Puppy love

Copyright 2006 Markee 2baad-sosaad. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced without the written permission of the author. (e-mail: phlyonzawahl@shaw.ca)

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‘Kee-riest!’

His exclamations brought her to his side immediately.

‘Whatcha readin’?’ she asked.

‘Nuttin’ – Oh, Geez! I can’t believe this!’

Kneeling beside his chair, her chin resting on his knee, normally he would have given her a pat on the head, but he was too distracted.

‘May I?’

He glanced down at her. The way she batted her puppy-dog eye-lashes at him was SO endearing. ‘If you want. Not sure you’re gonna believe it, though.’

*Isobel bent in silent rapture as her Master pummeled her across her breasts, again and again. Her cunt quivered, ever-moistening with each application of the riding crop – *

‘Hmm – ‘ She opened her legs a little wider as she kneeled, allowing the cool night air coming from the window to regulate the temperature of her nether regions. She was already moist from coming to him as she liked to do, in her natural state. Seeing him also naked at the computer while she sat on the floor beside him only added to her arousal, however.

‘I mean, how realistic is this?’ he sputtered. ‘A woman having no say? Being – WANTING to be completely controlled? What kind of a woman acts like that? Totally unrealistic.’

‘Umm-hmmm – ‘

He stopped reading and turned toward her. She was wearing the gold chain he’d given her after she’d offered herself to him, and the light glinted off it as well as the nipple rings it hung between. He sometimes wondered if the rings weren’t what made her nipples look like they were in a state of perpetual arousal, but that was just idle speculation. Stiff nipples or not, every inch of her was beautiful in his eyes.

‘It certainly appears that something has piqued your interest,’ she said with a smile, gently touching his erect cock.

‘Always, baby,’ he laughed, gently but firmly grabbing her hair and drawing her lips up to meet his. He kissed her roughly, nipping intently at her bottom lip.

Hearing her moan after tasting blood, he pulled back.

‘Thing is, our relationship is a two-way street,’ he continued. ‘I certainly like to think so, anyway. Wouldn’t you agree?’

‘Yes, Master.’

While he paused reflectively, she stole another glance at the story that was still on the computer screen.

*She held her screams inside, proud of her ability to withstand whatever rewarding punishment Master blessed her with. And he blessed her, make no mistake. She was almost at the point of losing consciousness when the blows over her torso finally ceased. Oh, rapture! Please, Master, send me over the edge!*

‘I can feel your moistening for Master,’ he said, his hand rubbing between her cheeks and down into her tightest hole. ‘Tell me – how would YOU like it?’

‘Any – ooh – way, you’d like, Sir – ‘she moaned, feeling his fingers pressing deeper into both holes.

‘Take me in,’ he said, bending his cock toward her. Greedily popping the glans into her mouth, she was grateful to have it there to stifle her own cries, while his fingers forced their way as far inside her as they would go.

‘Open communication, that’s the – aah – key,’ he said, moaning. Dropping from the chair onto his knees so he could slam himself all the way down her throat, he gripped her cheeks, alternating between spreading and swatting them with increased intensity.

‘Yes – yes – YES! Oh, fuck! See, that’s – aah – the thing about these wanker writers – they’re – aah, shit! – so far removed from – reality – that – aah!’

Pulling out just before cumming, he shot his load all over her smiling, grateful face.

‘FUCK YEAH!’ he exclaimed.

‘See what I mean? Open, honest communication. These fucking writers should try writing something like what WE share. Shouldn’t they, darling?’

‘Yes, Master,’ she gasped, greedily licking the jism from her fingers.