She was shaking and I wasn't sure if was from the pleasure of her hand on her clit, or her story. I reached under my skirt to find what I knew was a very moist snatch.
Licking her lips she continued, "The way Frank had positioned me gave the dog free access from my clit to anus. His tongue moved feverishly over me, long wet rough laps. He tasted my juices mixing with the cream. He buried his nose deep, digging in one hole and then the next. I was whimpering, begging to be let free, promising anything if Frank will stop him. But all Frank did was stand outside of the cage, watching.
Frank gave one short whistle and the dog stopped licking. I was panting and thinking, 'okay, it's over'. I was looking at him through tears when he gave two quick notes and the man/dog placed both his hands/paws on my back and rammed himself all the way in. I wasn't prepared for that. I'd never had anything so big enter me. I started screaming in pain, bucking as much as the tight restraints would allow. He nipped at my neck and caught my ponytail in his mouth and started pumping wildly. His fingers dug into my back and he slipped his weight onto me, his chest on my back. I felt his huge cock throbbing inside me."
She pumped in and out with her fingers again, gasping for air as she continued. " Over and over again, he pumped, tears were streaming down my face. I was thinking I couldn't take any more, when there was another short whistle blast. He stopped and dismounted.
Frank clapped his hands and the cur was licking me again. Oh, the smooth relief I felt when the tongue rubbed over me. On and on the tongue went, and I squirmed, because compared to the cock tearing, this was heaven. I forgot where I was, and only thought of the sensation of that tongue on my heated flesh. Another whistle sounded as my eyes started to close in pleasure and the alpha male stopped. I cried out, falling from the edge, making eye contact with Frank again. I watched his finger do a circle motion and the man moved around from the rear to my side and started sucking on my breast. This time I didn't move for fear of what was next. He stopped licking and worked back down with his abrasive tongue over my flesh. The moisture on my body was cooling and only the warm wet tongue kept me from shaking uncontrollably. Slowly, it moved back down to my heat."
I didn't know where to look, at her face as it changed back and forth from pain to pleasure, or her hand working her red swollen lips and clit to their climax.
She inhaled deeply before saying "I was panting in anticipation of the tongue licking my clit, and when it did," her body arched away from the car seat. "When it did I couldn't help but close my eyes, instant orgasm, and the man/dog licked on and on.
"Slow and easy, and then faster as another whistle sounded and it licked around the rim of my anus. My eyes flew open and started to bulge as I saw the smirk on her Frank's face. The man was concentrating only on my anus. My throbbing clit ached to be touched. I tried to lift my butt higher so his tongue would reach my clit, only to lodge his tongue into my anus more.
"Two quick claps and he was up again, this time his dick poised at the opening of my anus. I screamed, "Ooh, my gawd, Noooooo!" as he rammed into me. I quivered in pain as it entered me. Pulling away from the pain was not an option. I couldn't see Frank's face. A red haze of tears covered my face. The pain was ripping me in two and then there was a click of the gate. The dog stopped moving, all but the tearing throbbing in my ass. I blinked and realized Frank was no longer on the other side of the chain link fence, but in front of me. He shoved his cock into my mouth, gripped my head and began to pump in and out of my mouth."
She moved back to stroking her cunt with a slow even wipe, saying, "The alpha male stopped pumping and pressing deep into my tight and unwilling asshole before he slowly dragged it out. Frank stood still, with his cock all the way in my mouth; all I could see was his stomach.
"The man/dog was licking again, and then I felt someone moving under me. My nipples were being pinched hard and they were sliding under me and attaching their mouth to my clit. Frank tapped me on the top of the head saying, 'suck bitch.'
"Then the cur was back up and ramming into my vagina, but this time was even more painful, and I scream over Frank's cock in my mouth. I was being skewered and I felt the knot pushing on the opening. The alpha male's hot juices were filling me as Frank started to shoot his wad into my mouth. My clit was being nursed on and I was being torn from pain and pleasure. I lost all track of time. I was floating."
She turned to look at me, whispering, "please." I undid my safety belt and lowered my mouth to her clit, barely able to get three good licks in before she came hard. I continued to suck as the last of her shakes left her. Sitting back up she moved into my arm still trembling.
Trying to control herself, she slid her hand under my blouse and started rolling my nipple in her fingers. "That was just the beginning. I was the outdoor cat, puppy, being the house pet.
It was a kennel for human pets, mostly puppy girls and men/dogs and if one of the "dogs" stuck their nose in my crotch it was back to the block. I was used to train the new "dogs" too. Frank gave me the option of leaving the next day. I was there for a year before I was lost in a poker game."
I held her close as she continued to stroke and caress me. "Thank you for holding me, Baby. I needed to tell that story, but I've been afraid to tell you. Master knows, and assured me you wouldn't look down on me for staying there a year after that."
I wanted her to keep on rubbing my clit, but I looked at the clock on the dash. "Kitten, as much as I hate to say this, we better get moving. Master will worry if we're late."
She sat up and did her best to straighten herself out, "Yes, let's go, I can continue as you drive, that is, if you would like to hear more."
I nodded my head and asked her to continue as I pulled back out on the highway.
CHAPTER 2
"Frank lost my papers in a poker game and I went to a lace Mistress, as her body servant. She had another that had been with her for years. To punish us she would put us into correction corsets."
Kitten was playing with the hem of her skirt as she talked. "I remember seeing corsets in the movies and in the ladies lingerie department at the store, but I never imagined wearing one 24/7.
"Her name was Mistress Victoria, and a most Victorian Mistress she was. Long straight jet-black hair and pale alabaster skin. She would come in every morning, have us stand holding the bedpost and cinch us in. The long line style suited my waist; it raised my breasts to display them, open to the air and available to her.
"She was Mistress of the cane too. She would say, "The tried and true was what work best and to cane is to know the greatest pleasure of discipline."
"Being submissive to an object was hard at first, you're strapped in, and that corset owns you. Your movements, your thoughts, and especially your breathing, are controlled by a corset. The corset can be very claustrophobic. The one that ties you in owns you. Their will is wrapped totally around your body.
"I remember one time, Marge and I hadn't ironed the tablecloth correctly. We were placed on a wooden pony, straddling it and facing each other arms extended overhead, chained to the ceiling. A four-way clip was placed on our nips with just a hair's breadth between us.
"The wooden board was just high enough to force us on tiptoes or we would have to rest on our cunts. Tied as we were we couldn't dismount. She made us wait, helpless, as the inevitable muscle fatigue slowly sets in.
"She spent that time talking to us, going over our transgression. She tested us while exploring our bodies, pinching here and there, pulling at our nether lips. She ran the cane tip over our exposed breasts, tapping them to keep our attention focused.