Mans Best Friend by jemma
Walking quietly up to his home, not sneaking, just tired from a long day at work, he opens the front door and steps in. His eyes adjusting quickly to the darkened interior he reaches for the light switch, annoyed that his slave hasnt met him at the door as usual, but tries to calm his ire, remembering that he is home from work early this day.
Laying his keys to the counter he moves on toward his favorite chair, sighing as he does, very tired indeed but glad that he has wrapped up the big project and now has a few days off to relax and enjoy his slave that he has missed greatly. Sitting down with a low grunt he takes off his shoes, smiling as he wiggles his toes, thinking what a great massage the girl gives his tired feet. At that, he begins to wonder seriously where she is and his annoyance comes back upon him. Rising, he moves silently about the house, his eyes picking out details in the near darkness. He approaches the guest room and hears odd sounds past the nearly closed door. Grunting and groaning. He turns his head ,curiously, wondering what the hell is going on. Thats when he hears the loud panting and his girls unmistakeable groans of pleasure. Groans he himself has many times before made issue from her sweet lips, both with pain and pleasure upon her.
Nudging the door gently with his toe its all he can do not to shout out, “What the hell are you doing?!?” as his steely gaze goes to his girl. There she is on all fours, her body shaking wildly as his favorite hound takes her from the rear. His second thougth is, “Well, that explains the panting”, and he stands quietly to observe, admitting he now has a raging hard on springing in his jeans.
He looks upon her there, his oh so proper girl. The slut in her only appearing in the bedroom, his favorite hound thrusting on her as she fucks him like a bitch in heat. Her moans growing louder and louder, he is frankly amazed and more turned on than he has ever been. She yelps loudly as the dogs frenzied thrusts grow more insistant, as if he has met some resistance. The Master looks carefully and notes the dog is trying to push his knot inside the girl. Her tiny cunt is protesting the intrusion. He is amazed as his girl takes the huge knot of the beast. At that point, he knows she has done this many times before.
Slowly he walks into the room, standing before her. Her eyes are fastened upon his boots, she fears raising them to him as he towers over her, looming darkly, silently. She is locked to the dog who happily looks to his Master, his dog cock buried in the small girl who cant move, trapped in her shame she simply trembles and waits for the lash to fall upon her back. Instead she hears his zipper lower. Her body trembles at the sound, she loves that sound. Slowly she raises her head, long hair tumbling about her face as she gazes through it to her Master, her face burning iwth the shame of being caught fucking the dog, and so boisterously at that.
With a darkly thunderous voice she has never heard before he says simple, “Open.”, and she does so quickly and obediantly. Her full red lips parting to take her Masters cock. Her whimpers grow louder and louder as she feels him thrust savagely to her throat. He pummels her, she thinks as punishment for her deed with the dog, who’s collar her Master now holds, holding him upon her back, his throbbing cock locked in her as her Masters equally hard member rapes her soft throat. Tears puddle down her sweet face as her Master takes her ruthlessly, but she cant deny that she aches for him, even though her cunt is torn and stretched wide by the huge beast buried within her. She begins rocking back and forth, taking both cocks and making them her own, her first orgasm from the dog alone is nothing compared to the one building in her now.
The huge dog begins to writhe upon her back, bored now that he has filled her with his thin cum. His wigglings start to scratch her back and though her Master doesnt want her to know, he is greatly excited and loves her all the more watching her submit to the beast in his wildest form, so he releases the dog and urges it gently from her back, his knot popping free from her, the swelling reducing during her distraction with her Master. The Master pulls his own cock from her and decides to play this out a bit. With a deep growl he orders her to get dressed. Terrified she runs to do his bidding, her poor scratched body aching and the dogs cum rolls down her thighs. She begs to be allowed to shower but Master refuses her this luxury.
Slipping his shoes back on he moves to watch his girl dress. She tries to select jeans but he points to a dress he favors, shaking his head no when she moves to get stockings. With a soft whimper she dresses as told and heels behind him without being told. He picks up his car keys and they move to the garage. He looks to her with her bedraggled hair and her lovely dress, thinking she has never been more beautiful , but instead he points to a cloth laying to the side and tells her to get it so she doesnt ruin his upholstery. As she is about to sit in the car he tells her to hike her dress over her bare ass so she doesnt stain the dress, as they are going out.
With her head hanging low she doesnt see the soft looks he casts to her. They drive in silence to the local mall, him smiling to himself and she frightened to death to have been caught in something she has been doing for months without Masters permission. He parks carefully and crooks a finger to her to come to him. As always, he takes her arm to aid her in leaving the car, bending down to clean her thighs with the cloth genlty. At this tender gesture she smiles, her first ray of hope that he wont punish her too badly. They enter a local favorite restaurant and dine happily, not mentioning what has transpired this day.
After dinner he takes her to a local pet shop, eyeing various merchandise for the dogs and cats. He looks upon a very large cage meant for the biggest dogs, and nods to the salesman that yes, he wants that one. His lil one trembles beside him, getting strange looks from the salesman, but keeping her quiet. The Master then moves to a far back aisle, motioning her with a stern look to rmain where she is. He takes his purchases to the counter and has them loaded to the trunk of his car by a brawny young clerk that is looking his girl up and down. The Master notes that she does indeed seem to be glowing and he smiles approval, noting the interest of the clerk he gets an idea for a later time. He is a good Master and realizes that from his girls experimentation without him that she has been longing for new and diffferent things. These he will provide her in the future, but she has to be taught to bring her wishes to her Master instead of moving on her own. The dog could have seriously hurt her.
Pulling into the drive he parks the car and orders her out gruffly, refusing to let her see he is still rock hard and has been since he saw his beautiful girl on her knees being a bitch for his favorite dog. She goes off, dejected at what she perceives to be his anger with her. Showering carefully and dressing in what she knows to be his favorite outfit of hers. A small white affair with very little material, yet somehow innocent upon her slight frame. She does her hair nicely and takes all traces of the dog from her, but she cant hide the scratches upon her back from his claws. They show through the filmy material. Parading in front of him she kneels as he likes.. her thighs parted wide that he may see her shaved heat and be glad tis his. He spies the scratches on her back and is inordinately happy to gaze upon them. Standing, he holds his hand out to her and leads her back to the bedroom. She enters and gasps as she sees the large cage set up in the corner, a leash dangling from the side.
He snaps his fingers and calls her to his side where she kneels. Sitting down upon the bed he cradles her chin to his hand, almost speaking, but deciding not to. He takes the leash hanging on the side of the cage and snaps it to her collar. With a haughty flick of his wrist he motions her to move inside the cage, shutting the door behind her. He stands with hands on his powerful hips and gazes down upon her, saying in firm tones, “I wont lock you in, you can get out any time you want. You realize I would be greatly displeased if you did, dont you?”, she whispers the few of the words she has uttered since he came home early and found her being fucked happily by the dog. “Yes, Master.”
He lays down to rest, knowing he wont get a wink of sleep that night. His eyes constantly roaming to the leash that dangles upon the head of the bed. The leash she is always chained to when she sleeps, the one he wraps about his hand to hold her to him while he wraps her in his strong arms. With a soft sigh he misses her curled next to him, her warmth and presence. She hears he is sigh from the cage and whimpers softly, her own bodies discomfort meaning nothing to her, but the fact that her Master sighs so forlornly breaks her heart. She just knows it is because she has been so bad and he is disappointed in her.
The sun dawns bright and he steps eagerly from the bed, his feet hitting the floor at a near run as he moves quickly to check on his charge. She is curled like an adorable puppy in the cage, her white nightie only making him want her so badly. She stirs as she feels his presence and begins to sit up. He walks away before she knows he was looking upon her and goes to make his morning coffee. Leaving her unaware of the love that flooded his face as he gazed upon her sleeping form curled up tight in the small cage. His morning progressing he finally comes back to her and lets her free from the cage, ordering her to go do what she has to in the bathroom to prepare for the day.
Stepping from the shower she goes to her closet to dress, her heart so low she can barely breath. He calls her to him in the living room. She moves quickly, seeking any chance she can get to make him forgive her. Kneeling before him again she sees the dog to his side. With her head bowed she asks past trembling lips, still naked and damp from her shower. “Yes, Master, how may i please you?”
He looks down upon her with such love brimming in his eyes and tells her, “Look at Me , lil one.” She cant raise her head for the shame she feels and so he gently lifts her chin and asks her, “Why did I punish you , Mine?”.. She answers past trembling lips, “Because i fucked the dog, Master.” His laughter is rich and vibrant and he holds her chin to his hand despite the tears that prickle at her eyes. With a firm thumb he wipes away the tears, leans to kiss her trembling lips and says, “ No Mine, not because you fucked the dog.” He valiantly holds back more laughter and continues. “Because he could have hurt you Mine, and I wont have that. And because if you have secret desires and longings, your Master needs to know of them to satisfy them. You denied me the chance to be a good Master to you. That is not your right and therefore, you were punished. Do you understand, lil one?”
She looks up with her heart in her eyes and whispers, “Yes, Master. I do understand and I beg your forgiveness. Your girl has wanted this for a long time but was shamed to come to you with it. She was wrong and will always come to you from now on with her wants and needs.”
He smiles down upon her and tells her to go and fetch a small bag from his coat pocket. She happily does so and returns with the bag from the pet store. He beams down to her and whispers gruffly, “Open it.” She hurriedly does so and looks puzzled as she pulls forth some very small leather boots. She isnt sure what they are for and her questioning eyes look to her Master. Again he roars with warm laughter and looks to the dog. “I wont have him hurting you. You will only let him use you when I am here and you will put the leather boots upon his feet that he doesnt scratch you again. Do you understand?” She happily flings her arms about her Masters neck and hugs him tight, again crying, but with joy this time. “Yes, Master. A girl understands.”
~Finis Until Part Two~