Good Girl: Day Seven

Good Girl Day 07

The floor was cold and wet, but at least I could no longer smell the stale urine. It coated over every inch of me, my skin clammy, shivering. My puppy ears, my collar, and my tail-shaped butt plug were all glistening with a combination of cum and piss that spread over every inch of skin.

I had been taken.

Abused in the worst possible way, nearly drowned in urine while a dildo strapped to a sex machine roared away inside my desperate pussy.

Now I was empty. All that pain, desire, longing, and fear had been sucked right out of me, creating a euphoria unlike anything I'd ever felt before this week started. I was content in my place, all too eager to please, all too grateful for the sexual attention.

It had all started when I'd sent nude pictures to a coworker, for some reason needing to obey every request he typed. The first step had revealed so much about who I really was, deep down beneath the posturing and preening.

I had been a sexy, stuck-up petite blonde with a great body, small tits, and that girl next door vibe.

God, if my parents could see me now. I'd gone to a private Christian school for high school, where my mom ran everything from the bake sale to the strictly supervised prom. It was a close-knit well-to-do community with strict standards, but even the church was not as uptight as my dad.

He'd stopped speaking to my sister after catching her having sex with a boyfriend.

Up until this week, I'd lived my life almost perfectly in line with their Puritanical standards. Sure, I'd let a few boyfriends use their hands, and I regularly sucked Scott before marriage. Of course, I'd had more urges and I knew Scott enjoyed pornography, especially as our sex life withered. But instead of doing anything about it, I focused on my career, thinking I was happy.

After all, I had been a successful realtor, a happily married thirty-something with the world at my feet.

That was all gone.

And it was never coming back.

How could I go back when the office had seen me dressed up as a puppy, complete with a butt plug tail and passed around the room for a gang bang? How could I go back to a life with any dignity now that the secretary was now openly fucking my husband? How could I work with a group of men who took turns pissing down my throat until my belly nearly burst with a mixture of their urine and cum?

They left me lying on the kitchen floor, drenched and delirious. Over the next few hours, I would manage to sleep a few times from sheer exhaustion. Men would trail in, some of them strangers, waking me regularly by relieving themselves on my face. One even stroked himself over my naked body, not letting my filthy body near him, but shooting his cum onto my head.

It stuck in my hair, where the puppy-like pigtails were coming undone.

The rest of the day fades. I remembered being led outside the office at night and rinsed off in the parking lot with a hose. I shook myself dry like a puppy then my husband and Tiffany took me home. I lay docile in the back seat, watching glass-eyed as the buxom brunette sucked my husband as he drove us home, smiling stupidly to myself as the secretary continued to cuckold me in our car.

They coddled me the rest of the evening, feeding me from the table, stroking my hair, then Tiffany led me into the bedroom. I was given a proper bath, though the entire time I stayed in my submissive state, allowing my new Mommy to tease my clit with a warm washcloth.

When she drained the tub, I walked out on my hands and knees. She patted the bed, and I laid with them in the fetal position, watching with my paws up as my husband stripped her naked, too exhausted to resist.

Her breasts were so much larger than mine, her body perfectly curvy, her ass perfect as he bent her over on the bed. I could barely move, my entire being was spent, my pussy sore from the machine fucking me.

The thought of screaming for them to stop never occurred to me.

Not when he bent her hips over the bed.

Not when he entered her from behind, his thick dick pushing into her like it had so many times before.

It seemed so perfectly natural, no more than that. It was everything that I'd ever wanted. He deserved her, she deserved him. I deserved to lay in the fetal position, stupefied through my submission, watching as her breasts bounced back and forth from the effort of each thrust.

"God, fuck! You are so big Daddy," Tiffany said. "I don't know why you didn't drain him dry every day. I can't get enough of your cock!"

I didn't either. The skittish, sexually demure, prim and proper career woman I used to be had such warped priorities. Karen spent her nights scouring the market, looking for the new deal when she could have been fucked any way she wanted. Only now that I had been deprived and demeaned, publicly and thoroughly, did I recognize what I'd had.

Only through being denied and abused was I really able to appreciate my husband's sexuality, his ability especially early on in our relationship to fuck the frigidity out of me. I didn't want to go back, not really. Sure I cringed at the wasted time, but this submission offered me something more... the opportunity to be everything I'd ever suppressed.

And now he was gone, his cock buried deep in his new girlfriend every night while I watched in wide-eyed rapture at the stunning sex I was no longer capable of having with him.

Part of me wondered now that he was fucking Mommy, now that I had been used as a sexual object for anyone he wanted, how I could ever compare to the unsullied goddess he slept with every night. But it was so small, a bare, unheard cry of womanhood that barely registered with my now submissive state.

More and more, I was truly Kaykay.

Truly submissive.

I knew in my heart that he might never fuck me again. He could keep me this way, suspended comfortably between beauty and beast, a cruel pastiche, a parody of a puppy designed to please every chauvinistic male instinct while robbing me of any semblance of dignity.

And I wouldn't just accept it...

I would relish in my new role, craving every suck and swallow of cum and piss, opening my vagina and asshole to any man he wanted, yipping and pleading all the way.

Whatever it took to be his... no... to be theirs.

Because Daddy and Mommy belonged together.

It was so evident watching them. Daddy pulled on her hair, gathering it into a ponytail he drew back. Her thin shoulders drew back, the blades visible on her frame as she arched her back, forcing her wide bottom back against his dick.

"Fuck, just like that," Mommy said. "Keep going, I'm about to cum...."

She looked at me, her head resting down on the bed so that we were nearly in the same position. Only she could get up, she could speak, she could cum...

I would not... never again unless Mommy gave me permission.

"I'm going to cum Kaykay," Mommy said. "This is my cock now."

Then her eyes fluttered open and shut. Her moans made my face flush as I remembered what it had been like to feel Daddy inside of me when I was a woman. I thought wistfully of that first night, when he'd fucked my face into the carpet, stained with my own urine.

It seemed so long ago.

I had been so innocent then. Now that violation seemed quaint by comparison.

"Come here Kaykay," Mommy said. "I want to lick your kitty."

"Arf?"

The bark came out almost confused. This wasn't the way things worked. I never just received pleasure anymore. It seemed like something reserved for sexual partners rather than submissive pets.

But I didn't dare disobey. I crawled awkwardly on the bed, the tail smacking against my ass. I lay down in front of her, still in the fetal position, opening my leg to accommodate my mistress.

"On your back silly doggie," Mommy said, breathing heavily as he continued fucking her.

I adjusted, squirming awkwardly, not acting in any way like an actual person. It caused the butt plug to shift uncomfortably inside my bottom, not that it mattered. I was so accustomed to the tail being inserted and jostled inside of me that I felt naked and empty without it.

I leaned back, the padded leather paws on my wrists reaching up to the ceiling as she moved my legs apart.

And for the first time, I felt another woman's tongue on my clit.

It was a sharp stab of electricity at first, my pussy was still in a semi-refractory state. It excited me to be treated like this. Every second of my life was consumed with sexual anticipation. But the week had taken its toll on my tender body. My knees, my thighs, my elbows, all of it seemed to ache, waiting for that painful pleasure to overcome all other feelings.

In little twitches and tingles, her tongue flicked over my pussy, playing with me as my husband drove deeper inside of her. At times it was too intense, and yet I didn't dare beg. The attention, so sweet and loving compared to what happened earlier, drove me wild with feelings of appreciation. Mommy came again, her hips shaking as I watched him drive hard into her ass. She reached up, grabbing my petite breasts, squeezing hard on my nipples and twisting, causing me to let out a shrieking bark of pain and twisted pleasure.

God how she could use me...

She kept me right on the edge, clearly toying with my orgasm. Her climaxes usually came with a relaxed attention to having sex with me, not that she needed to announce or beg to cum.

We were not equals.

She was Mommy and I was her pet.

That's how it would always be.

I knew it turned her on to see me so clingy and desperate.

"Arf! Arf! Arf!"

"Not yet my pet," Mommy said, denying my request to cum.

I bit down on my lip, forcing down my orgasm. I arched my neck, rising up on my shoulders, then saw Daddy, my husband pulling nearly all the way out. He looked at me, making eye contact and acknowledging my presence. His eyes were smoldering black embers of pure lust, completely consumed with the wide bubble butt in front of him.

"I want her to clean it up," Daddy said, before shoving himself back inside of Mommy.

"Oh god, yes. Let's make her our little clean up bitch," She cooed. "Do it Daddy, cum all over my ass. Kaykay wants a taste of your cum."

Daddy picked up the pace, using his strong hands to pull Mommy as he fucked her.

Did she cum? I couldn't really tell, but after a few more thrusts that brought him nearly to the end, my husband pulled out, spraying his load all over her ass. She quickly switched, angling her ass over me, the trails of cum already starting to drip.

I didn't even hesitate.

My tongue lapped at her round checks with large, doggy-licks. I savored the taste of my husband's cum, not remembering the last time I had actually tasted him. Tiffany had been the one who had milked him dry, the woman he really wanted. I was his sex toy, a party favor to be passed around with a hushed whisper of disbelief.

"That tickles!" Mommy said.

I went back for every last drop, making sure that I had coated her bottom with my saliva. I devoured every drop with a wild abandon. I was desperate to cum and dedicated to whatever task they had for me.

So I was surprised to hear the reprimand.

"You missed a spot," Mommy said. "Daddy left some cum right on my hole."

I instantly knew what she wanted.

And I obeyed.

I had been so broken that I greedily started licking at my owner's asshole.

Mommy let out a loud moan as I dove my nose in between her ass cheeks. I'd never even thought about analingus before. A week ago the very thought would have struck me as gross and vile. Now, I lapped at her eagerly, turning and darting my tongue up her tight little hole. It was harder than eating pussy, more difficult to breathe, but I kept going, ignoring my basic needs to please her.

Mercifully, she was completely clean, not tasting sweet like her pussy, almost earthy. Of course, I didn't have any reluctance left to exploit, but the submissive nature of the act soon put my eager sex into overdrive.

"Oh god, she's good..." Mommy said.

"Well you know how dogs are," Daddy retorted. "Always sniffing butts..."

But Mommy wasn't listening. Her hand drifted down to her pussy, moving around her clit to masturbate herself.

"Don't stop, don't stop little slut, right there, Mommy's so..."

She rocked, her cheeks smacking against my face. Mommy stayed in that position, making me continue eating her ass. I struggled for air as she sat on my face, doing the only thing I could. I lapped breathlessly at her tender rosebud.

Arched over In nearly a sixty-nine position, she reached down, using her pinkie finger to tease my clit.

At first, it was tortuous, barely enough pressure to stimulate me. I bucked my hips, trying to draw out more pleasure.

Then it happened, the beginning sensations striking me below the stomach almost at once. I was ready, and yet...

I had to beg.

The three successive barks came out muffled by Mommy's cheeks, leading to callous chuckles from my owners.

"Go ahead and cum," Daddy said.

I shook, letting my climax happen on command, my face burying itself even deeper into Tiffany's asscrack as I rode out one last, desperate orgasm.

And in one more act of mercy, I was allowed to sleep on the bed.

At their feet.

*****

I didn't know it was Saturday. Not at least until the routine changed. They slept in, while I waited as long as possible to wake them with a bark. Then they led me outside on a lease to relieve myself in the backyard.

I tried to follow them back in, but Mommy instructed me to stay. So I lay out in the sun, wearing only my butt plug, my knee pads, my padded gloves, my puppy ears, and of course my collar, with the words bitch-slut engraved on the cheap rhinestone heart. I sunbathed, then I drifted off to sleep.

I continued like this despite the fact I sensed peering eyes from beyond the fence. It could have been anyone. Our nosy neighbors, or Connor, their college kid who had been all too happy to spank me. It didn't matter. There was a delight in showing myself off, in letting each new person see exactly the pitiful needy slut I had become.

I had forgotten about my audience, content to chase around a dragonfly when I heard the screen door open.

"Oh my god, she's still doing it?"

I looked around, seeing my sister Madison standing in our backyard next to Daddy and Mommy. She looked a lot like me, except with dyed platinum hair and breasts that were sized somewhere between mine and Tiffany's. Growing up she had always been the wild child in our family, able to use her looks to overcome every obstacle.

It had been such a shock that she and dad had stopped speaking. Usually she had him wrapped around her finger. Of course, things were better now, but we were never too close. Sometimes the roles played out in our underdeveloped years adopt a sort of permanence, turning us into actors doomed to the same age-old parts.

As a teenager, I remember being so jealous of my bratty younger sister. I couldn't quite admit it, but she was beautiful. Her body developed quicker than mine, and more fully. She had always been less serious, content to bask in the attention from boys, to spend the weeks partying and playing around. Madison had never really grown up, opting to work as a waitress where she always seemed to need money.

I'd helped her out once, and never let her forget it.

I hadn't been surprised that Madison delighted in my new role. She'd been a big part of humiliation early on in the week, taking the opportunity to rub in my status as a sort of revenge for all those years of being the golden child.

A wicked sneer of sick satisfaction spread all over her beautiful face. She squatted down, holding me by the chin, making me look her in the eyes.

"So this is you now, huh? If only Dad could see you now... he'd be so proud."

The thought brought me out of my subspace for a moment. My sister was one thing, but having Mom and Dad know seemed too far.

But I willed myself back, forgetting the taunt.

"Arf," I said softly.

I reddened at her mocking laugh.

"Jesus Christ Scott, you really made her your bitch," Madison said, her almost neon white hair swishing as she moved.

Was she deliberately trying to swish her ass when she walked, or had I just been sexualized to such a point that even my sister looked sexy? But there she was, dressed like a model, staring me right in the face, making me want to bury my head under that white miniskirt.

She was four inches taller than me, the stereotypical blonde whereas I was a little more bookish, prudish, and full of myself. We'd never really gotten along. I'd lorded my life over her, gossiping about her failures to our parents, acting like I was always superior.

It's hard sometimes getting over high school. I'd taken care of her. Still... there was something never right between us. There had been a sort of peace, but earlier in the week she had shown her true bitterness about how our lives had turned out.

And now she had all the power to make things even

I always had been responsible, and it was exhausting. This week was so much easier, so much more natural. Soon it didn't matter that it was my sister seeing me naked again, throwing a stick around the yard for me to fetch, patting my bare butt and telling me what a good girl I was. I had disappeared into my status.

I wish I could say it was logical, or that I even thought about it.

After all, Madison had already seen me covered in cum, my face shoved in a toilet bowl full of urine.

But that didn't enter my mind at the moment. Right then, it was all about the stick, the grass between my knees, wet and covered in dew. The glee at my free pussy, my barely moving breasts, and perpetually hardened nipples. Everything was just the moment, transcendent and eternal in its soothing acceptance. It bore a strange parallel to reaching a religious state, almost animist at times, creating a connection exposed almost entirely by shamans or spirit guides.

It was just the beginning...

I evaporated into Kaykay like the droplets of water in the ground. At one point stopping our little game of fetch to nearly absently let my bladder loose in the grass, almost proudly as I knew that now I would not bother my Daddy or Mommy by clawing at the door to get out or peeing on the carpet.

They made me do that sometimes, whining at the door, soaking the carpet or newspaper in the bathroom with my urine. Outside I was free, able to go without being dependent, careless as to the witnesses around us on the block.

But I'd forgotten about my sister.

Madison burst out laughing, the sound bleating against my ears, burning the sides of my face red. Yet I couldn't stop, the pitter patter of urine splashing down my thighs, forcing me to scoot myself against the grass to clean myself with the morning raining.

Madison was nearly doubled over at the side of her older sister scooting like a bitch in heat across the grass.

"Holy fuck Scott, we have to show them," Madison said.

"I really don't know about this," My husband said. "It seems too far."

"What else are we going to do?" Tiffany said. "Besides, I think she needs it."

Whatever it was, if they wanted to fuck me in front of Madison or swallow more urine with my face in a dog cone, I would do it. I needed to cum. It was a side-effect of being fully immersed for so long.

I was so turned on that I didn't even feel a twinge of shame when my thoughts drifted to my sister's pussy.

I wondered if they would make me taste it.

I imagined what it would be like to have tongue nestled against her clit.

If I would only be allowed to cum after breaking this final last taboo.

If I could have spoken, not like they both so often commanded, but with my real voice, I would have begged Scott to fuck us both.

But I would have been content to watch my husband fuck my pretty baby sister. I would have licked his balls and ate his ass while he drove into Madison, causing her to cum over and over again with the cock I hadn't appreciated enough. I would have cleaned out her cunt with my tongue, swallowing secondhand. She could have held my head, my tongue lapping up my sister's sloppy seconds until orgasm. Then I would have cleaned my husband's cock, tasting her pussy on my breath for the next hour.