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Amari

There was something different about him since the night he caned me. I wasn’t entirely convinced it was remorse but something changed between us. He allowed me to shower, eat, and roam around the house. He applied the cream on me three times a day, gently massaging it into my healing flesh. However, physically he kept his distance from me. There was zero sex and zero humiliation tactics. I found myself becoming bored and irritable over the days.

The one and only highlight of this weird situation between us was that I saw my family again. I hated to admit it, but with me gone, they looked much closer, but this was good for both of them. If my mum focused on Alcina, then she wouldn’t think as much about Christos. Alcina was missing her playmate and would spend more time with my mum.

The tail inside of me was a constant reminder that I needed more. With every movement the slim long silicone plug made me ache. He could cane me, piss on me or make me sleep while sucking on his balls. I had no idea what it would be like without Master’s constant attention. Whatever had gotten him so angry seemed to have passed and I was horny. I missed the way he fucked me—like an animal. All my subtle hints were ignored so I resorted to the ‘I am horny pose’ from the chart.

“Did you need something, Skyla?”

he asked while he stood behind me.

I placed my face on the wooden floor and reached behind me to spread my ass cheeks for him. All I could feel was a slight dull ache against my ass and it wasn’t unpleasant. I barked but kept my head in the air. My bravado began to disappear when his footsteps grew closer.

My mouth fell open beneath my mask because I was faced with his thick muscular thighs and massive cock that still swung slightly like an elephants trunk. His heavy balls peeked out from beneath his cock, smattered with his groomed dark pubic hair. I placed my face on the floor, pushing my right paw out and touching his bare foot.

Yes, I needed something long and hard inside of me to take my nasty ache away.

“Woof, woof,”

I said raising my eyes but I didn’t lift my head from the floor so I couldn’t see his genitals.

“Do you want me to use you like a filthy little Skyla? To fuck you until it feels as if I am tearing your insides up?”

The Greek word for bitch wasn’t as abrasive in his husky voice. My heart pounded against my chest. A normal person would be afraid after the vicious punishment he doled out and yet the violent sex made me ache and throb for him at the same time. This was his power, he could twist my apprehension into desire until my heart raced.

I tapped his foot with my right paw—twice.

The silence that followed gnawed away at my insides. No matter how curious I was to see his reaction, I didn't move. He finally moved, but he left the bedroom, and I lifted my head. The door was wide open and I caught a glimpse of his ass cheeks. My cheeks burned when I thought of how he made me tongue and lick his asshole. I had never felt more nasty or horny at the same time.

He walked in carrying a wooden chair with green material padding over the seat. It looked old but in good condition. After he put it on the large rug beside the fireplace, he stood upright and the dark malice danced in his eyes.

“Come and kneel on the chair,” he said.

I began to crawl toward him, noticing his cock had stiffened and began to rear its head, uncovering his hefty balls. His chuckle broke the spell and I reluctantly looked away from his cock. It was long and fat without being fully erect. I always felt a sense of accomplishment when I got it rock-hard. I knew all of his sensitive spots. I stood up but was uncertain about how he wanted me on the chair. He came behind and nudged me forward.

I climbed onto the padded seat and held the wooden backrest. Once I was comfortable, Master appeared with velcro straps before strapping my legs to the armrests and my wrists to the backrest with the back of the armrests holding them up. The straps on my legs were lower, slightly above my knees. My shoulders rested on the rounded wooden frame and my ass was sticking as I knelt on the seat. I was kneeling on the chair for him, but I couldn’t move an inch.

Master walked around me, circling me with a speculative glint in his eyes and a corner of his lips was tugged upwards. My neck became strained while I tried to keep track of him. My breasts heaved grazing the back of the wooden chair while I licked my dry lips.

“What to do with a cock hungry bitch in heat?”

he asked, his tone mocking and laced with cruel amusement.

All he needed was a look or a few words to make my insides burn with shame. The shame that lit a sick desire within me. His finger traced a slow, deliberate path down the curve of my spine and when he reached my tail, I held my breath. His finger reached my pussy but he continued to trace it downward until he reached my clit. When a whimper escaped me he laughed.

“Pathetic,”

he murmured, easing his finger inside my pussy, I was so wet that the digit sank right in.

“Mmm...n…ugh,”

I said, desperately trying to stifle my moan.

“Whose cunt is this, Skyla?”

he asked before I felt his fingers rub my clit.

I barked beneath my mask, trying to push back on his fingers but it was futile against my restraints. He reached for my right breast, cupping it before palming my sensitive nipple. When he pinched my nipple, I clenched his finger with my pussy, gripping it tightly, moaning at the tortured pleasure and closing my eyes. It wasn’t enough for him, he began to move his finger in and out, rubbing me by curling his finger.

There was something wrong with me for loving what he did to me. Deep down, I knew this was all an unhealthy form of a dominant and submissive relationship. Yet even with all his hatred and revenge, I couldn’t deny the toxic, perverted chemistry between us.

“I own this cunt,”

he said, whispering into my ear, stuffing a second finger inside me before pinching my other nipple. “I own these tits and your lovely tight asshole. I own you, Skyla.”

The heat from his body moved away from mine, releasing my aching nipple and pulling his fingers out of my pussy. He walked around to face me but my eyes dropped to his cock which was fully erect and jutting forward, the base was a darker shade but the head was a succulent pink colour. It dawned on me why he had tied me to this particular chair. He had my head and ass strapped down to the perfect height to do as he pleased.

“I see you understand the predicament you're in,”

he said, removing my snout to slap his dick off my mouth and nose. “You are here to serve me Skyla so open your fuck hole for me.”

My pussy twitched at his words, but I kept my eyes on him, opening my mouth. This is what I wanted, what I needed. I stuck my tongue, feeling his thick cock rub against it while he held my head.

“Taste me, Skyla,”

he hissed as my lips wrapped around his cock. “Lick and suck until I gift you with my precum.”

I didn’t hesitate to lick around his head, sucking on him and trying to swallow more of him. The back of the chair and my wrists bound as they were wouldn’t allow me much movement, but Master began to rock his hips, giving me what I needed.

A taste of my Master.