Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah looks everywhere in the formerly-locked room and feels her blood run cold, her face drain, her pussy twitch. On every single wall was some form of sex toy, sexual furniture, or sex aid. She wordlessly walked to the middle of the room and spun around, looking at everything.

The room itself was dim. As she walked in, a motion sensor kicked on some soft mood lighting but the black walls and black ceiling kept the room feeling dark. She looked closer and saw the walls were some manner of padded leather with buttoned impressions. The floor was a plush red carpet of some kind. Her feet sank into it a little bit but she could tell it was some kind of foam and not fabric... it'd likely be water proof. Looking to the wall opposite the door, she saw a series of racks and shelves with dozens, maybe even a hundred, sex toys. She was fairly familiar with some toys, she'd been invited to watch porn with a couple boyfriends a few summers ago, when her first sexual exploits were beginning. She recognized the whips, floggers, belts, paddles, all the way to penetrative toys like dildos of all shapes and sizes, beads, plugs... this room had everything.

Off to the left was a pair of spaced-out furniture items. A tall X-cross and a pillory set neatly near the leather wall. She blushed at the thought of being in that pillory for breaking into this room. But on the right was a curious sight. In the wall was a small set of holes and handles above them. Approaching and looking closer, she peered into the hole and saw a small platform inside. It... seemed that someone could lay down on it and stick their bottom out of the hole... she couldn't even see how they'd get in there. What was this place? What did Matthew Orem do for work!?

Turning around again, she looked at the wall divided by the doorway. The room was fairly wide with the hallway door centered in that wall and on each side was a different piece of furniture. On one side was a series of straps and hooks in the ceiling. She couldn't even fathom what they were all for... but maybe it was some kind of swing? On the other side was another dog crate. A kennel-type with exposing wire framework, but curiously there was a few "reinforced" plates with suspicious holes in them, one for each side of the cage except the "back" side opposite the gate, where a water bottle feeder like a hamster bottle was rigged to the wires.

Delilah took long, slow breaths as she tried to rationalize what all this was. Clearly, it was a secret sex room, that didn't take much thought. But... Matthew had seemed fairly... normal? Reclusive, sure, maybe a touch antisocial or odd, but... sex-kink-freaky? She hadn't guessed that and wouldn't have. She slowly turned around again and felt her eyes stick on the wall of sex toys. Unconsciously, her hand drifted to her groin and pressed down gently.

"He'd... never know... if you cleaned up, right?"

Delilah blushed at the mere acceptance of the thought, barely able to accept that she was even considering it. And, slowly, she walked forward, blushing like mad. She walked along the wall of toys, trying to force herself out of the room, to stop, to not do this... but then she saw it. Her eyes locked on and she came to a full halt as she reached up and grabbed a rubber canine dildo.

Steaming from top to bottom, she ran her fingers along the toy. It was... shockingly realistic, given what Whiskey had been showing off in his rutting, and about the right size, too... she shivered at the stupid thought of that canine's prick and grunted, looking at the open door to the sex room and noticed the usually-eager dog hadn't followed her in here. She turned her eyes back to the toy in her hand and found her fingers rubbing around the tapered tip of the rubber phallus, exploring the veins and texture. She blushed as her hand wrapped around the thick knot of the toy, a bit of a bulge beneath it and a suction cup all the way at the base of it. It was a fairly small toy, compared to some she'd seen online, but... she'd never even considered trying a bestial cock like this one. The sudden shift from narrow taper, slow bulb, and thick knot almost scared her. What if it got stuck!? What if she was left waddling to the emergency room with a rubber doggy dick in her, what it-

"What if it feels fucking good?" She says, startling herself as she looks around, as if trying to find who said that just to realize it was herself. "You're... in so much trouble. He's going to tell everyone, you're going to lose everything... stop being stupid, just put it away and go take Whiskey outside, go get your panties, do anything else!" She said, desperately trying to talk herself out of it even as she held the toy tighter and tighter.

"It's your one chance at fun this summer... and he's got a whole toy box here to play with. Ffffffuck it!" She finally spits out, infuriated with herself as she turns back to the wall of toys with eyes big as dinner plates as she looked at the toy wall like a kid in a candy store. She grunts and tucks the canine dildo into her bathrobe's pocket and looks at the rest of the toys, debating which ones to grab.

"I've... never tried anal beads... and there's a bigger plug there... ooh, and this one's inflatable, and-" her eyes caught as she spotted a different kind of plug. A stainless steel toy with a fluffy dog tail attached to it, hanging there and taunting her. She bit her lip as she ran her fingers along the soft fur, seeing it was very similar to Whiskey's tail with that big, bushy black and brown German Shepherd look. She reaches up and runs her hand through her own hair. "Not... unlike yours. Huh." She glances back and grabs the tailed butt plug, pocketing it too along with the strand of anal beads nearest to her, blushing as she darts out of the room and shuts it behind her feeling like she was about to be walked-in on. She glances at the other two doors at this end of the hall but the sudden need inside herself was begging for attention and exploration could wait.

She trots past Whiskey again, the canine responsibly sitting at the top of the stairs, and gives his head a scratch as she walks by him and down the stairs. "You had breakfast, you had your walk, you've got your... uh, pillows, go keep yourself busy... I have to try these." She mutters, still embarrassed she was talking to a dog, but didn't have time to think about it as she raced downstairs and straight to the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door behind her as she put her borrowed toys in the glass-walled shower stall and stripped out of her robe, taking a mere moment to look at her blushing face in the mirror.

"Oh shut up... desperate times." She grunts at her disapproving mirror-self and steps into the shower. She doesn't bother turning on the water, that wasn't her goal here. She just needed this to be easy to clean up.

The naked girl turns around and looks at her trio of borrowed toys and decides novelty was first. She picks up the anal beads and takes a proper look at them. Seven satin-textured silicone beads attached by short, narrow sections with a decent amount of stiffness to them to make them fairly easy to push. She cupped her left fingers into a small circle and pushed the toy through them to see what it might feel like and already felt a shiver up her spine. The steady bump-bump of the beads running through her fingers tantalized her imagination and the excited girl couldn't wait a moment longer as she wastes no time washing it off with her toy cleaner and sprays it briefly with water before coating it in lube. She sure didn't feel any need to be frugal with her lube. She'd have to ditch it before going home anyway.

Cautiously, she turns herself around and props herself against the tiled wall and sticks her bottom out. Her shoulder pushes into the wall as her left hand holds her ass cheeks open and her right hand carefully works the first, tiny anal bead into her rectum. A soft moan escapes her lip at the first penetration, but this was far from satisfactory for her. She'd spent all last evening and night with that butt plug inside her, this tiny bead was nothing in comparison. But there were six more waiting their turn. She blushes and whimpers softly as she works the next couple beads in with little difficulty but by the fourth and fifth beads, she was feeling some hesitation. A little pang of pain shoots through her as her sphincter spreads around the bead and slips back closed around the narrow connector between each bead. Her toes were curling and her breath was heavy as she pushes the sixth bead up to her rosebud and pants quietly, pressing her forehead to the tile as she brings both of her hands around to twist and tease the bead in. She has to slip her forefinger around and tug her anus open to help herself get the bead inside.

"Come on... sexy little... one more!" She grunts out, feeling oddly full as the rest of the strand snakes its way into her bowels. She whines softly as the last and biggest bead presses up against her sphincter. She spreads her legs a bit more, bends her knees, pushes her bottom out, anything to give her some more stretch and finally rocks her hips forward and jams them back into her hand, forcing the bead into her asshole with a peal of screaming ecstasy and pain.

She staggers back and whines as pain radiates from her anus and her hand desperately darts down to her pussy and starts rubbing furiously. Her ass hits the glass wall of the shower stall and she leans into it, rubbing her cunt and teasing her clitoris in a mindless frenzy as the humiliating, pleasurable, naughty sensation of the beads in her ass had turned her arousal all the way up to eleven. She bends forward, still rubbing, and presses her ass cheeks to the glass wall as her left hand keeps her upright by flattening on the floor of the shower, her ass squishing so hard into the glass her knuckles were knocking against it each time she pulled them out from her slit, splattering the clear glass with more and more of her sticky pussy juice. Orgasmic bliss approaching, she starts bouncing her ass against the glass, causing light claps of noise as she desperately tries to tip herself over the edge.

Except... she couldn't cum.

Delilah grunts and huffs as pleasure peaks in her head but tips right back down. Despite her body tingling, despite the racing of her heart, nothing was tipping her over the edge. Even as she desperately turned and lifted her leg up and pinned her heel to the glass to tighten her folds, this action forcing herself to squeeze everything more to try to steal more pleasure... nothing. Panting, she drops her leg with a wince as the beads buried in her ass get squeezed again and glances over at the rubber canine cock sitting in the stall with her. She reaches for it, picking it up and inspecting the suction cup before she slams it to the wall with a wet thwop and she reaches down to gently tease and flick the head of the toy. It wobbled and swayed from her investigations and only made her blush deepen. Cautiously, Delilah brings herself down to her knees as she was operating on autopilot, on what felt right. If what she "usually" did wasn't going to make her cum... maybe following her instincts would.

Carefully, she scoots up on her knees and presses the tip of the rubber phallus against her cheek as she spreads her knees and sinks lower, propping it up with her forehead as she looks up at the bright red and white rubber doggy dildo. Breathing heavily, Delilah pushed her buttocks out further and reached back around her to grab the bead ring sticking out of her ass and began tugging and pulling on it as she gave a tentative lick at the bottom of the rubber dildo. She felt burning shame in her cheeks as she willingly, intentionally, debased herself and felt amazing for doing it. This weird mix of shame only drove her forward as, with a sharp, teeth-clenching tug, she pulled the anal beads out in a single motion.

"FFfwwuuuuck!!" She screamed as the beads came out with a rapid pop-pop-pop, her asshole unable to clench on the smaller beads behind the biggest one leading the way. And, immediately upon pulling it out, the pain stinging her bottom and pleasure racing up her spine, she pressed her lips over the head of the tapered phallus, sucking the toy down into her mouth as she worked her tongue over the molded veins of the imitation dick.

"Mnf... mm, mmn!" She grunted and moaned as she followed her needs, bobbing her head forward and back along its length. Her lips kissed the imitation knot with each forward dive, the narrow tip tickling her throat and making her simmer in pleasure as her pussy lit on fire again, tingling and throbbing in abject need. She had to get this thing inside her.

She reluctantly pulled her mouth off the toy and stood on shaky legs, quivering as she turned around and stood on tip-toes to line it up with her pussy and froze as her eyes stopped on the neglected tailed butt plug. She knew it was a bad idea... but at the same time... it only made her feel hotter as she imagined... being a dog, being rutted... being that pillow underneath Whiskey. Those frantic thrusts of a dog in heat... just like her.

"B-bitch... in heat." She breathes. And that sealed her fate, though she wouldn't know it yet.

Delilah slipped off the tip of the fake prick and peeled it off the wall, sliding it down a few inches and slapping it back on the glass wall instead. She tip-toed over to the tailed butt plug and picked it up, not thinking straight as she popped it into her mouth and began sucking on the stainless steel toy. She lapped and suckled, covering it in saliva before turning around and working it against her rectum. The last bead of the anal beads had been bigger than this thing... she could handle it!

With a spike of pain as the poorly-lubricated toy worked against her skin, she grit her teeth and twisted it inwards, eyes squeezing shut as she forced it inside. "C'mon... come on come on come ON!" She chanted, forcing the butt plug inside and gasping in relief as it slid into her, her rectum sucking it in and settling it against her tight ring as the tail snuggled it between her ass cheeks.

She turned around a few times, blushing as the bushy tail slid against the back of her thighs. It felt much like the world's most perverted skirt as it swayed back and forth, the pendulum effect causing the plug to twist and tug lightly and endlessly tease her anus.

Sweating from the exertion and still desperate for more, Delilah finally got down on all fours and backed herself up, lining her glistening pussy up with the saliva-slickened cock. As she backs up, she feels the tail getting in the way and she has to twist her torso around to grab the tail, lifting it out of the way and uses her pinky to tilt the tip of the toy up towards her cunt.

And as she looked over her shoulder, through the glass wall of the shower, she saw Whiskey.

The healthy male German Shepherd was sitting in the doorway to the bathroom and was staring right at her. He wasn't even panting, wasn't prancing about, wasn't wagging his tail... just... staring.

And as Delilah's eyes unwillingly dragged themselves down Whiskey's furred torso, she got an undesired view of Whiskey's real canine cock, fully exposed from its sheath, simply watching the human bitch back herself up onto a fake one stuck to the shower's glass wall.

And with a desperate submission to her instinctual desires, Delilah slammed herself backwards, spearing her pussy on the rubber doggy cock with a loud, echoing moan.

"Ohhhhh FUUUUUCK!"