The Game Ch 02 19

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Firstly a thank you to those who have read and enjoyed "The Game". This is the first story I have published so am glad of the warm reception.

Secondly, The Weekend is to be split into 4 different parts each exploring a different subject/theme, so if there is one that is not for you then I hope that doesn't discourage you from reading the next one. All comments are welcome and appreciated.

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L- writhed and contorted on the bed for about 20 minutes listening to Paul relax in the shower. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't achieve a release from the vibrator tormenting her pussy, and with her legs tied spread it was impossible to clench her thighs around the base. He returned leisurely drying off with a bath towel around his waist. "Having fun?" he asked sarcastically, while she scowled back at him behind the gag. He stepped over to her and gave her nipple a firm pinch.

"Don't give me that look, L-." He kept pinching until she whimpered and her expression softened to pleading. "That's better," he said "you lost fair and square, get used to it." He returned to the dresser and started putting on his clothes. Once fully dressed he picked up his riding crop, giving it a couple of flexes and swishes through the air to intimidate L-, and returned to her side.

"So, this is how things are going to go; I have you until tomorrow evening, so until I say otherwise you are going to be my bitch, and I your Master" he cupped her chin so that she faced him, "and for that, these are the rules;

1) If it wasn't obvious, Bitch L- does what her master commands

2) Bitch L- does not wear clothes

3) Bitch L- stays on all fours

4) Bitch L- does not talk, she barks; Once for yes, Twice for no. Do you understand?"

L- gave a grunt through the gag to show that she did.

"Good girl. Lastly 5) Bitch L- does not cum. Now now, don't look at me like that" he said, as he could see the pang of disappointment in her eyes "Bitches can't orgasm, that's just biology. But don't worry, I won't keep you as a dog all weekend; if you behave and show me you can be obedient, you will get to serve as my maid soon instead. But if I can't trust you, then you will just be my toy for the rest of the weekend. And believe me when I say that you don't want that. Understand?"

"yf thur" she mumbled through the gag, and was immediately struck with the crop across her breast.

"Clearly not, if you have already forgotten Rule #4" He pulled the gag off and asked again, "Understand, Bitch?"

"..Woof!" she replied, humiliated at being treated as a pet.

"Good girl!" he chimed, patting her on the head. "Let's just put some finishing touches and then I will untie you." He selected two adjustable nipple clamps from the desk and attached a weighted bell to each, so that they would ring beneath her as she crawled. One by one he lifted her breasts to his mouth, taking his time to suck and lick her nipples until they stood erect, so that he could attach the clamp to the firm bud. She winced as he did so. They were not excruciatingly tight, but would not let go easily and the weighted bell would provide a constant tug of discomfort.

Her hair was put into two makeshift buns on each side of her head to resemble puppy ears, and a leash clipped to her collar before he unclipped the cuffs from the bed and the spreader bar. While she stretched her limbs he removed the dildo, now absolutely slick from her pussy, and gave a sharp tug on the leash to pull her up. "Come on, off the bed, L-. No pets on the furniture" he chided. Inwardly she fumed at the humiliating way that he was talking to her, incensed that she had lost the bet, but she couldn't deny how much it was turning her on. And with him flicking the crop threateningly she knew better than to disobey him.

He led her into the wide open living room, lightly tapping her flanks with the crop to direct her, and pulled her collar short when she reached his side so that she was raised up on to her back legs. He cupped the side of her face close to his side, so that she was inches from the bulge already forming in his trousers, and lifted her chin to him. "Now, I want to see that you can be a good little puppy and show me you know how to crawl. You are going to do 5 wide laps around me, keeping the leash taut. When you come across the front here," he pointed to a position near the patio windows with the crop, "you are going to give me a nice loud bark to show me that you agree that L- is a dumb bitch who deserves this for losing, Understand?"

For the briefest moment her eyes flashed with venom at having to agree with this remark, but it was quickly replaced with an obedient smile when she remembered the crop at his side. "Woof!"

"Good," letting her leash get enough slack to drop back to all fours he gave her a slap on the butt and set her off crawling. As instructed, she barked her admission as she passed the mark on her first lap, and blushed as Paul started laughing at her degradation. At arm's length he was still able to flick the tip of the crop at her while she circled him. "Faster, Bitch. Let's hear those bells ring". She tried to move faster to escape the crop, only to wince as this sent the heavy bells jingling underneath her tits. Paul kept her motivated with the crop, insisting she face him when she barked so he could see her shame for his amusement. He stopped her at the end of the 4th lap, and approached while she caught her breath.

"Good doggy" he said, patting her head. She couldn't help but smile at his praise while he stroked her cheek. "But I feel like something's missing, don't you?"

L- didn't say anything, not sure where this was going but sure she wouldn't like it.

Paul snapped his fingers dramatically, "that's it! A good doggy needs a tail" and with that he pulled from his pocket a small butt plug with a tufty piece of fur attached to the base. She groaned knowing where this was going, but obediently spread her legs regardless as Paul slapped them apart with the crop. He lubricated the plug, and was gentle as he pushed the tip against her asshole, but L- couldn't help but let out a yelp as the widest part was pushed inside and her sphincter closed around the base.

"There, that's much better. Now give your tail a shake for me" L- shook her ass as instructed, causing the fur to swish between her thighs. Despite the degradation she felt at being treated like this, and from Paul's cruel laughter, she couldn't deny how much it was turning her on, nor the pleasure of feeling the fur lightly brush her pussy as it moved. Paul returned to the centre of the room, gave her one more tap of the crop and set her on her last lap. It was impossible to ignore the feeling of the plug now embedded in her ass as she crawled. When she finished her final lap and gave the bark as instructed, he tugged at her leash bringing her to rest by the sofa as he took a seat.

"Good doggy, I think we can lose this now" he said, dropping the leash. "But let's play another game, shall we?" Picking up her dildo, he held it between their faces and asked "How about fetch? Sound good, Pet?"

L- scowled. She knew it was coming, but didn't have to sycophantically agree. "Woof! Woof!" she replied.

"No? You don't want to play? Well let's just see" he reached down slowly, lightly tapping the bell jingling as he moved his hand towards her pussy, and probed a finger within.

She closed her eyes, basking in his touch, and when he withdrew his hand he brought it in front of her, demonstrating how wet she was. "I think you were lying, weren't you?" he pushed his fingers into her mouth to clean them off, and she gave a muffled bark around them. He gave her a sharp slap as he took his hand out of her mouth. "Don't lie to me again, understand you horny slut?" "woof...ngh!" she moaned back, pining for his touch on her again.

"Good girl, now Fetch!" he commanded, tossing the dildo over her shoulder to the corner of the room. L- scrambled to collect it, her leash trailing between her legs. There was no sense pretending, either to Paul or herself, that she wasn't enjoying being dominated by him, and so despite the humiliation gave renewed effort to commit to the role. Picking up the rubber toy at the base to avoid tasting herself, she returned to her Master sat at the sofa and dropped it into his waiting hand.

"No, no, stupid. Surely a slut like you knows that *this* is the end you put in your mouth" he punctuated the word by grabbing the back of her head and forcing her to deeply fellate the toy, holding firm for her to taste it until her eyes watered. When he released his grip she sputtered as it was withdrawn from her mouth. "Now, let's try again, fetch!"

This time she willingly, if not enthusiastically, picked up the dildo by the head, and returned it to her master's welcoming hand.

A few more tosses and L- was starting to tire; there is only so much someone can comfortably stay on all fours. Paul had noticed and paused before leaning down and holding the dildo to her face.

"Ok, only one more throw then you can get a nice break, are you ready?" L- gave her bark of agreement and nodded her head enthusiastically, but her smile faded as she saw Paul stride to the patio doors, open them, and toss the dildo into the back garden!

L- stared motionless for a moment, her mouth agape at what Paul was expecting her to do. The fences of their back garden were high enough that the neighbours wouldn't see from their back gardens, but they could if they were at their windows upstairs. Paul must have figured that this was a very small risk, but he wasn't the one expected to crawl naked and collared outside with a tail up the ass! She whimpered, pleading for mercy, but saw none in his eyes. He grabbed the scruff of her collar and pulled her to the doorway.

"It will take you less than 10 seconds, you will be fine" he reassured her, "but the longer you leave it, the more likely a neighbour may see your toy in the backyard." This panicked her, *had anyone seen already?*

"Now, I am not going to tell you again, L-," he held the tip of the crop under her chin, directing her gaze to the target, "3..2..1, Fetch" and with a firm strike of the crop to her raised ass she shot out of the doorway to retrieve the toy. The fresh spring air brought goosebumps to her skin, and the grass was wet from the recent showers, but her focus was on getting to the toy and back as quickly as possible. She could ignore the torment of the plug as she raced across the lawn, but hated how the bells jingled beneath her, sure that this would alert the neighbours. Upon retrieving the toy she turned and made a dash back for the safety of the house...only to see Paul starting to close the patio door!

"Mmm!" she whined around the rubber cock, shaking her head wildly. *He wouldn't dare!* she thought, but there was no way she would chance it. Smiling, he swung the door back open, and despite her anger with him L-'s heart leapt in relief that he had only been teasing her, as she raced through the door, and dropped the dildo at his feet while he closed the door behind her.

"Well done, Pet!" he beamed, giving her a warm hug that filled her with pride. "You didn't much like that, did you?" he asked, still grinning widely as it had amused him so much.

"Woof Woof!" she angrily snapped back, keen to make her frustration known.

"No, I didn't think so" he replied, slowly reaching back towards her pussy "but I bet it turned you on though, right?"

"...woof" she shyly admitted, and he smiled triumphantly.

"Good", he took the vibrator from the floor and cleaned it off, before creating a pile of cushions on the floor by the sofa, "Well why don't you have a rest for a bit while I make some lunch? I know the maid would normally sort this but she hasn't turned up yet" he said with a wink. *She couldn't be blamed for that surely?* she thought, but wouldn't put it past Paul to look for any opportunity to punish her. She lay on the cushions on her side to taking the pressure off her sore knees, unable to sit comfortably with the tail still inside her. While Paul went into the kitchen L- closed her eyes to the world, letting her hands roam her body, revelling in the excitement the start of her weekend's enslavement had caused.

L- was broken from her reverie some 15 minutes later by Paul snapping his fingers as he entered the room. "Come bitch, lunch is ready"

Seething, L- followed him into the kitchen where he had set the table. At first she was confused as she could see only one plate at the table, then groaned as she realised there were two doggy bowls next to his chair; one for water, the other a generous helping of oatmeal.

"I would have given you pasta too, but what a mess that would have been!" he chuckled. L- hesitated, her mind racing to the future thinking of ways to get back at him for this, before settling in and burying her mouth into the bowl. It wasn't that she disliked the meal, and he had generously topped it with her favourite fruits, but this didn't make the act of eating at his feet any less humiliating. While her head was lowered into the bowls Paul took the liberty of playing with her; first stroking her back, reaching low to cup her breasts and then moving back to squeeze her ass, before gently playing with her pussy, eliciting a gasp from L- between mouthfuls.

By the time the meal was finished, L- was beginning to shamelessly hump back against Paul's fingers, whimpering for his attention.

"Aw, is my little bitch in heat?" he asked teasingly, and her bark of reply was more of a whine.

"Well, you know rule number 5. But I tell you what. You do one more thing for me and maybe I will let you be a maid instead. She has different rules. Would you like that?"

"Woof!" L- replied excitedly. She knew where this was going but had given over to lust, and so was ready to please him if it would give her the chance to cum.

He tugged on her leash until she was kneeling on her back legs, her hands raised in a mock begging pose. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, already stiff as a board from toying with her. With a firm grip on the leash to keep her head still, he brushed the tip first over her lips, then up across her cheek, until her mouth was pressed against his balls. "Lick them bitch" he commanded, and she dutifully began, and when he gasped she revelled in how much he was enjoying it.

"Bounce those tits for me, let me hear those bells"

"She moaned into his balls as she did, the movement sending a dull ache through her breasts and causing the clamps to tug at her nipples, but it was not long before he could contain himself no longer and had her stop so that he could direct his shaft to her mouth and command her to suck. She swirled her tongue across the shaft, and he tilted his head back, growling in ecstasy. She smiled around his cock in pride, and continued to take him deeper into her mouth.

"I wouldn't want to deprive you of your little doggy toy" he mocked, leaning down with the vibrator between her spread legs and pushing it between her slick thighs, so that it found home nested in her pussy and worked in tandem with the plug in her ass. "Play with it while you suck me, but don't forget rule 5"

L- didn't need telling twice; she pumped the toy furiously into her sopping cunt, while Paul began to thrust himself into her mouth, taking full advantage of her distraction. With one hand on the base of the vibrator and the other working against her clit, she was very quickly brought to the edge. Paul's hands were liberally mauling her breasts and she tried to get his attention with her eyes, so that she could plead with him to be allowed to cum, but he was in ecstasy himself. She held for as long as she could, but with the combination of so many sensations, filled in every orifice, she knew she couldn't contain herself. And when she felt him tensing and the taste of him filled her mouth, she was pushed over the edge, and began bucking wildly against the two toys as her body was wracked by an orgasm of her own.

They held there for a few moments in post climax. Paul recovered first and, slowly withdrawing from her mouth, commanded "Swallow". Still lost in the post-orgasmic high, she obeyed without thinking, and began gasping to catch her breath. He pulled her hand away from her pussy to let the vibrator slide out, and tugged the leash so that she was facing him.

"That was breaking the rule" he chided, trying to be stern but still smiling from his own delight. She didn't reply, but smiled back, challenging him to admonish her defiance. "Don't think you won't be punished for it" he said, gently removing the bells. She winced as the clamps were released from her nipples , and yelped even more painfully when he 'kissed them better', causing the blood to rush back into them. He turned her to the door, gently pulled the plug from her and handed her the tail and the vibrator. "Now go clean these off, take a shower and get dressed; your maid outfit and your new rules will be waiting for you in the bedroom."

He swatted her ass and watched it swaying away from him as she sauntered out of the room, with one last cheeky "Woof!" over her shoulder. He sat back on the chair and relaxed, already excited by the thoughts of what he had planned next for his weekend slave...