Strawberry Girl's Servant Chapter 2
As the morning sunlight roused me from my slumber, I found that my bladder was filled to the brim while my bed was empty. I wandered into the living room to locate Ann, yet she was nowhere to be found. Nor was she in the bathroom. Determined, I resorted to crawling on all fours and kneeling to open the doors of each room, one by one.
The first door on the right side of my apartment revealed a scene that could've come straight from a BDSM film set. Every wall was adorned with instruments of torment, from whips to batons. Dildos, cages, devices that could contain a human being, and even sexual contraptions lay strewn about. My eyes widened, the sight arousing me despite its disturbing nature.
Flustered, I ventured toward the last door on the left side.
"Oh, hi, I didn't realize you were up so early," Ann's voice rang out.
She was casually seated at her computer, but as soon as she noticed me, she jumped up and patted me playfully on the head. In response, my cock, longing for a little normalcy, perked up.
"Hello to you too," she quipped, chuckling as she witnessed my arousal.
"Oh no," Ann fretted. "That room was supposed to be a surprise for after our first one-on-one walk together."
I'd neglected to shut the door to the BDSM chamber, leaving it wide open to view from where Ann was sitting. I anxiously nodded in confirmation.
"Oh, the sex dungeon," Ann said with a wry smile. "We're going on that walk later, remember?"
I enthusiastically expressed my excitement through a series of barks, then led the way out of the apartment. Ann laughed. "You're learning fast."
"You mean I'm not scared of others seeing me like this?" I asked sheepishly.
Ann shook her head. "There are strangers around, it would be more fun to walk you with a leash if that was the case."
Her words made my heart race. Was this woman what the others called crazy? Or was she just beautiful, offering me a comforting embrace after we'd shared intimacy?
We ventured back through the hallway of the apartment building, finally emerging into the gut of the bustling city. Basaltic walls stretched high, intermingled with eye-catching pieces of modern art. I recognized the location, but the experience of striding on all fours with my cage and collar was unparalleled. Passing by roads adorned with cars whose inhabitants seemed remarkably small, alongside dilapidated historical buildings contrasted with innovative, divine architecture, I was ecstatic. Slowly making our way down sixteenth-floor stairs, my once-tense disposition gradually eased. We finally exited the building and found ourselves on a patch of grass fed by the cool morning breeze.
Ann waited patiently, while my bladder, after previously holding itself in, finally released. My body hurtled out a warm, liquid stream onto the cold ground, much to the surprise of Ann, who gave her playful “Good boy!”
The sound of her voice tantalized me. So gentle, yet so powerful and loving.
"Let's go," she encouraged. "We'll only be gone for a little while, just to stretch our bones."
Rolling my eyes, I understood that "stretch bones" was a colloquialism, whatever that meant. Ann tugged on my leash, leading me from the grassy enclosure. Dressed in light pink running shoes, adorable white socks, a monotonous grey sweatsuit, a plain white T-shirt, and carrying a duffle bag, Ann looked innocent and endearing. As we descended the stairs toward a tree-dotted park, I was enthralled by just how girly and cute she truly was, no matter her current attire. Though it was early on a Sunday, the area was surprisingly quiet, with most people still in the warm embrace of sleep.
We walked toward a series of steps that descended from the slightly-elevated park to the street where her vehicle lay damaged. Quite lucky, no one was in sight.
We stumbled upon a hidden spot with more trees and shrubs, so we wandered through them. The tall grass was scraping me everywhere, but I preferred that to encountering a stranger. Eventually, we came to a halt. She unfolded a blanket on the ground and then curled onto her back. She patted the blanket next to her, inviting me to join her. We relished a period of silence. Nature's silence - so birds chirping everywhere, dogs barking, frogs ribbiting near a pond, and so on.
-- I cherish these brief moments. Simply savoring the world and its smallest creatures, but it's even more satisfying with my furry friend by my side.
She gazed intently into my eyes, offering me a chance to speak, but I failed to come up with anything. Her large, dark eyes, one dimple, and round cheeks. I started blushing when she laughed with that gorgeous voice of hers again.
-- Ann... Uh, I mean Ma’am... I mean... I...
How silly I sounded. I couldn't utter a word because of her and yet she kissed me. Her soft lips pressed against mine for a moment, but it seemed like a divine eternity.
-- What did you want to tell me earlier?
-- I... I...
That was it. My brain ceased functioning entirely. She laughed one final time as she stretched out on her back to admire the brightening sky. We remained in a comfortable silence, and I started to feel a bit itchy from walking through the grass.
-- Okay, you’re a doggy now. Go fetch!
She kicked off her shoe and tossed it deep into the thicket. I didn't feel embarrassed; I was simply overjoyed to have it in my mouth. I crawled through the underbrush, experiencing every scratch and tickle on my unclothed body. It took a while because humans are not built for crawling on hands and knees, but was I even human anymore? I wrapped my lips around the collar edge of the shoe and trudged back. The strawberry scent still lingered, so naturally, my cage began to shake violently. Ann noticed. I placed the shoe next to her foot, staring at it, almost drooling. I couldn't deny it any further. I had a foot fetish, thanks to her.
-- Doggie, here's a thought. I want you to remove the other one. Use your paws.
My hands were immediately at work. First, untying the laces, then carefully removing her shoe from the heel and setting it near the second one.
-- Bravo! Now, socks. With your mouth.
The desire to touch myself was overwhelming. I grabbed her sock at the ankle and slowly rolled it off. My nose and upper lip brushed against her silky skin, and I skated toward the edge. I imagined I could edge without restraint in the cage. The sock flipped inside out and I put it in her shoe. The other one I removed from the sole at her toes. I licked some of them, and now I was positive that edging could be done this way. I placed the second sock in her shoe too and just stared at her soft, pale soles, desperate to calm down.
-- Stand up, doggie.
I knelt because that's how dogs stand.
-- Open your mouth.
Where was this going?
-- And beg me to put them in.
She didn't need to repeat herself. I began barking and moved my hands as a submissive dog would wiggle its paws. Ann waited for a bit, amused to see me so submissive, eventually putting both socks in my mouth, with the inside-out one first. It was indescribable. The texture of the socks was strange, similar to jamming a whole pack of earbuds in your mouth, and they tasted bland, but it didn't matter. Just imagining them being on her feet seconds ago, combined with the strawberry scent, triggered intense activity in my cage, causing me to shut my eyes momentarily to regain composure and focus on the chirping birds.
-- Now lie down, dog.
I rolled onto my back.
-- No touching, just looking. Lie down by my soles.
I rushed into that position immediately, despite the discomfort of the dirt on my back.
-- On your back, dog.
I flipped to my back and reflexively spread my arms and legs out like paws. She was sitting with her feet almost touching my face, watching my jittering cage. She then placed her shoes on my torso alongside my penis. It was much harder to contain myself now.
-- Oops, I forgot I didn't want my shoes on the blanket. You don't seem to mind.
Then, she fell down onto her back and began reading some folded papers. I kept gazing at her shoes. They seemed so pale and delicate, making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. I even stopped caring about being seen. Her feet appeared small from a distance, but they were flawless in my eyes. Her toes were so slim, though not fragile. And the sensation of her shoes resting on my stomach. It was all just too much. I started barking to keep from going insane. I wanted to inquire about those sheets. She glared at me and allowed me to take her socks out and ask.
--- Mistress, what are those papers?
--- You curious one --- she said with a smile. --- It's simply some work-related material. I'm really close to closing a big deal and I need to thoroughly examine everything. Frankly, if it weren't for you here, I'd be much more anxious, so thank you, pooch.
I blushed again. Even a single compliment, even if I didn't do anything to deserve it, meant a great deal to me. I wanted her not to be stressed in the slightest, so I frowned slightly. As soon as she saw that, she smiled again, whispering with concern and moving to lie down beside me with her feet in the air.
--- No, don't be disheartened! I think I've got it and it's much simpler to tolerate the wait when I'm with you.
--- I want to help you somehow.
--- You are! I like the way you look at me and how obedient you are. It relaxes me.
I continued to be rendered captivated by her eyes. Gradually, our faces were moving closer and closer until our lips met once more. This time the kiss was far longer. I thought it was all over, but then she started sucking on my lip, much more intense than I'd predicted. My entire experience had been from movies. I wrapped my arm around her back, causing her shoes to fall to the ground, and she lay on me. I felt her hands running through my hair, her breasts pressing against my chest, and her legs wrapping around mine. Not only that, she was positioned right above my cage. My heart was racing. At that point, there was nothing more in the world than her lying on top of me. Then, abruptly, it all came to an end. She began putting her shoes back on, teasing me with a wide grin on her face.
--- Ann?
Before I could say anything else, she shoved two wet socks into my mouth.
--- No talking. You're a dog once more.
I was so horny, I'd do anything to make it last longer.
--- Doggie, your tail is wagging so much. Is it because of me?
I just barked with socks in my mouth. I wouldn't have known what to say, even if I was permitted to speak, given how clouded my thoughts were. She took the blanket and we made our way back.
At the entrance, she stopped to admire the rising sun. We stood there for a while, and I became uneasy, concerned that someone could see us. Finally, I spotted movement in the high-rise across the yard. She noticed it too and smiled broadly at me. However, as those strangers began leaving, we swiftly entered the building and vanished. Good riddance.
The ascension up the 16th floor had resumed. When we reached the door, she set me free, and instructed me to place the socks in the washing machine, then take a shower. My hands and knees were covered in dirt, so I complied eagerly. It took some time to clean off all the grime. Afterwards, I went to Ann. She was in the office, completely engrossed in her work, so I walked around her chair, stood up, and began massaging her shoulders. I had never performed such an act before, but my friend, who was studying physical therapy, advised me to look for tense spots, which felt like tiny, hard balls of nerves and push on them. Ann had numerous spots. I was afraid I might exceed her limits, but hearing her soft moans and feeling her small shoulders relax in my grip, I believed she was content.
--- Thank you, doggie. In a moment, I'll be receiving a call about that deal. Would you like to keep me company?
--- Of course.
We sat on the sofa in the living room, embracing each other. She was completely immersed in her job, so I decided not to interrupt her. Eventually, her phone rang. She listened for a while, then responded. They were discussing real estate. She was quite eloquent, sharp, and managed to counter her opponent. I could not understand every detail, but it appeared she was selling a property downtown. When I heard the price, my jaw dropped. Honestly, I couldn't even imagine such numbers, yet here she was, making it all seem so ordinary. They agreed and hung up.
--- We're rich! --- She exclaimed and kissed me on the cheek.
Now we're rich? As if she wasn't one of the wealthiest individuals to begin with.
Gosh, I couldn't wait to adore these as if they were the most fragile gift from heaven. Not to mention calling her mommy. Did she long for me to have another kink?
-- We're eating dinner tonight. And then, I might have a special surprise for you, but you'll have to remain steady for now... And there'll be a humiliating torture session prior to all of that, too. What do you think?
I enthusiastically nodded my head. Regardless if it was my innate submissiveness or her transforming me into a masochist, the thought of her, this adorable, small, girlish woman, leading me to my breaking point by metamorphosing my testicles into her pressure balls or screwing my anus like a woman excited me so much, I was about to burst in an instant.
-- Go to the fun room and sit on the table.
I scurried over there and she went to the bedchamber. This "fun" haven wasn't vast. In comparison to the rest of this residence at least. There were multiple tables and crosses along the walls, each with an array of accoutrements on them. Diverse muzzles, masks, vibrators, and other bizarre contraptions I had never seen before. Additionally, there was one portable table situated in the room's center with straps attached to the front and back. I clambered onto it and waited. She reappeared with her feet in comfy sneakers, fishnet stockings, a black leather miniskirt over them, black lipstick, and a veritable bralette. It wasn't overly risque, but still extremely attractive.
-- Now I can fully anticipate for you.
She strapped my hands and legs to the table and removed my tail. Increasingly, the opening appeared wider. She even took off my vest, which made my penis intrinsically erect. Nearly instantly, I heard luminous wheels rumbling on the floor and beheld a dildo connected to some sort of machine on a compact moving table right in front of my face.
-- If you perform poorly, it'll be simpler for me.
I commenced sucking mightily and she decided to activate it for a moment, causing me to cough marginally and eliciting a chuckle from her. She relocated it aside and witnessed another machine with a dildo affixed to it appear in front of me and switch it on, prompting me to suck it, directly following fastening a muzzle in my mouth. Next, she visited my phallus, slotting it through a plastic hole, yet it soon surfaced that its purpose was to strain the testicles. The plastic sheets started cinching them, as she tightened the associated screws. My naughty bits were merely compressed, but as time ticked by, the agony doubled. As a result, I commenced whimpering, while sucking, which in turn caused me to salivate profusely, my saliva dripping onto the table and the floor. Lastly, she clamped my nipples.
-- All right, I'm modifying this a bit.
She grasped me by the hair, placed the nipple clamps' chain across the dildo, and permitted me to suck again. The chain wasn't expansive, so it was constricting firmly and the spindles were hopping along with the dildo slightly, creating a more intense throb. She also positioned the spindles on the nipples, rather than the skin adjacent to them, causing the nipples themselves to suffer a greater intensity, predominantly when intermixed with the pain in the iniquities. I felt my entire body aching internally. Eventually, she perched atop the table and literally sat on me. Surprisingly, I was barely a weight.
-- What's your reaction, pup?
I attempted to yelp at the dildo, only to produce something nearly inaudible.
-- Your sighs indicate that it's not so dreadful.
I kept barking, but my moans drowned it out, creating a blend of desperate sounds. Finally, she agreed and increased the speed of the machine in the back and moved it a bit closer, causing the dildo to plunge even deeper. The tempo and the sudden change made me feel like I was created solely for Ann's amusement. The dildo was almost fully inserted, stretching my tight ass repeatedly. The other one wasn't as deep or fast, but it made me feel like a slut. I was covered in saliva and the taste of silicone, similar to rubber, combined with being fucked, sent me towards an edge that was dangerously close. The pain, which started as a nuisance, became unbearable. I was constantly wriggling, hoping to alleviate it, but it did no good. The soreness of my balls, pushed slightly from both sides by the plastic device couldn't compare to having someone stand on them. I wished for that experience in the near future. My nipples, despite the consistent tightness, felt like they were on fire, becoming more painful by the second. I was moaning and squirming under Ann, but had to remain silent as she went to order food. Ann, while talking to a stranger on the phone, would have laughed at me; drooling with both holes stuffed, sore in the most vulnerable parts of my body, and being manipulated by the dildos from both sides like a worthless whore beneath her. After what seemed like an eternity, she hung up the phone. I started barking to let her know that I was about to cum. Suddenly, the machines slowed down significantly, making it easier to get off them.
-- You were close to cumming. We can't allow that. I'll go make lunch; just stay here and don't cum. If anything happens, just yell. Once you've eaten, we'll check on these balls.
She left with a smile, but returned quickly with a bowl under the tip of my cock.
-- Your food goes in there, no matter what. This is to help you stay strong. Oh, I may have sped up the machine a little too much. Sorry, but I don't have time to adjust it, the meat is frying!
She walked out nonchalantly, and I wished I could watch her one more time. The realization came that had I focused more on admiring her, my bowl would have been filled already. My one and only goal now was to focus on my state of humiliation and torture. The machines were moving slowly, making it increasingly difficult to withstand the pleasure. I was aware that the pain itself made it more challenging not to cum. As the moment of climax became apparent, she re-entered the room with a bowl of sauced meat and a few vegetables sticking out of it. The aroma was tempting, allowing me to shift my attention to the meal. I was ready to swallow it whole, but she didn't stop the machines. Holding my gaze, she bit her lip. The sheerIGeeklettersistitlost it.
-- Doggie, you are extremely submissive. If I told you to cum right now, you probably would. But what if I asked you to hold it in?
I was about to lose it, but a few more strokes would have finished me off. She kneeled, making us eye level.
-- Could you withstand it for another 10 minutes, an hour? Are you already at your limit? What do you think your cum would taste like? Would it be a good addition to your meal?
There was nothing left in me. I gave in. The cum began to collect at the base of my cock, but suddenly stopped, and the machines halted.
-- Stay strong. You did well.
My resolve was tested by her knowledge of my body. She knew my limits, and this made me feel even more worthless. However, amazingly, the cum didn't leak out. As soon as she unbound my limbs, I immediately shifted to my back to avoid any accidents. She laughed at me when my mouth released a sigh of relief. She removed all the equipment, except the collar, of course. The pain in my balls vanished upon removal, but the nipple stinging doubled as the clamps were ripped off without a warning. I almost cried out, squirmed, and clutched them, but after a while, the pain subsided.
The divide between all this intense psycho-physical stimulation and this silent instant, with nothing binding me, only saliva marginally cooling my chest, belly, and chin, left me cathartic. As if I came with my body and mind, rather than my cock. It was so grand and intense, I couldn't even reach for the bowl, irrespective of the amazing aroma of this exquisite dish. It appeared Ann saw through me again, as she knelt next to my face with the bowl in one hand and a fork in the other. She began feeding me. I was in paradise.
Following my meal and staying there a short while, she placed the bowl on the floor and requested me to lick it clean like her high heels from the day before. With that one sentence, she accomplished to make me hard in a moment again. I knelt down and bowed my face towards the bowl, commencing to clean it with my tongue. My cheeks reddened, as the command was so straightforward, it surprised me. I've become accustomed to having something in my ass and mouth, but the abrupt shift from a fuck toy to a dog, particularly after being pampered like some form of royalty, promptly put me in my place.
I then experienced a potent kick to my exposed balls.
-- Continue licking.
Prior to realizing what took place, she kicked me again. I practically jumped up due to the pain. She carried out this process speedily five more times. My balls kept bouncing around with each individual hit, causing me to believe, post each one, they might finally burst. I began barking to inform her, the plate was immaculate.
-- Did I request you to halt, canine? -- She enquired sternly like the first encounter.
Oh, damn. I really goofed up this time. I fixed my gaze on her shoes.
-- I inquired you a question.
I barked guiltily.
-- Determine. As a thank you, you have to choose your very own penalty.
Shit, shit, shit. My balls were still painful following the stretching and her five kicks. I doubt they could endure even more.
-- Alternative one - your balls return to their toy condition, and we grip them until they appear as paper fragments.
God, perhaps she truly yearned to eliminate me.
-- Alternative two - we hang you from them on the ceiling.
Oh, fuck. I desired to escape.
-- Or alternative three - we cuff you to this apparatus, and I kick you one hundred times. Kiss each of my shoes the equivalent amount.
Hastily, I fell to my face and kissed them both three times.
-- Is this your choice, canine? You are such a submissive curl, I can even establish it.
How could she prove my personal sensations to me?
-- You can leave, if desired. The contract is in my office.
Oh, that's how. I gazed at her feet once more, saying nothing.
-- See? I comprehend you well. Well, crawl on there and position your balls at the back, so they are readily accessible.
She indicated a wooden trapezoid, seeming like an extended variant of a pommel horse with two pieces protruding for knees and four handcuffs affixed to the sides. I stretched out on my stomach with my longstanding penis pointing down just behind the horse, raising my balls. She approached, fastened the cuffs. Jesus, I didn't recognize if I was all set.
-- Square up. Like a person.
Instantly, I sensed a shock in my balls. A shoe kick was more agonizing as a result of the elevated, hard soles.
-- One - I announced surprised, as the kick was quite imperceptible, though not painless, as a consequence of the preceding care.
-- Two.
This one came after a lengthy pause and possessed the identical intensity. Possibly the penance was supposed to be allegorical. Throughout the initial ten, my balls actually felt less excruciating than prior to this ordeal. This was certainly unusual, particularly after she stated the previous day, that discomfort was one of her favorite fetishes. The eleventh prompted me to appreciate, she was only teasing me. I needed to mutter out the number, because the agony was so acute. I reckoned she utilized full force.
-- Twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen - they all followed one after the other, and I couldn't even maintain the count, so I whispered each number under my breath, in order to maintain count.
-- Canine? You were expected to count, not moan. We're commencing anew, and this time I want to hear each number loud and clear.
Shit. While I appreciated pain, now it truly did feel like retribution. Her tempo was ferocious, unlike her earlier care. She was strongly and swiftly until thirty. 10 gentle ones to enable me to gather my strength and nine fast ones to annihilate every delusion I can survive it.
-- At fifty, you'll acquire a respite, so prepare. [
-- "Fifty," I exclaimed as my testicles were being squished against a hard surface, making them flatten out. After enduring sixty-four kicks, I felt like I was trapped in a terrible dream. The pain was unbearable, even affecting my brain.
"Hmm, slave. Was it a kick or a squeeze?"
No way! She must be joking. I'd pass out before I'd agree to start over.
"It was a squeeze, but please, Mistress, have pity. I'm just a dim-witted dog. I wouldn't know any better. Please, don't make me start over. Please, I plead with you."
She approached me and slapped my face.
"Silence, dog. You weren't allowed to speak. Just count. I should have made it a thousand after such an act of disobedience, but I'll let your balls continue working. I'll give you another choice. We can reach a thousand if you want, or... That surprise I told you about earlier, which was supposed to be a full orgasm for you, uncensored. We can have you finish the remaining kicks, but you'll be denied that. Decide."
I was in a desperate state, but one thousand is an impossible number. She must have planned everything. Her strategy was to mess with my mind, making me feel inferior and helpless. That realization somehow turned me on as well.
"I'll count. Thank you, mistress."
She began kicking me hard and fast. I tried to speak clearly and loudly, but it was difficult not to moan. Thankfully, she didn't seem to care anymore. This was the most intense experience of my life. It felt like being hit with a wet, flaccid ball in the groin, but it was ten times more painful and uninterrupted. I flailed around in my bindings, but they left very little room to maneuver. I involuntarily moved my ass to dodge her kicks, but she always hit her target. My entire body was covered in sweat and my breath was shallow. Fainting seemed like a blessing, but suddenly all the kicks stopped. The remaining pain increased even more, as if my brain required time to acknowledge the previous kicks. I kept thanking her despite the agony. She left the room.
I sat down on the floor, gently caressing my injured testicles. I imagined how incredible it'd feel to be able to climax. I spent several minutes recovering, gathering the willpower to stand up. When the pain became manageable, I got up and walked towards Ann.
Ann was sitting on the couch, powering on a console that I hadn't noticed before! She was literally a Goddess, a supernatural being I had to serve for the rest of my life.
-- "I thought you might enjoy games," she said, captivated by the screen bigger than my apartment. -- "You can speak, pup. You can talk, doggie."
-- "I love games, mistress. I've never noticed that console before."
-- "Yes, it was hidden away in a drawer. I received it as a gift at my old job for Christmas, but I never gave it a proper chance. It was too complicated. Maybe you can show me how it works today?"
-- "Absolutely! I adore you, mistress..."
Her laughter snapped me out of my trance.
-- "But first things first. You need to wear these two things," she said, indicating the chastity cage and the butt plug tail.
I was brought back to my reality by these instructions. Playing games with the most beautiful girl while being her submissive pet? It was like a dream come true. No other thought had ever crossed my mind like this. The thought itself made me hot and aroused. However, putting on the plug and the cage was painful, especially since my cock was becoming harder.
Look at me straight when you're doing it.
Wow, her gaze was captivating, mesmerizing even. A light smile revealing her dimple. Her soft lips. I was fighting to shrink my cock with the cage, but it only made it more challenging. I almost crossed the finish line trying to put on the chastity cage...
"It seems like you're in need of assistance." She said it in the sexiest tone you ever heard. "Here, this should help reduce the friction."
She slowly dripped some juice on my cage, along with my hands and cock. I had to resist giving in to the urge. She went to the kitchen for some snacks. D***, this was intense. She was just too perfect. I regretted throwing away my chance even more now. After a while of taking deep breaths and focusing on anything but her, the prison finally fit, so I grabbed the key and locked myself up.
When Ann came back, she looped the cage key through her neck chain and wore it without saying a word. My cage began moving, but at this point it was nothing out of the ordinary. I tried to go sit on the couch next to her, but she refused.
"No, no, no. You're still my doggie, even if allowed to talk. You sit here." She pointed to the floor by her legs.
I obliged and sat there normally was uncomfortable with a tail, so I had to kneel and sit on my feet, leaving the plug some space. I realized, that despite being allowed to sit, I settled for kneeling, which made me blush a little. It was startling. Such little moments were still embarrassing in spite of being f***ed, spit on or cuffed. She snuggled up close, so that her entire leg was against my side. Beside my calf I felt that hard sole and realized my balls still ached slightly. So close to her, I smelled a faint scent of strawberries. Maybe she was really some sort of a goddess and these were simply her pheromones.
"Ok, we're ready." She said cheerfully after putting the snacks on the table. She brought grapes, chips, sodas and chocolate.
The console was turned on and a menu appeared. She had some racing games, some sports ones and even a platformer for two players.
"Have you tried all these?" I inquired.
"Some of them, but many attempts didn't go smoothly."
"It doesn't matter. No one is best at first. Just show me your favorite one and we'll start there."
"Oh, I really enjoyed the one with this cute creature." She got excited talking about it, which was so cute. It was a platformer game. Players controlled a colorful two-headed creature, one managing the left leg and right arm and the other the opposite. The objective was to solve all kinds of puzzles and travel through a world filled with various obstacles. It was a tiny, indie game I'd never seen before.
"Wow, it looks like a lot of fun." I mentioned.
"With who did you play?"
"With who? Can you play these with others?"
A stunning, wealthy woman wasn't sure what multiplayer meant. So adorable.
"They're controlled by the same console, y'know?"
"You can still put the cage on me!"
We laugh and began playing. She didn't know where the letters were on the controller, but I didn't mind. I loved teaching her and replaying the same section over and over after we kept dying, just to hear her scream or laugh.
Four hours of teasing and joking had passed and we hadn't reached even 25% of the game. Despite being so much fun, we'd both had enough. My teaching actually helped her learn quickly. I wasn't a pro with games like this.
"Wow, it was amazing. We should make it a little tradition. Playing games together." She suggested with a smile.
"Is this a proposal?" I asked.
"So what do you say? Yes or no?"
"I'd love that!"
"But I want to try something different. Are there any games that were particularly difficult for you, where you can also die like this one?"
"Certainly, there's a lot of them."
"Do we have them?"
"No, I have them somewhere else, but they're not even console versions."
"Hmm... Can't we buy them?" I suggested.
"We can, although it'll cost money."
"Let's do it. It's time to celebrate. I'll buy the ones you want and download them. I'll also call the sushi place."
"Great. In the meantime take off the toys and put your clothes on. We're going shopping."
That was catchy, but at least I was allowed to wear clothes. She even took off my collar. However, it felt weird to wear clothes again. Ann put on a leather jacket and we drove down to the basement parking, where we sat in her second car. No doubt she had a second car.
It was an unexpected command, but at least I was allowed to have something on. She even removed my collar. But I gotta admit it felt strange putting clothes on. Ann put on a leather jacket and we headed to the underground parking where we sat in her second car. Of course she had a second car.
The sun dazzled us as we drove up the ramp. I recalled the numerous historical buildings I'd seen out the window during my previous existence, now they were towering above us and the people who'd appeared like ants that morning had grown into full-sized humans. Several of them were gaping at our vehicle, which made me feel somewhat awkward. Here I was, a casual guy in delivery attire sitting next to the most stunning female on the planet, driving her luxury car. Ann once again read my mind, reassuring me not to worry and that I'd adjust to this new reality. Her voice, sweet and comforting, even held my hand during red lights with her slender, long fingers. Truth be told, I felt that my place was at her feet as a devoted pet. I even wondered if it would be more fitting for me to walk on a leash.
Soon we reached the mall, a place I hated being at work. Any order would be delayed by at least 15 minutes due to automatic allocation of orders to the nearest deliverer and the sheer volume of people made it nearly impossible to navigate efficiently. I shared this issue with Ann, who promised to get rid of my work attire for good. Thankfully, she didn't suggest taking me to the center of the mall for a grand striptease. Although enticing, I wasn't yet comfortable with the idea.
"How about this one?" Ann asked, presenting a see-through black crop top in a store.
"Wow, it's stunning."
Instantly, I was hard as a mannequin. Ann gently urged me to try it on. I entered the dressing room, put it on, and exited with my face as red as a lobster. Ann had purchased the identical top and replaced it, leaving me in my embarrassing new attire. She entertained a glance of mischievement. Sure enough, my bulge was bursting through my boxers. In spite of my arousal, I managed to hold my tongue.
-- Bark for me, puppy -- Ann teased, kissing my neck.
I desperately wanted to comply, but all that came out was a muffled groan. Ann let go and left me alone in the dressing room. I dropped to the chair, breathless with fear of being overheard. Yet, she left me in a hazy state of pleasure, feeling more like a toy than a pet. How did lust turn me into a submissive cipher that would obey her wildest wishes without complaint? Was she some sort of demon enchantress?
-- We're done here. Let's head back to the car.
She implemented an array of small purchases, her purchases surely paying for the clothes. On exiting the store, I hesitated. Ann had cast away my work clothes into the nearest trash bin. I felt tingles on my face and heart beating hard in my ears. Passers-by cast furtive glances my way, causing my cheeks to blush. Ann wore a sly grin. She was proud of me, her prize.
We picked up our sushi at the bar, where the waitstaff seemed unconcerned about my slightly inappropriate attire. The situation drastically shifted in the pet store, however. When Ann inquired the best dog bed for a canine of my size, the cashier's face turned crimson with shock and confusion. I was abashed as well. We selected the largest bed and right before leaving, Ann bought a shock collar. Immediately I became hard again. Her casual swipe of the collar, and her taking the sushi while I hoisted the bed, left me curious about our next move.
This was an attractive lady, but not as beautiful as Ann. They embraced, and Ann introduced me as her boyfriend. They had been friends since childhood. As they chatted about their day-to-day lives, Ann made sure to mention that I was her boyfriend. She planned to visit her friend soon. Afterward, we rode back home together. At home, my girlfriend showed me her dog's bed and proceeded to unpack some sushi.
-- Take off your clothes and lie on the table. I have some wasabi for you.
I removed my clothes and followed her instructions.
-- Do you like spicy food? -- she asked.
-- I love it.
She put some wasabi on my sensitive areas, causing a fiery burning sensation. Everywhere she applied it, I couldn't help but thrash. My girlfriend smeared the wasabi on my cock with a spoon, and the heat was too much for me. Wasabi was being smeared all over my body as I moved.
-- That wasabi... -- she remarked, rubbing it into my cock's head.
The burning was unbearable, and I moved as much as I could. My girlfriend seemed amused by my discomfort. While I attempted to remain calm, I couldn't hide my discomfort. The pain was incredibly intense, and I could feel the blood in my cock. It felt like lava was burning it.
-- Do you like spicy food? -- she continued.
-- I do.
She smeared more wasabi on my cock and slid it to the ends of my cock. My girlfriend then picked up a sushi roll, placed it on my stomach, and then ate it using chopsticks. I watched her eat while pain coursed through my body. She repeated this process with each roll she took from my body. Eventually, I ate the last piece, overwhelmed by the experience.
-- What should you say? -- she asked weakly.
-- Thank you, Mistress Ann -- I groaned, barely aware of my surroundings.
-- Good boy, you can clean up here -- she remarked, referencing the spilled fish and wasabi.
I dried myself quickly with the towel she handed to me, feeling the heat subside.
-- The last activity tonight -- she announced, a hint of sinister pleasure in her voice. -- Play your most difficult game. For each boss you kill, I'll take off an article of clothing. However, with every death, there'll be a consequence.
I sat down on the sofa, looking for a game suitable for her challenge. My choice was The Fallen Dominion, a game in which I battled angels as a knight of God. While the game was suspenseful, my excitement was unique. The enemies were twisted angels, making them much more intimidating. I initiated the game and began the fight.
The first two angels were a pair that fought together. I killed them both without dying; a difficult feat. However, I was so invested in pleasing her that I could not afford to lose in this game. Ann sat next to me and removed her shoes, pressing them onto my lap.
-- I'm going to add a different rule -- she said, smiling. -- Tonight, I'll only sleep while wearing the items I take away from you.
I started the game again and fought another angel. However, my mind kept drifting to Ann's playful smirk and her cute, little feet on my lap. The sight of her feet tapping, coupled with her relaxed facial expression, was a huge distraction. I concentrated hard on the game, desperate not to give her the chance to put something on me. As soon as I defeated the third angel, her feet landed on me.
-- Let's set a new rule -- she smiled. -- Tonight, the only things you can sleep with are the items you leave me with.
She had my complete attention now. I focused hard on the game, resisting the urge to look at her. As I won each boss battle, Ann removed an item of clothing.
-- Put them on! -- she commanded.
I placed the items on her body. After a few moments, Ann's mischievous smile returned.
-- Follow me -- she said.
She left the room and returned with several objects.
-- Turn around -- she ordered.
I complied.
-- Whenever you lose, you must wear these -- she announced, holding a pair of her soaked panties.
-- I'm going to win! -- I vowed, determined.
-- I know. You're good at this game -- she replied, happy.
I resumed the game and fought the remaining angels. With each death, a new item was placed on me. These items added another layer of clothing that I would have to sleep in. I was playing a dangerous game, determined to please my girlfriend. As I eventually won, she stripped me of my clothing.
-- Good job -- she said, sinking into the bed as I lay on the sofa.
-- Thank you, Mistress Ann -- I replied breathlessly.
-- Sleep well, boy -- she whispered, looking adoringly at me.
I joined her in bed, feeling worn out from the day's activities and eager for more.
I accomplished the task, and immediately felt a genital plug inserted into me. The stretching only increased the degree of excitement in my penis. I attempted to concentrate, but the angel attacked once again. She was considerate. Likely, she saved the worst for last... And in her mind, it was probably the best for last. On the third angel, I managed to succeed. Ann removed her coat, exposing her black bra. I had viewed it earlier in the day, but damn... It was still arousing. The fourth manager fell quickly, more rapidly than anticipated. He was usually difficult, but for some inexplicable reason, I was able to kill him on my first try. The fishnet stocking glided down her thin, pale leg; it was almost too much to bear. She was so stunning. My mind was becoming frayed. I stared at her leg as if my brain had disintegrated. She cleared her throat to remind me of the task at hand, but I was distracted. Eventually, she moved her leg onto my game controller and clicked every button, causing my hero to perish.
"Concentrate, or you'll just lose." she commented nonchalantly.
Undoubtedly, I was paying attention, just not to the game. It was now time for the dog cage. Shit. At this stage, I was so swollen; placing the cage on was practically a miracle. Fortunately, she granted me the flexibility to do so post-game.
The fifth angel was defeated without me perishing; nonetheless, my health was low; even a stumble over a pebble would have been fatal. Ann shed off her other stocking, but this time, she positioned herself behind me. Placing her feet on my lap. Her feet were so smooth and gentle, and so close to my cage. Thankfully, she remained motionless, as I would not have been able to withstand it. The sixth angel died with difficulty on my side. I squandered all my potions and secondary equipment, almost dead. Suddenly, I was solo; then, a moment later, her feet were hanging in front of my face, and a leather skirt slid down onto my controller, hand, and penis.
"Doggie? Play while still inside the cage." she suggested.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was on the verge of crying due to arousal, excitement, and my affection for her coming together.
"And also, only my bra and panties remain. Which one should I remove?"
I nearly climaxed just from her saying that and her leathery skirt grazing my cock. With all my might, I concentrated on the final boss. The Metatron. The match took approximately 20 minutes. Ann observed, occasionally gasping for air when the fight intensified. However, just as I prepared to deliver the final blow, she began kissing my neck and massaging my nipples. Thankfully, she didn't touch my bottom. Nonetheless, the feeling was incredibly intense. It was as though every beautiful occurrence and imminent event on Earth had culminated into this one ticklish sensation and stolen control of my body from me. I inadvertently clicked, resulting in Metatron's death but my demise as well, unable to dodge his attack.
I assumed she'd have stopped around then, but instead, she became even more fervent. Kissing me all over and refusing to release my nipples. She persisted with this for the entirety of the end-game credits. I could barely differentiate what was occurring. I was fixated on her touch. It was as if I was incapable of restraining myself. I moaned and writhed, my forehead resting on her chest and without the strength to even open my eyes. After a few minutes, she released me.
"Doggie? Do you want to take a look?"
I swiveled around, and she was seated, crossed-legged, with not a single object among us, human-made or natural, artificial or manufactured - there was nothing blocking my gaze from her exquisite, soft, flawlessly round, slightly pointing downwards in a bashful manner, as if too ashamed to be seen, yet firm within her chest like a skillfully crafted sculpture, not flat, nor overly large chest. I could no longer hold back my urges, but she covered my eyes with her hand. She spoke only once I had regained my composure.
"Alright, doggie. You still need to wear the cage, but you died once more after that, so get ready..."
She placed a blindfold over my eyes. I was in desperation and began groaning and barking for permission to peek, but she remained indifferent. It took some time for me to regain my composure. She was already asleep, while I donned the cage and nestle into the dog bed beneath her. I started fantasizing about her chest again, and my cage commenced to move, however, eventually, I managed to succumb to sleep as well.