Page 27 of Thicker Than Blood

“Hold your ass open for me, Skýla,” he said but he couldn’t hide the desire in his low husky voice.

I rested my weight on my shoulders and reached behind me to spread myself for my Master until the cold wet lube dropped on my asshole. He fingered the lube around my hole while I held my breath waiting for him to put my tail inside me.

“Whose ass is this porní?” he murmured.

I placed my cheek on the cool floor before barking for him.

“Woof, woof, woof,” I said uttering my first bark of the day.

My reward was the anal plug slowly being eased back into place. I squirmed as it snapped into place. His fingers trailed down my pussy and rubbed my breasts against the floor, trying to scrape my nipples on the hard floor.

“Wet again?Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” he said but used all of his fingers to rub my pussy hard and fast before taking my clit between his fingertips, pinching it until I gasped in pain. When he released my aching clit, I lifted my ass in the air, trying to pull my ass cheeks open wider but the gloves grip didn’t help my cause.

“I’m not sure I can keep up with such a filthy slut,” he mused. “What a dilemma.”

I closed my eyes at his amusement. His mockery wasn’t new yet my cheeks still burned with shame but sadly it also made my pussy ache to be filled.

What a dilemma, indeed.

He pushed my hands away from my ass before he held my ass cheeks in the palm of his hands to rub my flesh before a stinging blow from his palm made me hiss and lift my head off the floor. He showered me with five more blows which only exacerbated my problem.

“Make yourself cum on my foot,” he murmured. “Rub that wet cunt all over it, cream my shoe then lick it all off. Every…last…bit…of your filth.”

I blinked beneath the mask as my mouth became dry and my heart raced at the image he concocted.

What a welcome back into his home.

Chapter 19

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, Skýla,” 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 rewardedher by rubbing my foot against her cunt until the final tremors stopped.

“You had better start licking, Skýla 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.

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