Please remember that this story is fantasy. Do not try to do this at home. I don't even HAVE a penis and this story made me hurt.
Man's
Best Friend
Ok, I have been exploring a theme here. My thanks to Emily, Resta,
Monica, Elizabeth, Sheri, and everyone else who has offered support and
ideas. I promise to get to all the requests as soon as possible. (Let me
know if you want them posted here, or sent directly to you.) (Ah, do I
have to say that these stories are fantasies, and no actual genitalia
were harmed during the creative process?) It took me a while to
find a new girlfriend. I tried all the expected places, clubs, on line,
friends-of-friends, and met a whole bunch of women who looked the part.
Don't get me wrong, I had lots of girls who were interested, but
they all wanted a normal relationship. All of them appreciated my oral
attention and sensitive nature, and all were more than willing to sleep
with me. But not one really wanted to dom me, which is something I have
given up a lot for. Though apparently not enough (that, in the business,
is called foreshadowing). Eventually I did find a woman who appreciated
all of my talents, and the funny thing was that she did not look the
part. Attractive, but not beautiful, and about my age. Bossy in a quiet
way. I always did exactly what she wanted, and worked on anticipating
what those wants were. She fell into the habit of expecting me to be
there, expecting me to server her. It was her idea to move in, just like
it is always her idea on food, entertainment, and sex. Sex for her that
is. Sex for me is much less important (as I have been told) and less
important still after today (see, that's foreshadowing again). A typical
day for me is to get up half an hour before my mistress, and make
coffee. She eats toast, or nothing at all in the morning, so after it is
on I return to wake my owner up by licking her to orgasm. I know exactly
how she likes it, and try to make her cum more than once before her
alarm goes off. If she has to hit the snooze to allow me to finish I am
punished that night. God forbid my attentions make her late for work.
Seriously. I did that once, and needed a week to recover. You see my
mistress is every bit as kinky as I am, but with a whole lot more
imagination. Which brings us to today. Saturday. The idea was that
I was going to get to cum. Like I said, not a big deal, since my real
love is serving my mistress. But you kind of miss things you have not
had for a while, and it had been a very long time since my mistress had
brought me to orgasm. Every time she has done so in the past it has been
part of a long intense session that left me empty, in a whole lot of
pain, and not eager to ask that it be repeated soon. The last time we
had done this she tied me to the bed on my back, with my legs pulled up
over my head spread as wide as she could get them. She spent at least an
hour fucking me in the ass with everything she owns (a collection that
ought to be in the Smithsonian) till I was making little girl sounds
begging her to stop. Nonetheless the constant stimulation on my prostate
had given me a hard on that actually hurt by the time we were ready for
the climax (to coin a phrase). The next part was typical of her:
efficient, original, and incredibly painful. She wrapped my cock and
balls together with duct tape to make an obscenely thick cock, then slid
an oversized condom over the whole thing for lubrication. Then she
mounted me. I did not know that could be done, though at the time my
amazement was hidden my my shrieks of pain. The love of my life can go
for hours, and did this time. I know I came, but I must have been asleep
when it happened, event though I was awake for most of it, and she said
she always woke me before continuing. I had no interest in sex for quite
a while afterward, but fell even deeper in love with my owner. Which is
I guess what makes me a sub. So anyway another birthday or something had
passed for me, and she was feeling frisky, and it had been a long time.
So when she told me to get naked and report to the kitchen I knew what
was coming. Me. It started out ok, with her pulling the kitchen table
apart about 6 inches and having me lay down on it so that my cock and
balls dangled through the opening. Then my arms and legs were tied to
the legs of the table so I could not move. She then tied a thin cord
around my nuts, and hung a milk jug from the cord. She ran a small hose
from the jug to the kitchen faucet, and turned the water on slow. As the
jug filled up, she began to hit me with a thin leather belt she uses
when she really wants to make me jump. Of course each jerk made my nuts
hurt more, which was, I think, her point. Things were just getting warm
and my cock was getting rock hard, and there was a knock at the front
door. Usually we ignore interruptions like that, but since we had
started so early (wanting to make a day of it she said) she just turned
off the water, shoved a gag in my mouth, mumbled an obscenity and headed
for the door. I heard a small voice announce "Girl Scout
Cookies", and "wait a minute" as my mistress headed for
the sunroom to get her purse. There must have been a problem with the
order, cause she ended up talking to the cookie girl for a long time.
And that must have been when the dog got out. Did I forget to mention
the dog? Outside the house
we are a normal couple. Or at least we look like one. And we have
friends, and friends go on trips, and friends leave their little rat
dogs with friends. I put up such a fuss about having the mutt in the
house with us that my mistress promised to keep it in the sunroom. Then
she beat the hell out of me for voicing my opinion on the topic. Which
made me love her even more, which made me think getting on the table was
a good idea. Which was where I was when the dog found me. Honest to god,
I never did anything to that damn dog. But the little fur balls seem to
know when you don't like them, and he knew it was my fault he was
restricted to the sunroom instead of having the run of the house, never
mind the fact that he was using my dish as a dinner plate. So I knew
what it was when I heard the click of nails on the kitchen floor. I
think the little fur ball was attracted to the string and jug assembly
first. Anyway that was what he began pulling on. Did you ever play pull
with a dog? (I haven't, but I understand that some people think its
fun...the weirdoes.) So here is the dog pulling as hard as it can on the
cord. The jug half full of water swinging and adding weight. Me
screaming at the top of my lungs. Remember the gag? Apparently it works.
The next thing I had a clear image of was the splash as the jug hit the
floor, and the yip of the dog as it backed against the wall, startled by
the whole thing when the cord broke. I couldn't see the rat as it stood
there, tapping its nails against the linoleum barking at its toy. I
could tell that it was working up the nerve to counter attack, which
gave me lots of incentive to work my way loose. In hindsight that was a
tactical error, because it must have made my cock, and the offending
cord, jump around. My first clue that it was a bad idea came when I felt
the dog's teeth on my penis. Apparently the damn thing could just reach
my cock by jumping, and he was getting his revenge by biting me each
time he did. Ok, I don't like dogs. I admit it. And Karma comes around.
But tell me what I did that deserved a half-pound furry slipper with
teeth chewing off my cock? I don't know how long this went on.... I tend
to lose focus during these times. I do remember the feeling him dangle
from it for a time, and the pain stopping for a bit after that. I guess
that was when the biggest part of my dick fell off (the little shit ate
it!). That was also when my mistress came back. Ok, I love her,
and I think she loves me. I think she does. But I was not prepared for
her to pick up the dog and make cooing sounds as she asked what was
going on. "What is my little man up to?" she asked. "Did
you make this mess?" Putting the dog back
down I saw her squat down and examine the damage. "You will not
believe this, but the cord is acting like a tourniquet. Well, I had
planned to make the day special for you, I guess I have. But let's see
what else we can come up with." The next part was pure mistress.
She got the small step stool, and slid it under the table next to my
ball. "Din-din!", she said, and the dog tap tap tapped up the
steps. "Din-din!",
she said again, and wiggled my balls. News flash for all you BB fans.
You do NOT want this to happen to you. I don't care what you think your
pain threshold is. I was not awake when she got rid of the dog, and not
up and about when the owner came to pick the rat up. I did hear her say
that the dog did not need to be fed because I had giving him some fresh
meat. Tomorrow we will
decide if the homemade sutures are adequate, or if we have to make a
trip to a real doctor. Tonight I realize I love my owner even more than
I though possible (I told you, I am a sub). I am worried though. While
holding me tonight my mistress complained that she doubted she could
come up with anything that good to do to me in the future. THAT GOOD?!
Damn I hate dogs. |
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