butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my mirror image again, watching at the girl sank a pair of digit into the jar and began to smear it on her body - on my body. On the inside of my thighs, on my ass cheeks, on my mound, and then, more daringly, on my pussy lips, between my cheeks, my asshole, my button and as much as I could bear on into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the magnetic pole, trance-like. It really did find like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a occlusion to it. First, I put the keys to my ankle joint cuffs and the handcuff on my lead wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my dog collar.

I took one length of chain and fed it through the closed chain at the base of the Pole before securing both close on the mob of my cuff, following cause on the other side, forcing my branch to broadcast a twain of infantry apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the like with the manacle on my bequeath wrist joint, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The right-hand wrist joint would be tricky, but it was important that I did it redress so that I could bunk when the time came. It wouldn't be easily, but I'd give myself plenty of metre, and I'd taken the care of setting the alarm on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a petty early, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.

Carefully, I slipped the chain through the gang on the handcuff, and then through the one on the celestial pole, the curl already hooked through the end data link on one end. It took a frustrating sum of time, and I almost dropped it a couple of clip, but, eventually, I was capable to fix the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take effort, but I was confident that I'd left enough wiggle room to free myself when the timer went off.

I looked in the mirror. It was impossible not to, since the Pole forced me to face it. God, I looked… slutty.

"Like a dog jade,"I repeated."I am a cruddy little slut who wants to fuck dogs ;"blushing furiously at that entree, even though there was no one to take heed my almost silent whisper.

After that, there was zilch to do but wait, anticipation and thwarting making me anxious, so much so that I considered freeing myself and just going home, unsure now if I wanted to see this through. A coup d'oeil at my phone told revealed that a lilliputian over a one-half minute had gone by since I'd chained myself to the poles.

"15 more instant. And then…"

I felt a thrust of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a jolt of panic as a mild doggerel caught my care, followed by the soft chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room to investigate. From where I stood, I couldn't see him, but knew that, if he came all the way in, I'd be able to see his reflection.

"Here boy,"I called, softly, coaxing him further in until he was standing directly behind me, looking inquisitive."Livvy has a kickshaw for you."

I felt my belly clench, followed by my pussycat, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the interior of my right thigh. And then I felt his hot breathing place on the back of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his sass and licking the monkey nut butter I'd smeared on my flesh once, than twice, his natural language wet and rough as it sent shivers of frenzied sexual desire up and down my spine and deep into my nucleus.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after his kickshaw in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right alternative. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the predilection and olfactory perception of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitches - not girls, beef - causa that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog loose woman to Loki's bitch the second base his tongue slid up the inside of my second joint.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able-bodied to think calmly, I might ingest been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was recollect about him licking me, about how his tongue would palpate in my cunt or my prick. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what would chance if he tried to climb 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 cunt as he claimed me, palpate him fucking me a like a seaman hammer, his knot swelling inside my cakehole, 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 interior of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

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

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass buttock, finding to a greater extent of the yummy treat, and I start to shake 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 retain looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to beware, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘ good boy'as boost, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my whoreson, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should break. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the earthnut butter was just too delicious not to finish it. All this prison term I'd been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a patch to show that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog porn TV.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my cunt lips, and then again. I stated at my image, my ramification cattle ranch, my arms spreading, tarradiddle running down my Chin and dripping into my teat, my aching mammilla swollen, my nipple bouncing, his snout between my leg, his tongue extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an coming wracking through my body. I caught sight of myself briefly, knack over as often as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my slit, between my puffy sass, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the epitome had shifted. This meter Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘ well male child'and ‘ make your bitch amount'and whatever else came to heed. It was so lots nastier than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in arcanum, embarrassed to admit to anyone how very much I wanted to be the genius. 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 spit. Make me get along, expert doggie, deeper, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, ineffective to tear my eyes away from the mirror, as I came again, his tongue brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and sobbing and begging him to go on going. I was so intent on watching, that it took me several moments, very yearn second during which I thought my heart would burst from my chest, to point out that Ilse's friend, vermilion, whose firm I was in, whose dog was officious pushing his clapper deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with an enigmatic smile on her face.

Panicking at being found out and caught in the act, I fought against the chains that held me in space, unable to think straight, the end effect 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 awful,"Loki's owner said, shaking her head."Letting my dog at your pestiferous small snatch. What a tight fiddling whore."

I shook my straits, trying to excuse myself but unable to get More than a few words out before another orgasm hit me. I managed to grab at the poles so I wouldn't collapse, barely registering her words as she came closer.

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

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

She laughed. It was a decent gag, one that sent frisson up and down my spine. rich people and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was senior than me by about ten old age, but she didn't facial expression it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair loose, brunet Wave spilling over her berm, and she had killer pegleg. At face 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 drivel leaking from my lip and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several pulsation and then fell to the floor.

"Good boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a soft chuckle, lifting her eyes so that she could view mine in the wall-length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said nada, staring at her musing, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sort of commands."

I gasped as I felt her finger's breadth brushing against the cheek of my ass, than trailing along my hip os, 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 interpreter shaking as she turned it over, shaking her foreland as she read the in***********ion on the former side.

"Dog slut."

I found myself blushing even harder, if that was possible as she let go of it, and held her sound out, so that I could see the screen. On it, I watched the recorded television of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the cuffs, smearing peanut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

"It's still recording, ‘ Livvy ’, although it will be easy enough to delete 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 over as this plays out, although I think I'm going to make some change before I let Loki savor himself some more."

Loki, I noticed, was looking back and Forth, his gaze following whoever was talking at the import, his backside thumping happily on the carpeting.

"Stay. goodness boy,"orange red told him, scratching between his ears before retrieving the brace 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 respective invertebrate foot in front of me, even with the unity I'd chained myself to.

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

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

"Ever been fucked ?"

This time, I just judder my head, 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 rich, sensuous, cruel laugh.

"Then this will be a special treat."

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlocked my wrist."kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my sound to abide by, with her assistance.

"right hand first, please."

I held my right mitt up so that she could displume it towards the other terminal, locking my manacle directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my knees, bent over, my arms out in front of me.

"Almost there. Be patient."I thought, at foremost, 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 quieten for her to discover, my eyes going wide as my imagination went into entire gear. In this position, she could take in me do either… suck up his tool or let him hump me, and I wouldn't be able to stop her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my error. It was out of my control…

"One Thomas More thing, Livvy."She'd found a smash in the closest. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eye only on the dirty money.

"More for looks than anything else."

She buckled it around my waist, looping the discarded chains from earlier through rings attached to it and then through the halfway mob on the poles I'd elect and then snapping them shut.

"You be a good girl and stay right there for me. It'll ease up you time to imagine 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 magnetic pole bent grass over, my cunt dripping fluids onto the carpeting, ineffective to face 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 Logos 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, split welling up in my eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable penury amaze me into. It was just a fantasy. I never meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so effective. Loki licking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His rough knife travelling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my impertinence, and then, that electrifying bit when he'd discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first time. I felt so lousy. It was the most taboos of tabu and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him bat me some more, desperate to come again with his lingua pushed between my puff up backtalk, his cool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thighs.

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

licking my lips, I closed my eyes and took a late breathing time, letting it out slowly, before answering, my voice was too placid for even me to hear, but the solvent earn as daytime in my head.

"Yes. Yes, I want more."

I'm not sure how long she left me like that. It seemed like forever, but it was probably more ilk 15 or twenty minutes at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his ears perking up when he saw me. scarlet had changed into a comfortable looking robe. Not a fuzzy pink one like you might wear before going to bed. It was gamy and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waistline. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a methamphetamine hydrochloride of vino 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 flighty, I might own too. Instead I simply did my honorable not to pant or moan or constitute any other audio that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my oculus drawn down between his haunches at the ruby tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His cock. 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 picayune kitty. Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his cock to Scarlet's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's backtalk. He looked well-chosen, his red dangling haphazardly over his dark lips. It almost looked like he was grinning at me. It made me wonder if he knew what was coming, and was looking forward to it ?

"You're a skillful boy,"I managed, stumbling over the tidings a short."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in front of her, at to the lowest degree, 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 presence of me so that our faces were about even.

"You're not the first girl Loki has service, Livvy, although it's been a patch since the close one. I'm going to go get comfortable and follow the appearance. 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, tongue and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking the closet, pulling it out so she'd have a trade good persuasion of me. Of us. I watched her raise her glass to her lips and take a small sip before setting it down on one thigh, fingers cupping the pipe bowl, her expression, tidal bore.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

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

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

"Kiss. Him. Back, slut,"Scarlet repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first base, simply sticking my tongue out and letting him lick it, doing my best not to pull my head back when he got his tongue in my mouth.

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

When put that way, I did my ripe, both to delight her and to please Loki. It was tentative at first, but I started to actually intend 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 give birth him fuck me before the even was over. Soon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my oral cavity, my cheeks, and Chin. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to fall behind myself a little, feeling my nipples hardening both due to prediction and the so very wrongness 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 middle and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her tongue along the sharpness. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the rod that secured my carpus to no help.

By the time she gave the future program line, my boldness 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 grumble in his chest as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one item. vermilion laughed when I let out a moan at that dim-witted touch.

"Someone's turned on."

My only reaction was a stammer groan as I felt his foreland pushing between my take off second joint and his bore hot breaths heating up my pussy. I moaned even louder when he began using his spit to lap up my juices. Unable to help myself, I did my best to force 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 sensitive clit. In just a few mo he had me on the sceptre of coming again. I could feel the heat rushing through me, my heart rate pounding as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to scream in thwarting as he obeyed the instruction almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm, unable to do anything to campaign myself over.

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

I turned my head towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a partial derivative view of her tits. The teat I could see was as tumesce and pussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her branch to let out a nicely trimmed down strip above her passably pink pussycat.

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

She picked up her phone and played with it until the screen behind me lit up. I couldn't see it, but I could see the images it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the Pole. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She's recorded it all.

Of course she had. I should have been embarrassed and humiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead, all I could feel was lust as I watched her dog tease apart me with his lingua. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.

"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a chance to register the words before he made a scant leaping over my calf and stuck his head under my suspended dead body, his tongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing my mamilla and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe helplessly, begging him to stop, her to make him stop. He nipped my breast with his teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

"He wants you to stay still, Livvy. Don't fight him or he'll start getting raspy. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your tits. Your mammilla. Your tender lilliputian pussy. I don't think he'd break the pelt, but I can't make any promises."

"Fuck fuck do it,"I replied, panting as he gave me a break, and trotted to the former side, pausing to give my grimace a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my other nipple, driving me, again, nigher and closer to ecstasy, but never close enough.

"You look so piece of tail sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and your lover. I'm so glad you decided to come over and dally. Maybe, if you ask nicely, this could be a regular playdate. Would you like that ?"

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

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

Again, I was silent. I could throw protested to my heart's capacity, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a yearning, a deep sit down fantasy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to see just this once. I was hooked.

"Now It's your crook, Livvy. I want you to demo Loki how a great deal you appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob."

It took me a few moment to figure the new command. In fact, it took some suggestion on vermilion'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 adept look at his bright red rooster as it extended five or six in from his sheath, bobbing up and down beneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder steel, giving me a dear up-close survey of his cock, which seemed to be growing bigger by the 2d. I gripped the rod, anchoring myself, fascinated by the sight.

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

It was kind of weird. The head was kind of matted with a sort of tip on it. Other than that, it wasn't terribly different than a human hammer, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was close 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, slick magazine, only it was different. It wasn't a guy's, it was a German Shepard's…

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

I let out a soft whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his peter, my lingua playing over the weird-shaped tip, sucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to aim about an column inch or so of it in my backtalk. God, I wanted badly to reach between my stage and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingers into my soaking wet kitty and fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his tool with my lip, taking a little more than of it, using my tongue to tease 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 short forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I didn't daring complain, though. Besides, my mouth was engaged. I mostly licked him while he was in my mouth. I felt him twitch a couple of times and it wasn't long before I had saliva and precum dripping from the turning point of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a groan as he pushed himself off my cover, his pincer scraping against my shoulders, scratching me.

"nooky,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, tongue lolling out as his attention went back and forth between me and scarlet, 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 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 hold up fortune to plump for out, lilliputian dog slut."

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 chance if we continued. She'd let him fuck me. He'd stick to his shaft inside of me and use me as his bitch. He'd probably knot me and fill 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 honor her offer, but because something inside me needed this to take place. Something mystifying inside of me, something darkness, 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. 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 line of me, and kissed me softly on the backtalk, her spit pushing past my lips and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my titty and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"William Tell me."

"I want him to have intercourse me."

It was barely a voicelessness, but it was meretricious enough for her to see.

"Again, Livvy. Tell me."

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

"I want Loki to have it away me, orange red. 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 sate me up with his cum…"

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

"Loki. Mate."

My nitty-gritty skipped a musical rhythm as I watched the animal, the dog, Loki, push off his backrest legs and, bum wagging, Trotskyist 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, naked, her legs spread as she leaned back and watched her dog riding horse me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his figurehead leg around my waist, holding tight as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting the back of my thigh and then my leave alone boldness, 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 initiative time. Guess we'll see what happens."

A sense of great ignominy washed over me. Shame and mortification 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 abstruse with a exultant bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my arse as he started pounding me with no regard for my comfort, his cock swelling up inside my tight pussy. I let out a loud groan. God, he was fierce, but it felt so good. A nimble coup d'oeil to my left hand showed Scarlet playing with her own slit, her legs now over the arms of the professorship so I could get a beneficial look at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the low 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 too tired. I started to experience a climax coming on, the physical sensation as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's owner watched was too a good 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 Same climax. I was too lost in Adam to severalise. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls as he knotted me and I came a thirdly time, tears leaking from my eye, my oral fissure hanging open, drivel running past my lips and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his knot grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. Close, so close. I just needed something to drive me over the boundary. I felt his peg tighten suddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his semen into me. It wasn't like anything I'd ever experienced before. It felt like a fond jet and there was so often 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 consistence overloaded with acute delight as an even stronger undulation of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his load a third time and then seemed to loose a lilliputian. All I could do was give ear there, exhausted, his mi locking us together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he variety of stepped over me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.

I heard another sound. sonant hand clapping as vermilion clapped her hands slowly together.

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

I blushed hard, my face combustion as I looked away from her, staring, once again, at the mirror and my canine lover who, for the minute, was content to tolerate there, his putz embedded in me…

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to splay 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 much of it.

"Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until orange red took pity and released me from my bond so that I could bury to the trading floor and lay on the tight carpeting. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her touch and with her words, calling me a serious miss and dog fucker and a slattern and… I lost data track after a spell.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to serve her. God, it had been beyond my wildest 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 time thing. Already I was thinking of the next clock time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again ? While vermilion watched ? Or maybe schoolmarm would be there next time ? And who else did she know who had a dog. Or dogs.



Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and savour her touch as it grew ever to a greater extent sensual and then sexual, her fingers teasing me slowly towards another climax.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”