A Neglected Slave
I don’t think I’ve ever linked to a story involving bondage and the family dog before. But I thought this one had its points of amusement value:
She could tell it was work, likely his overseas contact. Occasional Mandarin scattered through his conversation. With her head upside down, she watched him tuck his cock away, and seem to forget her, tied here. He went into the kitchen and she heard the fridge open and close, heard him talking, then the slap of the backdoor, and his voice receding.
“Well, doesn’t that suck,” she said to no one. She tugged her left arm, her right, but she was tied tightly. Her legs didn’t so much as wiggle, her knees tied widely apart. Her tits ached from the clamps pressing on her nipples, but he hadn’t tightened them and for now it was bearable.
But she was almost unbearably horny. She could see the Hitachi in the corner, plugged in and laying as ignored as she was. Her pussy clenched as her nipples throbbed.
“I need to be fucked.” Her neck was starting to ache just a bit. She felt warm breath on her inner thigh.
“What the? Barney? No. NO! Go…git outta here. Go see Daddy. Daddy is in the kitchen. Go. NO, Bad dog. NO!”
Yet the inquisitive pooch was sniffing her…
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nilla