1. Playful Puppy


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

    between my shoulder blades. Familiar cuffs were put onto my wrists and I was unresisting as my hands were pulled tightly together at mid-spine. There was muttering about puppies and collars before the plastic was wrapped snug around my throat. And then it was very, very quiet-- my chance to adjust to the hot sack. Already my hair was slick with sweat and alarm skittered like a living thing across my skin. Fear filled my mouth with the taste of bile and sawdust. Without my hands, I was completely vulnerable. It did not matter that Master had used the same bondage on my wrists before with blindfold and gag. The small opening for breath was new and frightening. The hot bag blinded me and crinkled ridiculously every time I moved my head. It forcibly brought home that I was owned. My body, my pleasure, even my thoughts were subject to Master's needs and demands. It was the way things were. The way I preferred them. My anxiety receded some as I assumed the familiar posture. I spread my knees wide and arched my back, emphasizing Master's ass and tits. This was what I wanted: to be Master's, to be completely devoted to him. Owned by a man strong enough to impose his will on me so that my own wants melted beneath the compelling heat of his need. That man was in front of me again, fingers resting at my lips. I obediently licked at them, savoring the salty taste. I had given myself completely to this new game; there was no need to explain. Master knew. He shocked me then, with a kiss ...
    pressed hard to my lips and a sharp tug at the ring above my clit-- the piercing I got for him, to show that I was his own. I was pulled to my bare feet and led through the house by his hand at the small of my back. The silly tail made soft noises and tickled my thighs. We were all the way to the smooth tile of the laundry room before I realized what felt so odd. Something kept brushing my knees and thighs. A familiar jingle of metal was enough to tell me the leash was attached to my hood ring. That realization hit me only a moment before the back door opened. 'I have to take the dog for a walk.&#034 He'd said that. I thought it cute. Nothing seemed cute to me now. Even the insistent tug at my crotch couldn't compel me to move. I didn't know my jaw was hanging open until master offered to put something in it. I pressed my lips together so fast that I bit my tongue. I don't know how my shoes ended up on my feet. He was speaking, and I struggled to focus on the words, in spite of the fact that the door stood open. It is odd, that I could tell a thing like that. There was not a smell or a temperature change, but I could feel that there was open space where there should be none. &#034Do you know what I have in my pocket, slave? I'll bet you are ready to feel them again.&#034 I had no idea what he meant, but answered 'yes sir' just before he took my right nipple between his thumb and forefinger and attached the toothed clamp. My knees buckled and I gagged on the metallic taste of ...
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