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Stefanos

The visit with my mother went well, seeing her content and busy in her social life took a great weight off my chest.

I spoke regularly with her but felt guilty for being so obsessed with my new pet.

When I came home, it was strange not to have her crawling or caged beside me.

My usual comfortable solitude was marred with memories of all the depraved things I did to her in and out of my house.

When Keith messaged me to say they were on their way back, I wondered if I would meet any resistance from my bitch.

I was ready to quash any rebellion but she surprised me again by slipping into her submissive pet dog role with ease.

With each act of her complete obedience to me, my irritation fell away, leaving me with the need to see how far I could push her.

My pet turned to face me with her eyes wide behind her mask.

The ease in which I could strip her humanity away always filled me with a dark sense of satisfaction.

It soothed away the ragged edges of my residual anger.

Those beautiful haunting dark eyes behind the mask were always focused on me.

I crossed my legs as my dick jerked under my trousers, swinging my foot up and down to watch her eyes follow my movements.

With my collar back around her neck and her naked plugged body before me, what better way to start my evening than with a touch of humiliation.

“Climb on, Skyla,”

I said, patting my thigh and stretching my foot out for her.

Her gulp was visible along her slim collared neck but she shuffled over like a good pet. I reached for her snout to remove the attachment, and as she rose up to mount my foot, I took her arms to help her along.

One paw rested on the sex sofa and the other on my thigh as she squat down until her cunt rested on my foot. Her lips parted as she slid her pussy over the top of my shoe. My dick began to fill up the little space there was in my trousers from sitting cross legged. Her eyes fluttered as she found her balance and pace, pressing down on my foot, humping herself on my ￡3650 Italian leather imported shoes.

God, she was doing it. She was rubbing her horny little cunt on my shoe and loving it.

“Use the tip of my shoe, I want your cream all over it, my little cumslut,”

I said but my words rasped out at the sight of her submission. The sight of her desire to please me.

I tilted my foot up, feeling her heat around my foot as she slid to the top and worked her way down again. I slipped two fingers into her mouth, pushing them in to feel her tongue, while tweaking her nipples with my other hand.

Her hot breath ran up my fingers to my hand as she began to pant like a bitch. I pressed my foot against her cunt harder while tugging and pinching her nipples. She let herself go, gripping my thigh as she worked her cunt over my foot, humping me like a dog in heat until her thighs tightened around my legs.

Her eyes flew open and I pulled my fingers out of her mouth as she wailed out her release. I gripped her throat, curling my fingers around her neck as she came on my shoe. I rewarded her by rubbing my foot against her cunt until the final tremors stopped.

“You had better start licking, Skyla if you ruin the leather I might need to cane your ass,”

I said, the warning evident in my voice, before I released her neck.

She jumped back and was on her hands and knees holding my foot in her paws. Her head dipped down as her pink tongue began to bathe my shoe. I watched her tongue work up and down, slurping as she worked diligently in cleaning up her mess.

I might need to get her to christen the rest of my shoes.

As soon as she was finished, I stood up to strip out of my clothing. I was unhurried in my movements because Skyla sat on the floor watching me with her eager eyes peering from behind her dog mask.

She was in her mask most of the time, and I loved seeing her dog ears and snout, especially when she crawled with her tail in the air and her breasts swaying with each movement. When I was naked, I reached for her collar to bend her over the higher part of the curved sofa while she placed her paws on where I sat a few moments ago.

“You will have a sore ass tonight, but don’t worry Master has a nice surprise for you,”

I said with a smile.

She turned her head to look at me with her inquisitive eyes. After all this time I learned to read her expressive eyes through the mask. With her snout removed, I could see her mouth and nose, which helped deduce her emotions and reactions.

Her hips were at the perfect height. I made quick work of removing her tail and lubing her ass before rubbing copious amounts all over my stiff cock. She was soft and obliging, utterly unaware of my depraved intent.

I rubbed my fingers over her pretty asshole. Every time was a struggle for her to take me up the ass but by the time I worked my entire length inside of her she needed the pain as much as I needed to fuck her deep and hard. It was a rare occurrence to find a woman who could take all of my cock let alone love the pain that came with it. I spread her ass cheeks apart, pushing my fingers in before hooking them into her asshole and prying it open.

“You open up for me beautifully. What an accomplished ass slut you are,”

I said to her before spitting in her asshole, smiling when she smacked her head on the couch. “Keep your hole relaxed and open.”

I removed my fingers to replace them with the head of my cock, easing it in with no resistance.

“Good little ass slut. Just like that,”

I murmured, watching my cock sink further into her tight hole, spearing her hole with my thick cock.

Her asshole twitched around me and she panted against the sofa before a moan escaped her lips. I pulled back, to surge back inside her forging my path inside her. A few more thrusts loosened her enough for me to pick up the speed and stuff more of my cock inside her. She swallowed every inch until I was leaning over her and the couch, slamming my dick into her balls deep. She offered her hole to me by lifting her ass while whimpering in pain and moaning in pleasure.

“You dirty little ass whore,”

I said beside her masked head. “Ugh…Yeah, take it deep.”

I gripped the sofa and started to pile drive into her asshole. The tight hole felt too good surrounding my cock. The ring of muscles massaging the length of my cock as I plunged into her again and again until the muscles were defeated. The familiar ache to drain my balls, causing me to batter her insides while she grunted and cried out.

I was lost in a world of sensual dark pleasure, using my little human pet dog as I pleased. Harder, deeper, faster…more and more, slapping against her ass while lunging balls deep into her soft hole. Her shrill cry as she came didn't deter me from my goal.

I continued to rain down on her, smashing my hips against her, knowing the next phase in her humiliation. I grunted as my balls smacked against her and felt my cock swell up inside her asshole before I began to pump my jizz inside of her, fucking her while cumming again, filling her tight dark cavity up. She tightened her ass around me extending my pleasure. My heart was pounding as rapidly as my breath puffed out of me. I took a few moments to compose myself.

I traced my fingers down her flawless back, her golden brown skin was warm and beautiful as ever. Each time I fucked her I resisted kissing her mouth or her body the way I wanted to. It was damp from the fine sheen of sweat and I wanted to taste her skin but I slipped my hands beneath her to capture her full breasts. They filled and overflowed in my hands.

“Now for your surprise, Skyla. Master is going to take a nice long piss in your asshole. You will be a good little toilet for me and take it,”

I said massaging her nipples and palming her breasts.

Her head snapped up almost slamming into mine.

“Woof?”

she barked hesitantly.

“Don’t you want to be my dirty little piss hole?”

I asked pinching her nipples, toying with her mind and body.

She shook her head and put her left paw out.

“Pity,”

I said before I began pissing inside her ass, sighing at the instant relief and loving the fact that I could claim her asshole once again.