This is part four of an ongoing series introducing Reilly Page to a life of pet play, including intense scenes of humiliation, degradation, cum play, BDSM, anal play, gangbangs, orgies, threesomes, public masturbation and sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and many other things. If these things make you uncomfortable, don't bother with this series. It will be told in duel points of view throughout the series. I highly suggest you start at the beginning of this series to understand their arrangement and who they are. Feedback is what drives this train, so please leave comments and feedback!
REILLY
Jerking awake again, I bite down hard on the bone gag in my mouth as the butt plug springs to life and pulses vibrations inside of my ass. My teeth shift into the dents that have formed from me doing this over and over throughout the entire night, and more drool runs down my chin. Delirious from lack of sleep, I pull myself onto all fours again, having discovered early in my kennel time that it is the only position that is quiet enough to not wake Desiree or James as they sleep soundly in the bed next to me. Pressing the tips of my fingers into the hard, cold, plastic tray on the floor of the kennel, I concentrate on my breathing as the device pulses in waves.
Utter exhaustion tortures my body and mind as I fight through the torment of having my asshole assaulted again, adding another tally to the number of times this has happened in random increments, no more than thirty minutes apart throughout the entire night. Each time I would be able to doze off, the torturous vibration would ravage my asshole again sending waves of pleasure and frustration ripping through my body.
This has been the absolute longest night of my life. The randomness of the settings has kept me on the edge of sanity all night long. I discovered early on, that not only are the vibration patterns random, so is the strength. There were some activations that vibrated on low and teased me to the edge of orgasm, and there were others that vibrated so hard, I think my bones rattled. I know that at least three times, possibly four, during those bone rattling vibrations, I came. Hard. I dread what my punishment will be when that egg tattles on me, but I must admit, those orgasms are what has kept me alive. I never even knew, before this, that I could have an orgasm without clit stimulation, and it was Earth-shattering every time.
The vibration finally stopping, I slump forward, my heart racing, and my pussy leaking down my thighs. Of all the frustrations of the experience, the fact that my body desperately responds to and craves the abuse makes me sick to my stomach. I feel utterly betrayed by my own body, and even as I experienced it alone during the night, I'm still humiliated by how my pussy wept from the assaulting device.
My head pounding from lack of sleep, I close my eyes and desperately chase the next time slot of freedom before the device will jolt me awake again. The tingling urgency to empty my bladder that I've tried my best to ignore, is growing exponentially with each time the vibration begins and is almost to the point of being unbearable.
I open my exhausted eyes to see Desiree's eyes staring at me as I lay, breathless on the cold, plastic floor, facing her with James wrapped tightly around her from behind. Another sharp pang of jealousy stings my heart as it had all night long when my eyes landed on the happy couple, sleeping, warm and comfortably together.
The barely awake sun casts a dim light of dawn through the room, and I avert my eyes from hers, inadvertently moving them to her naked, exposed boobs. James's forearm is sandwiched between them, and the little diamonds on the ends of the bar piercings glint in the light. I tell myself that it's purely exhaustion that has me staring longer than I should before I look back at her eyes that are still watching me.
"I horry hor haking you," I quietly whisper, struggling around the gag between my teeth from my fetal position. "I yeed to use the athroom, lease, a'am."
I see her close her eyes again, snuggling back deeper into James, ignoring me. I try to be still and patient, but when I shift restlessly again, the latch on the cage rattles, and Desiree's eyes pop open again. She lets out a heavy sigh of aggravation and glares at me. My attempt to swallow makes an audible sound, and I see her roll her eyes when I shift again.
My bladder is screaming at me for relief, and I regret not taking James up on his offer to void it last night before bed.
"Daddy," Desiree groans, gently nudging him with her elbow. When there is no response, she reaches back and touches the side of his face. "James."
"Hm?" he hums in response, immediately dozing off again.
"Jameson," she whines, nudging him once again.
"What?" he mumbles sleepily, tightening his arms around her to pull her closer against himself and slowly skating his fingertips across the back of her arm.
"Your worthless dog is annoying me," she grouchily replies, making me cringe.
"What?" he asks, lifting his head and squinting his eyes open as he tries to focus on me, curled in a ball on the kennel floor, hugging my knees to my chest. "What's she doing?"
"Speaking to me," Desiree replies, rolling over and burying her face into his bare chest.
Huffing a tired laugh, he drops his head back onto his pillow, closing his eyes again. "Shut up, Pet," he mumbles in a gruff voice.
"I horry. I eeeally yeed to use the athroom, lease," I quietly plead. "I can't hole it anyore."
"So annoyingly needy," Desiree groans, softly feathering kisses across James's chest and up to his neck.
"Hm," he hums, sliding his open hand across her bare back, his palm resting on her tailbone. "I guess I gotta take her," he groans in a sleep heavy, raspy voice.
Thank God.
I anxiously wait in my cage, fidgeting as I struggle to hold my urine, and I see him reach out and tilt his phone to his face for a moment.
"What time is it?" Desiree asks, kissing the side of his neck and across the top of his shoulder.
"Five thirty," he yawns, rubbing his face. "Go back to sleep. You still have half an hour."
I watch James start to sit up, and then tears of frustration at more waiting sting my eyes when I see Desiree pull the sheet off of both of them and slide her leg over James's hip, slipping her naked body on top of him as he drops onto his back again.
"Let's make your puppy some breakfast instead," she giggles sleepily, sitting up and sliding his morning erection into herself, humming with the satisfaction of being filled with his cock. I watch her lean back and rest her palms on his thighs behind her, her back arched, and her boobs pushed out. "Turn the light on so she can watch me fuck you," she mews in a sleepy, raspy voice.
"Fuck," James breathes, his hands gripping her hips as she rolls them against him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with each rotation. Reaching over, he clicks on the bedside lamp, all three of us squinting at the sudden invasion of light. "You always wanna show off," he teases in a gravelly voice.
