1. Playful Puppy


    Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Kiss34, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    The phone was far more effective than the alarm clock. The shrill tone was enough to wake even a sound sl**per like my Master. Master's arm made me safe and contented and my aching nipples and ass were constant reminders that I had been well used the night before. I had been up for some times because of the discomfort before the phone rang. My restless hands stroked his chest and abdomen, raking lightly with my nails. After his promise last night that more was to come, I could hardly stand to sit quietly and wait. Rubbing my face against the hair on his chest, I licked and suckled at his skin. His laugh rumbled against my tongue while he listened to his caller. A good pinch to my bum, and I was sent to the floor to wait patiently. Not much chance of that, of course. I slid off the bed with a pout and turned on my hands and knees three times before I curled up on the floor with my tongue lolling from the side of my mouth. I heard the smile when he said, &#034good puppy.&#034 Wagging my bum and heading to the closet on all fours with a bark, I decided to demonstrate what a good puppy I could be. Master was sitting at the side of the bed when I came back into the room, still talking on the phone and idly stroking his cock. It caught me by surprise again—the pleasure of looking at him. My eyes raked him from head to toe and I licked my lips loudly and mouthed &#034yum&#034. He is powerfully made and so damn male. His thick cock stirred at my blatant admiration, although the ...
    phone kept his attention. Tearing my gaze from it, I turned on my hands and knees to show him my surprise. The leather flogger brushed my thighs and made soft noises when I wagged my new tail proudly. The handle stretched my ass nicely, though not as well as his cock. Even with the generous lubricant it was slightly uncomfortable, but that would pass soon enough. With all the enthusiasm of a puppy, I pranced to Master and nuzzled his thigh. When Master ignored me I panted loudly and growled in my throat, grabbing and shaking the bedclothes to get his attention. I was laughing when he ended the phone call saying, &#034the dog needs to go out, but there will be an answer by e-mail in the morning.&#034 I was not laughing when he told me to fetch his sneakers and the leash. Wrinkling my nose, I moved on all fours to rummage through the closet. The tail swished back and forth and distracted me repeatedly. When I came back Master was sliding his shirt over his head and I could tell by the expression on his face that I had annoyed him. I dropped the tennis shoes at his feet and smiled hopefully, before going back to the closet for the leash and collar that hung on a low hook. Maybe the fact that I played fetch with my mouth would return the smile to his face. When he sent me to fetch a newspaper, I knew that wasn't the case. I moved as quickly as I could, crawling to the chair where the newspaper was usually dropped after we spent a Sunday morning devouring it. Fast, was all I could ...
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