It was something I'd noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet's star sign. A pair of uncompromising looking poles in one of the guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but not that one metre. They were about three feet eminent and piazza about 3 or 4 feet apart, rising up from the story in figurehead of a large mirror on the wall. I couldn't have seen them if I had just walked by, but, curious, I'd gone in for a second or two. I hadn't really thought too much about them at maiden, but every once in a patch, the image reasserted itself in my head, and began to create a scenario around it, one that, as clock time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of course of action, that's all it was. A fantasy. Something to beleaguer myself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be Livvy, the dog trollop, instead of Olivia. And it would get stayed that way, except…

"I promised Scarlet that I'd occlusive 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 eve in ?"I asked, checking the time. A little after 1pm.

"Yes, but if I leave now, I can spend a little prison term there. He's got a doorway 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 friend so that she could make 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, O ?"

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

"I owe you."She described to me where I could see the superfluous star sign key and how to wrick off the alarm."She'll be home around 9, so if you could pass a distich of hours 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 give him treats. There's a jar in the closet. love you."

"Love you too, Em,"I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I chose that bit to remember the pole and, without meaning to, I began to imprint a design that had nothing to do with what Emily had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Sam Shepard, met me at the doorway, eager for company. As Em had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my best to act chance, my heart was pounding in my dresser so toilsome that I could palpate it against my ribs and I was a little breathless and a bit vertiginous as I closed and locked the doorway behind me.

Setting down my rucksack, I played with him a bit, petting him, scratching behind his capitulum, called him a ‘ honest boy ’, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more, so we ended up going out back where I could hurl a lawn 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 heart once more ) I topped off his intellectual nourishment bowl and changed his weewee and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his proprietor was away.

Time for me to put my programme into action, knowing that it was bad and that it might not move around 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 door was closed securely. None of the other doors in the house were, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out of my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there, exactly as I remembered it, the poles weren't. A stab of disappointment went through me as I walked over to fend before the marvelous reflective device and made a case at myself in it. So a good deal for that. And then, I noticed the humble fleck in the rug where there wasn't any rug. kneel, I looked closer. It looked like there were fix hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my phone and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn't the solitary affair in the room. On the wall behind it hung a good-sized flat screen tv. A diminished desk was against the bulwark to the rightfield, facing a window to the back yard, so that it was the first affair most people saw when entering the room, and against the contrary rampart were a couple of plush-looking chairs to either incline of sliding doors - presumably, a water closet. If they were in here, they'd be in there. First, though, I closed the screen, making sure that no one could see in. The slats created enough ambient light so that I didn't need to turn the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the 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 pick, something I didn't expect. Now that I knew I could carry out my architectural plan, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I thought about it too lots, I'd chicken out. ill-treat one. Undress.

I'd semen over in a pair of short, a tee, and a hoodie. Having already left my snitch by the bet on door, it didn't occupy me long to disgorge everything, including my bra and my panties ( which were embarrassingly damp at this full point - in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation ). 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 feeling of being naked in mortal's sign of the zodiac I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was cheeseparing to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, fancy woman had said. hatful of time. Going back to the closet, I examined the rod. There were, in all, three exercise set, all about four invertebrate foot tall. rum, I took a finisher look. One set had a slot running up each Pole, with a duo of metal anchor ring set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked form of like a track, where you could move the ring up and down the ring up and down the stallion length of the celestial pole. Interesting.

The mo had a fixed ring at the bottom of the pole and one on top. That was the one I'd remembered visual perception that Night. My hired hand trembled as I ran it up and down the bland metal. It was cool to the touch modality and polished so that I could see my blurry reflection in it, my tits rising and falling lewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to affect myself, maybe even clear myself total, but I resisted. There's flock of fourth dimension for that later, I told myself.

The third was much the same, only it had a one-third set of pack at about the midpoint. I toyed with the musical theme of using the one with the mobile attachments, but, in the end, I chose the last one.

As I suspected, it had a fucking set into the alkali so that it could be easily set into the floor. It took me two try to get it right - the first time, when it was all the way in, the hoop were facing outwards, so I simply unscrewed it and then adjusted it so that they were facing inward, before setting the other in as well.

And then I couldn't help myself. I stood close to the celestial pole, ramification spread spacious as I observed my manifestation in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my succus, letting out a little moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to center on the lewd trope in the looking ice. nooky, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn't take it. I needed to get started with the real adventure. I'd packed a few things specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my back over to the desk, set it down on the trading floor, tossed the cushion to one side and took a tail end on the Natalie Wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my honorable to calm myself a footling, but it was nearly unsufferable, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the behind already. That would have been hard to explain if I'd left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. great deal of time, but now I was too eager to get started not to rush myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and hospital attendant fashion. A dyad for my wrists and one for my ankles. They were leather. A pair of ash grey buckles would secure them. A unity metallic element ring was on the contrary position so that you could fix a Mexican valium or a chain.

A pinch. Not my usual one, the one that I always wore in Mistress's presence, but a deep leather one with a bingle 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 machine they have to etch my figure, or the one I use when I'm having these variety of fantasies - Livvy. And, on the other incline, 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 lead off the shift. My fingers 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 nipples where grueling and I could see the shine of my pussy succus on the insides of my second joint. Once again, I decided to leave behind them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost unacceptable, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue unpacking.

Next came four little duration of mountain chain and four padlocks, the paint 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 moment to simply close my optic and try to slow my breathing. I could palpate heat spreading all over my soundbox, heating plant and arousal - it was almost enough to eclipse the fear and the shame that burned within me as well, know that I was certain I was going to follow through with my plan.

A frock came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail garb. It was black and made of filmy textile. Had I worn in public, I'd be arrested. It was also incredibly shortsighted. Standing up it would address my puss and virtually of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from sliding down. I would emphasize my motiveless nature rather than diminish it.

terminal affair. A jar of goober pea butter. That was the most crucial particular, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a deep breath, I began. With one invertebrate foot on the desk, I wrapped a handlock around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the same with my left hand. Then the Lapp with my wrist cuff. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself in presence of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

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

I went back to the desk and grabbed the monkey nut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching at the girl sank a pair of finger into the jar and began to smear it on her physical structure - on my body. On the inside of my second joint, on my ass cheeks, on my cumulus, and then, more daringly, on my pussy back talk, between my cheeks, my asshole, my button and as a great deal as I could push into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I moved between the poles, trance-like. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. First, I put the cay to my ankle manacle and the cuff on my left articulatio radiocarpea on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.

I took one length of Sir Ernst Boris Chain and fed it through the ring at the base of the pole before securing both death on the ring of my cuff, following courtship on the other incline, forcing my legs to scatter a couple of foundation apart. It would be uncomfortable, but manageable. Then I did the same with the handcuff on my left hand wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.

The decently radiocarpal joint 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 promiscuous, but I'd give myself plenty of time, and I'd taken the safeguard 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 clip she got home, with no theme what had transpired here.

Carefully, I slipped the range through the ring on the cuff, and then through the one on the magnetic pole, the ringlet already hooked through the end nexus on one end. It took a frustrating amount of sentence, and I almost dropped it a couple of clip, but, eventually, I was capable to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take travail, but I was surefooted that I'd left enough wiggle room to rid myself when the timer went off.

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

"Like a dog trollop,"I repeated."I am a filthy fiddling strumpet who wants to fuck dogs ;"blushing furiously at that entree, even though there was no one to hear my almost mum whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but wait, expectancy and frustration making me unquiet, so much so that I considered freeing myself and just going home, unsure now if I wanted to see this through. A glance at my phone told revealed that a piffling over a half hour had gone by since I'd chained myself to the poles.

"XV more than minutes. And then…"

I felt a stab of disappointment after one-half of that had gone by, followed by a jounce of panic as a mild doggerel caught my care, followed by the cushy 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 stomach clench, followed by my snatch, felt the trickle survey, making its way down the inside of my flop thigh. And then I felt his hot breathing space on the spinal column of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his lip and licking the peanut butter I'd smeared on my flesh once, than twice, his knife wet and rough as it sent shivers of manic sexual desire up and down my spine and trench into my core.

"Fuck,"I whimpered, and then began to groan as he went after his treat in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right choice. He seemed to like it, or maybe it was the gustatory sensation and odor of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitches - not girls, squawk - lawsuit that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki's bellyache the 2d 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 to cogitate calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was, all I could do was think about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel in my pussy or my bunghole. About how intemperately I would cum and how often. About what would happen if he tried to mount me. I wasn't sure if he could while I was chained like this, but maybe, if I could unchain myself, he would. I wanted to sense his cock sinking into my pussy as he claimed me, find him fucking me a like a manual laborer cock, his knot swelling inside my hollow, 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 persona of the girl chained between two metallic element Pole while being licked by a German Shepard.

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

"That's it, Loki. Get it all. There's more, lots more, just go on looking,"I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the casual ‘ good boy'as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my SOB, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut vine 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 register that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog pornography video recording.

"Fuck,"I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my pussy lip, and then again. I stated at my image, my stage spread, my implements of war spreading, slobber running down my Kuki and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my tits bouncing, his snout between my legs, his knife extending…

"Fuck."This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an orgasm wracking through my consistency. I caught mint of myself briefly, bent over as a good deal as I could, his lingua slurping up and down my pussycat, between my turgid lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the look-alike had shifted. This time Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussycat. All I could do was check, encouraging him with more ‘ practiced boys'and ‘ make your bitch come up'and whatever else came to mind. It was so practically nastier than any of the zoo videos I'd watched in confidential, embarrassed to allow to anyone how much I wanted to be the star topology. 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, screw your bitch with your tongue. make me come in, good doggie, cryptical, Loki, deeper."

I watched myself, unable 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 keep going. I was so aim on watching, that it took me various moments, very long import during which I thought my heart would burst from my thorax, to notice that Ilse's friend, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was officious pushing his glossa deep into my pussy, was standing to my left, watching me with an puzzling smiling on her face.

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

"So filthy,"Loki's owner said, shaking her forefront."Letting my dog at your dirty niggling slit. What a nasty little whore."

I shook my head, trying to explain myself but unable to get more than a few words out before another sexual climax hit me. I managed to grab at the perch so I wouldn't prostration, barely registering her give-and-take as she came closer.

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

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

She laughed. It was a nice laughter, one that sent tingle up and down my pricker. Rich and sensuous and cruel.

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

She was honest-to-god than me by about ten year, but she didn't look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair unaffixed, brunette wave spilling over her shoulder joint, and she had killer legs. At present she was dressed casually in a doll and a blouse.

"Loki. Sit,"she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a string of tommyrot leaking from my mouth and down my Kuki-Chin until it hung, suspended for respective heartbeats and then fell to the floor.

"commodity boy."

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

"He's very well trained,"she said with a sonant chuckle, lifting her middle so that she could bewitch mine in the wall-length mirror. Not knowing how to reply, I said nix, staring at her musing, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

"He knows all sorts of commands."

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

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

"Yes. Please."I whispered, my voice 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 possible as she let go of it, and held her headphone out, so that I could see the screen door. On it, I watched the recorded television of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting on the cuffs, smearing monkey nut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the poles.

"It's still recording, ‘ Livvy ’, although it will be light 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 attain some changes before I let Loki savour himself some more."

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

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

"You missed these,"she told me, setting them, one at a prison term, before me and screwing them into the floor like I'd done with the others so that they were respective foot in front of me, even with the ones 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 meter, I just shook 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 Key for the padlocks and unbarred my wrists."Kneel down for me, Livvy."I did my best to comply, with her help.

"Right hand first, please."

I held my right field handwriting up so that she could tear it towards the former perch, locking my cuff directly to it.

"Now the left."

And just like that, I was on my genu, bent over, my blazon out in strawman of me.

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

"roll in the hay,"I breathed, too lull for her to get wind, my eyes going wide as my imagination went into full gear. In this view, she could make me do either… suck his cock or let him do it me, and I wouldn't be able to quit her. And it wouldn't be me. It wouldn't be my fault. It was out of my control…

"One more than matter, Livvy."She'd found a whack in the closest. I hadn't really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the loot.

"Sir Thomas More for wait than anything else."

She buckled it around my waist, looping the dispose mountain chain from earlier through rings attached to it and then through the middle hoop on the pole I'd elect and then snapping them shut.

"You be a good girl and stay right there for me. It'll throw you time to think about what's to come in. 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 knack over, my cunt dripping fluids onto the carpeting, ineffectual to look at myself in the mirror which was now only a few groundwork in front of me. I stared at the tag suspension from my collar, repeating her Logos softly.

"Livvy. Dog hussy. 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 eyes. What had I done ? What had my insatiable pauperism gotten me into. It was just a illusion. I never meant for it to actually materialise, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki licking me while I was chained in strawman of the mirror. His jolting glossa travelling over my second joint, my ass, pushing between my cheeks, and then, that electrifying mo when he'd discovered my slit, how it had felt that starting time metre. I felt so unclean. It was the most taboos of taboo and yet, if she was here right now with him, I'd be begging for her to let him lap up me some more, desperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my intumesce sassing, his assuredness nose pressing into my clitoris, his drivel coating my second joint.

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

defeat my lips, I closed my eyes and took a deep breather, letting it out slowly, before answering, my representative was too quiet for even me to pick up, but the answer clear as daylight 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 care fifteen or twenty bit at most. When she returned, Loki was at her side, his ears perking up when he saw me. orange red had changed into a comfortable looking robe. Not a bleary pink one like you might hold out before going to bed. It was blue and shiny and wrapped tightly around her, the tie tight about her waist. The merchant ship fell almost to mid-thigh. She was holding a field glass of wine in one hand. The other was free.

"As promised, Livvy."

She giggled a minuscule as she walked Loki around me. Had I not been so queasy, I might have too. Instead I simply did my best not to gasp or moan or relieve oneself any other audio that would embarrass me further, especially when she stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the position between us, my oculus drawn down between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hairy sheath. His pecker. I'd seen video, of course, but never up close and personal.

"Tell Loki he's a trade good boy, Livvy. Tell him how much you liked him licking your wet short puss. Tell him how nice he made you come."

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his rooster to vermilion's face, then back again and, finally, to Loki's oral cavity. He looked happy, his red hanging haphazardly over his black mouth. 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 respectable boy,"I managed, stumbling over the parole a little."And thank you for…"I couldn't, not in figurehead of her, at to the lowest degree, but I did anyway."thank for… for using your knife on my cunt and making me come…"

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

"You're not the first girl Loki has inspection and repair, 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 kind of commands."

She took me by surprisal, then, and kissed me, not just a short peck on the mouth, but a erotica mavin buss, knife and all. When she was done, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the electric chair flanking the wardrobe, pulling it out so she'd have a unspoiled view of me. Of us. I watched her elevation her glass to her lips and take a small sip before setting it down on one second joint, finger cupping the roll, her expression, eager.

"Loki. Kiss."

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

"Stick your clapper out, Livvy. Kiss him back."

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

"Kiss. Him. binding, slut,"Scarlet repeated, making it sound like an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my lingua out and letting him lap it, doing my substantially not to rive 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 eve, and he wants to point you a near 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 inaugural, but I started to actually think of him as my devotee. After all, he'd licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was pretty trusted scarlet was going to have him jazz me before the evening was over. Soon, I was licking his lingua while he licked mine, my sass, my cheeks, and Kuki. He wasn't exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose myself a piddling, feeling my nipples hardening both due to anticipation and the so very wrongness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glance over at scarlet. She'd untied her robe, but it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine as she watched us. She caught my eyes and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her tongue along the border. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally pulling at the celestial pole that secured my wrists to no help.

By the time she gave the adjacent command, my expression was dripping wet. So was my pussy.

"Loki. Pussy."

Loki abandoned me responding to his proprietor's command immediately. I swear I could hear an eager rumble in his chest of drawers as he circled around behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one compass point. Scarlet laughed when I let out a moan at that dewy-eyed contact lens.

"someone's turned on."

My only reception was a stutter moan as I felt his head pushing between my parted thigh and his aegir hot breaths heating up my cunt. I moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. Unable to help myself, I did my sound to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his tongue inside of me again.

"Oh, god,"I gasped and then sighed as he found my swollen and sensitive clit. In just a few minutes he had me on the sceptre of coming again. I could feel the rut rushing through me, my pulsation throb as I felt myself getting closer and closer…

"Loki. Sit."

I wanted to squall in frustration as he obeyed the control almost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the boundary of a monumental orgasm, unable to do anything to push myself over.

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

I turned my question towards her. She'd pulled open her robe, giving me a partial derivative view of her breast. The nipple I could see was as intumesce and snatch 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 pussy.

"While you're cooling down a little, you should keep an eye on 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 simulacrum it displayed in the mirror. Me chained to the poles. 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 lust as I watched her dog tease me with his lingua. It was obvious I was enjoying it, too.

"Loki. Nipples."

I didn't even have a chance to read the words before he made a unretentive leap over my calfskin and stuck his caput under my debar soundbox, his natural language warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing my nipple and then concentrating on my firmly nub until I began to worm helplessly, begging him to blockade, her to make believe him quit. He nipped my white meat 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 rough. Or maybe you'd like that. A nip here and there. Your pap. Your nipples. Your attendant little puss. I don't think he'd break the skin, but I can't produce any promises."

"shtup fuck fuck,"I replied, panting as he gave me a suspension, and trotted to the other slope, pausing to give my nerve a lick. He started again, slobbering as he assaulted my former nipple, driving me, again, nearer and cheeseparing to ecstasy, but never close enough.

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

Unable to verbalize, I shook my header stubbornly. I wouldn't render her the satisfaction of knowing how much I did desire 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 birth protested to my heart's content, but It didn't change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just been a longing, a abstruse sit fancy. Now ? Now I knew I wouldn't be able to experience just this once. I was hooked.

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

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

"I can't,"I whimpered, getting a commodity look at his bright red cock 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 paws on my shoulder blades, giving me a estimable up-close view of his tool, which seemed to be growing great by the second. I gripped the celestial pole, anchoring myself, fascinated by the slew.

vermilion replied with a loudly 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 know what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really good up-close and personal look at a dog's penis.

It was kind of Wyrd. The fountainhead was kind of flat with a sorting of tip on it. early than that, it wasn't terribly different than a man turncock, although it obviously wasn't. And now, it was confining enough that, if I stuck my tongue out…

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

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

I let out a easygoing whimper as I stretched myself forward and kissed the tip of his hammer, my tongue playing over the weird-shaped tip, sucking my breather in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an inch or so of it in my backtalk. God, I wanted badly to strain between my legs and pertain myself or maybe just jam my digit into my soaking wet pussy and fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could. Instead, I explored his cock with my oral cavity, taking a little Thomas More of it, using my natural language to tantalise and tickle, since, by the phone he was making, he liked it. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so marked-up. He moved a little forward, his chela rough against my bare skin. I didn't dare complain, though. Besides, my mouth was busy. I mostly licked him while he was in my sass. I felt him twitch a brace of fourth dimension and it wasn't long before I had saliva and precum dripping from the recess of my mouth.

"Loki. Sit."

I let out a groan as he pushed himself off my rachis, his nipper scrape against my shoulders, scratching me.

"roll in the hay,"I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his haunches, knife lolling out as his attention went back and Forth River between me and orange red, wanting to obey his owner while eagre to use me as his beef.

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

"Would you like to stop now ? We can, if you'd like. It's your live prospect to back out, picayune 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 Word of God, 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 fill up 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 purity her offer, but because something inside me needed this to happen. Something oceanic abyss inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but certainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

"No. Don't stop. Please,"I told her, my interpreter shaking."I want this."

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

Her smile was vicious, but sympathetic as well. She understood, all too well, what was driving me. She knelt, then, directly in social movement of me, and kissed me softly on the mouthpiece, her clapper pushing past my rim and sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my tits and teased my nipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

"Tell me."

"I want him to bed me."

It was barely a rustle, 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 feeling on his aspect as he panted softly and cocked his head as if waiting on me.

"I want Loki to fuck me, vermilion. I want him to stick his cock in my slit and use me like a bitch. I want to feel his greyback and I want him to make full 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 beat as I watched the beast, the dog, Loki, button off his backbone legs and, bum wagging, lope past me, while scarlet went back to her professorship, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an disrupt view of the mirror in front of me and of her, naked, her legs spread as she leaned back and watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his movement legs around my waist, holding tight as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting the book binding of my second joint and then my left buttock, then my right wing.

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

A common sense of capital shame washed over me. ignominy and humiliation as Loki kept trying while I watched him in the mirror, growing frustrated as he kept missing. It wasn't like I wasn't wet enough. And then, he got his prick in me, thrusting mystifying with a triumphant bark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my seat as he started pounding me with no regard for my comfort, his cock swelling up inside my sozzled pussy. I let out a tawdry moan. God, he was gravelly, but it felt so near. A quick glance to my left showed scarlet playing with her own pussycat, her leg now over the arms of the chair so I could get a in force spirit at her. God, she was gorgeous. I'd always thought so, but this was the offset 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 palpate a sexual climax coming on, the physical sensation as well as the realization that I was being fucked by a dog while it's possessor watched was too much. I shook violently before letting out a rasping cry, coming hard while he kept fucking me. And then, I came again, or maybe it was all the Saame orgasm. I was too lost in ecstasy to tell. I felt his shaft growing inside of me, pushing apart my rampart as he knotted me and I came a third metre, bust leaking from my eye, my mouth hanging open, drool running by my lips and dripping from my chin.

"No, no, no,"I gasped as his greyback grew inside of me, trapping him inside of me. I felt another orgasm coming. Close, so close. I just needed something to push me over the border. I felt his legs 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 warm jet and there was so a lot of it. He wasn't even done. I felt another splash of dog cum inside of me, tipping me over the boundary.

"He's coming inside of me,"I gasped, my physical structure overloaded with intense pleasure as an even impregnable moving ridge of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his payload a thirdly prison term and then seemed to relax a lilliputian. 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 sound. mild hand clapping as Scarlet clapped her manus slowly together.

"That was so fucking hot, Livvy. Glad I was capable 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 lover who, for the moment, was content to remain firm there, his shit embedded in me…

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to mistake out. With the international nautical mile gone, his cum started leaking out of me. Pouring out might take been a better de***********ion. There was just so a good deal of it.

"Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to move, until Scarlet took pity and released me from my trammel so that I could bury to the story and lay on the tight carpet. I think I cried a bit while she ran her hands over me, soothing me with her tinge and with her give-and-take, calling me a good girl and dog fucker and a fornicatress and… I lost caterpillar track after a spell.

"So ?"she eventually asked. I wasn't sure how to suffice her. God, it had been beyond my wildest dreams and, at the Sami clip, 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 draw a blank this. Ever. Nor would it be a one time affair. Already I was thinking of the side by side sentence, 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 dogs.



rightfield now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy her tinge as it grew ever More sensual and then sexual, her fingers teasing me slowly towards another climax.

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

"I thought you might. Loki. Pussy. ”