Her PA 3 - puppy treats (idea/proposal)
In the dark of the room, the loyal PA/ puppy tried to get comfortable. He quickly realised there was sufficiemt length on the leash to reach the toilet and awkwardly and painfully stretched himself over the porcelain to relieve himself. Even encumbered as he was he used a mittened paw to make sure he pointed properly into the bowl. He also managed to pop the seat down and mash a hand into the button for the flush. Knees aggravated by all this activity he settled back into a ball on the floor, rolling occasionally to the other side as he waited eagerly for her return. His thoughts turned over in his head and offered as little comfort as did turning on the floor. He wanted to be released, but he feared what would happen when she came back too. The evening wasn't over yet.
He must have dozed off as the clunk of the door woke him. He hated that as it meant he'd lost all track of time. She called out to him as she came inside and as he was unclipped from the bath and dragged briskly back into the bedroom he smelt food.
She sat herself down and bid him kneel by her side, head leaning onto her thigh. She knew this was a happy position for him and his tail waggled accordingly. The carpet was kinder than the bathroom floor too. He heard the rustle of paper being torn and hoped fervently for some food.
Hungry puppy? She asked. A nod and a low woof was all he knew he dared do to acknowledge. A chip, salty and softened slightly from transit was fed into his mouth and gratefully chewed. Another followed as Mistress chomped through the rest, pausing to drink and offering sips of water for her pup after each chip. Almost absent mindedly her foot found his penis and pressed heavily down on it - crushing it into the floor. It pulsed to no great effect beneath her as she finished her meal, sharing sparingly.
Right pup time for bed!
Mistress hooked her finger into his collar and with this helped her barely fed pup onto the bed. Kneeling on all fours she first removed the tail - a rough exercise but like a bandaid better done swiftly. His trembling quickly subsided.
Then she flattened him out face down on the bed, limbs spread. She ripped off electrics and tucked his privates back between his legs, placing a small towel from the bathroom beneath it to capture any leaks. The collar likewise was unbuckled and discarded. Then when she finished positioning him she climbed onto the bed herself, sliding on top of him, her weight pressing him deep into the mattress and squeezing air from lungs.
She arranged pillows for her own comfort and lay her head next to his, still bound in tape, her breath heavy with burger and milkshake in addition to the fries she'd shared.
An arm snaked round his neck and the crook of her elbow squeezed his throat. The other wormed under his chest and grabbed a handful of tit. Despite the complete absence of resistance she was nevertheless brutal in stamping her authority. Her weight alone was enough to both exhilarate him by her nearness and make breathing difficult. Her arm around his throat regularly tightened to constrict and choke him and, having assulted his breast until she knew her nipple obsessed slut was wriggling in fear and lust, she retrieved it ftom the press flesh and made him suck on her fingers and then pop her hand over his air holes to make him squirm and thrash.
While in this one sided clinch, she whispered dreadful suggestions to him. About how the new man was better and bigger and handsomer than her old pooch. That he deserved a reward and that she was going to give him one...
UP THE ARSE!
to much amusement.
She rolls off and retrieves her strap on. She adds lubricant to a bottom still gaped from having a tail in it all afternoon. She climbs back onto his back and guides the frightful dildo home, her arms returning to pin his neck and arms beneath her. She whispers close that as a reward she'll pump him til he climaxes just on her fake cock, and that she's been looking forward to popping his cherry for years.
So she settles into a tender rhythm, rocking inside him as he slowly comes to terms with it. As he rocks into her she moves atop him and keeps rocking gently as he starts to really feel it.
Come for me my little bitch, come for me, she repeats over and over as he wriggles speared on her and eventually has his first sissy gasm.
He is confused and near tears from this intense experience. So Mistress knows how to comfort him. She rolls him back on to his side, roughly towelling down his cock as it still bobs confused but erect in the cool ait of the room. As she lies next to him one arm supports his head and the other drapes over his shoulder. Both cross over on his chest to stroke and squeeze his nipples as his cock stirs mightily and his sore bum tells him to keep very still on the rubber cock that still joins them.
They lie for a long time. Eventually she'll roll off, free him from his tape bondage and offer her feet for grateful kisses before and after he's cleaned up the room and packed her case.
But for now she just holds him, keeping him warm and safe and erect. Lost and trapped both - in his submission to her.
He must have dozed off as the clunk of the door woke him. He hated that as it meant he'd lost all track of time. She called out to him as she came inside and as he was unclipped from the bath and dragged briskly back into the bedroom he smelt food.
She sat herself down and bid him kneel by her side, head leaning onto her thigh. She knew this was a happy position for him and his tail waggled accordingly. The carpet was kinder than the bathroom floor too. He heard the rustle of paper being torn and hoped fervently for some food.
Hungry puppy? She asked. A nod and a low woof was all he knew he dared do to acknowledge. A chip, salty and softened slightly from transit was fed into his mouth and gratefully chewed. Another followed as Mistress chomped through the rest, pausing to drink and offering sips of water for her pup after each chip. Almost absent mindedly her foot found his penis and pressed heavily down on it - crushing it into the floor. It pulsed to no great effect beneath her as she finished her meal, sharing sparingly.
Right pup time for bed!
Mistress hooked her finger into his collar and with this helped her barely fed pup onto the bed. Kneeling on all fours she first removed the tail - a rough exercise but like a bandaid better done swiftly. His trembling quickly subsided.
Then she flattened him out face down on the bed, limbs spread. She ripped off electrics and tucked his privates back between his legs, placing a small towel from the bathroom beneath it to capture any leaks. The collar likewise was unbuckled and discarded. Then when she finished positioning him she climbed onto the bed herself, sliding on top of him, her weight pressing him deep into the mattress and squeezing air from lungs.
She arranged pillows for her own comfort and lay her head next to his, still bound in tape, her breath heavy with burger and milkshake in addition to the fries she'd shared.
An arm snaked round his neck and the crook of her elbow squeezed his throat. The other wormed under his chest and grabbed a handful of tit. Despite the complete absence of resistance she was nevertheless brutal in stamping her authority. Her weight alone was enough to both exhilarate him by her nearness and make breathing difficult. Her arm around his throat regularly tightened to constrict and choke him and, having assulted his breast until she knew her nipple obsessed slut was wriggling in fear and lust, she retrieved it ftom the press flesh and made him suck on her fingers and then pop her hand over his air holes to make him squirm and thrash.
While in this one sided clinch, she whispered dreadful suggestions to him. About how the new man was better and bigger and handsomer than her old pooch. That he deserved a reward and that she was going to give him one...
UP THE ARSE!
to much amusement.
She rolls off and retrieves her strap on. She adds lubricant to a bottom still gaped from having a tail in it all afternoon. She climbs back onto his back and guides the frightful dildo home, her arms returning to pin his neck and arms beneath her. She whispers close that as a reward she'll pump him til he climaxes just on her fake cock, and that she's been looking forward to popping his cherry for years.
So she settles into a tender rhythm, rocking inside him as he slowly comes to terms with it. As he rocks into her she moves atop him and keeps rocking gently as he starts to really feel it.
Come for me my little bitch, come for me, she repeats over and over as he wriggles speared on her and eventually has his first sissy gasm.
He is confused and near tears from this intense experience. So Mistress knows how to comfort him. She rolls him back on to his side, roughly towelling down his cock as it still bobs confused but erect in the cool ait of the room. As she lies next to him one arm supports his head and the other drapes over his shoulder. Both cross over on his chest to stroke and squeeze his nipples as his cock stirs mightily and his sore bum tells him to keep very still on the rubber cock that still joins them.
They lie for a long time. Eventually she'll roll off, free him from his tape bondage and offer her feet for grateful kisses before and after he's cleaned up the room and packed her case.
But for now she just holds him, keeping him warm and safe and erect. Lost and trapped both - in his submission to her.
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