A dress came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail dress. It was black and made of sheer material. Had I worn in in public, I’d be arrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would cover my puss and most of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from sliding down. I would accent my wanton nature rather than diminish it.
Last thing. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most important item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a deep breath, I began. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my right ankle, buckling it securely, and then did the same with my left. 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 slut,” I whispered, licking my lips with anticipation for what I hoped would happen.
I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter, unscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching at the girl sunk a pair of fingers into the ja and began to smear it on her body – on my body. On the insides of my thighs, on my ass cheeks, on my mound, and then, more daringly, on my pussy lips, between my cheeks, my asshole, my clit and as much as I could push into my dripping wet cunt.
Replacing the cap, I moved between the poles, trancelike. It really did feel like I was hypnotized, like I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. First, I put the keys to my ankle cuffs and the cuff on my left wrist on a keyring, which I attached to my collar.
I took one length of chain and fed it through the ring at the base of the pole before securing both ends on the ring of my cuff, following suit on the other side, forcing my legs to spread a couple of feet apart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the same with the cuff on my left wrist, attaching it to the ring at the top of the pole.
The right wrist would be tricky, but it was important that I did it right so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn’t be easy, but I’d give myself plenty of time, and I’d taken the precaution of setting the alarm on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a little earlier, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no idea what had transpired here.
Carefully, she slipped the chain through the ring on her cuff, and then through the one on the pole, the lock already hooked through the end link on one end. It took a frustrating amount of time, and she almost dropped it a couple of times, but, eventually, she was able to secure the end links together, the key still inside the padlock. It would take effort, but she was confident that she’d left enough wiggle room to free herself when the timer went off.
She looked in the mirror. It was impossible not too, since the poles forced her to face it. God, she looked… slutty.
“Like a dog slut,” she repeated. “I am a nasty little slut who wants to fuck dogs. And maybe horses, the amended, blushing furiously at that admission, even though there was no one to hear her almost silent whisper.
After that, there was nothing to do but wait, anticipation and frustration making her anxious, so much so that she considered freeing herself and just going home, unsure now if she wanted to see this through. A glance at her phone told her that a little over a half hour had gone by since she’d chained herself to the poles.
“Fifteen more minutes,” she told herself, “and then…”
She felt a stab of disappointment after half of that had gone by, followed by a jolt of panic as a soft jingle caught her attention, followed by the soft chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room to investigate. From where she stood, she couldn’t see him, but she knew that, if he came all the way in, she’d be able to see his reflection.
“Here boy,” she called, softly, coaxing him further in until he was standing directly behind her, looking at her inquisitively. “Livvy has a treat for you.”
I felt my stomach clench, followed by my pussy, felt the trickle resume, making its way down the inside of my right thigh. And then I felt his hot breath on the back of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly, apparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and licking the peanut butter I’d smeared on my flesh once, than twice, his tongue wet and rough as it sent shivers of frenzied sexual desire up and down my spine and deep into my core.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, and then began to moan 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 taste and smell of my overheating cunt, or maybe he just into bitches – not girls, bitches – cause that is all that I am right now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki’s bitch the second his tongue slid up the inside of my thigh.
God, it was happening. I was really going through with it. If I had been able to think 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 cunt or my asshole. About how hard 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 feel his cock sinking into my cunt as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like a jack hammer, his knot swelling inside my hole, 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 waist, his furry haunches pressed into my thighs and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls inside of me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…
I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the image of the girl chained between two metal poles while being licked by a German Shepard.
And then, I feel his tongue on my ass cheek, finding more 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 keep looking,” I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of it incoherently, adding the occasional ‘good boy’ as encouragement, not that he needed any. I cried out when he found my asshole, and he paused, as if wondering if that meant he should stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he decided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to finish it. All this time I’d been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a while to registrar that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog porn video.
“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my cunt lips, and then again. I stated at my image, my legs spread, my arms spread, drool running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples swollen, my tits bouncing, his snout between my legs, his tongue extending…
“Fuck.” This time I almost shouted, startling him as I suddenly went over the edge, an orgasm wracking through my body. I caught sight of myself briefly, bent over as much as I could, his tongue slurping up and down my pussy, between my turgid lips, parting them…
When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This time Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was watch, encouraging him with more ‘good boys’ and ‘make your bitch come’ and whatever else came to mind. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo videos I’d watched in secret, embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I wanted to be the star. 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 bitch with your tongue. Make me come, good doggie, deeper, 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 intent on watching, that it took me several moments, very long moment during which I thought my heart would burst from my chest, to notice that Ilse’s friend, Scarlet, whose house I was in, whose dog was busy pushing his tongue deep into my cunt, was standing to my left, watching me with a enigmatic smile on her face.
Panicking at being found out and caught in the act, I fought against the chains that held me in place, unable to think straight, the end result being that the key I’d left in the padlock was shaken free, falling to the floor where there was no way I could get to it.
“So nasty,” Loki’s owner said, shaking her head. “Letting my dog at your dirty little cunt. 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 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 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 laugh, one that sent shivered up and down my spine. Rich and sensuous and cruel.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
She was older than me by about ten years, but she didn’t look it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair loose, brunette waves spilling over her shoulders, and she had killer legs. At present she was dressed casually in a skirt and a blouse.
“Loki. Sit,” she commanded briskly and just like that, he sat, leaving me trembling, a string of drool leaking from my mouth and down my chin until it hung, suspended for several heartbeats and then fell to the floor.
“Good boy.”
She was behind me now, petting the Shepard between the ears 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 catch mine in the wall length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said nothing, staring at her reflection, my face flushed red with embarrassment.
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