{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"082c4a9d-fe5a-49aa-980a-add677d61be9","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2023-12-19T01:06:10.719Z","title":"Olivia's Dog Slut Fantasies - Loki","slug":"olivias-dog-slut-fantasies-loki","shortId":"JFv9PZ2L","authorNote":"I have fantasies, ones that I can't share with anyone I know. So I'm sharing them here. Enjoy.","disclaimer":"Not to be reproduced without consent or permission.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Olivia is asked to look in on a friend's dog giving her space to explore her fantasy of being a dog slut.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"3cda89cc-a13d-43b0-9db0-30e5b315c226","title":null,"summary":"It was something I’d noticed once, just in passing. At a\nparty at Scarlet’s house. A pair of sturdy-","wordCount":7499,"readTime":38,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

It was something I’d noticed once, just in passing. At a\nparty at Scarlet’s house. A pair of sturdy-looking poles in one of the guest\nrooms. Normally, the door was closed, but not that one time. They were about\nthree feet high and place about 3 or 4 feet apart, rising up from the floor in\nfront of a large mirror on the wall. I couldn’t have seen them if I had just\nwalked by, but, curious, I’d gone in for a minute or two. I hadn’t really\nthought too much about them at first, but every once in a while, the image\nreasserted itself in my head, and began to create a scenario around it, one\nthat, as time went by, got more and more… elaborate and detailed.

Of course, that’s all it was. A fantasy. Something to tease\nmyself with when I was feeling particularly dirty. When I was pretending to be\nLivvy, the dog slut, instead of Olivia. And it would have stayed that way, if\nit wasn’t for my Emily…

“I promised Scarlet that I’d stop by and check on Loki - her\ndog. She’s gone all day and she asked If I’d mind.”

“Weren’t you and Rick having an evening in?” I asked,\nchecking the time. A little after 1pm.

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

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

“Would you mind, O?”

“Not at all,” I told her truthfully, my thoughts immediately\nfocusing on the mysterious guest room.

“I owe you.” She described to me where I could find the\nspare house key and how to turn off the alarm. \n“She’ll be home around 9, so if you could spend a couple of hours with\nhim? He’s very friendly and well-behaved. She says he’s usually pretty quiet in\nthe afternoons and that he likes peanut butter if you want to give him\ntreats. There’s a jar in the cupboard.\nLove you.”

“Love you too, Em,” I told her and that was that. Or it\nwould have been, only I chose that moment to remember the poles and, without\nmeaning to, I began to form a plan that had nothing to do with what Emily had\nasked of me…

Loki, a very handsome German Shepard, met me at the door,\neager for company. As Em had said, he was well-behaved and friendly. While I\ndid my best to act casual, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I\ncould feel it against my ribs and I was a little breathless and a bit dizzy as\nI closed and locked the door behind me.

Setting down my backpack, I played with him a bit, petting\nhim, scratching behind his ears, called him a ‘good boy’, and all that. He\nlooked like he needed a bit more, so we ended up going out back where I could\nthrow a tennis ball for him. He loved playing fetch, apparently, so we did that\nuntil he decided that it was time to stop. Giving him a kiss on the nose (which\nre-ignited my heart once more) I topped off his food bowl and changed his water\nand 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\nrisky and that it might not turn out as I’d envisioned, but that it was worth\nthe risk. Fetching my backpack, I made my way to the room that I’d remembered.\nAs usual, the door was closed securely. None of the other doors in the house\nwere, only this one. I took a moment to wonder about that, and then put it out\nof my mind, opening it up and entering. While the mirror was still there,\nexactly as I remembered it, the poles weren’t. A stab of disappointment went\nthrough me as I walked over to stand before the tall reflective device and made\na face at myself in it. So much for that. And then, I noticed the small patches\nin the carpet where there wasn’t any carpet. Kneeling, I looked closer. It\nlooked like there were holes hidden in the weave… I used the flashlight on my\nphone and saw that they were threaded so that you could screw something into\nthe floor.

Now I was on a quest. I should mention that the mirror\nwasn’t the only thing in the room. On the wall behind it hung a good-sized\nflat-screen tv. A small desk was against the wall to the right, facing a window\nto the back yard, so that it was the first thing most people saw when entering\nthe room, and against the opposite wall were a pair of plush-looking chairs to\neither side of sliding doors – presumably, a closet. If they were in here,\nthey’d be in there. First, though, I closed the blinds, making sure that no one\ncould see in. The slats created enough ambient light so that I didn’t need to\nturn the lights on, so I simply left them off. And then, I went to the closet,\nfingers crossed that what I was looking for would be inside…

And they were. Pretty obvious, too. Not only that, but there\nwere more than one pair, giving me a choice, something I didn’t expect. Now\nthat I knew I could carry out my plan, I set it into motion, knowing that, if I\nthought 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.\nHaving already left my sneakers by the back door, it didn’t take me long to\nshed everything, including my bra and my panties (which were embarrassingly\ndamp at this point – in fact, I was leaking pretty heavily in anticipation). I\nfolded them all, taking my time, edging myself, in a way, with the anticipation\nof what I hoped would happen.

I paused, savoring the feeling of being naked in someone’s\nhouse I hardly knew. Glancing at the clock, I noticed it was close to 3.\nScarlet would be home around 9, Em had said. Plenty of time. Going back to the\ncloset, I examined the poles. There were, in all, three sets, all about four\nfeet tall. Curious, I took a closer look. One set had slots running up each\npole, with a pair of metal rings set into it. Kneeling, I discovered that it\nworked kind of like a track, where you could move the ring up and down the\nrings up and down the entire length of the pole. Interesting.

The second had a fixed ring at the bottom of the pole and\none on top. That was the one I’d remembered seeing that night. My hand trembled\nas I ran it up and down the smooth metal. It was cool to the touch and polished\nso that I could see my blurry reflection in it, my tits rising and falling\nlewdly with each quickening breath. God, I wanted to touch myself, maybe even\nmake myself come, but I resisted. There’s plenty of time for that later, I told\nmyself.

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

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

And then I couldn’t help myself. I stood close to the pole,\nlegs spread wide as I observed my reflection in the mirror, and began to rub\nmyself up and down on it, smearing the metal with my juices, letting out a\nlittle moan as I started to get out of control as I tried to concentrate on the\nlewd image in the looking glass. Fuck, I felt so sexy. Suddenly, I couldn’t\ntake it. I needed to get started with the real adventure. I’d packed a few\nthings 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,\ntossed the cushion to one side and took a seat on the wood surface. Closing my\neyes, I did my best to calm myself a little, but it was nearly impossible, so I\ngave up. God, I was leaking all over the seat already. That would have been\nhard to explain if I’d left the cushion.

I glanced at the clock again. Plenty of time, but now I was\ntoo eager to get started not to hurry myself along. I started with the cuffs,\nplacing them on the surface of the desk in a neat and orderly fashion. A pair\nfor my wrists and one for my ankles. They were leather. A pair of silver\nbuckles would secure them. A single metal ring was on the opposite side so that\nyou could secure a rope or a chain.

A collar. A thick\nleather one with a single buckle and a ring to attach, presumably, a leash. It\nwas an actual dog collar, purchased at a pet store. I’d also picked out a tag\nfor it and used one of those machines they have to etch my name, or the one I\nuse when I’m having these kind of fantasies – Livvy. And, on the other side,\nI’d etched something else. Dog Slut.

I wanted to put it on right now. I was afraid that, if I\ndidn’t, I’d talk myself out of this. It would start the transformation. My\nfingers were a little shaky as I buckled it around my throat. I stood a moment,\nand went over to the mirror and adjusted it a little. God, my nipples were hard\nand I could see the shine of my pussy juices on the insides of my thighs. Once\nagain, I decided to leave them there and not touch myself. It was hard. Almost\nimpossible, but I managed to simply sit down at the desk again and continue\nunpacking.

Next came four short lengths of chain and four padlocks, the\nkeys still in them. I was getting close to the end, when I would actually put\neverything on. I felt a little sick for a moment so I took a moment to simply\nclose my eyes and try to slow my breathing. I could feel heat spreading all\nover my body, heat and arousal – it was almost enough to eclipse the fear and\nthe shame that burned within me as well, knowing that I was sure I was going to\nfollow through with my plan.

A dress came next. I guess you could call it a cocktail\ndress. It was black and made of sheer material. Had I worn in in public, I’d be\narrested. It was also incredibly short. Standing up it would cover my puss and\nmost of my ass. Just barely, though. Thin straps would keep it from sliding\ndown. I would accent my wanton nature rather than diminish it.

Last thing. A jar of peanut butter. That was the most\nimportant item, despite it being the least obvious. Taking a deep breath, I\nbegan. With one foot on the desk, I wrapped a cuff around my right ankle,\nbuckling it securely, and then did the same with my left. Then the same with my\nwrist cuffs. After that, I slipped my dress on and, once again, admired myself\nin front of the mirror. I looked like what I was. A slut.

“A dog slut,” I whispered, licking my lips with anticipation\nfor what I hoped would happen.

I went back to the desk and grabbed the peanut butter,\nunscrewing the top, then stood before my reflection again, watching as the girl\nsunk a pair of fingers into the jar and began to smear it on her body – on my\nbody. On the insides of my thighs, on my ass cheeks, on my mound, and then,\nmore daringly, on my pussy lips, between my cheeks, my asshole, my clit and as\nmuch as I could push into my dripping wet cunt.

Replacing the cap, I\nmoved between the poles, trance-like. It really did feel like I was hypnotized,\nlike I was watching myself do this, unable to put a stop to it. First, I put the keys to my ankle cuffs and\nthe 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\nthe base of the pole before securing both ends on the ring of my cuff,\nfollowing suit on the other side, forcing my legs to spread a couple of feet\napart. It would be uncomfortable, but doable. Then I did the same with the cuff\non 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\ndid it right so that I could escape when the time came. It wouldn’t be easy,\nbut I’d give myself plenty of time, and I’d taken the precaution of setting the\nalarm on my phone for 6. Ilse had said J would be home at 9. Even if she was a\nlittle earlier, I would be long gone by the time she got home, with no idea\nwhat had transpired here.

Carefully, I slipped the chain through the ring on the cuff,\nand then through the one on the pole, the lock already hooked through the end\nlink on one end. It took a frustrating amount of time, and I almost dropped it\na couple of times, but, eventually, I was able to secure the end links\ntogether, the key still inside the padlock. It would take effort, but I was\nconfident that I’d left enough wiggle room to free myself when the timer went\noff.

I looked in the mirror. It was impossible not to, since the\npoles forced me to face it. God, I looked… slutty.

“Like a dog slut,” I repeated. “I am a nasty little slut who\nwants to fuck dogs;” blushing furiously at that admission, even though there\nwas no one to hear my almost silent whisper.

After that, there was nothing to do but wait, anticipation\nand frustration making me anxious, so much so that I considered freeing myself\nand just going home, unsure now if I wanted to see this through. A glance at my\nphone told revealed that a little over a half hour had gone by since I’d\nchained myself to the poles.

“Fifteen more minutes. \nAnd then…”

I felt a stab of disappointment after half of that had gone\nby, followed by a jolt of panic as a soft jingle caught my attention, followed\nby the soft chuff of Loki as he strode slowly into the room to investigate.\nFrom where I stood, I couldn’t see him, but knew that, if he came all the way\nin, I’d be able to see his reflection.

“Here boy,” I called, softly, coaxing him further in until\nhe was standing directly behind me, looking inquisitive. “Livvy has a treat for\nyou.”

I felt my stomach clench, followed by my pussy, felt the\ntrickle resume, making its way down the inside of my right thigh. And then I\nfelt his hot breath on the back of my thigh, heard him sniffing softly,\napparently liking what he smelled, his tongue slipping out of his mouth and\nlicking the peanut butter I’d smeared on my flesh once, then twice, his tongue\nwet and rough as it sent shivers of frenzied sexual desire up and down my spine\nand deep into my core.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, and then began to moan as he went after\nhis treat in earnest. Apparently peanut butter was the right choice. He seemed\nto like it, or maybe it was the taste and smell of my overheating cunt, or\nmaybe he just into bitches – not girls, bitches – cause that is all that I am\nright now. I went from being a dog slut to Loki’s bitch the second his tongue\nslid up the inside of my thigh.

God, it was happening. I was really going through with it.\nIf I had been able to think calmly, I might have been freaked out. As it was,\nall I could do was think about him licking me, about how his tongue would feel\nin my cunt or my asshole. About how hard I would cum and how often. About what\nwould happen if he tried to mount me. I wasn’t sure if he could while I was\nchained like this, but maybe, if I could unchain myself, he would. I wanted to\nfeel his cock sinking into my cunt as he claimed me, feel him fucking me a like\na jackhammer, his knot swelling inside my hole, locking us together just before\nhe floods me with his doggy cum. I wanted to feel it leaking slowly out of me\nas he stood there, his forelegs wrapped possessively around my waist, his furry\nhaunches pressed into my thighs and ass, panting as he pushes and pulls inside\nof me, his slobbering dripping on my exposed back and neck…

I glanced up, remembering the mirror, focusing on the image\nof the girl chained between two metal poles while being licked by a German\nShepard.

And then, I feel his tongue on my ass cheek, finding more of\nthe yummy treat, and I start to shake even harder, knowing that I could not\nstop this, that I didn’t want to stop this.

“That’s it, Loki. Get it all. There’s more, lots more, just\nkeep looking,” I managed, mostly just babbling whatever came to mind, some of\nit incoherently, adding the occasional ‘good boy’ as encouragement, not that he\nneeded any. I cried out when he found my asshole, and he paused, as if\nwondering if that meant he should stop. I almost broke down sobbing until he\ndecided that the peanut butter was just too yummy not to finish it. All this\ntime I’d been watching myself, too, although it had taken me a while to\nregister that I was watching myself, not some nasty dog porn video.

“Fuck,” I gasped, feeling his tongue brush against my cunt\nlips, and then again. I stated at my image, my legs spread, my arms spread,\ndrool running down my chin and dripping into my tits, my aching nipples\nswollen, my tits bouncing, his snout between my legs, his tongue extending…

“Fuck.” This time I almost shouted, startling him as I\nsuddenly went over the edge, an orgasm wracking through my body. I caught sight\nof myself briefly, bent over as much as I could, his tongue slurping up and\ndown my pussy, between my turgid lips, parting them…

When I could see straight again, the image had shifted. This\ntime Loki was before me, his snout pushing into my pussy. All I could do was\nwatch, encouraging him with more ‘good boys’ and ‘make your bitch come’ and\nwhatever else came to mind. It was so much nastier than any of the zoo videos\nI’d watched in secret, embarrassed to admit to anyone how much I wanted to be\nthe star. Mostly because it was me, and it was really happening. And because,\ninstead of being disgusted, I was turned on beyond description.

“Oh, god, yes, fuck your bitch with your tongue. Make me come, good doggie, deeper, Loki,\ndeeper.”

I watched myself, unable to tear my eyes away from the\nmirror, as I came again, his tongue brushing roughly over my clit, moaning and\nsobbing and begging him to keep going. I was so intent on watching, that it\ntook me several moments, very long moment during which I thought my heart would\nburst from my chest, to notice that Ilse’s friend, Scarlet, whose house I was\nin, whose dog was busy pushing his tongue deep into my cunt, was standing to my\nleft, watching me with an enigmatic smile on her face.

Panicking at being found out and caught in the act, I fought\nagainst the chains that held me in place, unable to think straight, the end\nresult being that the key I’d left in the padlock was shaken free, falling to\nthe 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.\nWhat a nasty little whore.”

I shook my head, trying to explain myself but unable to get\nmore than a few words out before another orgasm hit me. I managed to grab at\nthe poles so I wouldn’t collapse, barely registering her words as she came\ncloser.

“Emily let me know you’d be dropping by. We both had our\nsuspicions, so I activated the camera and watched for a while until I was sure\nof what you were up to. And once I was,\nI decided to cut my evening short.”

“God, I’m sorry, please, I’ll never do anything like this\nagain.”

She laughed. It was a nice laugh, one that sent shivered up\nand 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\nlook it. She was slender and fit, and wore her hair loose, brunette waves\nspilling over her shoulders, and she had killer legs. At present she was\ndressed casually in a skirt and a blouse.

“Loki. Sit,” she commanded briskly and just like that, he\nsat, leaving me trembling, a string of drool leaking from my mouth and down my\nchin until it hung, suspended for several heartbeats and then fell to the\nfloor.

“Good boy.”

She was behind me now, petting the Shepard between the ears\nfondly, her eyes on him, not on me.

“He’s very well trained,” she said with a soft chuckle,\nlifting her eyes so that she could catch mine in the wall-length mirror. Not knowing how to respond, I said nothing,\nstaring at her reflection, my face flushed red with embarrassment.

“He knows all sorts of commands.”

I gasped as I felt her fingers brushing against the cheek of\nmy ass, than trailing along my hip bone, and along my flank as she moved in\nfront 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\nit over, shaking her head as she read the inscription on the other side.

“Dog slut.”

I found myself blushing even harder, if that was possible as\nshe let go of it, and held her phone out, so that I could see the screen. On\nit, I watched a recorded video of me preparing myself. Of me stripping, putting\non the cuffs, smearing peanut butter on myself… of me chaining myself to the\npoles.

“It’s still recording, ‘Livvy’, although it will be easy\nenough to edit if I decide to do so.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked uncertainly, unable to\nmeet her gaze.

“I’m going to watch as this plays out, although I think I’m\ngoing to make some changes before I let Loki enjoy himself some more.”

Loki, I noticed, was looking back and forth, his gaze\nfollowing whoever was talking at the moment, his tail thumping happily on the\ncarpeting.

“Stay. Good boy,” Scarlet told him, scratching between his\nears before retrieving the pair of poles with only two rings.

“You missed these,” she told me, setting them, one at a\ntime, before me and screwing them into the floor like I’d done with the others\nso that they were several feet in front of me, even with the ones I’d chained\nmyself to.

“You ever suck a dog’s cock before, Livvy?”

“What? No, never,” I admitted, feeling lust that had been\nsomewhat quelled at Scarlet’s interruption, rising again deep within.

“Ever been fucked?”

This time, I just shook my head, and then, very softly made\nmy confession. “Until now, I’d never… done anything with… a dog. It was all\njust a fantasy. I just… I had to know…”

“Oh,” she said, sounding surprised. Then, there it was\nagain. That rich, sensuous, cruel laugh.

“Then this will be a special treat.”

She found the keys for the padlocks and unlocked my wrists.\n“Kneel down for me, Livvy.” I did my best to comply, with her help.

“Right hand first, please.”

I held my right hand up so that she could pull it towards\nthe other pole, locking my cuff directly to it.

“Now the left.”

And just like that, I was on my knees, bent over, my arms\nout in front of me.

“Almost there. Be patient.” I thought, at first, that she\nwas talking to me, but when I glanced in the mirror, I realized that she was\naddressing her dog.

“Fuck,” I breathed, too quiet for her to hear, my eyes going\nwide as my imagination went into full gear. In this position, she could make me\ndo either… suck his cock or let him fuck me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop\nher. And it wouldn’t be me. It wouldn’t be my fault. It was out of my control…

“One more thing, Livvy.” She’d found a belt in the closest.\nI hadn’t really explored it earlier, my eyes only on the prize.

“More for looks than anything else.”

She buckled it around my waist, looping the discarded chains\nfrom earlier through rings attached to it and then through the middle rings on\nthe poles I’d chosen and then snapping them shut.

“You be a good girl and stay right there for me. It’ll give\nyou time to think about what’s to come. Come, Loki. I’m going to change and get\nmyself something to eat. Don’t worry. I’ll be back shortly.”

She left me like that, chained to the poles bent over, my\ncunt dripping fluids onto the carpeting, unable to look at myself in the mirror\nwhich was now only a few feet in front of me. I stared at the tag dangling from\nmy collar, repeating her words softly.

“Livvy. Dog slut. Have you ever sucked a dog’s cock before,\nLivvy? Have you ever been fucked by a dog?”

I found myself crying, tears welling up in my eyes. What had\nI done? What had my insatiable need gotten me into. It was just a fantasy. I\nnever meant for it to actually happen, and yet… it had felt so good. Loki\nlicking me while I was chained in front of the mirror. His rough tongue\ntraveling over my thighs, my ass, pushing between my cheeks, and then, that\nelectrifying moment when he’d discovered my cunt, how it had felt that first\ntime. I felt so dirty. It was the most taboos of taboos and yet, if she was\nhere right now with him, I’d be begging for her to let him lick me some more,\ndesperate to come again with his tongue pushed between my swollen lips, his\ncool nose pressing into my clit, his slobber coating my thighs.

“Dog slut,” I told my reflection accusingly. “You want it,\ndon’t you. You don’t want to admit it, but you want more, don’t you?”

Licking my lips, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath,\nletting it out slowly, before answering, my voice too quiet for even me to\nhear, 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\nforever, but it was probably more like fifteen or twenty minutes at most. When\nshe returned, Loki was at her side, his ears perking up when he saw me. Scarlet\nhad changed into a comfortable looking robe. Not a fuzzy pink one like you\nmight wear before going to bed. It was blue and shiny and wrapped tightly\naround her, the tie tight about her waist. The bottom fell almost to mid-thigh.\nShe was holding a glass of wine in one hand. The other was free.

“As promised, Livvy.”

She giggled a little as she walked Loki around me. Had I not\nbeen so nervous, I might have too. Instead I simply did my best not to pant or\nmoan or make any other sound that would embarrass me further, especially when\nshe stopped in front of me, Loki turned to the side between us, my eyes drawn\ndown between his haunches at the reddish tip protruding from his hairy sheath.\nHis cock. I’d seen pictures, of course, but never up close and personal.

“Tell Loki he’s a good boy, Livvy. Tell him how much you\nliked him licking your wet little pussy. Tell him how nice he made you come.”

I swallowed, lifting my gaze from his cock to Scarlet’s\nface, then back again and, finally, to Loki’s mouth. He looked happy, his red\nhanging haphazardly over his black lips. It almost looked like he was grinning\nat me. It made me wonder if he knew what was coming, and was looking forward to\nit?

“You’re a good boy,” I managed, stumbling over the words a\nlittle. “And thank you for…” I couldn’t, not in front of her, at least, but I\ndid anyway. “thank for… for using your tongue on my pussy and making me come…”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it now,” Scarlet said with a\nsmirk, kneeling down in front of me so that our faces were about even.

“You’re not the first girl Loki has service, Livvy, although\nit’s been a while since the last one. I’m going to go get comfortable and watch\nthe show. Like I said, he knows all sorts of commands.”

She took me by surprise, then, and kissed me, not just a\nlittle peck on the lips, but a porn star kiss, tongue and all. When she was\ndone, I was left breathless while she went over to one of the chairs flanking\nthe closet, pulling it out so she’d have a good view of me. Of us. I watched\nher lift her glass to her lips and take a small sip before setting it down on\none thigh, fingers cupping the bowl, her expression, eager.

“Loki. Kiss.”

I let out a startled gasp, surprised as Loki stepped forward\nand started licking my face. He wasn’t gentle, either, as he lapped away, his\ntongue wet with slobber. I even giggled as little at his apparent delight in\n‘kissing’ me. It was kind of gross and kind of fun and… I found myself\nunexpectedly aroused by it.

“Stick your tongue out, Livvy. Kiss him back.”

I opened my mouth to object, which he took as an invitation\nto put his tongue inside of it. Again, he wasn’t gentle, but he wasn’t hurting\nme. His breath didn’t stink, thankfully, like I thought it might. If fact, I\ncould detect peanut butter and pussy as he kissed me.

“Kiss. Him. Back, slut,” Scarlet repeated, making it sound\nlike an order. I obeyed, hesitantly at first, simply sticking my tongue out and\nletting him lick it, doing my best not to pull my head back when he got his\ntongue in my mouth.

“French him, Livvy. He’s not just some stray dog. He’s your\nlover for the evening, and he wants to show you a good time. You should do the\nsame.”

When put that way, I did my best, both to please her and to\nplease Loki. It was tentative at first, but I started to actually think of him\nas my lover. After all, he’d licked my pussy and made me come earlier and I was\npretty sure Scarlet was going to have him fuck me before the evening was over.\nSoon, I was licking his tongue while he licked mine, my mouth, my cheeks, and\nchin. He wasn’t exactly refined, but he was enthusiastic. I started to lose\nmyself a little, feeling my nipples hardening both due to anticipation and the\nso very wrongness of what I was doing, making out with a dog.

I spared a glance over at Scarlet. She’d untied her robe,\nbut it was still closed, and was taking a sip from her wine as she watched us.\nShe caught my eyes and smiled, then bared her teeth and ran the tip of her\ntongue along the edges. Shivering, I went back to kissing Loki, occasionally\npulling at the poles that secured my wrists to no avail.

By the time she gave the next command, my face was dripping\nwet. So was my pussy.

“Loki. Pussy.”

Loki abandoned me responding to his owner’s command\nimmediately. I swear I could hear an eager rumble in his chest as he circled\naround behind me, his fur brushing against my hip at one point. Scarlet laughed\nwhen I let out a moan at that simple contact.

“Someone’s turned on.”

My only response was a stuttering moan as I felt his head\npushing between my parted thighs and his eager hot breaths heating up my cunt.\nI moaned even louder when he began using his tongue to lap up my juices. Unable\nto help myself, I did my best to push myself back, closer, wanting to feel his\ntongue inside of me again.

“Oh, god,” I gasped, and then sighed as he found my swollen\nand sensitive clit. In just a few minutes he had me on the verge of coming\nagain. I could feel the heat rushing through me, my pulse pounding as I felt\nmyself getting closer and closer…

“Loki. Sit.”

I wanted to scream in frustration as he obeyed the command\nalmost immediately, leaving me hanging, teetering on the edge of a massive\norgasm, unable to do anything to push myself over.

“Poor thing,” Scarlet teased, my distress obvious. “Tell me\nwhat you want and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

I turned my head towards her. She’d pulled open her robe,\ngiving me a partial view of her tits. The nipple I could see was as swollen and\npussy as mine were. As she caught me staring, she slowly uncrossed her legs to\nreveal a nicely trimmed landing strip above her pretty pink pussy.

“While you’re cooling down a little, you should watch this.”

She picked up her phone and played with it until the screen\nbehind me lit up. I couldn’t see it, but I could see the images it displayed in\nthe mirror. Me chained to the poles. Me kissing Loki. Loki licking me. She’s\nrecorded it all. Of course she had. I should have been embarrassed and\nhumiliated, maybe even angry. Or scared. Instead all I could feel was lust as I\nwatched her dog tease me with his tongue. It was obvious I was enjoying it,\ntoo.

“Loki. Nipples.”

I didn’t even have a chance to registrar the words before he\nmade a short leap over my calf and stuck his head under my suspended body, his\ntongue warm and wet against the side of my tit, every once in a while brushing\nmy nipple and then concentrating on my hard nub until I began to writhe\nhelplessly, begging him to stop, her to make him stop. He nipped my breast with\nhis teeth and I let out a breathless scream.

“He wants you to stay still, Livvy. Don’t fight him or he’ll\nstart getting rough. Or maybe you’d like that. A nip here and there. Your tits.\nYour nipples. Your tender little pussy. I don’t think he’d break the skin, but\nI can’t make any promises.”

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I replied, panting as he gave me a\nrespite, and trotted to the other side, pausing to give my face a lick. He\nstarted again, slobbering as he assaulted my other nipple, driving me, again,\ncloser and closer to ecstasy, but never close enough.

“You look so fucking sexy, Livvy. The two of you. You and\nyour lover. I’m so glad you decided to come over and play. Maybe, if you ask\nnicely, this could be a regular playdate. Would you like that?”

Unable to speak, I shook my head stubbornly. I wouldn’t give\nher the satisfaction of knowing how much I did want that. At least right now I\ndid.

“Fight it all you want. It’s your nature. Now that you’ve\nhad a taste, you’ll want more. Loki. Sit.”

Again, I was silent. I could have protested to my heart’s\ncontent, but It didn’t change the facts. She was right. Before, it had just\nbeen a longing, a deep-seated fantasy. Now? Now I knew I wouldn’t be able to\nexperience just this once. I was hooked.

“Now It’s your turn, Livvy. I want you to show Loki how much\nyou appreciate him. Loki. Blowjob.”

It took me a few minutes to figure the new command. In fact,\nit took some prompting on Scarlet’s part before I understood what she, and her\ndog, expected of me. The command was really meant for me. She wanted me to blow\nhim.

“I can’t,” I whimpered, getting a good look at his bright\nred cock as it extended five or six inches from his sheath, bobbing up and down\nbeneath his belly as he raised his forelegs and set his paws on my shoulder\nblades, giving me a good up close view of his cock, which seemed to be growing\nbigger by the second. I gripped the poles, anchoring myself, fascinated by the\nsight.

Scarlet replied with a loud chuckle, and no more, while Loki\nlet out what I hoped was a playful growl as he started to walk his paws slowly\nforward, seeming to know what he was doing. Pretty soon, I got my first really\ngood up-close and personal look at a dog’s penis.

It was kind of weird. The head was sort of flat with a sort\nof tip on it. Other than that, it wasn’t terribly different than a human cock,\nalthough it obviously wasn’t. And now, it was close enough that, if I stuck my\ntongue out…

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

“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Livvy. Don’t try to suck him\nyet. Just kiss it. Tease his tip with your tongue.”

I let out a soft whimper as I stretched myself forward and\nkissed the tip of his cock, my tongue playing over the weird shaped tip,\nsucking my breath in as he pushed forward, forcing me to take about an inch or\nso of it in my mouth. God, I wanted\nbadly to reach between my legs and touch myself or maybe just jam my fingers\ninto my soaking wet pussy and fuck myself as hard and as fast as I could.\nInstead, I explored his cock with my mouth, taking a little more of it, using\nmy tongue to tease and tickle, since, by the sounds he was making, he liked\nit. I did too. It was so dirty. I was so\ndirty. He moved a little forward, his claws rough against my bare skin. I\ndidn’t dare complain, though. Besides, my mouth was busy. I mostly licked him\nwhile he was in my mouth. I felt him twitch a couple of times and it wasn’t\nlong before I had saliva and precum dripping from the corners of my mouth.

“Loki. Sit.”

I let out a groan as he pushed himself off my back, his claws\nscraping against my shoulders, scratching me.

“Fuck,” I groaned in response as he sat suddenly on his\nhaunches, tongue lolling out as his attention went back and forth between me\nand Scarlet, wanting to obey his owner while eager to use me as his bitch.

“Enjoy yourself, slut?” she asked, startling me. I hadn’t\nnoticed her standing, so engrossed in what I had been doing to Loki, taking his\ncock in my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking it. She bent over to pet his\nhead, and then she did the same to mine, scratching me playfully behind one\near.

“Would you like to stop now? We can, if you’d like. It’s\nyour last chance to back out, little dog slut.”

Breathing heavily, I weighed my options. Maybe this was all\na mistake. Would I regret it afterwards? While she didn’t say the words, I knew\nwhat would happen if we continued. She’d let him fuck me. He’d stick his cock\ninside of me and use me as his bitch. He’d probably knot me and fill me with\nhis cum and I’d have crossed a line I could never re-cross. I’d have fucked a\ndog. Willingly, since she was giving me a choice. I could say no. She was\noffering me that chance. I could, but then, again, I couldn’t, not because she\nwouldn’t honor her offer, but because something inside me needed this to\nhappen. Something deep inside of me, something dark, maybe, or maybe not, but\ncertainly, something much too powerful for me to deny.

“No. Don’t stop. Please,” I told her, my voice shaking. “I\nwant this.”

“What is it that you want, Livvy. Tell me.”

Her smile was cruel, but sympathetic as well. She\nunderstood, all too well, what was driving me. She knelt, then, directly in\nfront of me, and kissed me softly on the mouth, her tongue pushing past my lips\nand sliding along my tongue while she cupped one of my tits and teased my\nnipple with her thumbnail before leaning back again, staring expectantly at me.

“Tell me.”

“I want him to fuck me.”

It was barely a whisper, but it was loud enough for her to\nhear.

“Again, Livvy. Tell me.”

Swallowing, I looked over at her dog. He was staring at me\ntoo, an eager look on his face as he panted softly and cocked his head as if\nwaiting on me.

“I want Loki to fuck me, Scarlet. I want him to stick his\ncock in my cunt and use me like a bitch. I want to feel his knot and I want him\nto fill me up with his cum…”

“Good girl,” she told me, and then, my fate decided, she\ngave Loki another command.

“Loki. Mate.”

My heart skipped a beat as I watched the beast, the dog,\nLoki, push off his back legs and, tail wagging, trot past me, while Scarlet\nwent back to her chair, disrobing as she sat, leaving me an interrupted view of\nthe mirror in front of me and of her, naked, her legs spread as she leaned back\nand watched her dog mount me, hopping up on his hindlegs, his front legs around\nmy waist, holding tight as we began to thrust himself. I felt his cock hitting\nthe back of my thigh and then my left cheek, then my right.

“His aim is not\nalways perfect. You probably don’t want him in your ass. At least not the first\ntime. Guess we’ll see what happens.”

A sense of great shame washed over me. Shame and humiliation\nas Loki kept trying while I watched him in the mirror, growing frustrated as he\nkept missing. It wasn’t like I wasn’t\nwet enough. And then, he got his prick in me, thrusting deep with a triumphant\nbark. After that, it felt like a jackhammer against my backside as he started\npounding me with no regard for my comfort, his cock swelling up inside my tight\npussy. I let out a loud moan. God, he was rough, but it felt so good. A quick\nglance to my left showed Scarlet playing with her own pussy, her legs now over\nthe arms of the chair so I could get a good look at her. God, she was gorgeous.\nI’d always thought so, but this was the first time I’d ever seen her naked.

After that it it became all about me. Me and Loki. He kept\nat it, driving his cock into me without seeming too tired. I started to feel a\nclimax coming on, the physical sensation as well as the realization that I was\nbeing fucked by a dog while its owner watched was too much. I shook violently\nbefore letting out a rasping cry, coming hard while he kept fucking me. And\nthen, I came again, or maybe it was all the same orgasm. I was too lost in\necstasy to tell. I felt his cock growing inside of me, pushing apart my walls\nas he knotted me and I came a third time, tears leaking from my eye, my mouth\nhanging open, drool running past my lips and dripping from my chin.

“No, no, no,” I gasped as his knot grew inside of me,\ntrapping him inside of me. I felt another climax coming. Close, so close. I\njust needed something to push me over the edge. I felt his legs tighten\nsuddenly around me and then I felt him pumping his semen into me. It wasn’t\nlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It felt like a warm jet and there\nwas so much of it. He wasn’t even done. I felt another splash of dog cum inside\nof me, tipping me over the edge.

“He’s coming inside\nof me,” I gasped, my body overloaded with intense pleasure as an even stronger\nwave of ecstasy washed over me. She shot his load a third time and then seemed\nto relax a little. All I could do was hang there, exhausted, his knot locking\nus together. Eventually, I felt him shifting. I watched as he sort of stepped\nover me, turning away, his cock still lodged in my pussy, his ass against mine.\n

I heard another sound. Soft applause as Scarlet clapped her\nhands slowly together.

“That was so fucking hot, Livvy. Glad I was able to record\nthe entire thing.”

I blushed hard, my face burning as I looked away from her,\nstaring, once again, at the mirror and my canine lover who, for the moment, was\ncontent to stand there, his prick embedded in me…

Eventually, the swelling went down enough for him to slip\nout. With the knot gone, his cum started leaking out of me. Pouring out might\nhave been a better description. There was just so much of it.

“Hanging my head, I just hung there, too spent to move,\nuntil Scarlet took pity and released me from my bonds so that I could sink to\nthe floor and lay on the soaked carpet. I think I cried a bit while she ran her\nhands over me, soothing me with her touch and with her words, calling me a good\ngirl and dog fucker and a slut and… I lost track after a while.

“So?” she eventually asked. I wasn’t sure how to answer her.\nGod, it had been beyond my wildest dreams and, at the same time, I wished it\nhad never happened. I knew, suddenly, how Pandora must have felt when she’d\nopened up the box. I didn’t think I’d be\nable to forget this. Ever. Nor would it be a one-time thing. Already I was\nthinking of the next time, wondering when that might be. With Loki again? While\nScarlet watched? Or maybe Mistress would be there next time? And who else did\nshe know who had a dog. Or dogs.

Right now, though, all I could do was lay there and enjoy\nher touch as it grew ever more sensual and then sexual, her fingers teasing me\nslowly towards another orgasm.

“You want to come again, Livvy?” she asked softly. I simply\nnodded.

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“I thought you might. Loki. Pussy.”

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