Livvy's Dog Slut Fantasy #1 – Loki by OLiviaDS

It was something I’d noticed once, just in passing. At a party at Scarlet’s house. A pair of sturdy looking poles in one of the guest rooms. Normally, the door was closed, but that one time. They were about three feet high and place about 3 or 4 feet apart, rising up from the floor in front 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 minute or two. I hadn’t really thought too much about them, but every once in a while, the image reasserted itself in my head, 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 Rachel. And it would have stayed that way, except…

“I promised Scarlet that I’ll stop 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 evening in?” I asked, checking the time. A little after 1pm.

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

“I could do it,” I said, not even stopping to think. At that moment, it was all about helping out my Mistress so that she could have a relaxing night in with her boyfriend. It was only after we’d hung up that it became something else. Something much less altruistic.

“Would you mind, kitten?”

“Not at all,” I told her, practically purring at her use of the pet name. It wasn’t a lie. I loved being able to do simple little chores for her, even the most menial. It felt good and it kept me in her good graces as an added bonus.

“I owe you.” She described to me where I could find the spare house key and how to turn off the alarm. “She’ll be home around 9, so if you could spend an hour or so with him? He’s very friendly and well behaved. She says he’s usually pretty quiet in the afternoons. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mistress,” I told her and that was that. Or it would have been, only I choose that moment to remember the poles and, without meaning too, I began to form a plan that had nothing to do with what Mistress Ilse had asked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Shepard, had met me at the door, eager for company. As my Mistress had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I did my best to act casual, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I could feel 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 ears, called him a good boy, and all that. He looked like he needed a bit more than that, so we ended up going out back so I could throw a tennis ball for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that until he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a kiss on the nose (which re-ignited my heart once more) I topped off his food bowl and changed his water and then left him to do whatever it is that he did while his owner was away.

Time for me to put my plan into action, knowing that it was risky and that it might not turn out as I’d envisioned, but that it was worth the risk. Fetching my backpack, 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 stand before the tall reflective device and made a face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small patches in the carpet where there wasn’t any carpet. Kneeling, I looked closer. It looked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my phone and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into the floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror wasn’t the only thing in the room. On the wall behind it hung a good sized flat screen tv. A small desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window to the back yard, so that it was the first thing most people saw when entering the room, and against the opposite wall were a pair of plush looking chairs to either side of sliding doors – presumably, a 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 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 choice, something I didn’t expect. Now that I knew I could carry 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 sneakers by the back door, it didn’t take me long to shed everything, including my bra and my panties (which were embarrassingly damp at this point – in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation). I folded them all, taking my time, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation of what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the feeling of being naked in someone’s house I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3. Scarlet would be home around 9, Mistress had said. Plenty 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 pair of metal rings set into it. Kneeling, discovered that it worked kind of like a track, where you could move the ring up and down the rings up and down the entire length of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a fixed ring at the bottom 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 cool to the touch 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 touch myself, maybe even make myself come, but I resisted. There’s plenty of time for that later, I told myself.

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

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

And then I couldn’t help myself. I stood close to the pole, legs spread wide as I observed my reflection in the mirror, and began to rub myself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my juices, letting out a little moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to concentrate on the lewd image in the looking glass. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn’t take it. I needed to get started with the real adventure. I’d packed a few things specifically for this based on what I remembered seeing that night…

I took my back over to the desk, set it down on the floor, tossed the cushion to one side and took a seat on the wood surface. Closing my eyes, I did my best to calm myself a little, but it was nearly impossible, so I gave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would have been hard to explain 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 hurry myself along. I started with the cuffs, placing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly fashion. A pair for my wrists and one for my ankles. They were leather. A pair of silver buckles would secure them. A single metal ring was on the opposite side so that you could secure 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 attach, 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 machines they have to etch my name, or the one I use when I’m having these kind of fantasies – Livvy. And, on the other side, I’d etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right now. I was afraid that, if I didn’t, I’d talk myself out of this. It would start the transformation. My 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 hard and I could see the shine of my pussy juices on the insides of my thighs. Once again, I decided to leave them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost impossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue unpacking.

Next came four short lengths 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 little sick for a moment so I took a moment to simply close my eyes and try to slow my breathing. I could feel heat spreading all over my body, heat and arousal – 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.