Crazy Eight Kennels 03-CY

03–CY.  

When I saw my sister leave the room, I was at first a little worried, but the two women who remained were so small and sweet I felt reassured that nothing bad was going to happen. The one interviewing me asked,  

“CY, please tell me why you are here and what you are expecting from today?”   

I paused for a moment as I gave her question some thought. My sister and I had discovered many years before that I had a deep-rooted need to be punished. For what, I have no idea, but I found that being whipped or beaten gave me intense sexual pleasure. At first, she tried to talk me out of it, but I would seek out professional sex workers to punish me. Then one day she picked up a flogger and bent me over a chair before beating my ass red until I orgasmed. Afterwards, she admitted that while she was flogging me, she got wet and highly aroused.  

I didn’t fully understand it myself, but to have a large toy inside my cunt and ass at the same time while being flogged on the tenderest parts of my body made me orgasm. Then my sister would make me lick her while she often pissed in my mouth or over me as she herself orgasmed.  

“If I am honest, I am not really sure, but I have faith in... SB... that it will be okay.”  

The woman looked at me and smiled reassuringly before saying, “We understand that, and it’s great you have faith in your sister, but as you will be restrained, the difficulty we have is knowing when you are playing as part of the scene, and when you genuinely want to stop. For that reason, we would like you to give us a safe word. If you use that word at any time, we will stop whatever is happening.”  

Safe word? What the bloody hell was going to happen? For the first time, I took notice of the contraption in the room. It looked like one of those vaulting horses that gymnasts use, but with ledges along each side. There were cuffs on each corner, and it became easy to imagine being draped over it, helpless and unable to move. I did genuinely have faith in my sister's judgement, as for all she gave the impression of being hard, she was a real softy deep down and did what she did to give me pleasure.   

“Banana.”  

Both women giggled as they did an impression of a minion saying banana over and over. That laughter broke the tension, and I could feel myself relaxing and ready for whatever was going to happen.  

They draped me over the bench and fastened the padded cuffs around my wrists and ankles, making movement impossible. My sight has always been poor to the point that technically I am registered blind, although I can still see, just not in detail. For that reason, I rely heavily on my hearing, and all I could hear at first was my own breathing as I waited to see what would happen.   

In the distance, I heard a snuffling and as the door opened, I realised what was making the noises. I could make out a large dog entering and sniffing the air, using its nose like I use my ears. I am not good with breeds of dogs, but it looked savage, and I started to get scared it might bite me.  

“What’s happening?” I said in a voice that I knew revealed my fear.  

“This is Rupert,” the dog’s handler said, holding the dog back with effort.  

“Why is he here?” I asked, although at the same time, it dawned on me that it was a stupid question, as deep down, I knew why it was there. Before I could protest, the handler released the dog, which moved to me in a clatter of claws on the hardwood floor.  

“No,” was the only futile word I could say as the dog stuck its cold, wet nose in my ass, its tongue snaking over my pussy. I wanted to scream banana, utter the safe word that would stop this disgusting act...But I couldn’t. Not that I was physically stopped, but the only words coming out of my mouth were, “fuck...fuck...fuck.” The dog’s tongue was amazing as it lapped and delved, almost tearing my delicate flesh. It ran the line between pain and pleasure, making me wetter and wetter with each lick.  

I heard my sister’s voice, although I couldn't see her in the room. I found out later she was watching and communicating via a speaker and microphone.  

“You look like a total slut cumming on a dog’s tongue.”  

She was right, it was slutty, yet I was hooked on the pleasure of it. Her voice echoed out again, “Do you want it to fuck your cunt?”   

Surely a normal person would have shouted, “No,” but I didn’t.   

Surely someone who wasn’t a total slut would have shouted the safe word “Banana” to stop this madness.  

I did neither; instead, I orgasmed on the dog’s rough tongue.  

It must have decided that it was breeding time, and the dog jumped up and started to jab. I could feel its slimy cock sliding over my ass cheeks, making savage jabs, one just entering my ass, making me scream in shock and pain. The dog was undeterred and, grabbing my hips, its claws dug in as it tried desperately to find my cunt with the tip of its cock. As it pulled, I could feel the claws scratching my flesh, and the pain made me scream out in orgasm.  

“See the slut loves dog cock,” I heard my sister’s mocking voice, but before I could formulate a reply, the dog thrust hard and impaled himself deep inside. The shock of being penetrated by a real cock made me yelp, and almost like it was a signal to the dog, it started to fuck me at a breakneck speed.  I could feel my breasts being rubbed raw against the padded covering, and my fingers ached from gripping the bench. At one point, the dog slipped fully out and growled in frustration as it prodded and poked. The tip found my ass, and the dog simply thrust, pushing half its cock into my ass, sending bolts of pain through me. I found my voice for the first time, and my words shocked me, “Yes fuck my slut ass,” I screamed, but the dog wasn’t happy as it withdrew, jabbing as it sought an easier point to penetrate.  

Finding my soaking cunt again, the dog slammed home and this time almost succeeded in forcing his knot inside.  I was panting and whimpering as the dog repeatedly pushed until finally, with a half growl, half yelp, he succeeded in forcing his knot into me. As it started to swell, I made noises that weren't words, just Ooos and ahhs as the dog sealed itself to me. I had been fisted by my sister before, and this felt as big, but there the similarity ended. A fist is hard and unrelenting, but this was a soft pulsing and throbbing mass inside me. When the dog started to spurt its seed inside me, I came with such intensity I was sure my lungs would burst.  

The dog stayed on my back, its slobber dripping on my neck and hair as its spurts continued for what seemed like hours. I drifted into a work of contentment, knowing that I had finally found peace. 

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