Kennel Time

by Cherry Lee

  “Bruno,” the dominatrix called. “Release.”

  Brian nearly rolled his eyes at the obviousness of the name and breed. Surely the woman could’ve been a little more creative. But he had to admit it was pretty hot to see the large man-dog with his eerie molded face dominating the nude bitch sprawled beneath him. Brian grasped his erection and shifted it to a more comfortable position and noticed he wasn’t the only man to do so.

  The show went on with several of the bitches getting sexual in their play. The buoyant redhead, Trixie soon had a blonde named Alison on her back so she could eat her out. Watching the pretty animal with her face burrowed between the other’s legs and listening to the wet smacking sounds served to make Brian even harder. But he wanted to see Sabrina participate in the play, too. He was about to call her over and give her an order when one of the trainers summoned her.

  Sabrina slowly crawled to the balding man with his cock in hand. He leaned forward and patted her head. “Be a good girl, suck me off.”

  Brian caught his breath, blood roaring through his veins and throbbing in his cock as he watched his bitch take the man’s pale cock delicately between her paws and into her mouth. She glanced at Brian as she did so, seeking his approval.

  He nodded at her. “Go ahead. Do it.” The sight of her sucking off a stranger at his command was unbearably exciting. Brian at last released his own cock from his jeans and began to rub it as he watched Sabrina service the man.

  It didn’t take the poor bastard long. How could it under the erotic circumstances and with a beautiful woman giving him head? The bald guy grasped Sabrina’s head and pumped into her mouth, threw back his head and groaned as he came. Sabrina gagged a little as she swallowed and that was arousing, too.

  All testing results had been exchanged prior to the party so there was no worry about condoms as the sexual couplings accelerated. Brian received the attentions of the vibrant Trixie, who seemed intent on giving pleasure to everyone in the room, but he watched Sabrina crawl away from the master she’d serviced and huddle beside a chair. A group scene could be a lot to handle for someone not used to it and he hoped she was all right. He’d check on her in a moment, but right now he had a lapful of Trixie, her paws on his thighs and her head bobbing on his cock. He stopped thinking about Sabrina and surrendered to the pleasure of the bitch’s skillful mouth.

  Like the bald guy, it didn’t take Brian long to come. He was halfway there already simply from the sexual tension in the air and the erotic sights surrounding him. Trixie whined as she sucked and looked up at him with big brown eyes. Whatever was human in her was transmuted into something primitive at this moment. He couldn’t see a trace of any thought except the simple desire to please. She nuzzled lower, licking his balls, rubbing her face against him, and then returned to sucking his cock. The tension grew inside him and exploded through him. Trixie released his cock at the last second so he spurted on her face, white streamers clinging to her eyelashes and rolling down her cheek.

  Lisa, who was still sitting beside Brian, leaned forward and patted the pup. “Good girl. You’ll get a treat tonight for being so good today. Maybe sleep in our bed instead of the kennel.”

  Trixie panted and pushed her head into Lisa’s caressing hand.

  “You’ve got to see the kennel,” the woman said to Brian. “We keep her with our canines--just another one of the dogs. It’s a thrill to see her interact with them.”

  “I’d like to see that,” Brian admitted. He glanced at Sabrina and was happy to see her being tended by the blonde bitch, Alison. Sabrina lay on her side while Alison suckled her breasts like a pup on the teat. A fresh wave of arousal stabbed through him. Sabrina didn’t look unhappy. In fact her eyes were closed in bliss as the blond alternated from one breast to the other and used a “paw” to rub between Sabrina’s legs at the same time.

  Dan called for attention and asked anyone who was interested to bring their dogs out in the backyard for a bathroom break. Most of the handlers rose and attached leashes to their pets’ collars to lead them outside.

  Alison abandoned Sabrina halfway to orgasm to scamper back to her owner as he called her. Poor Sabrina blinked and opened her eyes. She whimpered in disappointment. Brian called her to him and leaned close to whisper to her as he snapped the leash on her collar. “Don’t worry. You won’t leave her today without coming. Just try to relax and enjoy the scene.”

  Outdoors, the less self conscious bitches squatted and pissed on command. Sabrina watched with a mingled expression of interest and aversion. Brian led her behind a bush to do her business. They emerged after a few moments to find the Blacks showing off their dogs. Lisa and Dan owned two actual canines, a chocolate Lab and a Golden Retriever, as well as their pet, Trixie. The couple let the canines out of their fenced enclosure to investigate the mock dogs who had invaded their backyard.

  Sabrina crowded close to Brian as the animals sniffed the grass at all the piss spots and then nosed at the puppygirls and boy. “This is getting weird,” Sabrina muttered. “I don’t like it. I’m not into bestiality.”

  He crouched beside her and scratched her behind the ears. “Don’t worry. Nothing like that’s going to happen.”

  Trixie bounded around, playing with the big canines, barking at them and racing them to fetch a ball that Dave threw. She rubbed against the Retriever and the big dog started to mount her.

  Brian tugged on Sabrina’s leash. “We’ll go inside for a while.”

  They weren’t the only ones who weren’t into the new development. Several other dogs and their trainers followed them into the house, while others stayed behind.

  Bruno’s mistress was in the living room watching the others through the window. Her pet’s mask was eerily realistic as he turned their way. Brian knew Bruno was nearly blind encased in the hood, with just enough vision to navigate. His owner stooped to whisper something to him and the brawny dog-man padded toward Brian and Sabrina.

  He bent his head to smell Sabrina. Maybe he could through the mask, Brian wasn’t sure. The alpha male stood with his head over her neck in a dominant position and growled deep in his chest.

  “He’s attracted to your bitch,” the dominatrix said. “Let him breed with her.”

  Brian looked at Sabrina. He wasn’t sure she was into it. The developing situation outside coupled with all the new experiences today seemed to have made her uncertain and uncomfortable. Perhaps she’d had enough. But damn, it would be so hot to see her mounted by this masked stranger.

  Sabrina looked up at him and Brian nodded. “Let him fuck you.”

  Her will was so bound to his it was as if she couldn’t refuse. She bowed her head in compliance.

  Bruno was already massively hard. His thick erection jutted from him like the prow of a ship. Like a true dog, he quickly moved to climb onto her back, his big body covering hers and weighing it down. Sabrina’s tail was crushed between them as he pushed his engorged cock into her.

  She whimpered and Bruno grunted as he rammed the length of his shaft deep inside. Christ, Brian could practically feel the sensation himself, the wet heat enveloping him. He was so turned on by the image of the big masked dog fucking the vulnerable puppygirl that he felt he might come merely from watching. He longed for his camera, capturing these images to share with Sabrina later. He hadn’t yet shown her any of the art he’d created from their sessions together. He was preparing it all for a private show for the two of them to view.

  Bruno grunted and drove Sabrina forward from the power of his thrusts. She struggled to maintain her balance on hands and knees and cried out as he continued to ram into her. Brian’s lust-fogged senses cleared as he realized it sounded like she might not be enjoying this.

  “Hey, boy, that’s enough.” He kicked Bruno’s leather clad hip to get his attention. “Get off her.”

  But Bruno was completely in the head space of his dog persona. His prime imperative was to fuck the female and he continued doing it, his groin slapping against her ass.


  Sabrina sobbed again. Tears welled from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks.

  “She doesn’t like it. Stop now,” Brian demanded.

  “Let him go. He’s nearly finished,” the dog’s owner said. “Besides, you can tell she likes it rough.”

  Sabrina hadn’t used her safe word so maybe it was true, and then, before Brian could say or do anything else, Bruno thrust once more and froze. He came with a long, low groan before pulling out of Sabrina, leaving cum trickling down her inner thighs.

  Bruno and his owner walked away. The rest of the party, some of whom had been watching this coupling with avid interest, also turned away.

  Brian knelt beside Sabrina and plucked out the dog tail that was deeply embedded in her ass. He pushed the hair back from her face. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

  She shook her head and looked up at him. “Can we leave now?”

  “Sure.”

  He’d guessed she was overwhelmed, but had allowed the scene to play out. His fault. He was the master. He was supposed to be looking out for her welfare, reading the signs and easing her transition from woman to animal and back again.

  Brian helped Sabrina to her feet and held her close for a few minutes. She was trembling. “Come on.” He put an arm around her and guided her to the front hall where he held her coat while she slipped her arms into it.

  Brian didn’t bother bidding any of the other guests goodbye. He’d call the Blacks later and thank them for hosting, but right now he wanted to get Sabrina home.

  In the car, he turned on the heater even though the day wasn’t chilly enough to keep nude people from gamboling around outdoors like dogs. He was worried about Sabrina. He’d become so used to her taking everything in stride, he hadn’t expected her to melt down from this experience.

  Brian reached over and patted her leg. “Are you all right? I would have stopped things earlier if I’d known it would upset you so much.”

  “I’m fine,” she said. “Really. Don’t worry about me.”

  “Sometimes for newbies it’s a lot to take in all at once.”

  “Yeah, that’s it.” She turned to look out the window. “I’m really all right.”

  But Brian wasn’t at all sure she was telling the truth. When he got her home, he wanted to bathe her and put her to sleep in his bed for a change, but Sabrina insisted on going home.

  “I just want to be alone for a while.”

  “I’ll call you,” he promised.

  She didn’t answer as the door closed behind her.

  Chapter Six

  Over the next days, Sabrina had trouble focusing at work. She’d thought it was difficult to concentrate when she’d been obeying Brian’s sexual demands at the office, but this loss of attention was much worse. Memories of the dog play party flashed through her mind at the most inopportune times as she tried to deal with clients and her heavy caseload. Arousal and disgust warred within her. She’d been undeniably turned on by much of what had taken place, but some aspects had disturbed her.

  Playing with Brian had been one thing—she’d never felt truly debased no matter what names he called her or what actions he made her perform. But the hungry gazes and lewd demands of the other masters and the submissive behavior of their pets had made Sabrina take a look at her own behavior with fresh eyes. Did she look like that—so foolish and eager and degraded? What was she thinking of with this dog play? It had to be unhealthy to let oneself be demeaned that way.

  When Brian called her on Monday at the office and she saw his name on caller ID, she didn’t answer. She wasn’t ready to talk to him. Besides, a client sat across the desk from her pouring out his financial woes. It was her duty to listen and then find an angle to save his company from ruin.

  Her would-be boyfriend—was that even what he was to her?—called again later that afternoon, and again in the evening. Both times she ignored his call.

  On Tuesday, Brian didn’t call her at all. She jumped every time her phone rang and her heart fell every time she saw it wasn’t him. And the flashbacks to the party continued.

  She felt again the sense of powerlessness as she gave in to whatever anyone wanted her to do. A close up image of the bald man’s cock, his taste, his smell, the wiry spring of his pubic hair. The delicious feeling of a woman’s mouth tugging on her nipples, lapping at her pussy until she nearly came. Her nervousness as the Blacks’ real dogs frolicked among the party guests and her undeniable guilty arousal at the sight of one of the dogs trying to hump Trixie. Most of all the feeling of Bruno pounding into her, his breath hot against her neck, his body too heavy for her arms and legs to support. She hadn’t been in the mood for it. She’d wanted to refuse when Brian asked—no, told her to let Bruno fuck her, but she hadn’t called out her safe word. She’d needed Brian to see how she felt and put a stop to it.

  It wasn’t his fault he’d failed to read her mind, but it didn’t matter. She still felt the way she felt, and she continued to refuse his calls on Wednesday.

  The office was nearly empty late Wednesday evening when Sabrina emerged from her office. All the drones had gone home. She went to the law library to look up something since her assistant had already left.

  Craig Johnson sat at the table, facing his laptop. Sabrina entered the room behind him and caught a glimpse of the images on the screen. Women in cages. Women with muzzles covering their mouths, dog ears on their heads, tails sprouting from their asses, rubber muzzles covering their mouths. Women with choke chains binding their necks as they sat on their hind legs and begged. Collared women led on leashes by their masters.

  Sabrina’s stomach lurched. With one glance she could tell the photos were taken by amateurs. The site had none of the slick, glossiness of professional porn. Immediately she thought of all the photos she’d allowed Brian to take of her. Good God, what had she been thinking? She’d taken his word that he wouldn’t post anything on line, but she scarcely knew him.

  Sabrina froze in the doorway, watching a video clip play on Craig’s screen. The image was of a puppygirl in her kennel whining to be let out. Her master smacked the top of the cage and ordered her to settle down and shut up.

  Shame, guilt and anger warred within Sabrina as she backed out of the room and hurried away. That was her on that screen. Not literally, but in every other way. These were the games she’d played; this was the creature she’d allowed herself to be turned into. Brian’s pet, his little bitch, the cunt who would do whatever he requested. Shit, it would be shocking if he didn’t post her pictures online to degrade her further.

  She drove home from work, preparing in her mind what she would say to him. For tonight, she would call him, tell him she’d changed her mind about their perverted play and demand he give her every photo, every negative of her image he’d ever taken.

  When Sabrina turned onto her street, Brian’s jeep was parked in front of her building and he waited for her on the front steps. She pulled into the carport and parked, her stomach churning and her mind whirling. She composed herself as she would before a court appearance, slowing her breathing and schooling her face to neutrality.

  “What’s up?” he said when she approached him.

  She debated inviting him inside. She didn’t want to have this out in public where anyone passing by could see and hear them. On the other hand, she didn’t want him in her place. Better to keep it brief. Everyone at work thought of her as a cold, calculating, hard-nosed bitch. It was time to live up to their expectations.

  “I don’t want to see you any more. I’ll admit it was exciting, but the scene was too much for me.” She looked over his left shoulder as she spoke. If she gazed into his eyes she’d be lost. All it would take for her to cave completely would be one word spoken in his low, commanding voice—stay, sit, beg, obey.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t step in sooner with that Bruno.” He rose from the stoop and walked toward her. “I didn’t know you would get so upset. We don’t have to do the group thing again if you don’t like it.”<
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  “It’s not just that. I was losing all sense of proportion and self respect. These games were distracting me from my work.” She paused and swallowed. “I’m going to have to ask you for the photographs you took. I don’t want to have to worry about them turning up somewhere.”

  He stopped walking. “I said you didn’t have to worry. The photos were only for you and me to see.”

  “Then giving them back to me shouldn’t be a problem.”

  “Do you think I’d blackmail you with them or something? Or just ruin you for revenge? Jesus, Sabrina, I hope you’d know me a little better than that.”

  She looked at him at last. “I don’t know you at all. We’ve hardly talked. This entire relationship has been bizarre and I want out.”

  He stared back at her and for the first time ever she saw something besides lust or arrogance in his eyes. He was wounded by her words. Brian threw up his hand and Sabrina flinched, certain for a moment that he was going to hit her. “Fine. Whatever. I’m surprised you’d trust me enough to believe I’d give you everything. Who knows what an asshole like me is capable of, right?”

  Stepping even closer, he glared down into her eyes. “I’ll send you the pictures, the negatives and the electronic files, and you can destroy them all. I see now that you never understood what we were about or what I offered you.”

  “Humiliation and degradation. That’s what you offered me,” she snapped. “That game is over now.”

  “Freedom. Release. Rapture.” Each word dropped from his mouth like a heavy stone. “You’ll miss me much more than you expect.”

  With that, he turned and strode way, that cocky saunter she’d come to know and detest and love.

  He climbed into his jeep and drove off, leaving her standing on the curb like a stray pup left behind. She’d told him to go so why did she feel so abandoned?

  * * * *

  Days dragged by, each one exactly the same as the last no matter what the task she happened to perform might be. All the legal wrangling, the endless meetings and discussions with partners and clients, flowed together into one long, pointless stream. Sabrina had never been bored by her job before, not even when Brian had distracted her from it with his lewd commands she was supposed to perform at work. Especially not then.