She trailed her fingers along my spine. Except for the harness that kept me securely locked in what she called “the stocks,” I was naked. She’d removed my mitts and kneepads, even my collar. My ears flattened against my head and I let out a low whimper. I wasn’t allowed to speak yet. The sore bruises on my ass reminded me of that. “Oh, Puppy, what’s wrong? Afraid of me?” I could hear the grin in her voice. She enjoyed hurting me, I was quite sure of that.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she stepped in front of my face. “Whyever would you be scared of me?” She crouched and whispered into my ear. I shut my eyes tight, ready for the sting of pain I was sure was coming. But it didn’t. Instead she ran her hand down my neck and over my chest, weighing my breasts one at a time. “Look at me, Puppy.” She breathed. I forced myself to open my eyes and lifted my chin to look into her face. To be honest, she was beautiful. She was only a few years older than

me, with soft skin and a toned body. With her free hand, she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Good girl.”

After all the pain she’d been inflicting on me, “good girl” sent a shiver through my body. It sounded so…nice. I stared hard into her green eyes, trying to figure out what she was going to do next. She brought both hands down onto my chest, rubbing my nipples gently. I moaned quietly, bucking slightly in the restraints. I didn’t want to get turned on, but it was too late for that. I could feel

myself getting damp already. “Puppy likes that, doesn’t she?” She smiled, then stood up and straddled me. She ran her hands down my neck, across my chest, down my belly, then paused. I trembled, knowing where her

hands were going next. “Don’t be scared, girl.” I whined anyway.

Her hands began moving again. “Puppy is so nice and smooth.” She began to massage my clit, slowly at first, then quicker and more intense. I

whined and tried to pull my hips forward, away from her fingers. She just kept going. Finally, I stopped trying to move away. It felt too good. She dipped a finger

inside and laughed slightly as I grunted. Now I wanted it. I needed it. I was close now, sweat beading on my forehead and my muscles tensing.

Then she just stopped. I let out a questioning whine and bit my lip. I had only needed a few seconds more… She stepped out of her straddled position. I heard a zipper, then the soft ‘flump’ of clothes

hitting the floor.

Her bare feet made hardly any noise on the wood. I could see her bare legs in front of

me now. She unclipped the front half of my body from the stocks, then yanked me by the hair into a kneeling position. I yelped in surprise and looked up into her face. She thrust my head down and into her pelvis.

“Lick, Puppy. Be a good girl.”

Tentatively, I passed my tongue over her lips: a long slow lick from bottom to top. I’d never done this before and had only been on the receiving end once or twice. My boyfriend expected head but never gave it. An ass, I know, but none of that mattered right now. She shuddered and raked her fingernails up my back, pushing her hips forward. I felt a thrill run through me. She was enjoying it.

What distressed me was the realization that I was starting to drool. My chin was dripping wet, although only part of that was me. Ana’s body was reacting rather well to my novice attempts, I thought. A few minutes later, my tongue was starting to ache. I guess she could tell that my efforts were getting less enthusiastic, but she didn’t punish me like I thought she would.

Her knees buckled slightly as she pulled my hair back, forcing me to look up at her. “I don’t think you can make me come today, Puppy. But practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?” She smiled and gripped my chin with her free hand. “You’re a drooly one, aren’t you?” I felt a hot blush sneak across my face.

“Aw, but you can’t help it. You’re just a little bitch.” She let go of my hair and squeezed my cheek patronizingly, then pushed me to the floor. “But I guess Puppy deserves a little reward for trying so hard to please me.”

She redressed, then completely pulled me out of the stocks harness. “Sit.” She commanded. I wasn’t exactly keen on being defiant right now, so I sat (a little gingerly because of the new bruises) at her feet. She grinned and ruffled my hair, which felt really awesome, actually. I leaned into her hand, asking for more. She giggled and complied, scratching a tender part behind my new ears.

“Harper!” She called abruptly, startling me slightly. He entered the room. Obviously, he’d been waiting just outside. “Puppy’s been such a good girl, I want you to help me with her reward.”

Immediately, I was nervous. What was she planning? It didn’t take her long to get to the point. “Kitty’s tongue is considerably more talented than yours.” She looked down at me. He blushed a bright red, his ears laying back. The ruddy color stood out against his short dark hair. It took me a moment to realize what she meant.

“Harper is going to be nice and let Puppy come. And Puppy is going to enjoy it, won’t she?” She looked at me sharply. I nodded quickly, biting my lip. “Now lie back, Puppy.” Ana put her hand on my chest, guiding me down to the floor. The wood was cool on my back. Automatically, my arms bent so that my paws were over my chest. Just like the pictures I’d seen of biodogs. Ana was looking down at me and smirking; Harper just looked unsettled. As usual.

He got down on his hands and knees –his paws– and nuzzled his nose on my thighs. I tensed, whimpering slightly.

“No, no, Puppy. Harper is giving you a present. You better take it.” Ana nudged my  ribs with her foot. I forced myself to relax.

Oh God. Harper did have a talented tongue.

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