Strawberry Girl’s Slave Ch. 02

Literotic asexstories – Strawberry Girl’s Slave Ch. 02 by KillerOfDeath,KillerOfDeath
Strawberry girl’s slave Ch. 2

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Full bladder and an empty bed woke me up at dawn. I went to the living room to check on Ann, but she wasn’t there either. Bathroom was vacant too. Having no other alternative, I started walking around on all fours and kneeling to open doors to each room. First one was on the right side of the apartment. Behind the door my eyes uncovered a literal sex dungeon. All kinds of whips and batons hanging on the walls, dildos, cages and I mean literal cages that would fit a human inside, machines, crosses and so on.

Jeez, she was prepared for this. It was kind of scary, yet still my cock was desperately trying to get erect. I went to open the last door on the other side.

— Oh, hi! I didn’t realize you were an early bird — Ann said.

She was frowning, doing something on her computer, but after having seen me, she lightened up and moved over to pat my head. God, I still didn’t have a chance to cum normally and such gesture literally made me start moving my cage again. She noticed it too, since I was sitting on my feet.

¬– Hello to you too! — She said to my twitching cock. — Don’t tell me you’ve seen the other room.

I forgot to close the doors to the sex room, which was visible from here. I nodded.

— Oh, no. It was supposed to be a surprise after our first walk together. Because we are going for a walk soon, you know?

I started barking and went to the exit to show her how crucial it was, to go on this walk right now. She laughed and told me, that I’m learning fast. It was embarrassing, but at the same time weirdly comforting.

— Aren’t you afraid of other people?

Oh, fuck, I was so focused on my need, I forgot about that.

— Don’t be — Ann continued. — This neighborhood is rather empty and secluded, as you know. Most flats here are owned by private investors or investment funds, so no need to worry. Well, I mean, there are also some strangers, obviously, but where would be the fun in walking you on a leash, if there were no stakes?

That last sentence… She was crazy! But also beautiful and when I though about it, it felt like she cared about me, comforting me in bed last night and now, before going on this walk.

No further ado, she leashed my collar, checked my tail, my cage and we ventured outside. The corridor floor was a white, cold marble. Walls were made of black stone full of colorful modern art. We got to the end of the hallway with a high window overlooking the whole city further down the hill. Cars and people looking like tiniest beings strolling around without a goal between restored historic tenements mixed with modern architectural colossi and lumps of trees everywhere. I knew these places all too well, but to visit them naked and on a leash had to be an entirely different experience. The sun was beginning it’s climb up the heavens, as we began climbing down the skyscrapers’ stairs, because the elevator wasn’t working. Walking down on all fours was scary at first, but I quickly got used to it, although it was quite exhausting and time consuming to go all the way down from the 16th floor. We got to the exit through a spacious hall at ground floor and for the first time exited the building together.

She walked me to the grass patch near the door and waited. Morning air enveloped our noses with its fresh smell and a mixture of scents of paved sidewalk and grass. Grass was still cold from the night and through its blades I felt irregular, soft dirt. Peeing in public toilets with people nearby was difficult enough, but this was on another level, even though there was only her. We’ve been standing like that for a few minutes before I finally focused enough to let it out. Warm fluid escaped my body and splashed on the ground. For good thirty seconds I stood there and kept peeing. When I was done, something clicked in my mind again. I felt like her dog even more now.

¬– Good boy!

Gosh, I loved the sound of her voice, so feminine and soft, yet decisive and confident.

— Let’s go. We won’t be long, just to stretch our bones.

One can’t stretch bones, but whatever. She pulled on the leash and I followed her. She had running shoes, white ankle socks, some grey sweatpants, a plain white T-shirt and a duffle bag. Complete opposition of what she had yesterday, yet somehow still as girly and cute. Maybe it was just her. We were walking along the sidewalk to the steps leading downwards from that little elevated yard, straight to the park across the street. Not too far from where I had hit her car. Luckily there was nobody around, because it was really early on the Sunday, so probably most people were still fast asleep.

We found a secluded place with more trees and bushes and walked through them. The tall grass was scratching me everywhere, but I’d much rather experience that, than being seen by a stranger. Finally, we stopped. She opened her bag, laid out a blanket on the ground and fell onto her back. She patted the blanket next to her, so I laid too. We enjoyed a moment of silence. I mean nature silence – so birds chirping everywhere, dogs barking, frogs ribbiting by a pond nearby and so on.

— I love such little moments. Just enjoying the world and its smallest inhabitants, but it’s so much better with my doggie near me.

She looked me in the eyes and allowed me to talk, but I couldn’t find any words. Her big, dark eyes. Her one dimple and soft round cheeks. I started blushing and she laughed with that beautiful voice of hers yet again.

— Ann… I mean Mistress… I mean… I…

That was how stupid I sounded. Literally couldn’t talk because of her and yet she kissed me. I felt her soft lips on mine for a mere second, but it felt like heavenly eternity.

— What did you want to tell me again?

— I… I…

That was it. My brain shut off completely. She laughed once more as she laid on her back to look at the brightening sky. We laid there in a comfortable silence and I began to feel itchy on my palms and legs from all the grass walking.

— All right, you are a doggie again. Catch!

She took off her shoe and threw it quite far into the bushes. I didn’t even feel that humiliated, just happy to have it in my mouth. I walked over there feeling every scratch and tickle on my naked body. It took some time, because humans aren’t really made for walking on hands and knees. But was I even human anymore? I wrapped my lips around the collar lining of the shoe and walked back. The strawberry scent was still there, so, naturally, my cage started moving violently. Ann had to notice. I put the shoe right beside her foot, looking at it, almost drooling. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I had a foot fetish, because of her.

— Doggie, you know what? I want you to take off the other one. You can use your paws.

My hands immediately got to work. First untying the laces, then as delicately as possible, removing her shoe from the heel and putting it beside the second one.

— Good job! Now socks. With your mouth.

God, I wanted to touch myself so badly. I gripped her sock at the ankle and slowly peeled it off. My nose and upper lip were sliding on her smooth foot and I started getting close to the edge. I thought it was impossible in the cage. The sock rolled inside out and I put it in her shoe. The other one I took off from the base at her toes. I touched some of them with my mouth and now I was sure it was possible to edge like that. I put the other one in her shoe too and stood there unable to get my eyes off her soft, pale soles, though trying desperately to calm down.

— Stand up, doggie.

I kneeled, because that’s how dogs are supposed to stand up.

— Open your mouth.

God, where was this going?

— And beg me to put them in.

She didn’t have to ask twice. I started barking and moving my hands like a submissive dog its paws. She waited some time, visibly enjoying herself, seeing me so submissive and finally put both socks in my mouth, with the inside out one first. God, it was indescribable. The socks had weird texture, like stuffing a whole pack of earbuds in one’s mouth and they seemed tasteless, but it didn’t matter. A mere thought of them being on her feet just a second ago, along with the strawberry smell, made my cage shake so much, that I had to close my eyes for a while and focus on the birds chirping not to go over.

— Now lay.

I laid next to her.

— Nuh-uh. Lay on the grass by my soles. And no touching, just looking.

I fell there immediately, despite the itchiness of the dirt.

— On your back, dog.

I rolled to my back and instinctively put my arms and legs out like paws. She was sitting with her feet almost touching my face and looking at my jumping cage, she suddenly put her shoes on my stomach next to my cock. It was so much harder to hold back now.

— Sorry, but I don’t want my shoes on the blanket and you seemed like you didn’t mind.

Then, she fell onto her back again and started reading some printed papers. I kept staring at her soles. They looked so pale and soft, it was really difficult to focus on anything else. I even stopped worrying about people seeing us. Her feet looked small from far away, but here they were just perfect. Also her toes were so slim, yet not slender. And the feeling of her shoes resting on my stomach. Everything was just too much. I started barking to keep myself sane. I wanted to ask her about those sheets. She looked at me and allowed me to take her socks out and talk.

— Mistress, what are those papers?

— You busybody — she said with a smile. — It’s just some work related stuff. I’m really close to getting a particular deal done and I have to thoroughly check everything. Honestly, if it wasn’t for you, I’d be much more stressed, so thank you, doggie.

I blushed again. One compliment, even if I didn’t do anything to deserve it, meant a whole world to me. I wanted her not to feel stressed at all, though, so I frowned a little. As she saw that, she smiled again with concern and moved to lay on her belly next to me with feet in the air.

— No, don’t be sad! I think I got it and it’s much easier to bear the wait with you.

— I just wish I could help you somehow.

— You are! I like the way you look at me and how obedient you are. It destresses me.

I just kept looking entranced by her eyes. Slowly our faces were getting closer until our lips met again. This time the kiss was longer. I thought that it was it, but suddenly she started to suck on my lip, which was much more intense than I thought. My only experience coming from movies. I put my arm around her back, making her shoes fall to the ground and she slid to lay on me. I felt her hands brushing my hair, her breasts pushing against my chest, her legs enveloping mine. In addition she was positioned right above my cage. My heart was racing. At that time there was nothing else on the planet, but her laying on me. Then, a moment later, as abruptly as it all began, it stopped. She started putting her shoes on, smiling teasingly. Fuck, she loved my desperation.

— Ann?

Before I got to say anything else, two wet socks were put in my mouth.

— No talking. You’re a dog again.

I was so horny, I’d do anything to make it last longer.

— Doggie, your tail is wagging so much. Is it because of me?

I just barked with mouth full of socks. I wouldn’t have known what to say, even if I was allowed to talk, such a mush my mind was. She packed the blanket and we went back.

At the entrance she stopped to admire the rising sun. We stood there for a while and I started getting uncomfortable at the thought, that someone could see us. Indeed a moment later I saw movement in the high-rise on the other side of the yard. She caught it too and smiled widely at me, but as those strangers began opening their exit, we quickly moved inside and disappeared. Thank God.

The climb up the 16th floor had begun once again. When we arrived at the door, she unleashed me, took out the socks and told me to put them in the washing machine, then to take a shower. My palms and knees were literally black, so happily I obliged. It took me a while to clean all that dirt. Next I went to Ann. She was in the office, focused on her work, so I went around the chair, stood up and started massaging her. I’d never really done it before, but once my friend, who was studying physiotherapy, told me to look for tense spots, which should feel like hard, tiny balls of nerves and push on them. Ann had a lot of such places. I was afraid to not overstep her boundaries, but hearing her soft moans and feeling her tiny shoulders relax under my touch, I believed she was content.

— Thank you, doggie. In a moment I’ll be getting a call about that deal. Wanna keep me company?

— Of course.

We sat at the sofa in the living room, hugging each other. She was deeply focused, so I abstained from saying anything, not wishing to disturb her. Finally, her phone rang. She waited a while, then answered. They were talking about real estate. She was very eloquent, sharp and managed to stand her ground. I couldn’t make out every detail, but it seemed she was selling some property near downtown. When I heard the price, my jaw dropped. I couldn’t even imagine such numbers, yet here she was making it all seem like talking to a toddler. They agreed and ended the call.

— We’re rich! — She screamed and kissed me on the cheek.

Now we’re rich? As if she wasn’t one of the wealthiest people before.

— Don’t your mommy’s feet deserve a little kiss? They do, but you’ll have to work for it.

Fuck, I was more than ready to worship them as if they were the most fragile gift from high heavens. Also calling herself mommy. Did she wish for me to acquire another fetish?

— We’re ordering dinner tonight. Also, after that, I might have a little surprise for you, but you’ll have to wait patiently for now… And a little painful humiliation session before all of that too. What do you say?

I nodded my head rapidly. I didn’t know if it was because of my inborn submissiveness, or if she turned me into a masochist, but the thought of her, such a cute, tiny, girly person, bringing me to the edge of my endurance by turning my testicles into her stress balls or fucking my ass as if I was a woman, turned me on so much, I could burst in a second.

— Go to the fun room and wait for me on the table.

I crawled there and she went to the bedroom. The “fun” room wasn’t too big. At least relatively to the whole apartment. There were some tables and crosses near the walls with all sorts of equipment on them. Different gags, masks, vibrators and other weird machines, that I’d never seen before. There was also one table on wheels in the middle of the room with straps in the front and the back. I climbed on it and waited. She came back in converse shoes, fishnets, black leather skirt over them, black lipstick on and a literal bralette. Not revealing, but still extremely hot.

— Finally I can focus all my attention on you.

She strapped my hands and legs to the table and pulled out my tail. I felt how much bigger my hole got. She even removed my cage, which made me hard immediately. Suddenly I heard loud wheels rolling on the floor and saw a dildo attached to some sort of a machine on a small moving table right by my face.

— If you suck, it’s going to be easier.

I started sucking vigorously and she turned it on for a moment, making me choke a little and making her laugh. She rolled this one away and at once I felt it going in and out of my ass. At least it was fairly slow and not too big. Then, she put another machine with a dildo on it in front of me and turned it on, making me suck it, right after putting a ring gag in my mouth. Next she moved to my cock, putting it through some plastic hole, but I quickly found out, that it was all about the balls. The plastic sheets began squeezing them, as she was tightening the attached screws. My balls weren’t even squeezed that much, but the longer I had it on, the more immense the pain got. Because of that, I started moaning, while sucking, which in turn made me drool so much, my spit was dripping onto the table and the floor. Lastly, she put nipple clamps on me.

— One little adjustment.

She pulled me back by my hair, put the nipple clamps’ chain over the dildo and let me suck again. The chain wasn’t long, so it was pulling tightly and the spins were moving along with the dildo a little, so it felt even worse. She also put the spins right on the nipples, not the skin around them, so it was all the more painful, especially after mixing with the pain in the balls. I felt my whole body getting sore from within. Finally she climbed the table and literally sat on me. All that, just so she could have a comfy seat. Weirdly, she was scarcely any weight at all.

— How are we feeling, doggie?

I tried barking onto the dildo, which barely even resembled it.

— Your moans indicate, that it’s not so bad.

She made me self conscious about my continuous moaning and somehow a little embarrassed, but I just couldn’t stop.

— What do you say to speeding up a bit?

I actually wanted it, which again, made me ashamed, but I was too horny to care.

— Beg me.

Jesus. I did my best to keep barking, but it blended with my moans and so out of my mouth came out a mixture of intermittent, desperate sounds. Nonetheless, at last she agreed and sped up the machine at the back, but also moved it a little closer, so the dildo pushed deeper. The tempo and the sudden change made me feel like a toy constructed simply for Ann’s pleasure. The dildo was going almost all the way in, stretching my tightening from arousal ass again and again. The one in front wasn’t neither so deep, nor so fast, but it was making me feel like a slut. I had saliva all over myself and the taste of silicone, slightly resembling that of rubber, along with being fucked, made me quickly get dangerously near the edge. Also the pain was becoming greater by the minute. At first it was slightly bothersome, but now I had to wriggle around all the time, hoping to somehow, magically decrease it, but obviously it did no good. Soreness of my balls, even though they were only slightly pushed from both sides by the plastic mechanism, felt almost as if someone was standing on them, though I didn’t even know what it was like. In spite of that, I wished I’d have experienced it in the nearest future. My nipples, although the tightness of the spins was the same all the time, felt as if it was increasing by the second, stinging more and more. I was moaning and wriggling beneath Ann, but had to shut up entirely, because she began ordering food. She was literally talking to a stranger on the phone, whiIe I was drooling with both holes stuffed, sore in the most vulnerable parts of my body and being pushed by the dildos from both sides like a worthless whore underneath her. Finally, after what seemed like eternity, she ended the call. I started barking to let her know, in a minute I’d go over the edge. Suddenly both machines slowed down significantly making it easier to get off it.

— Your cage was swirling around so much, I thought you’d cum again. We can’t allow that. Listen, I’ll go prepare lunch, you stay there and don’t cum. If anything happens, just yell. After having eaten, we’ll check on these balls.

She smiled, jumped off me and went to the kitchen, but came back shortly with my bowl and put it right under the tip of my cock.

— Your food goes in there no matter what. That’s to motivate you to stay strong. Whoopsie, I think I accidentally sped up the machine a bit too. Sorry, but I have no time to adjust it, the meat is frying!

She walked out so nonchalantly and slowly. I really was nothing else than a mindless toy. I wanted to look at her some more, even to see her laugh at me being so helpless, but a swift realization occurred. Had I been able to admire her further, my bowl would have been full already. Now only one goal lingered in my mind. To focus on anything else, but the pleasure of humiliation and torture. Despite the machines’ slow pace, staying strong was becoming ever so difficult. I realized, that the pain itself made it harder not to climax. With each passing moment the inevitable was becoming clearer. After some more minutes, I could tell the cum was almost ready to burst. Then, suddenly, she came back with a bowl of sauced meat and some vegetables sticking out of it. It smelled really nice allowing me to flip my attention onto the dish rather than my feelings. I was ready to swallow it whole, while she was putting it in my bowl, but she didn’t stop the machines. Staring me deep in the eyes with, she bit her lip. God. In a second I was a at the verge of giving up again.