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Questing4Aldonza -> Dog Toy (7/29/2004 7:29:39 PM)
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Dog Toy
She sits on the edge of the bed, tapping the toe of her boot with the tip of her cane. She is almost on the verge of calling out when he emerges from the bathroom.
She beams; pleased by his smooth, freshly shaven body, by the way his face turns beet red and he sheepishly tries to cover his crotch with his hands. It delights her that he can be capable of such shame - no affectation, painfully real - particularly when she already knows so much of the dirty, nasty desires that lurk behind his wide, innocent eyes.
She smiles warmly at her new pet and points the cane at the carpet.
"Down," she says, firm but not harsh. "Crawl to me like the little bitch that you are!"
His face grows even redder, and he is shaken by a deep shuddering gasp, but slowly he sinks down onto all fours and, trembling every inch of the way, crawls to her.
She makes a note of how long he is taking to do things, but excuses it for the moment. It's his first night, and he will learn soon enough that she is not a woman to be kept waiting.
He reaches her and hesitates again, not sure what to do. He ponders kissing the boot dangling just inches from his face, but instead she orders, "Up! Beg, boy, beg!"
He rises up unto his knees. She lets the cane hover dangerously around his thighs, ready to give his hands a hard smack if he tries to cover himself again. But he's a good boy and raises his hands up, in imitation of a dog's front paws, though his stomach does barrel rolls at the thought that his cock is now jutting out at her, exposed and achingly hard, a tiny silvery dollop forming at the tip.
Her smile broadens. His body is not perfect by any means, but bodies can be changed... shaped, especially if one is properly... motivated. But after a thorough vetting of his mind, of his soul, she is satisfied she has chosen well.
Languidly extending her leg, she nudges his ball sac with her toe. He gulps down a deep breath, a tremor running through him. His eyes close and he whimpers dreamily. She raises her foot up a little higher, sliding it up and down the length of his shaft, her newest plaything.
She teases the velvety flesh of the tip and he grunts sweetly, but her smile suddenly fades. She clears her throat loudly, causing his eyes to snap open. He sees the glistening smear along the smooth black leather.
Leaning back on her elbows, she hikes her leg up to his mouth.
"Clean it!" she says, her tone telling him she will brook little more resistance beyond the grimace that has already twisted up his face. Their eyes meet; his pleading, hers adamant.
His mouth twitches, but he parts his lips and his tongue hesitantly peeks out. His eyes shut again as he licks his own stain from her boot. Her smile grows wider still as she studies the awkward way he continues to lick her boot, idly imagining another night, not long off, when he will be begging her to eat his seed, great slimy gobs of the stuff, off the very same boot.
He starts to lower his hands to hold her foot and finally receives his first corrective swat.
"Did I tell you to change positions?" she snaps.
"Ngh!" he grunts, torn between wanting to answer her and fearing what would happen if he should stop cleaning her boot.
She laughs softly and sits up, pulling her foot away.
"All right boy," she says, gently caressing his face, running her hands through his hair, in a tender, yet possessive gesture. "Get back down on all fours."
He drops down, and she is pleased to see he is already reacting faster. She reaches over and picks the bone off the bedspread.
It's a dog's chew toy, a thick, heavy rawhide bone, weighing almost three pounds.
"Open."
He complies, nervously eyeing the shiny chains that dangle from holes drilled into the knobby segments on the ends. She squats down beside him, gently wedging the bone into his mouth. She takes the end of one of the chains and slips her hand up underneath his collarbone, feeling his chest shaking as he breathes hard. She teases his left nipple with her fingertips, feeling it harden up nicely before setting the clamp to it.
"Gngh!" he cries through the bone, shuddering violently.
She puts her hand on the base of his neck and gives it a gentle squeeze, shushing him softly. She has to stretch a bit to fix the second clamp onto his other nipple. He bites down hard on the rawhide, the first tears of the night squeezing out from the corners of his tightly shut eyes.
She stands up, running her hand over the back of his head again. His jaw is already trembling with the effort of holding up the heavy bone.
She smiles, retrieves the cane, and walks unhurriedly around to stand behind him. His heart almost stops as he hears the cane swoosh through the air as she takes a practice swing.
"Welcome to your new life, my precious pet," she says, and the first slashing blow falls.
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