A Dog/slave Weeend

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An unexpected repulsion of the plastic cock waving in his face made him scuffle back on all fours.

"What the hell..!" John/Frisky exclaimed.

Valerie took a predatory step toward him. "A deal's a deal, puppy. I want to make sure you are paid in full for signing those contracts and binding agreements."

The blue, six inch, torpedo shaped fake appendage bobbed up and down as if of its own free will.

"This..." he stammered, "...this isn't the deal."

"Sex. You wanted to have sex with me. Full on penetration. Right..?"

John/Frisky said nothing.

Two more steps toward him and she could reach the bedroom door. With a crooked, malevolent smile she slowly shut it giving John/Frisky nowhere to back up to.

His penis had lost some of its standing as Valerie rotated her hips grinding the dildo in the air at his face. The golden threads lining the pockets of her jeans waved like an ocean just a foot from his face.

"Please. No," John/Frisky said squeezing his eyes shut.

"What do you mean, 'no?' she asked, her upper body soaring into the sky above him. "Agreements were made. Contracts signed and dated. I have people who witnessed you agree to make me the Goddess of your entire world. But it's only legitimate between the two of us if I fulfill my end of the bargain."

She pinched the blue plastic between her thumb and forefinger inching it toward John/Frisky. She brushed his clenched lips with the tip. "Come on, puppy. We only have a few days left to consummate our lifelong commitment. I'm not letting you leave until both ends of our agreement are satisfied." With her other hand she clasped the back of John/Frisky's head and held it steady while forcing the object between his lips, grinding it along his front teeth. "That's it, pet. Open up for your Owner. Lube it up for me. Let's not ruin those new teeth."

"Naaahhooo..." he said around the plastic with clenched jaw and pursed lips.

"I didn't bring any lubricant. I don't have any. Never needed it. I wonder if Francy's grandma has any baby oil in her medicine cabinet?"

Distracted by her own talking, the pressure on his mouth subsided. "Please, Valerie, don't do this."

The wallop found its mark on the left side of his head knocking him into the side of the bed. His ear rung as Valerie's right palm with fingers fully extended hovered above him for another slap.

"I'm Mrs. Hagan! I'm Mrs. Hagan to you!" she emphasized her meaning with an identical smack once again driving his head into the side of the mattress. "How dare you return to your informality with me."

With her left hand she pinched his right ear, pulling it away from the cowering position buried in the side of the mattress. "Open up!" she commanded from on high as she thrust the dildo into his gaping mouth.

Now that his face had been violated he wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of closing his mouth around the invading item. He gagged and coughed as it mercilessly banged against the roof of his mouth and threatened to choke him in the back of his throat.

"What? Are you afraid?" Valerie taunted, her voice lowering in tone. "Afraid of sex with a girl? You're such a miserable failure it's no wonder you identify as a dog."

Now she used both hands, one to pinch his right ear, the other to hold his head still while she gyrated her hips giving life to the artificial penis. "Is this ruining your fantasy of having sex with me?" She giggled. "Suck it!"

John/Frisky, still squeezing his eyes shut slowly closed his lips around the thrusting device.

"You'll be alright, puppy dog. There's no reason to be scared. It's just sex with a girl. That is unless you are finally coming to grips with the fact that you're in no way man enough to do it." Valerie continued her rhythmic pumping. "Your fantasizing about a woman you could never hope to get is finally going to pay off, Frisky. Here I am. This may not be how you imagined it, but I'm going to make sure you know you've been fucked by me."

He wasn't sure if the tears were from the humiliation or the pain, but there had been a buildup of moisture in the corners of his eyes that rolled down his cheeks to join the spittle dripping from his lips.

"It's offensive to think a dog/slave could ever consider itself to be worthy of being intimate with me. You wish you were normal. A real man. Instead you're an itty-bitty puppy-doggie trapped on the end of my leash."

As if to emphasize the statement let go of his ear and the back of his head then grabbed the leash and pulled it tight forcing his face to remain at her crotch. "There you go. That's a good boy."

He couldn't move his head, the leash taught threatening to choke him if the dildo did not.

"You want me? You got me, puppy."

Valerie's thighs and waste worked together in a slow, waving motion. Sexy in fact, from any other point of view. Unhurried movements back and forth as if draining every ounce of physical pleasure out of the moment.

Taxing John/Frisky's gag reflex Valerie stopped her gyrations half way back in. "I think it's lubed up enough. Don't you think Frisky?"

He couldn't answer with a mouth full of plastic dick. It wouldn't matter what he had to say anyway. She pulled out dragging it across his bottom canine teeth while simultaneously giving slack to the leash. His neck and head dropped under their own weight.

Valerie stepped back and turned around taking two steps away from him. Then turned around and said, "Well, let's get my infidelity over with. Ready?"

John/Frisky hunched over forward, his balled mitts extended out on the carpet, head lowered as far as it could go.

Several heartbeats passed. His breathing slowed. He coughed into the carpet. Her foot took a step forward right in front of him then she lowered herself, knees bent. He could feel her breath on the back of his neck. The short hair growing back on his head vibrated from her sweet exhalation whispering over them.

Another several heartbeats later he felt the sharp edge of Valerie's long fingernail tip poke him under his chin forcing his head upward to look at her. With the thumb of her other hand she carefully wiped away the moisture accumulation around his eyes. "Don't you think I'm pretty anymore, puppy?" she said sweetly.

Her fingernail was relentless keeping his chin up not letting him look away. "If I'm good enough to fantasize about then I'm good enough to have sex with. Aren't I?"

John/Frisky looked up into her eyes for a moment then back down at her knees and the prosthetic dick hidden in the shadows of her breast.

"This is what you traded your freedom for. This is what you traded your humanity for. You forfeited your civil rights and autonomy. Every dime you have is mine. Going forward every dime you make is mine. Every move you make in life is determined by me. You traded away everything you are and ever will be for this moment in your life. It's a dream come true, Frisky. I want to make sure that you feel you have been properly compensated for your commitment to live the rest of your life as my dog/slave."

"N--No..." John/Frisky mumbled.

Valerie stood back up with a heavy breath while looking down at him. Her fingertips and fingernails stroked gingerly at the object of John/Frisky's torment. "Turn around, dog."