I looked at the card. It was 0530hrs, and too early to call. I looked to see if there was any other contact information, and there was a link to a website.
LeashholderTherapy.org
I felt a shot of lightning begin in my brain, arc across my nipples, arch my spine almost to the snapping point before igniting my pussy.
Leash holder. Michael as the leash holder. Michael as MY leash holder. I cupped my hands to my breasts and began to stroke the sides.
His dogs were brutes, massive dominant fierce creatures but he had them under absolute control. They didn’t fear him, they obeyed him naturally. He was the leash holder, they were his. She remembered being on her knees in front of him, head on the level with the collared dogs, she remembered the shock of desire in her core to see him like that. To see him from her knees.
Caressing my breasts, allowing her fingers to graze my nipples but not grasp them, I thought about reaching for my vibrator, but stopped. No, He didn’t tell me to use it. I pinched my nipples and groaned, remembering the huge red threatening length of Pan and Priapus. Huge cocked dogs who looked at her like a bitch in heat. Who made her feel like a bitch in heat.
God I imagine being a bitch in heat, reworked the scene in her mind where she fell on the ground with Pan sniffing her crotch, and Priapus presenting his cock to her.
Now I imagine it with Michael standing above her, holding a whip. He lashed her back and told her to disrobe, and she yanked her Yoga pants down to her knees where they bound her like ropes. She pulled off her sports bra, allowing her 48G to swing free beneath her as she knelt on all fours between the dogs.
Dropping my fingers to my pussy, I begin to rub my pussy. I think of looking into his eyes as Michael commands Pan to begin to lick me, watching myself fall face down in the dirt as the dog eats my pussy and I moan helplessly. I grab my hairbrush, the handle thick almost as my wrist, and begin to fellate it, wishing it were a cock, so I could feel strong, so I could feel in control again. If I had a cock to suck I could be in control again, but without one, I was nothing but need and shame.
I dreamed of Michael’s voice commanding me to kneel when I stood before him naked, feeling him collar me like another one of his dogs. He snapped the command for me to present, and I pushed my face down and offered him my pussy and ass, spreading my cheeks apart so he could see what I had denied even my husband. I dreamed of him using my pussy like the bitch that I was, yanking back on the leash to pull me up so my tits would flop with every thrust. I felt his fingers probing my virgin ass as he thrust into me, working my own cum into my virgin hole.
When he was too close to finishing to control anymore, he pulled out, and began working his iron hard cock into my virgin hole. I whimpered, but he commanded me “Relax, do not resist, you were made to serve men with every hole. This is your purpose, this is your joy.”
I worked my fingers in my cunt until I was ready to cum.
NO! I pulled my fingers out, body shaking. I had no memory of Michael telling me to cum, no memory of Michael telling me I was a good girl and could cum. I tried to imagine it, but couldn’t. I could not cum without his approval. Yet. I could not stop.
I rammed my fingers into my cunt harder now. Imagining the feel of a cock both longer and thicker than my husband pushing through my tight puckered ring. It hurt, I felt like I was going to die, but it felt so good, I wanted to cum. Only by pinching my nipples so hard they hurt could I hold off cumming.
I dreamed of the feel of him reshaping my insides, all three holes his to use, his to command. My only purpose to provide them, and to please him who trained me at last to use my holes, my breasts, and my foolish female mind to bring joy to my rightful master.
He exploded deep in my bowels and I dreamed of Michael reaching down and grabbing my hair. He pulled me to my knees and offered me his cock.
I worked the hairbrush into my mouth, into my throat. I face fucked myself as I dreamed of sucking Michaels cock clean of his sperm and my own ass. I finally felt in control. I worked his cock, sucked his balls, and took him all the way back into my throat. I felt worthy, I felt strong, I felt finally like I deserved him. I looked up at him as I felt him swell in my mouth.
I looked into his eyes as he cried out in surrender to me, and pumped his potent seed into my mouth. I watched the helpless look on his face as I continued to suck him until it felt so good he had to pull out of my mouth whimpering in surrender.
I felt glorious. I almost came, but still could not recall Michael telling me I could.
I looked at the clock. 0615. Too early. Still, he lived close, because he had no car parked in the lot when we met. I checked the address. I could jog there in an hour. It may be the only way to keep my fingers out of my cunt until I can see him again!
I got dressed.
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