A Dog/slave Weeend

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"Do you want to try it?" Valerie asked him sitting back down beside him pushing her glasses back up her nose with an elegant finger.

"It looks like it hurt and besides," Randy said, "I have to talk to lawyers once in awhile."

"I don't mean that, you silly boy." Valerie took the drink from Randy's hand and finished it off. "I meant to lay out the law."

"I think he gets it."

Frisky had backed away beside the dresser.

A serious expression crossed Valerie's face while looking at Frisky. A single eyebrow arched upward above the frames of her glasses. "It does get it. Doesn't it?" Whatever she had done to Frisky she had done it good. She had the dog/slave's every hope and fear wrapped around her little finger. If only tomorrow Ashley would really appreciate what she had done for her.

Valerie turned her attention back to Randy by slamming his empty glass down on the nightstand.

"Easy now," he cautioned her.

Laying herself back over his legs resting on her left elbow, her free hand reached up once again to his boxers and pulled them down. Randy's erect penis bobbed up and down in her face. "Easy," she repeated after him. "If only you would be so easy to control."

"You wish," Randy said.

"No, I don't. I want you just the way you are." She licked her upper and lower lip, took off her glasses then dropped her head down on Randy's awaiting cock.

High and drunk he lay his back onto his pillow in the enjoyment of the stimulation his wife was giving him. It had been a long week and he needed this. Again.

He took a quick glance at Frisky who sat watching them.

"Either stop or do something with... your dog."

Valerie raised her right hand in the air and her fingers snapped twice. Emptying her mouth she said, "Frisky! Go lay down on the other side of the bed."

She didn't have to watch to know he obeyed her, turning her attention right back to Randy and his hard-on.

Randy watched as there was no hesitation on Frisky's part and did as he was told. Randy threw his head back in the pillow and held back a chuckle thinking about the situation. Ashley's near-do-well boyfriend chained down on all fours, his wife dominating him like it's an everyday occurrence, and him laying half naked while she gives him a blow job all in their bedroom. What the hell?

"Oh, my God," he finally said laughing.

Valerie doubled down on his pleasure thinking he was talking about her fellatio. Having an audience while giving the minor beating she had given Frisky had primed her for sex. Knowing Frisky was on the other side of the bed, chained down and unable to even open the door to let himself out while she prepared Randy for intercourse made her groin tingle ever so slightly.

Knowing his owner had his back to him, on the other side of the bed Frisky would sneak glances over the mattress at his owner bobbing her head up and down on Randy's dick. Not to take a chance at Valerie's wrath, he mostly stayed where he could only see her red head go up and then down again. His own doggie dick flooded with excitement but the metal cage would not allow for any unauthorized erections. And by authorized he meant one of the humans would unlock the chastity sheath. For now he was a dog/slave, inconsequential to the activities of the real humans enjoying each others bodies.

Valerie sat up but hunched over, dick still in mouth. She used her left hand to find the bondage accessories she had at the foot of the bed. Before Randy knew it his left wrist was strapped into the device. Valerie had no choice but to quit sucking and attach the end of the chains to the headboard.

"Let me tie you up this time, Val," Randy said.

Valerie giggled playfully while she rigged up Randy's right wrist. "You know I don't like to be out of control."

"Yeah," he half groaned. "But isn't it my turn?"

Once secured to the bedpost Valerie jumped off of the bed and began work on his ankles making sure that the chains were nice and tight and he lay in a spread eagle sort of fashion. "You don't get a turn," she said as if talking down to one of her children.

Randy tugged on his restraints. Here he was again at his wife's sexual mercies.

Somewhere along the way she had removed her underwear and she climbed aboard his belly. She began to slip out of the pink nightgown.

"Hey, hey, hey!" he shouted. "John's in here!" Randy feared for her modesty and didn't want some stranger leering at his wife.

Flipping the nighty off she said, "John isn't here, honey. Nobody is in here except you and me." She leaned her face down and kissed his cheek and spoke into his ear quietly. "There is no more John. It's Frisky. It' a dog/slave."

"Yeah, but it's getting an eyeful."

Valerie sat back up and looked down and over at Frisky sitting there. His cock was straining in its chastity sheath, the flesh of his scrotum being stretched to their breaking point as the unintentional erection pushed the metal contraption away and the ring anchoring it in place. Their eyes met and Valerie gave Frisky a slow wink with her left eye. She grabbed her left breast with her dexterous fingers and kneaded the flesh.

"He's harmless, baby. Besides, you have the only key to its chastity sheath," she said turning her attention back to her conquered prey she's mounted atop. "Doesn't that give you some sense of security?"

She shut him up by working herself down and over his cock. He said nothing as she slid up and down on him for several seconds lubing up the shaft with her own juices. "Hmmmm..." her throat hummed.

Frisky watched as she rose and dropped slowly with her thighs, taking in the standing phallus all of the way and then barely keeping it in at the top. Over and over. Until she stopped and pulled off of him.

For the life of him, Frisky didn't know whether to look out the french doors at the rain, keep looking at the humans, or lay down and go to sleep giving them their privacy and ignoring them. But Valerie didn't seem to mind, in fact almost putting on a show for him.

She spun her body about and climbed back on Randy, her head down by his toes. She ran one of her long fingernails down the sole of his foot. His foot twitched as she did it again and the foot pulled at the chain keeping it in place. Valerie smiled to herself.

"Stop that," Randy said.

Of course this only made Valerie even more determined. She wrapped her lips around his big toe and sucked it while her fingernail ever so lightly traced a line up and down the bottom of the foot. It twisted and fought but stayed in place as the restraints held tight.

Scooting her knees back until her head was now right over Randy's upright penis she wiggled her butt in his face. She laughed again before plunging her mouth down about his engorged cock.

The tug of war between the chastity sheath ring and his cock felt like it was going to rip his ball sack off. The erection impeded by the small size of the metal surrounding it would neither subside or relent. As a human he knew such pleasure if only too briefly living with Ashley. Now he was locked up, unable to achieve a full erection, and nothing more than these people's pet dog. His emotions vacillated between lusting after his owner and knowing he'll never get such pleasure from her. That was reserved for her husband.

Up and down her head pumped like a precision machine. She backed herself up a little more giving Randy's tongue access to her clitoris, which he took advantage of. The two were active for several minutes. Valerie pausing on his cock to postpone an orgasm and to react to his administrations behind her. She came once, then twice in a shudder and tossed her legs off of him ending her sucking with a wet smack.

Kneeling on the mattress, she looked down at her dog/slave still sitting dutifully for her awaiting whatever she would have him do next. Then she looked back at Randy's wet face. "Well," she said happily, "since I'm the one in charge in here I think I'll spice things up a bit."

With that she patted the mattress and said, "Come Frisky. Get up here."