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the first installement of this is completely accurate and true, what happens after the doggy part is not.I had just finished the dishes when Ben, my male rottie, trotted into the kitchen, my nipple clamps held in his teeth. I took them from him and went into the living room and knelt before my Mistress, Deb. She took the clamps from me, stroked my hair and cupping my chin, raised my head until I was gazing into her eyes. Brushing the hair from my face she told me to stand. I stood before her and began to remove my clothes. When I was naked she sat back in her chair and looked over me. This was always exciting, the beginning to a new session, when I stood before her, proud that she owned me. My body trembled slightly, excited, as I felt the familiar feelings sweeping through my body. I felt her eyes on me as my nipples began to erect, little flutterings growing between my legs. I was so proud that she owned me, that she desired me, that I could serve her.She had me stand there until she knew that I was growing wet. It was hard to control my breathing, just knowing her eyes were taking in my body. There was nothing I could do but stand there, she had not given me any further instructions. So I continued to stand, my excitement growing, struggling to control myself. Finally she stood and told me to undress her. I reached out with shaking fingers and unbuttoned her shirt and drew it off her. My fingers fumbled with the bra catch. I wanted to do this effortlessly, let her see how at ease and competent I was but my quivering hands belied my attempts at remaining in control. Finally it was unsnapped and I laid it on the chair. I knelt before her again and reached out and unbuttoned her shorts, drawing them down her legs. It took all my will power not to stroke her as I did this, but that wasnt allowed. I wasnt there for my pleasure. As much as I ached to touch her tenderly, it wasnt my place. Gently lifting one foot, then the other, I removed her shorts, then reached up and slid her panties down, again resisting all temptations.My stomach was churning I was so excited. I could smell her, her soft skin only inches from my eyes, I could so easily reach out and touch her, caress her, but it wasnt for me. Shakily I stood up straight before her. My body glowed slightly, evidence of my arousal, a soft sheen reflecting off of me. A deeper breath, shuddering through me, the smell of my arousal, all signs of how this woman excited me. She walked around me, gently touching me, sometimes letting her lips graze over my flesh. Taking one of my breasts she gently squeezed it, forcing the erect nipple out even further. My breasts arent that large but the nipples are prominent and long. Squeezing the clamp open she slowly closed it on my nipple. Not on the areola behind the nipple, but on the nipple itself, where the feeling would be the most intense. Next the other nipple, then a gentle tug on the chain to ensure they were in proper place. They would remain there for a while so that the little rubber nubbins on the jaws of the clamps would seat firmly onto my flesh, making it harder to pull them off.I almost reacted when her hand grazed across my bottom, cupping my ass cheeks. Any reaction on my part would have brought instant reprisal and I was to good a slave to do that, to proud of my control. Yet I knew it was a losing battle, that I would betray myself before her. I was amazed that I had performed so well this far. This woman, my Mistress, who I loved with all my heart, was also the most erotic and stimulating person I had ever known. Even when she gently kissed the back of my neck, as hard as it was, I fought the reaction of trembling knees and remained motionless. The goose pimples that shivered down my spine were involuntary and therefore uncontrollable so I suffered no punishment for them. When her hand brushed over my inner thigh, just below my vagina, a soft moan escaped my lips. BAM Instantly my body exploded when the cane lashed against my butt. The searing pain shot through my body and I gasped and reared up on my toes. Again it burned into my flesh before I could recover. I assumed my straight stance before she could strike me again, inwardly thrashing about but outwardly immobile. I loved the cane, the intensity of it, the afterglow of dull pain exploring my entire body, then the warm and satisfying warmth where I had been struck. While I enjoy being flogged, nothing is good as the cane. The single-tail may be as intense, and is great for very localized intensity, but it doesnt produce that afterglow of warmth that the cane does. I was surprised that she had started with the cane, usually that was for later, but I was very grateful that she did.When Deb saw that I was back in control of myself she came to stand in front of me. Moving slowly closer to me, inching her body towards mine, until her nipples were grazing mine, her stomach against mine, her breath gently caressed my face. She slid her arms under mine, reaching up and placing her hands on my shoulders from behind she drew me to her. Our lips met briefly and then her tongue was sliding into my mouth. This was the sign that I could react and I slid mine into hers. Our tongues deep inside each others mouth, I swept all around. I slid over her teeth and lapped the roof of her mouth. I pursed my lips around her tongue and sucked as hard as I could, trying to draw her as deep into me as I could. I longed to throw my arms around her but this was not allowed, the only reaction allowed was with my mouth. Her arms though held us close. I could feel her thighs pressed against mine and I knew I was starting to leak. As impossible as it seemed I think she took pity on me for she eventually broke our kiss. Perhaps she could feel how hard my heart was pounding, how labored my breathing was and thought that I was suffering enough. She knew that the greatest punishment for me was not being able to respond to her the way I wanted to. I prayed that I could wrap her in my arms, to touch her breasts, to bury my face between her legs, but this was not allowed without permission.She drew away before I passed out with the emotions of my feelings. I could feel remnants of her warmth on my clamps, the chain hanging between them hot on my skin. Stepping aside for a second she got something and placed it on the table. Involuntarily my eyes flicked down to see what it was, and I gasped when I saw it.WHAP WHAP WHAP Three times the cane crashed across my butt, then like lightening it slashed across my breasts. I jerked rigidly back to attention, my breasts jiggling, the chain jerking, the burning intensity of the cane coursing through them. She had placed on the table next to the chair the replica of Bens cock. My wonderful rottie had his cock immortalized by Deb. She had cast it in OOMOO (if anyone is interested in finding OOMOO, or how to make your own dildos, which is very easy, message me). It was an exact replica, except considerably thicker and a little longer. This meant that I would be with Ben tonight. I would be his bitch, as well as hers. I would be able to taste him and feel him. God, I was in heaven I started to really grow wet, to the extend that I leaked down my thighs. My thoughts were in the clouds of what this session would be like. I was dreaming of how it would feel to have him inside me, of how he would taste and how hot his cum would be on my tongue and inside my pussy. I thought of how I would be stretched when the doggy shaped dildo would be rammed inside me. Already I was feeling my pussy expanding, that huge silicone knot working against my vagina, until, battering its way in, I spread enough to accept it and sucked it inside my body. I couldnt wait until she thrust it over and over inside me, bouncing it off my pubic bone I would be so stretched.SLAP My flogger crashed against my pussy, slapping from behind it slid between my thighs and curled up to slash over my pussy, the strands lashing my clit. Deb had spoken to me and I was in space and didnt hear her Before I could react she lashed me again and again. My knees began to buckle as the lashes slammed across me. This was not a starting flogger, with wide, soft leather lashes. This was the elk skin one with thin lashes that had sharp edges. She continued to lash up between my legs. This wonderful sweet woman was driving my insane with lust. I wanted to be a proper slave for her and control myself, awaiting her commands but I couldnt. My legs began to sag, my knees bending as she continued to flail between my legs. The whip kissed my pussy lips, tugging at them, spreading them, striking inside me. My clit was battered by her pounding, sending waves of pleasurable pain shooting through me. I fought succumbing to her, I really did, but it was no use. I sank further down until I fell to my hands and knees. She slashed harder and harder between my spread legs as I writhed before the lash. I arched my back, then bowed it, humping against the sting of the flogger. It possessed me, spreading itself over my pussy, wrenching my cunt in its grip. I was howling in lust, shaking my head about, my hands scrabbling on the carpet, trying to anchor my body against my lust. When the cane crashed against my butt, followed by the whip, I lost it. My body wracked in orgasm. The intensity that only comes with obedience, servitude and pain held me tight and I came. I could feel my cunt pulsating, spasming. I knew the interior of my cunt was exposed as my vaginal ring opened, squeezed open by the interior walls of my pussy, until the protruded from my vagina. I couldnt help it, I started to squirt. This usually only happened from a hard anal fucking but this time it was uncontrollable. Fleetingly it crossed my mind that I would have to clean up the mess, but it didnt matter. Nothing did except the waves of animal lust sweeping through me.
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