"Enjoy the show, doggy?"
Princess entered her chamber with a post-coital glow and satisfied smirk. She observed the pathetic creature that had once been her husband, his desperate eyes darting towards her with a faint sense of relief in anticipation of being attended to.
He was on all fours, the leather cupped elbows and knees of his tightly bound limbs securely locked into floor sockets. Positioned in front of a large screen, his head was forced up by a chain that connected his tight leather hood to the equally tight testicle ring of his chastity cage, his swollen balls exposed and strangled with any attempt to lower his head.
On the screen before him was now an empty mattress, against the spartan backdrop of a clinical, dungeon-like interior. The show was over. But what doggy had just witnessed was replaying vividly in his hyper-sexual human mind, as it did several times per week on live stream, sometimes daily when Princess was ovulating.
The routine was established. Princess ensured doggy always got a restrained, front row center view of her frequent sexual exploits in the depths of her manor. In those dungeons she held captive seven men, lured into their fate by her loyal and professional female servants. The enslaved men enjoyed privileges that even her own husband was cruelly deprived of. His special privilege was being permitted to share Princess's lavish chamber, albeit in a state of being that was more like a pet.
Princess walked over to her beloved and grabbed the remote from the end of the bed.
"I want us to watch my favourite part together. You know he hadn't cum in over a month. Can you imagine?"
Doggy howled out a twisted, restrained whimper - the most vocal he could be through his multi-formed muzzle. He had first been ring gagged behind his teeth, forcing his mouth open, plugged by a large, phallic insert with a centrally running tube that allowed both air and delivery of fluids directly down his throat. Holding it all in place was a full headed leather hood with a grilled flap buttoned across his mouth.
"Oh, I'm sorry. How insensitive of me. Maybe you can somewhat imagine after a whole year of not cumming."
Princess casually scanned back through the video and pressed play. The camera was positioned behind her, riding one of her young, beautifully toned sex slaves. The slave was cuffed, wrists and ankles, spread eagle on the hard mattress, grunting rhythmically in sync to Princess's soft ass bouncing as she enveloped his long, veiny, girthy cock. Her pussy lips visibly dragged on him each time she rose.
Doggy could only watch the repeat with a reinvigorated, insatiable hunger.
"This is the part. Doesn't my ass look amazing, doggy? Shame you can't see my bouncing tits. I think that's what made him cum so quick and hard. He was so fixated on them like he was hypnotised. So desperate. They are magnificent though, aren't they?"
Princess, sat on the edge of the bed and eyes still greedily on the screen, reached for doggy's exposed, full, purple balls and began maddeningly caressing them with her nails, flicking up to his taint and semi-circling the rim of his anus, painfully stretched out by a novel tail plug.
Doggy snorted sharply and once again whimpered agonisingly in reaction to the sensations. His helplessly continuous erection attempts were tightly restricted by the snug, steel chastity cage.
"Shush, doggy. Here it comes. He's about to fill me up. Listen to how he moans when he cums. It's like nothing I've ever heard before."
As soon as she had said that, the screen slave suddenly lurched upwards, every visible muscle in his body tensing, his balls clenching into his groin, and released an earth shaking guttural scream in mind breaking primal abandon. This was followed by more spasmic thrusts as he unleashed his pent up load, squirt by squirt, in the throws of his violently needed orgasm.
Doggy was catatonically transfixed, vicariously but unsatisfyingly imagining his own forbidden orgasm through the explicitly displayed motions and sounds. He too released his own guttural, yet painfully muffled scream. Princess's nails were still gently taunting his sack and anal ring.
"Oh my goodness, doggy. Imagine pumping me full of cum like that and how amazing it would feel. After all that time."
On the screen, Princess lifted off the now expent slave, the uncontainable semen cascading in thick globs from her used pussy over a still rock hard erection.
"I don't think I've ever been filled up that much."
Doggy let out a high pitched, forlorn sob from behind his muzzle and began frantically humping the air, which only served to strangle his freshly teased balls, given the connecting restraint to his hood. Seeing a man gloriously release what was permanently trapped and ever building inside his own system was like a grotesque parody of a starving person watching a mukbang.
"A-ah, calm down, doggy. You know I forbid you to make those disgusting thrusting motions. Don't make me get the tazer."
It wasn't an empty threat. Despite how initially involuntary those deeply primal reactions were, doggy had learned to put a stop to them in order to avoid adding unnecessary pain to his already unbearable situation. That tazer would have been applied directly to his most sensitive area if he didn't. The agony wasn't worth the mere ghost of momentary relief.
"Bad dog. You'll never cum again. You'll never even enjoy a full erection again. I'll make sure of that."
Doggy howled in hopeless, ravenous frustration from the stark devastation of Princess's words. He wanted her on a level that was so deep it was unfathomable to anyone outside of his own mind.
Princess proceeded to unlock his floor restraints, allowing him to hobble in restricted, aching freedom. She kneeled before him and leaned into his face, holding his chin.
"It's bath night tonight. Jessica will take care of that."
Jessica. One of Princess's beautiful servant girls, with huge breasts and a cold, professional demeanour. Doggy was wide eyed imagining the private torment Jessica would inflict upon him during this weekly ritual. Yet his attempted erection couldn't help but be reinvigorated once again, squished within its confines.
Princess allowed the servant girls to deliver their duty with some improvised abandon, as long as it didn't involve delivering undue pleasure to her pet. She recalled how Jessica had reported doggy's lustful gestures towards her. She leaned in close.
"Don't you dare look at her in that way. Perverted dog. You only have eyes for me. Do you understand?"
Doggy clenched his eyes shut. He was trapped in a horny nightmare, his unreleased lust endlessly fuelled from multiple sources. Princess stood up and tapped on her phone.
"Doggy needs bathing. He's ready for you now."
Jessica promptly responded, "yes, Princess", while doggy drooled at both ends.
Princess unclipped the chain from his testicle ring, now making it a freer leash which Jessica took command of several minutes later.
He was yanked down to a wet room, where Jessica proceeded to lock him in similar stub restraints to those in the bedroom, strip his torso naked and remove his tail plug to allow him to do his business. She would then thoroughly hose him down at a distance with warm, soapy water.
"Princess wants you cleaned up, dumb dirty dog!"
As with the usual procedure, Jessica would replace doggy's fluffy body suit with a fresh one after the naked hosing. The newly laundered suit itched his body, and only served to radiate his inner sexual heat, from which Princess found a welcome and snuggling warmth, when she needed it.
Doggy couldn't help but admire Jessica's insane beauty. He knew her keen eye would spot his own amorously wandering and inform Princess. But he was so lost in a world of endless sexual frustration that he was no longer in control of his transfixed stares. This became only clearer while Jessica was preparing him for return. She noticed doggy was widely fixated on her full, irresistible cleavage as she leaned over to dry his still masked head. He groaned as a string of drool spilled between the grate in his hood.
"Close your eyes! You are such a hopeless pervert."
Doggy whimpered in irresistible lust and started thrusting, his erection painfully crushed. Nobody understood just how intensely he was feeling his forbidden urges.
"Ugh, you're a disgusting beast. I will tell Princess."
Jessica squeezed doggy's already tortured balls unforgivingly, causing him to release a gurgled scream.
She dried him more vigorously, her large breasts swinging into his face as she leaned over him. Inside his hood was a furnace of shame and incomprehensible desire. He knew the report to Princess was not going to be favourable.
"Princess will punish you in her own way, that's for sure. But I think it's only right I give you my own personal punishment."
Jessica was still to re-insert doggy's butt tail. She had a menacing idea. Doggy could only watch in helpless horror as she adorned surgical gloves and slathered the plug in some kind of lotion, that certainly didn't look like a regular, water-based lube.
"This is called deep heat. Athletes use it to soothe their muscles. Says here to avoid using it on sensitive areas." She smirked.
Doggy scoffed and snorted desperately in futile protest, his locked limbs firmly holding him in the optimal position for re-entry.
"It's funny. Princess won't even know why you seem extra agitated. You won't even be able to communicate that your insides are burning."
Doggy was shaking and terror stricken.
"You're just gonna be a burning meat sack of torment, likely for several hours. Open wide, bitch."
As soon as the reinvigorated plug entered into him, doggy felt the chemical heat intimately permeate nerve endings that he wasn't even previously aware of. He writhed in ways that could never physically express the qualia of his inner suffering, yet he had no choice but to endure. The physical expression of the experience in his mind was a merely crude caricature.
