Part 8
Sarah just looked up at him, aghast.
"Don't you move a fucking muscle, bitch. You'll regret it if you do," warned
Sir, turning and walking into the kitchen.
Sarah dared not move; she knew what he was capable of. She stayed right where
she was - on her back on the hard polished boards in the middle of the lounge
room floor, knees bent, legs spread wide. In her dazed state, she could hear S
moving around in the kitchen, opening cupboards and banging drawers.
As he came back in the room, CL left Sarah's side and bounded over to him, tail
wagging in delight. The spaniel had spotted the open can in his hand; she could
smell its contents.
Dog food! Sarah thought, now more confused than ever. Surely he wasn't going to
feed CL in here? What the hell was going on? S squatted down beside Sarah. CL
sat down, too, and looked eagerly at S. She was hungry, and wanted to be fed.
"Listen to me, slut," he ordered. "CL is going to eat her dinner from your cunt.
I'm not going to tie you up, you will just accept it."
Sarah mewled in distress and shook her head. "No, Sir," she pleaded, "Please
don't make me do this, I don't want to!" she wailed, her face crumpling.
"Shut up! Open you mouth again, and I'll gag you and flog you to within an inch
of your life," he threatened. Sarah knew he meant it. There was nothing she
could do. So she lay frozen and silent on the floor, awaiting his next move.
Sarah heard the unmistakable sound of S snapping a thin, surgical glove on his
hand, then flinched as he scooped a handful of food from the can and smeared it
over her cunt. Despite herself, she shivered as his fingers glided over her
clit, mashing the food between her moist folds. Another scoop, and he pushed
some of the food inside her, his movements firm and purposeful. He handled her
with such competence, Sarah thought dizzily and she found her hips rising up to
meet his hand against her will as he rubbed a third handful along her pink slit.
With his thumb on her clit and two of his gloved fingers shoved deep in her
pussy, he kissed Sarah with crushing urgency while she moaned beneath him, her
cunt full of dog food and fingers, her mouth full of his probing, insistent
tongue. He kissed her sinuously, sensuously as he thumbed her juicy, dog food
coated clit and Sarah succumbed to the stirring sensations in her body, fighting
a losing battle between perceived right and wrong.
"You're a slut, aren't you?" he growled, his eyes boring into hers, hypnotizing
her with his control.
"Yes, Sir," she groaned, her hips bucking under his fingers as he continued to
manipulate her, driving her mad. "Yes, I'm a slut, Sir," she gasped.
"You'll do this for me, won't you, baby?" he whispered, watching the helpless,
tormented girl writhe beneath his hand. "You want to do this, don't you?" he
said, softly, insistently.
Sarah nodded frantically, shamefully unable to verbalize her answer.
"Say it, slut," he ordered. "Say you want CL to lick your cunt." He watched her
closely as Sarah wrestled with her conscience, desperate to cum but equally
desperate not to want the dog to be the cause of it.
"I want CL to lick my cunt, Sir," she whispered at last, and S's eyes gleamed
with triumph.
He withdrew his fingers from her cunt with a squelch and packed one last handful
of food into her pussy before he stood between Sarah's spread legs and snapped
off the glove. He looked around for the dog, who was watching proceedings with
great interest.
"Come here," he barked, and the dog scrambled over Sarah's legs to stand at his
feet. The spaniel's glistening nose quivered as she looked intently at S. She
could smell the food and a little string of drool escaped her muzzle, puddling
on the floorboards.
"Sit!" commanded S, and CL obeyed immediately. She'd been trained to sit and
wait before being allowed to eat, and to the little dog, this was no different
to any other mealtime.
"Stay," he said softly, stepping out from between Sarah's legs. CL didn't move,
but gazed at S, her eyes never leaving him as he moved aside. Sarah watched him,
too, biting her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Look at you both," he smirked. "One bitch waiting to eat and another bitch,
waiting to be eaten!"
Sarah flushed with shame, her body a seething mass of tumbled tortured emotions.
She shivered in morbid anticipation as she awaited the next command, the final
command, with baited breath. She fought the urge to rise and run screaming from
the room, closing her eyes tightly for what seemed an eternity.
"Eat."
CL fell on Sarah in ravenous delight, her cold snout buried in Sarah's pussy as
her rough, red tongue lapped at the food. Sarah cried out fiercely, body tense
and her fists clenched as she felt the dog's tongue on her, then in her, as CL
snaked inside Sarah's cunt in an effort to access the food.
"Relax, baby, relax," murmured S as he watched the scene unfolding before him,
an aura of supreme command and control encircling him. "Just relax, let go, let
it happen..."
His words washed over Sarah and she surrendered to him, allowed herself to be
carried away, deep into oblivion. Her world shrunk; all that existed was she, He
and what she was feeling. Saliva mingled with dog food mingled with wetness, and
Sarah felt the first stirrings of orgasm sweep through her as the dog's silky
ears brushed gently against her creamy, spread thighs, CL's whiskers tickling
Sarah's ass cheeks as her tongue delved deeper, deeper and deeper still.
"Do you want to cum, slut?" he asked the feverish girl, twisting and turning on
the floor at his feet.
CL's tongue washed over Sarah's pussy, licking everything she could find. Sarah
cried out as the dog's hot, rough tongue burrowed deeply into her cunt, pushing
apart her tight, pink walls, scooping out the food S had pushed deep inside her.
The lapping was relentless and insistent, driving Sarah closer and closer to the
edge of blistering orgasm.
"Yes!" begged Sarah, wretchedly. "Please let me cum, Sir, please!"
The food was almost gone; CL had done her job well. The dog hunted and snuffled
for the last traces of food, licking more and more urgently as the morsels
became fewer and fewer. Sarah responded by bucking her hips to meet the dog's
searching muzzle, her desperation to cum pushing aside all sanity and reason.
She couldn't get enough of the dog's tongue sliding and gliding over her clit as
it stabbed into her wet, soaked hole, her sharp canine teeth grazing Sarah's
delicate skin with exquisite sensation.
"You can come, slut," he said softly, his eyes narrowing as Sarah exploded
before him
Sarah had no control, she was helplessly at the mercy of S, and CL by default,
but she didn't care. Sarah was past caring. Long, shuddering sobs racked her
body as she came violently, her pussy muscles clenching as waves of pleasure
ripped through her. She held the little dog's silken head in a vice-like grip as
her thighs squeezed together in an unconscious desire to prolong the moment.
Whining in protest, all the food gone, CL wriggled out from between Sarah's legs
and sat off to the side, licking her chops.
As the last of her orgasm died, Sarah lay exhausted on the floor, drained and
flushed. She couldn't believe what she'd just done - she'd allowed a dog to lick
her cunt! And... she'd actually cum! As realization dawned on her, the tears
started, hot wet tears that streamed silently down her face. Filled with shame
and humiliation, she curled tightly into a little defensive ball on the floor,
knees up to her breasts, arms clutched tightly around her legs. She wanted to
disappear, she loved CL and she couldn't believe S had reduced her to this.
Sarah thought she hated him, hated him for what he made her do. Her shoulders
shook as she sobbed in hopeless despair.
S watched her silently. Then, he bent down and shook her shoulder.
"Get up," he ordered.
Sarah shook her head, refusing to look at him.
"Do as you're told," he snapped, steel in his voice.
Sarah didn't move for a moment. Then, she uncurled herself and got to her feet,
her face streaked with tears and her legs shaking. She couldn't look at S; she
was too distraught, too ashamed.
"Did you like that?" he asked, catching her jaw in a firm grip, forcing Sarah to
look at him.
She didn't answer.
"I think you did, Sarah. In fact, I know you did. Your body betrayed you, didn't
it?"
"You made me do terrible things!" she spat. "I never would have done that!
What's wrong with you? I'm a prisoner here, I do what I'm told, I clean your
fucking house, I cook for you, I do everything you tell me, and it's still not
good enough. You have to humiliate me as well. What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing's wrong with me," he said, ignoring her rudeness. "I am what I am. You
are, too," he added.
Sarah looked at him, puzzled.
"What do you mean, I am too?" she asked, her brow furrowed with confusion.
"Come and sit down," he said, walking towards the couch. He picked her discarded
apron up off the floor and spread it on the sofa for her to sit on. Sarah
hesitated warily, unsure of what to do.
"Hurry up!" he said impatiently, patting the seat beside him.
Sarah obeyed.
S relaxed into the corner of the sofa, arms folded lightly across his chest. He
looked at her lazily as she sat beside him, body rigid.
"You're submissive, Sarah," he said simply.
"You're the other half to my Dominance, I sensed you as soon as I met you. Well,
maybe not as soon as we met, but certainly after that first night in the hut,"
he corrected.
Sarah looked at him, eyes wide, lips parted in amazement.
"We didn't meet, you kidnapped me!" she protested.
"Yes, that's true," he agreed. "But aintcha kinda glad I did?" He smirked and
raised an eyebrow.
Despite herself, Sarah smiled. She loved his arrogance, his confidence.
"Natural, wanton, helpless, desperate, submissive, little slut," he murmured,
twirling one of her curls around his fingers. "A rare prize, indeed."
"But...wha... I don't understand," she said helplessly. "What does it mean?"
"You crave control, Sarah. You're desperate to please, you know you'll do
anything for me. Don't you?" he snapped.
Sarah nodded slowly.
"Maybe," she replied, her head spinning. "But I'm not a doormat, I'm not weak,"
she said, defiantly, her eyes spitting shards of green glass.
"Submissives are the strongest people I know," replied S. "I love your spirit,
your fire. Dominance isn't about breaking, it's about control. Why would I break
my favourite toy? What would be the point? But I'll push your boundaries, reduce
you to your basest level. And I'll keep you safe while I do it, protect you
while you squirm helplessly at my feet, begging me to fuck you, use you, own
you, control you. I'll strip your soul bare, expose your deepest, darkest
secrets, delve into your mind, twist inside you. Live in you. Tell me you don't
want that, Sarah. Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you don't need it."
Sarah couldn't speak. Her mind was racing.
"Go take a shower, think about what I've said, then come back here," he said at
last.
When she returned, fresh and clean, S was standing by the windows, looking out
over the ocean.
"You can go, Sarah," he said, his voice cold and hard. "I'll drive you to the
airport, there's a flight tomorrow afternoon that will take you home."
Blind panic rose in Sarah as he spoke. She realised she loved this man, this
wild and dangerous and complicated man who had snatched her off a beach and
fucked her and humiliated her and tattooed her and used her. She loved him. She
didn't want to leave him. She knew she didn't want to go.
"But... but... Sir?" she stammered her voice quavering.
He looked at her.
"Uh, I don't want to go, Sir," she said, her chin wobbling.
"But you can go home, Sarah. Back to your family and friends. Back to your
world, back where you belong. Forget you ever knew me."
"NO!" she blurted, "I don't want that! I want to stay, please let me stay with
you!"
"If you stay, Sarah, it will be on my terms. You are my submissive; you will do
as you're told. I can be cruel, Sarah, you should know that. I won't tolerate
disobedience, or rudeness, or sneaky, underhanded attempts at manipulation. I'm
willing to patient with you to an extent, because you're new to this. But, fuck
with me, and you'll regret it. There will be no second chances. Do you
understand?"
Sarah nodded, her eyes big and wide. S pointed at the floor before him.
"Kneel."
Sarah walked hesitantly across the room towards where he stood in front of the
huge windows, her towel clutched around her. It fell to the floor as she knelt
naked before him, head bowed.
"Please me," he ordered.
Sarah's hands trembled as she unzipped his pants. She reached for his cock
through his shorts. S' hands were in her hair, pressing her face into him, his
cock rubbing against her moist, full lips. He wasn't quite hard yet, but as she
greedily took him into her mouth, she could feel him growing, thickening, and
hardening as her warm wetness enveloped him. Sarah gasped as she felt S' hands
pulling her hair, pulling her head up so she was forced to look at him, her
mouth stuffed full of his cock.
"Do you want me to fuck your mouth, slut? Do you deserve to have me come down
your throat, over your face, in your hair?"
Although she couldn't talk, S could see the answer plainly in her eyes... yes,
Sarah wanted all that, yes, she wanted him to fuck her mouth, yes, she wanted
him to use her. Needed him to use her.
And use her he did, thrusting into her warm, willing mouth again and again as
she sucked, licked and lapped at his cock, her teeth grazing lightly over him as
she tried desperately to swallow as much of him as could, almost choking as he
plunged deeper and deeper into her mouth and down the soft back of her throat.
"I love your cock, Sir," she sighed, her mouth full of his hardness.
"I'm a cock hungry, cock sucking slut..." she gasped, as he fucked her face,
ruthlessly using her.
Sarah massaged his balls in rhythm with her mouth, as if she were milking him.
Her tongue was slipping, sliding all over him as she sucked him in as deep as
she could manage her free hand clutching at his ass as she rocked on her knees
before him, trying to keep balanced. He thrust into her mouth harder and faster,
no concern for her comfort.
Sarah sensed S was getting close to cumming so she sucked him as deeply and
rhythmically as she could, her fingers cupping his balls as she urged him on.
Sarah wanted him to cum, wanted him to use her and cum in her mouth, all that
mattered was pleasing him.
Finally, S exploded and Sarah felt his hot, thick cum flooding her mouth and
throat. In her eagerness, his cock slipped from her lips, splashing cum across
her cheeks and down her chin, onto her breasts. She shivered as S traced his
index finger across her cum soaked face, gathering his seed. He fed it to her
and she took it eagerly, desperate to taste him.
"You've pleased me," he said softly, wiping his cock with her hair, then zipping
himself back into his pants.
"Wait there."
Sarah remained naked on her knees, her face pink and shining with his cum. She
heard him call the dog, and wondered what he was doing. He returned, CL's
leather collar in his hands.
"Head down," he snapped, and she obeyed, her blonde curls tumbling about her
face as she bent her head.
He pushed her hair aside, then fastened the collar around her neck.
"I own you, now, bitch," he said, jerking her head up with a handful of hair,
the collar red against her pale throat.
"You are mine."
