At my boyfriend's apartment
At his apartment, my boyfriend took personally care of my shower, entering the box with me and passing a well-soaped hand on every inch of my body.
He especially took time in covering my pussy with the soap's thick white cream. He washed my hair, helped me drying them, and then took me to his bedroom. Even if we didn't talk about the afternoon, it was clear that what had happened loomed large in our minds and our bodies.
After all those our spent in the nude, teased by the provoking behavior of the dog-girls, humiliated in any possible way, a powerful wave of lust had taken me, which I had a desperate need to satisfy. My body was electric, there was no way in which I was going touched or penetrated which won't resonate in me.
I couldn't read my boyfriend's mind, but the stamina of his hard rock dick told me that seeing his girlfriend disposed at pleasure by his friend Miss Yu had excited him immensely.
We detached our bodies only in the early morning and we fell asleep naked, as I passed seamlessly from my last orgasm to slumber.
I woke up before him a few hours later, took another shower, dressed, scribbled a note (why I could only write:" thank you"?) and I left to get a taxi.
I spent the rest of the Sunday in bed, resting, trying to regain all the physical and mental energy that I had spent the day before.
Before I continue and to avoid continuous explanations and justifications, I have to explain that there are very few situations or proposals that I have refused and I will refuse, provided that they are presented together with a possible exit. This doesn't mean that I don't go through them without any strain, in my case especially psychological, not unlike a mountaineer that puts its life at risk in an arduous climb.
Someone has been surely irritated by my remissness, that they take as a psychological weakness or, in the best case, as cowardice.
On my side, I perceive them as weak and stuck up. They don't see the strength and courage that it takes to accept what I accept and to endure what I endure. I have the bravery to go to places where they'll never be able to go and come back.
As for the relationship with my boyfriend, he understands, as I do, that no other woman will be able to accompany him in the journey to unfold and exorcise his fantasies: this is a power that sometimes scares me.
So I waited for the next Saturday hoping to return to our more tame dates.
And yes, I hoped to see again the wild beauty of Wendy any Mandy, the perfection of their human bodies harnessed into an animal elegance. I wished that my boyfriend and Miss Yu would treat me as an equal and share with me their privilege to lead them and play with them.
But while I was telling me this, inside me, sitting at my desk in the Finance department of the company I worked for, or listening halfheartedly to some boring explanation during a meeting, I knew that there was no dignified way that could lead me at the compound, the only possible way required me to be at the other side of the leash and to go through more tests of resilience and training.
On Saturday, as the hour arrived, I waited for my boyfriend with a semi-transparent white shirt I know he liked and a short plaited blue skirt, hoping outwardly that my availability would derail any plan, other than having me as soon as possible, in the first deserted parking lot available.
However, as I saw the tall beige walls that protected the Compound, and I waved happily to the guards that greeted us, I was excited as a high school girl who is going to the date where she knows she will give her first kiss.
We arrived at the parking lot. I was ready to get off the car when my boyfriend stopped me.
" You cannot go out like that. Your outfits are here. Undress."
The reality was proving more challenging than what I had imagined during the week. I had conveniently forgotten the shame and humiliation. I undressed slowly, looking at my boyfriend, trying to make him understand my sacrifice. However, he was indifferent, looking out of the car. Of course, it didn't take long to get me naked, I stepped out of the car, looking around to see if there was any stranger and then he reached me and with a certain clumsiness he put the gloves on, the shoes, the collar and finally applied the little bells, but the screws bit so hard the nipples that I left out a little scream. He muttered sorry and proceeded quickly to ease them a little.
I started my walk on my four, led on the leash by him. The feeling of humiliation that accompanied the chime of the bells, provoked by my swinging naked breasts returned powerfully.
If I thought that I could overcome the fear of being seen in this state I was wrong. I couldn't stop looking left and right or being startled by any small noise that could announce the arrival of a person.
Had I really wished to be again in this position? If it was so, I was hopelessly regretting it.
I thought we were walking for the longest time, and the familiar feeling of tiredness was returning. So far I was getting back all the bad memories of the last Saturday, and none of the good.
We found miss Yu and the dog-girls suddenly and unexpectedly, for once the bells had not betrayed them. Miss Yu smiled at me, and I returned with hope that sign of acknowledgment.
Wendy and Mandy were much more expansive with my boyfriend, whom they assaulted with all the vigor of their young and strong bodies. He let go of my leash and almost fell on a nearby bench while holding and playfully shaking their heads.
Like the other time, their gloves pointed to and almost stroke my boyfriend's crotch.
To my astonishment, my boyfriend unzipped his trousers and let his cock out. Wendy and Mandy did not lose time: While one of them was licking the red tip of the penis, the other was using her tongue at the base, encircling it with large humid movements.
I felt I had to go and fight for what I considered mine, but I knew that I was going to record another defeat, so I stayed put watching my boyfriend being entertained by the two, under the proud eyes of miss Yu.
How long the little, high-pitched licks of Wendy would take to make him come? Mandy was swallowing his balls now, so voraciously that I felt afraid she would swallow them.
It didn't need so long as the shot of his cum plastered the girl's face only a few minutes later.
Everybody smiled, happy as if it was the great achievement of a little kid.
Miss Yu got close to him, and took his balls with one hand and with the other, extremely gently, the base.
I haven't noticed miss Yu's hands before, but I discovered now that they were very small and white as snow. My boyfriend's sex seemed like a treasure box in between candid lotuses.
Now Wendy took Mandy's place: but while one had brought him to climax, she was instead cleaning what Miss Yu was presenting her, not lapping the red head of the dick, but licking it with large strokes to clean it.
She took her time, until miss Yu put, again with great gentleness, the penis back in the trousers. After finishing with my boyfriend, Mandy continued her job with Wendy, whom she cleaned off of any drop of sperm that had landed on her, happily swallowing it.
Nobody had taken care of me and when our walk started, and I was put under the relentless care of miss Yu, I was in a very bad temper, and I didn't care about the light strokes that landed on my buttocks to correct the distorted swings of my ass, that I exaggerated on purpose to express my bad mood.
Or at least this is what I thought because in short while I felt that one of the girls was trying to lick my pussy sliding her head between my legs from behind. I jumped forward, trying to escape that unwanted attention, but the leash, firmly kept by the hand of my boyfriend, didn't let me move. Miss Yu put a hand on my back, forcing me to bend my knees.
