Puppy Play Time

I take in my first glimpse of the space – light and airy with a big chair plus a soft rug on the floor.  And there he is, sitting on the chair, watching me enter the room

“Stop!” he commands.  I stop obediently, standing before him

“Take your dress off”

Again, I comply, letting it fall to the floor.  I can see his eyes roving over me, taking in the snug fitting red lingerie

“You’ve been a bad girl, interrupting my productivity, and you should be taught a lesson.  Get down on your knees”

I drop to the floor, my knees on the edge of the soft rug

“Like a young puppy you are to be confined to this rug.  You are to be my obedient bitch”

His words fuel a delicious mix of nerves and anticipation, both emotions swirling through me

I watch as he pulls out a crop that had been discretely positioned by his leg on the chair

A smart flick lands on my exposed bottom and I wince at the unexpected pain

“All fours now, you bad bitch”

I drop to my hands, my arse now perfectly presented for him.  I know he is admiring the red marks visible on my sensitive flesh

“Now, let’s see if you can be trained?” he continues ominously.  “Walk around the rug for me”

I start to crawl around the rug, feeling awkward as I move before him

He watches from his vantage point as I move slowly around the rug.  Observing every shuffle of my knee, the flex of my arse cheeks, the heaviness of my breasts in my bra, swinging tantalisingly as I move

“Stay still” he says, his voice low and deep.  I stop instantly.  He flicks the crop across my arse once again.  “I want to look at your beauty”

His words elate me, making me forget the sting of the crop

He walks slowly around me, his gaze fixed upon my body

“Good girl.  You may close your legs now.  And I suspect you need to drink something”

He reaches down and on the table at the side of his chair is a small glass bowl.  Next to it is his glass of gin and tonic.  He pours some into the bowl and places it on the rug

“You may drink”

I crawl round to face him, my eyes fixed upon him.  I lower myself, my face next to the bowl which is sitting between his legs.  I lap at the ice-cold liquid

“You’re too loud” and another biting slap of the crop lands across my arse cheeks

I try again.  It is difficult to lap at it quietly.  I lower my face further, my hair and face getting wet, my make up smudging.  But I can lap more quietly.  A wave of humiliation sears through me

I finish the bowl and reposition myself on all fours again

“Good girl.  You must have been thirsty” he soothes.  “Would you like a bone to suck on?”

I almost want to giggle at the innuendo, but know better than to do so

I obediently crawl up between his legs and unfasten his belt.  I am hungry for him, and I gently tug his stiffening cock free

I start to lap slowly at him.  He looks at me intensely.  “Your bedraggled hair and make up frame the scene perfectly”

I smile and drool down his shaft

And then another sharp swipe lands across my behind.  I stop and look up at him.  A drop of liquid falls from my open mouth

“You are being messy,” he declares.  “Clean me up!”

I oblige, slurping at him greedily.  The taste of pre-cum lingering in my mouth

He pulls back a little.  “Beg!” he commands

I rock back onto my knees, my hands by my side and I stare up at him

He rises up from the chair.  His cock glistening wet, inches from my face

I watch hungrily as he undresses and sits back down

“Now, my naughty Puppy Bitch, dogs like to do this, but you’ve got to learn how to do it right”

I wonder what is coming next.  My eyes lock on his apprehensively

I watch as he hooks first his right leg and then his left over the padded arms of the chair

“Come Little Puppy”.  He points to his balls and his arse.  “You may lick here”

I glide forward and dutifully trace my tongue right along his arse crack.  His balls flop against my face.  I reach up and take his cock in my hand

I feel the crop running along my back.  I know he is reminding me of it.  I pause, waiting for the clip.  Then I realise what I have done wrong, and I quickly let go of his swollen cock, turning all my attention to his arse

“Good Puppy,” he growls.  I probe him more deeply with my tongue and can hear his moans of enjoyment

I sense his pleasure intensifying.  I see his eyes close as I hungrily suck on his balls.  My finger starts to gently push into his opening, and I can tell he is starting to struggle to remain in control as his need for release builds

“Now stop Puppy,” he manages to say with authority

His cock bobs up and down with his heightened pleased.  A jewel of pre-cum resting on the shiny engorged head.  I dutifully lap it away

He repositions himself in his seat and leans forward, his big hand cupping my chin.  He praises me for being a good puppy

Leaning forward, he pours me another drink.  “There you go thirsty girl, drink up”

It is water this time.  I pick up the ornate glass bowl and rock back onto my bottom, my legs parted on the rug.  The water misses the sides of my mouth and cascades down my neck and over my breasts.  I enjoy the cooling sensation

“Sit up.  All fours,” he barks in a staccato fashion.  I jump and assume the requested stance

“Puppies need to be good in show and that takes discipline”.  He rubs the leather of the crop over my arse, and I shiver

He taps the crop against me.  “Legs together”

This time he lands the crop on my thigh, and I move to straighten

“Head forward!”.  I lift my chin and arch my back

“Forelegs straight!”.  I try to straighten my arms but with the walking earlier, the cock play and now this, my arms are trembling

He comes closer towards me, inspecting me as he does so.  He repositions my feet and adjusts my head

Then he runs his hand along my back to my naked behind.  He slides his hand up between my legs, almost lifting me up by my pussy, tapping my front legs apart

“You are soaking wet, Puppy!” he observes.  “See…,” he pushes his wet hand in front of me.  I recoil

“Lick it”

A little tap from the crop prompts me to do so

“Good” he murmurs.  “A puppy bitch like you should be bred…”

I twitch, knowing what is coming next.  I moan softly

“Yes?” he asks questioningly

I feel my cheeks flame and I reply in a hushed voice.  “The puppy needs to go walkies”

I see him smirk

“You are in obedience class, Little Puppy, and you are not to leave the rug”

I start to close my legs, the desperation to pee almost overwhelming me

“You should be house trained” he says as he walks around me

He cups his hand over my left arse cheek, his fingers resting on the dampening mound of tight red material of my thong

He rubs his finger across the material, and I cannot help but shiver.  A whimper escapes me as the sensation washes over me

His fingers caress between my legs, his thumb now resting against the depression of my arse hole, the thin fabric the only boundary from his large thumb forcing into my passage

He continues to rub, outlining the soft folds of my pussy through the flimsy material, tracing to the nub of my clit.  I can’t help but yelp with pleasure

His hands relax their grip slightly and he parts my legs further.  My knees are red and throbbing from staying still for so long

I watch as he picks up the crystal glass bowl I used earlier, and he places it underneath my soaked sex

“You are making a mess Puppy.  If you need to go indoors, you’ll have to go here”.  He points at the bowl

I look nervously at him

He sits back down, watching me

I want to resist but I can’t.  I back towards him and pulled my panties to the side

“Good Puppy,” he pants

Sheepishly, desperately, I release the hot liquid into the bowl, filling it up

“Good Puppy.  You appear to be house trained”

He stands up, leaving the chair.  I put my hands onto the warm cushion and earn myself a flick of the crop across my arse

I wince but I move up the chair, so my arse is at his waist level.  I know what is coming next

“For being a good puppy, you can cum for me,” he says as he slides into my soaking pussy.  He curls over my back, enveloping me with his body, thrusting deep into me.  In his tight embrace, the waves of orgasm build inside me.  The sense of security and completeness is intoxicating.  Lost together in heady, sweaty climaxes, shuddering to a combined mass of sex, cum and passionate kisses

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