The buzz stopped. As suddenly as it had come on, it was gone. My slit was moist with excitement, despite my brain pleading that this wasn’t the time or place. Alas, it had a mind of its own. I wondered when the next buzz would come. I anticipated it.
“Ok, I’m ready,” I said. I heaved the suitcase another six inches, and we continued down the hallway, him continuing to mutter about the natural inferiority of women.
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“You’re going to love the conference room,” I said to the Korean pop group as I led them into the elevator. “Our chairs were designed by Paul Burnaise, the table is actually a door from a ninth century Spanish castle, and the view is to die for!”
The doors began to close when a hand shot through them. Maggie stepped into the elevator, giving me side eyes. “Nineteen,” she said as the elevator doors closed. “And this is for you,” she said, handing me a note.
My hand went up to hit her number. Half way there, my crotch exploded in vibrations. Shit! My mouth open, all I could do was let out a high pitched squeal. I closed my eyes and put all my weight against the hand rail.
“What the hell?” Maggie said, leaning past me and hitting her floor number. “Keep it together,” she whispered at me severely.
I bit down on my lip, trying to fight the paralyzing vibrations coming from the little device on my clit. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I said. This was not a good place to have a full fledged moaning orgasm!
Thankfully, the buzzing stopped as we got to the conference room floor. Without missing a beat, I escorted our guests down the hall and into their conference room. Back in the hallway, I unfolded the note Maggie had handed me.
Tina,
10pm.
-Sir
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“Come in,” Mr. Stannis said. He was dressed in a stunning dark blue suit. His tie was the lightest pink, and set off his white collared shirt. I felt myself get hotter just looking at him.
I stepped into his suite and he closed the door behind me. I turned to walk towards him but before I could, Denise walked in from the side bedroom. She had a glass of red wine in her hand.
“You did very well today, Tina,” Mr. Stannis said. “Are you willing to take your education further? I have more to teach you, and I think you’re ready.”
“I don’t think she’s ready,” Denise said, looking at me while taking a sip.
I stood up straighter and met her eyes. “I’m ready.” Fuck her if she thought she was going to scare me.
“Are you-“ he said.
“Yes,” I said, cutting him off short. I knew it would piss him off. I hoped it did.
The muscles in his jaws tensed and relaxed. “You might not know this about Denise, but she’s a champion dog breeder. She has incredible insights. I’ve asked her here for her…” He looked over at Denise. “Professional opinion.”
Denise slammed the rest of her red, then put her glass down. She walked towards me, stilletto heels landing solidly despite a tiny sway in her hips. I could see a small smile form on her lips. Whatever was going to happen, she was going to enjoy this. “She isn’t much to look at.”
“Hey!” I said defensively.
“But she has potential,” he said, pouring himself a glass of scotch from the bar along the wall. “It just takes the right kind of experiences to unlock that potential.”
Denise was now standing in front of me. I could smell the wine on her. “Let’s get a better look at the bitch.” Her hands went to my shirt, and she undid my buttons with surprising speed. My bra, pants, and panties were next. She paused when she saw the vibrator resting against my clit. She looked over at Mr. Stannis.
He gave a shrug. “A man gets bored.”
Shaking her head, she pulled the vibrator off me. She walked around me, a finger running across my bare shoulderblades, my shoulders, and then back to my chest. “There’s nothing extraordinary about her.”
I gasped as she took hold of my breast and squeezed hard. I was about to punch her when she release me. I massaged my poor tit. She had a grip!
“She’s quiet, I’ll give you that,” Denise said, walking around me again. “Is she a good fuck?”
“Yes,” he said.
That made me stand up a little bit taller still.
“Does she have any hang-ups?” Denise said from behind me.
“Yes, but I think we can get through them with enough patience and hard work,” he said. He voice was getting thicker, deeper with every sip of alcohol.
I could feel the warmth from her body, her heat pressing up against me. Being inspected like this, scrutinized, was thrilling. I felt her hand wrap around my hair as she pushed my face forward and down. Bent over and exposed to the world, I looked straight ahead while she continued her inspection.
“She does have a pretty pussy,” Denise said, eyes at my fanny.
I inhaled sharply as she touched me down there. Her thin elegant finger traced the outline of my slit, my shaved lips puffing and pouty.
“How…nevermind, let me find out,” she said.
I moaned as she plunged a finger into me, wiggling it around in my tunnel. I bucked my hips backwards, trying to bounce my ass off her hand.
“She’s tight, isn’t she?” he said, pouring himself another scotch. I could see the front of his pants tenting up. He was enjoying this performance: the dominant woman inspecting the submissive one. I was getting turned on watching him watching me!
“I’ve been in tighter,” Denise said, pulling her finger out of me. The finger then swirled around my asshole. “How’s her ass?”
I squirmed, trying to stop her finger from entering me.
“Untested, as you can guess,” he said, walking closer. “I think tonight she should go for her first walk.”
“What?” I said. What did that mean?
“I think you’re right. It’s better to find out early if she’s got the guts. If not, time to move on,” Denise said, giving me a solid smack on the ass.
Mr. Stannis stood in front of me, over six feet of confident masculinity. His powersuit was meant to melt panties and hostile boardrooms alike. He took no prisoners, brokered no mercy. I needed him so badly. “Tina, are you ready for your walk? It’s fine if you’re not, but I’ll be disappointed.”
“I’m ready,” I said.
His hand came down to stroke my cheek, and I kissed it. “Open your mouth,” he said.
I obeyed.
He put his thumb in my mouth. “Suck.”
I did.
At that moment I felt intense pressure against my asshole as something lubricated was pushed past my sphincter. Like something slipping into place, it was inside me. I could feel thin hairs cascading down the backs of my thighs.
“Very good, Tina,” he said, taking his thumb out of my mouth. “Do you like your new tail?”
“Yes,” I said, shaking my ass. The black tail swished back and forth.
“Now,” Denise said, walking over with a collar and leash. “Let’s get you ready for your walk.” The soft leather of the collar slid against my throat, small metal studs on the outer edge. The buckle secured, Denise snapped the leash into the ring under my chin. “Would you like to walk her?” She offered the leash to Mr. Stannis.
‘You first,” he said, one hand absently tugging at himself through his pants.
“Heel,” Denise said.
I got down on all fours, and took a moment to take in the strange new feeling. It was cooler down here, and I could easily see the floor. But arching my neck back to see higher was painful. My knees objected but I ignored that for now. My legs were spread and my excited pussy was leaking my juices down one leg.
A tug on the leash brought me back to reality and I crawled over to Denise. Her black stiletto heels smelled of patent leather and raw rubber. Her legs were shaved down to a diamond sheen. “Heel means your front paws are behind my toes.”
I corrected my position, feeling the tail tassels brush against my thighs.
Without a word, De
nise began to walk around the suite. I crawled after her, my head and tail swinging with every step. My knees soon grew used to the hard marble floor. My breasts hung down, nipples fully erect.
I could hear Mr. Stannis walking behind us. Following us. I imagined his eyes on my feet, moving up my calves, my thighs. He’d catch glimpses of my hot aching slit through my tail. I licked my lips.
“Thirsty, are we?” Denise said. “Very well,” she said, walking us towards the kitchen. The marble changed to handpainted tile, wood cabinets rising up on all sides. A steel dog water bowl came into view next to the sink.
I crawled over to it, looking down into the bowl.
“You know what to do,” Denise said.
I bent my head forward, my tongue extended and lapped at the water. It was cold and clear, and I drank my fill noisily. When I was done, I looked up at Denise, water spilling down my mouth and neck.
“Good girl,” she said, petting me on my head. “Mr. Stannis, I think she’s house trained enough. You could do better, but you could also do worse.”
“Thank you for your attention, Denise,” he said, walking up and taking my leash from her. “Let me walk you out,” he said as he held my leash out to me.
I reached up to take it with my hand.
“No,” he said. “Open.”
I pulled my hand away and opened my mouth. He put the leash across my lips and I held it there. I dabbed my tongue out to taste it. The taste was astringent, bitter and salty.
“Be a good girl,” Denise said as she and Mr. Stannis walked to the door of the suite. I heard a little bit of quiet chatter and laughter before the door closed.
He came back into the kitchen and took my leash from me. “I’m very pleased with you Tina. I know you were upset last night. I was upset as well. I think we’ve gotten to know each other a bit better since then, though,” His hand came down to affectionately stroke my side.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned, needing his touch. I thought back to last night. The blindfold, the restraints, his mouth all over me. My aching pussy screamed to be touched.
His hand went further down my back, stopping at my ass. “What’s this?” he said, and I felt his hand touch the dampness down my inner thigh. He ran his hand up and pulled it away, bringing my essence to his nose to. He inhaled deeply, then stuck his fingers in his mouth. “Oh Tina, your scent drives me wild, and you taste so good.”
My legs quivered at his words, some deep bestial part of my brain screaming that I needed him to mount me this instant. To fill me up, ram in and out of me to scratch this itch that couldn’t be scratched. “Please,” I said.
He knelt down behind me, unzipping his fly. “Is this what you want?” he said as he pulled my tail to the side and laid his hard, massive cock up against my pussy. His purple crown almost reached my belly button.
“Yes!” I screamed, grinding myself down and back against him. My juices made his nest of hair a sticky mess, my labia unfolded and running down his shaft. My exposed clit would explode in pleasure each time it rubbed against him.
“Mmmm, that feels so good,” he said, “but do you think you deserve this cock?” His big hand swatted my left butt cheek. “Do you think you’ve earned it?” It came down again to smack against the other.
I let out a little gasp, my pussy getting wetter by the second. Each smack sent my tail flying the other way, which pulled at the plug deep inside me. I could feel the hot pulse of his heartbeat through his cock as it laid against my belly. “No, sir. I haven’t earned it.”
“You’re right,” he said, pulling his cock from between my legs.
The absence of him made me let out a little cry. My sweat was running down my face, down my chest and dripping down from my nipples.
“There is a process, Tina. We follow the process. You’ve overcome fear tonight, and that’s commendable,” he said, standing up and leading me out of the room by my leash. “You’ve taken to your leash and collar very well. You’ve opened up, bloomed into a bitch in heat.”
Out of the side of my eye I could see his long cock swing with each step, the tip of it glistening with his pre-cum. He walked me towards another room, one we hadn’t entered before. Would there be another step stool? Another blindfold?
“Are you ready for the next step, Tina? The power is in your hands,” he said as I sat in front of the closed door.
I could tell that the door wasn’t fully shut, so I pushed it open with the top of my head. Inside was a room with dark red wallpaper. The only sources of light were candelabras along the walls, their shimmering flames making shadows dance around the room. A large something was covered by a black silk in the center of the room.
“This is the next step in the process, Tina. Your relief lies under that sheet,” he said.
I crawled towards the large object, then grabbed the edge of the silk with my teeth and pulled it down. The silk fluttered down and revealed some kind of chair.
“This is a mounting chair, Tina. I’m going to put you into it. I’m going to to secure you with leather straps. You won’t be able to move a muscle while I have my way with you,” he said as his cock pulsed, returning to a fully erect state.
I shook my tail in excitement and crawled forward. I needed him so bad, I practically leapt up into the chair. It took me a second to figure out how to step into it, but once I was in it I saw that it braced me on all fours.
Mr. Stannis knelt down and secured thick leather straps around my forearms and calves. They latched down tightly but were lined in a plush, almost furry lining. When he tightened the last one, I was bent over, naked on all fours, completely at his mercy.
He stood in front of me and began to undress. I delighted when his shirt came off, exposing his broad shoulders. I felt it between my legs when his legs flexed, and the sight of his washboard abs made my stomach do flips. I could appreciate this man completely, not just aesthetically. That body was about to do things to me that a lesser body couldn’t.
“I have such a need, Tina,” he said as he stepped to stand in front of me.
I opened my mouth and took him in. The saltiness and musk of his seed filled my brain, the pheromones broadcasting his masculine intent to dominate me, mount me and mate with me. His smooth skin filled my mouth, stretching my jaw and trapping my tongue underneath him.
“Mmmm, that feels so good, Tina,” he said, pushing himself further down my throat.
My eyes began to water, the fullness of his girth blocking my airflow.
He pulled out, a messy coating of my spit spilling out behind him. I swallowed and opened my mouth again, ready for him. A new pearl of his pre-cum stood on the tip of his cock, and I seized my prize as he slid back in. This time I was able to take him all the way, my nose buried in his pubes.
He put his hand on the back of my head and began fucking my mouth in earnest. His balls bounced against my chin, his knees bent to angle his thrusts right.
My mind was in ecstasy, this alpha male using me to sate his own desires. My body was in hell, my pussy aching and sorely in need of him.
He pulled out again, a long strand of spittle stretching from the tip of his cock to my lips. Without saying a word, he walked around me to approach me from the rear. “I wanted this to last longer, but I’m just a man, and I need you.”
With one hand he held my tail to the side, and with the other he guided himself to my entrance. Electricity arced between us as his slick head touched my slick slit.
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