Anything for You

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “Sorry,” Louise mumbled as she stared at the floor.

  “I also told you not to speak!”

  The sound of a firm smack echoed around the room as it rebounded off Louise’s prone backside, making her whine with the sharpness of the pain.

  “You may well whine like the bitch you are.” Jo followed up the first slap with a second, which stung Louise despite the padding of her trousers and knickers. “Perhaps you don’t want your reward, after all?”

  Biting back the desire to cry out that she wanted the licking she was due right now, and doing her best not to flinch further, Louise withstood two more strikes before Jo stopped the punishment and resumed her tender cosseting. This time however, Jo combined the stroking with the slow removal of her temporary pet’s uniform, giving permission where necessary for her to sit or stand in order to make the stripping easier to achieve.

  Naked, and back on all fours, Louise’s ample tits hung down invitingly, tempting Jo. But she was determined to continue with her fantasy, and so resisted the craving to suckle her lover’s gorgeous cream tits. Instead she instructed Louise to watch while she took off her own clothes, revealing a deliciously sexy maroon lace bra, some ultra-brief knickers and incredibly sheer black stockings.

  The “Wow!” that escaped from Louise’s unbidden lips went unpunished, as Jo swelled beneath the wide-eyed appreciation of her girl. With hands on her hips, her face set in determination, Jo took a brand-new dog collar and secured it around Louise’s statue-still neck. Then, fixing a matching lead in place, Jo ordered, “Heel,” and began to walk her fantasy dog around the small area of room that remained clutter free.

  Louise’s bare knees and palms rubbed and scratched against the poorly carpeted floor as she struggled to match Jo’s long stride and fast pace. The stiff leather collar cut into her neck as the lead was yanked sharply each time she failed to keep up with her mistress on their circuits of the confined space, a voice in the back of her head telling her it would be worth it to feel Jo’s tongue against her clit. A thought she regretted, as even the idea of the expertly applied intimate stimulation sent fresh ripples through her chest, and shock waves of longing to her pussy.

  After five dizzying turns of the room, Jo halted and held up her hand to Louise, giving the canine order to sit. She nodded approvingly as Louise promptly fell back onto her haunches.

  “Over!” Jo commanded. Louise obliged, dropping to the floor and rolling onto her back.

  Kneeling, Jo began to rub Louise’s stomach as if praising her, then without warning, she flicked a single finger between her open legs, making Louise draw in a sharp breath.

  “You are one wet bitch.” Jo’s eyes shone as she spoke. “Would you like me to lick my doggy better?”

  Louise nodded emphatically.

  “So, my little pup thinks she’s earned the right to have me lap between her legs already, does she?”

  Louise nodded again, but more warily than before, clenching her teeth together to prevent herself from making a sound.

  “Well, that will all depend on how well you carry out the next few tasks, won’t it?” Jo gestured with her hands again, and Louise repositioned herself onto all fours, her breasts hanging down invitingly once more. This time Jo could not resist, and crawled beneath her girl, repeating her warning—“You will not move, you will not make a sound”—before sucking at the right teat.

  Louise closed her eyes, lost in a taut bliss that shot through her body as her sensitive nipple was licked to distraction. Stopping only to swap sides, Jo kept up the wonderful attention, reveling in the taste and texture of her partner.

  Finally having had her fill of the luscious globes, Jo withdrew and moved to look at Louise’s face, which was creased with a combination of lust and deep concentration. Jo’s body gave an involuntary shiver of longing as she considered what she was about to do next. Aware that her own arousal was rapidly growing, she decided it was time to lose the last layer of her clothing and peeled off her underwear before her rapt audience.

  Louise couldn’t help reacting as her lover’s body was revealed, but mindful of her position, she managed to turn her sigh of appreciation into a long, dog-like pant. Her arms were beginning to ache at having to support her weight, and Louise knew she was going to have to move again soon, or she’d collapse onto the rough floor.

  As if reading her pet’s needs, Jo spoke. “You’d better ask me nicely, if you want to move.”

  “Please can I…”

  The smack across her hindquarters bought Louise’s sentence to a premature end. How was she supposed to ask to move if she couldn’t speak? She paused for a second, then gingerly picking up the hanging lead in her teeth, Louise rose onto her back legs, acting like a dog wanting to go for a walk.

  “Good girl.” Jo tousled Louise’s hair. “Let’s go.” She took the lead from Louise’s mouth, and took her on another circuit of their attic room.

  Returning to the foot of Louise’s bed, Jo let go of the lead and allowed her bitch to lie on the floor. Leaving Louise on the ground resting her weary limbs, Jo returned to the pile of stock to search for the next item she required. “Now, I seem to remember you wanted a good licking.”

  Louise whimpered, widening her eyes like a begging dog.

  “Well then, if you can lap up all the water in this bowl, without spilling a single drop, then, in return, I will lick and kiss your gorgeous sweet pussy until you howl like a hound.”

  Jo flashed a large silver dog bowl in front of Louise, then took it over to the sink in the corner of the room and filled it to the brim. Moving slowly, so that none of liquid spilled, Jo placed the bowl before Louise and ordered her back to all fours.

  The amount of water contained within the bowl looked almost impossible to lap up to Louise, and she gazed up at Jo questioningly for a second.

  “Well, if you don’t want to feel this tongue between your hind legs, doggie, then that’s fine, I’ll just sort myself out and leave you in peace.” Jo opened her legs wide and began to stroke a finger teasingly over her own clit.

  Louise felt irrationally jealous of that finger as it caressed Jo where she badly wanted to be caressed herself. The promise of her lover’s expert tongue over her own nub was too much. Even if she ended up dribbling the contents everywhere, she had to try, however humiliating. She’d already walked on a lead and begged like a dog; what did it matter now?

  Lowering her head to the bowl, Louise stuck her tongue out gingerly, and after doing her best to flick her hair out of the way without the use of her hands, began to lick at the ice-cold water. It was surprisingly easy to consume a small mouthful of liquid at a time, but it was incredibly difficult to do so without spraying drips of fluid over the edges of the bowl.

  Squatting down to observe Louise closely, Jo spanked her willing victim’s exposed rump each time the tiniest trickle of water escaped from the sides of the container. With every beautifully warming strike of her backside, Louise had to concentrate harder and harder not to choke, and consequently slopped even more water onto the now-wet carpet.

  Abandoning all thoughts of trying to stop the bowl from overflowing, Louise sped up her lapping. Rolling her tongue like a scoop, she gulped the drink faster and faster, until it dripped from her nose, cheeks and chin. Her knotted hair dangled in the puddles that were forming around the outside of the bowl. The spanking of her ass came more rapidly now, and Louise’s whole frame began to shiver and ripple with signs of her fast-climbing climax, as Jo combined a jabbing finger against the entrance to her anus with each corresponding smack. The relentless burning smacks no longer had any connection to the spatters Louise was throwing from the bowl.

  Panting and gasping for air, Louise lapped so fiercely at the bowl that she accidentally tipped it over with her chin, sending the remaining fluid streaking across the bedroom floor in a small stream. Nervously, but with undeniable excitement, Louise glanced at her mistress.

  “You bad dog! Look at the mess you’ve made. I should ma
ke you lick every drop up off the floor!”

  Louise lowered her eyes sheepishly, like a chastised animal, and waited for a slap.

  It didn’t come. Jo, her body high on the power she held over her girl, couldn’t wait any longer to taste Louise’s slick juices. With a supreme effort, she managed to keep up her dominant stance. “Lie in your own mess. Go on! Get on your back, bitch.”

  Louise rolled swiftly onto her back once more, the water squelching beneath her sweat-soaked skin, the thin sodden carpet irritating her sore, red-blotched backside.

  “No way do you deserve this,” said Jo as she fell to her knees, “but I do, so I’m going to do it anyway.”

  Putting a gentle tongue to Louise’s clit, Jo smiled to herself as Louise whimpered in heartfelt satisfaction, the flutters of her orgasm sending quivers of desire across her exhausted body. “Now this, my pretty little bitch, is the best way to lap it up, don’t you think?”

  The little bitch in question groaned out a prolonged, deep and relieved bark, in total agreement with her beloved mistress.

  WHAT IF

  Angela R. Sargenti

  What if I pushed my boobs together so you could fuck my tits?” she asked me.

  “What if I tossed your salad?”

  “What if I put on a strap-on and showed you what it’s like to take it in the ass?”

  This was our favorite game. We’d say these things to each other until we hit on the perfect way to occupy our time for the night, and tonight was no different.

  “What if I tied you up and teased you to tears?” I asked.

  “What if…no, wait,” she said. “That actually sounds pretty fun.”

  “Let’s go.”

  A short time later, she was naked and bound facedown to our bed and I was working the feather tickler. I had her blindfolded to heighten the suspense, and just for fun I reached out and smacked her ass.

  She moaned and stirred, helpless in her bonds. I wanted to fuck her right then, wanted to climb right on top of her and take her in the ass.

  Instead, I grabbed a ballpoint pen from the nightstand and retracted the cartridge, using it to trace the pink outline of my handprint.

  “Oh, my god, what is that?”

  “I’m not telling.”

  I slapped a pink mark on her other cheek, but this time I traced it with my tongue. She squirmed around, anxious for me to touch her, but what I did instead was, I took the tickler and turned it around to touch her cunt lips with the handle. She tried to wriggle closer, but I pulled it away.

  She made a frustrated noise that made me smile.

  “How long will it take for me to drive you crazy?” I wondered aloud. I slipped off the gold chain around my neck—the one she’d given me—and I let the cold metal dangle between her legs.

  “You’re already driving me crazy,” she told me.

  “But you said to tears.”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  I snatched the chain back and laid it aside. I took off my T-shirt next and fanned it over her a couple of times, and then I flicked it all over her body, down her legs, her arms, even over her ass. I didn’t do it hard or anything, just enough to make her aware of it, and as suddenly as I began, I stopped.

  I stood there motionless, not making a sound.

  All I could hear was the ticking of the clock, and with each tick, the tension grew. But I was having a lot of fun and I wasn’t ready to end it so soon, so I broke the suspense for her.

  “Stay here a sec,” I told her. “I have to get a few things.”

  It spoke to the bond of trust we’d built up during our relationship that she didn’t protest, and when I got back from the kitchen, she was still waiting patiently.

  “Now,” I told her, “now you have to guess what you feel.”

  I scraped a dry sponge down her back, but she couldn’t guess what it was. Next, I took a handful of spaghetti noodles, holding them like a whisk broom while I brushed them up and down her calves.

  She didn’t figure that one out, either, but she guessed the next few things with ease. One was a Q-tip I used to prod each of her fingertips until she laughed. The next thing was a blank CD I lay on her bare ass. I brushed a pastry brush up her thighs and tickled her feet with a clean dishcloth, but she let out a squeal when I dribbled chilled wine into the little dent at the small of her back.

  “Oh, here,” I said, bending down to lap it up with my tongue. “Let me get that.”

  I meant to only clean her up, but once I was down there, I smelled her arousal and spread her asscheeks apart with one hand to lay a finger on the cute little bud of an asshole I exposed. I delved down and dipped into her pussy as far as my finger would go, then I returned to coat her perfect asshole with her own sweet juices.

  She strained toward me, not caring which hole I penetrated, but I didn’t do either.

  I moved away and found the next object.

  I play-spanked her with the wooden spoon a couple of times and told her what a naughty girl she was, then I flipped it around and used the handle to gently prod her. I poked her bottom and her thighs and the side of one breast, never getting close enough to either one of her openings to satisfy her. She wriggled around a little and I snaked a hand up under her and tweaked her nipple.

  I pulled out my hand and used it to pet her pussy a little, once going so far as to almost dip my finger back in.

  Almost.

  When I moved my hand away, she murmured a protest.

  “That wasn’t a sob, was it?” I teased.

  “Hell, no.”

  “Good. We still have a long way to go.”

  She let out a frustrated sigh, but she settled herself in for some more.

  I dribbled dry beans on her back and plucked at her cute little butt with a pair of chopsticks. I rolled a cold tangerine down her spine and used a rolling pin to relax the muscles in her legs, then I smacked her ass lightly a few times with a rubber spatula. A salad fork made for a nice back-scratcher, and the handle of the lemon reamer a wonderful substitute for a butt plug.

  She startled when I popped open the can of biscuits, then sucked in a breath when I laid the two first cold pieces of raw dough on her shoulders. A marble followed the tangerine down the slope of her back, then I ripped open a single-serve packet of honey and squirted it on her behind.

  I swiped a little of it up with my fingers and brought it to her mouth. She licked off the bulk of it, then she made my cock twitch by sucking the rest off.

  “What if I just left you there like that for, say, twenty minutes?”

  “No!”

  “Okay,” I grinned, probing her some more with the wooden spoon.

  She had to give in soon or I would, so I stuffed some corks between her toes and licked the rest of the honey off her ass. That almost did her in, but I kept on, dragging my tongue up her spine.

  She groaned in shuddering agony and tested her bonds.

  “What if I told you to open your mouth?”

  She did what I asked and stuck her own tongue out, and I sprayed some canned whipped cream on it and let her taste it.

  Now I teased her with my words, too, drawing tight little circles around her entrance with my forefinger and letting it brush her clit about every third pass. She tried to impale herself again, but I wouldn’t hear of it.

  “What if I just did this all day? What if I teased you all day long?”

  “What if I screamed?” she asked, wiggling around on the sheet to find some way to pleasure herself and ease her throbbing clit.

  “Does my pretty little baby want some dick?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Please?”

  I landed two more smacks with the rubber spatula and told her no.

  She was real close to breaking now and I pumped my finger into her a few brief times, still avoiding her clit.

  “What if I tickled you right here with this feather thing for a while?”

  “Come on,” she whispered urgently.


  I chuckled softly.

  “This will stop when you want it to,” I told her. “You could end this right now with a word.”

  “Please, baby? Come on.”

  She strained at the bonds again, but she was still completely helpless, and I could’ve teased her ’til the sun came up and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do about it but lie there and let me tantalize her. She was paddling her feet and clutching at her hand ties impatiently, and I figured she was just about at her limit now, so I stroked her hair.

  “Ask me nicely,” I told her.

  “Please?” she pleaded. “Please fuck me now? If you don’t, I swear to god, I think I’ll die.”

  I smiled and reached for the first tie, waiting before I loosened it.

  “What if we spent tomorrow night the same way, but with you doing me?” I asked.

  “Sounds fun, but what if I didn’t, just to pay you back for being such a tease?”

  “Well, then, I guess I’d have to do this.”

  I brushed the pastry brush lightly over her cunt lips again, knowing what sweet torture it was.

  “I’d have to say that’s pretty nice,” she lied.

  “Yeah?” I asked, pushing the spoon handle into her about an inch or so. “What if I tell you you’re really the one teasing me?”

  She giggled.

  “You’d only be half right.”

  I leaned down close to her ear, making her shiver as I kissed her temple.

  “Well, what if I told you I’m never letting you go?”

  I was no longer talking about her being tied up, and both of us knew it. She sighed and relaxed into the bed, a satisfied smile on her face.

  “What would I say?” she asked me. “I’d say I’m pretty lucky.”

  PETTING ZOO

  Rachel Kramer Bussel

  When you truly love someone, you’ll do anything for them—and vice versa. That goes a long way toward explaining what I was doing dressed in five-inch shiny leather boots, my voluptuous body poured into a corset, wearing a long black wig and holding a chain, which was attached to a collar, which was attached to my husband, Mason. The collar was all he had on, by my command. But my command was, ultimately, a response to his request, one of many such pleas, during our increasingly heated role-playing sessions. There he was, his thirty-two-year-old, hairy, oversized body on full display not just to me but also to a whole roomful of kinky people, mostly women. I smiled as I stared down at my pet for the night. I’d gotten used to the role I now proudly played, but getting there took some time, and a whole lot of love.