Dirty Dozen- P.L.A.Y.- tales of sexual savagery and Daddy's Girl (Dirty Dozens)

by Aaron Evans

  But no. I was his pet. I didn't get to choose when I came.

  He chuckled. "Oh, good kitty." He looked down on me, smiling. "I hope you are enjoying yourself. You'll spend most of the weekend on your knees. You should get used to it."

  I moaned around his thick cock. I was going to come if I kept on like this. That wasn't what I wanted. I wanted to come on all fours, while he mounted and fucked me.

  "You are a wonderful little kitty."

  All I could do was murmur and whimper as he pushed down my throat. Tears ran from my eyes, making my mascara run in dark trails. My red hair was a tangled mess from where he wrapped his fingers into it and pulled me onto him.

  I didn't care. I loved the way he used me.

  He dug his left hand into my hair, and forced me faster and faster. I gently dragged my nails along his leg and made him gasp.

  "Sweet little kitten." He pulled himself out of my mouth. "Do you like having me in that pretty little mouth?"

  "I do." My voice was raspy. "Patrick, I love it. I'll stay all night on my knees for you."

  He knelt before me, caressing my face. His eyes were inches from mine. His words were a sinister whisper. "Would you like to come for me, honey?"

  My pussy clenched at his words. My fingers spun quicker. "Please, Patrick. Please let me come."

  His smile was like the dawn. "Yes. Show me."

  "Oh, oh, fuck, Patrick..." My hips were writhing, almost of their own accord. I was so close, on the edge.

  "Show me while I fuck your pretty wet mouth." He grabbed my hair, and forced himself back between my lips.

  Oh. Oh fuck.

  He was like a force of nature. I in no way could do anything about how fiercely he took my mouth. I wasn't a person to him in any way; I was his pet. I was here for him to use, abuse, and fuck. I looked up at him, through eyes that were running with mascara and tears, and felt the first bit of molten pleasure in my pussy.

  God. I was going to come.

  "Mmph." He had told me that I could come, but hadn't said I could take his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him as my body began to tremble, as I felt spasms deep in my pussy.

  "MMMM!" I begged him with my eyes, willed him to look down on me

  "Yes, pet. Come. I told you. Come while I fuck your little whore mou-"

  I was exploding, whining, moaning around his thick shaft. My legs and ass were trembling, and I could feel my wetness as I squirted all over the hotel room floor.

  Still, I sucked him. I was mad for him, hungry. Even as my body shook, and the fires of my own pleasure tore through me, I kept my eyes on him.

  This was where I belonged.

  As my orgasm died down, I moaned softly, and stopped rubbing. I knew I could come for him again, if that was what he wanted.

  But he needed to tell me. If he didn't, and I came again-

  Well, there were worse punishments than the pet carrier.

  "Fuck, Kitty. I love using your pretty mouth." He looked down on me. I could tell, just from the look in his eye, that he was going to come soon.

  He didn't say anything else for several long moments. The only sound in the room was of my wet sucking as he slammed himself into my mouth, over and over. It was hard not to gag, but we had worked for months so I could take all of him.

  Now, it was a matter of pride.

  "I'm going to let those puppy-girls tongue you all over tomorrow, pet." His eyes drifted shut as he spoke. "I'm- FUCK!" He gasped as I caressed his balls with my hand. "I'm going to make you service them with your mouth. I hope they have a strap on cock so I can watch them fuck you."

  I whimpered, but said nothing. He was close- I could tell.

  Master Patrick always talks when he's close.

  Then, he had both hands on my head. He was forcing himself into my throat. I fought to breathe, but I know I only get air when he gives it to me. I did my best to keep my tongue working him, as he's taught me to do. My finger was still slick from my pussy. As I pleasured him, I reached around him. Keeping my eyes on his, I pushed it inside his tight hole. I twitched the end once it was inside him, just as he'd taught me.

  Master Patrick screamed.

  "OH! FUCK YES! YOU LITTLE CUNT!"

  His cock felt huge in my mouth. Never was he harder than when I played with his prostate. I'll admit, it's my favorite kind of play, Making him scream so loudly is one of my greatest pleasures- the one moment I am in control.

  "YES! YES, YES, YES!!" He was filling my mouth with his come. It was salty and hot, and I thought it would never stop. Every time his moaning would quiet, or his twitching would slow, I would move that finger, like I was making a "come here" motion. Inevitably, he would tighten his hands in my hair again and I would get another taste of his salty-sweet seed.

  I loved it. I gulped him down. It was ambrosia, heaven's own nectar.

  Some of his come was dribbling down my chin. He was looking at me, and I very specifically wiped it off with my finger, and then sucked it clean.

  His come belonged inside me. That was a rule. It was the only part of him I owned; but I had to keep it in my body- even if it was currently on someone else.

  Or dribbling out of them.

  "Maybe I was wrong." He sat backward onto the bed, a languishing smile on his face. "Maybe you are a very, very good kitty after all."

  I went down on all fours and rubbed myself on his legs, purring in the way he likes.

  "Why don't you go shower up, Kitty. You can remove your plug, and put on whatever skins you want. Then, we can go downstairs, and you can properly look around." He scratched my head. "Would you like that, sweet thing?"

  I mewled for him, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes.

  Yes.

  I said it with every fiber of my being. I willed him to hear it.

  Yes to going downstairs. Yes to you letting the puppies fuck me. Yes to everything you want, for the rest of your life.

  Forever and ever,

  Yes.

  Outside our room, P.L.A.Y. awaited us.

  ***

  Disciplined

  Once we were back in his room, Master Damon was pleased.

  "You were two very good dogs out there this evening.” He scratched my head, and I looked up at him, panting with my tongue just barely out. Cassie nudged in and he laughed, scratching her head as well.

  "Awfully eager though. I'm sorry we didn't find anyone to play with tonight, girls. Most people will just be settling in with their pets tonight. Tomorrow is when it really will start." He walked across our hotel room and lay his jacket across the back of a chair. "We'll probably stay in for the rest of the evening. P.L.A.Y. always picks up strong on Saturday; you girls know that."

  It was true. This was the third year we had come to the convention for "pets" and their "owners" and Saturday was when things really got started. Yes, there were people out and about tonight, but mostly they had been doing exactly what we had been doing- making connections for play-dates over the weekend. We were always very lucky in that regard.

  Master Damon had trained us well and we were fun to play with. As a large, well muscled black man, he always drew lots of attention. At a place like this, with two half-naked white girls, dressed as his dogs, he could really draw the eye.

  When he sat down on the edge of the bed, I crawled over to him, eager for some attention. Casually, almost absentmindedly, he scratched my head.

  "You, little one, need a bath."

  I whimpered at the words- both because I loved it when Master Damon bathed me and because, as a dog, I was supposed to be upset at the idea of a bath. Still, he took very good care of us, no matter how we fought him. Cassie got a bath every morning, and I got one in the evening.

  "If I go start a bath will you come with me?"

  I whimpered and backed into the corner, hunched over.

  He laughed. "Fine. I'll go start your bath, and then I'll be back."

  Master Damon stepped from the room, and Cassie jumped up onto the bed. Her blue eyes s
parkled with mischief as she curled up on the hotel comforter.

  Master Damon hadn't said she could get on the bed.

  As for me, I went to the far corner, and hunched down. Even though I personally enjoyed the attention that Master Damon gave me in the bath, the dog who lived in my heart did not. The noise of the bath frightened her, and she hated the smell of all the human soaps and shampoos. More than anything, she loved her own scent- and the scent that Master Damon left on her when he was using her.

  After a few moments, he came out of the bathroom, with my leash in hand. When he saw Cassie, he gave her a foul look. "You know I didn't give you permission to be on the bed, little bitch."

  She whimpered, but gave me the briefest grin. This was how she was getting some of his attention while he was playing with me.

  "On the floor, Cassie. NOW."

  She whimpered, giving him her big puppy dog eyes. Slowly, she crawled off of the bed, and slunk over to the corner.

  "I didn't say you could go to the corner, girl. You get over here."

  Her eyes flashed with just a touch of fear. Cassie often played this game with me- acting up when it was my turn to get some attention. Usually, however, Master Damon simply chided her and made her go to her corner.

  Cowering, she crawled over to him, keeping her bright blue eyes on him. He showed no sign of remorse.

  "Put that pretty tail in the air, Cassie." He doubled over my leash in his hands.

  She whimpered, almost unbelievingly. Master Damon rarely beat us, and never for something as slight as jumping on the bed. Trembling, she kneeled before him, her pretty ass held high. She kept her eyes on him as she licked his shoe, whimpering.

  "Girls, we don't have time for misbehaving while we are at P.L.A.Y." He let the leather leash dangle, tracing it across Cassie's ass.

  She gasped as he flicked it, so it tapped against her pussy lips. It was a light tap, but definitely threatening. Whimpering, she looked up at him, and tried to lick his hand.

  I hate how wet I get watching him discipline her. Still, it was arousing. I loved watching Master Damon stand over her, powerful and strong. He easily could make either one of us do anything he wished, and there was no way we could stop him.

  Not that we wanted to.

  "Cassie, we are going to play with people we don't know this weekend. I can't have you showing off." He tapped her pussy lips again, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to show that he meant business. "I will spank your pussy and then leave you in the crate all weekend. I'll put papers in there you can use when you need to relieve yourself."

  Another tap, slightly harder. She yelped, though I doubted it was hard enough to leave a mark. She had tears in her eyes, but I was certain they were more from fear than pain.

  "Now, go to the corner so I can bathe Bella." He pointed at the large dog bed in the corner. "If I catch you on the bed again, without permission, or if you act in anyway different than a well-trained bitch, I will spank that pussy and crate you."

  Cassie slunk to her bed, whimpering and looking back at him as she did so. He waited, just a moment, and then walked over to her. He leaned over her and whispered something in her ear.

  I tried, but I couldn't hear a word of what he said.

  Then he turned and bent towards me. "Come here, Bella. Let me get your leash on, and I'll give you a bath."

  After witnessing Cassie's discipline, I didn't want to upset him. Still, however, he knew that my inner dog didn't like baths. So I went to him, but I was cowering and whimpering.

  He laughed, and put my leash on. "Come on, little Bella. It's never as bad as all that." He pulled on the leash. I went, but was unhappy about it.

  The last I saw of Cassie, she was curled up on her bed.

  ***

  Even though I am a petite 120 pound woman, my dog is not some little yip-dog. She is as big as I am, and therefore is a pretty good size for a bitch. Still, my Master led me easily by the collar, and I knew that if he so chose, he could drag me, no problem.

  The bathroom was filed with steam, and the scent of human soaps. I wrinkled my nose and blew through it, clearing my nostrils of the scent.

  "Come now, Bella." He shut the door. "Be a good girl. Let me get you out of your fur."

  He crouched next to me, and I licked his hand as he did so. Tenderly, he took my ears and set them high on the vanity. He had learned through experience that it was best to place my furs high up; I tended to splash a lot in the tub.

  In a matter of moments he had all of my furs and my tail, and had placed them as far away from the tub as possible. I shivered. It was a little chilly in the room.

  More than that however, I hated being without my furs.

  "It's time to get you in the tub, sweet puppy." He had taken my collar as well, of course, so I wasn't leashed. I cowered by the door, not willing to go forward.

  He picked up a hairbrush. "Do I need to encourage you to be good, little puppy?"

  I whimpered. I hated being spanked with anything, but the hairbrush was the worst. I crawled over to him, whimpering.

  "That's a good girl. Let's get you in."

  Then, simple as that, he lifted me into the tub.

  This was one of the things that Cassie and I both found so erotic about Master Damon. He was strong enough to literally pick us up and carry us around. It was easy to slip into the mindset of a submissive little bitch when you are with someone so much stronger than you are.

  I struggled a little, of course, and splashed a bit when he got me into the tub. Almost immediately, I tried to get out.

  "Bella!" his voice was like iron chain in my heart. I stopped where I was, and stood still.

  He smiled. "Good girl." He dipped a cup into the water, filling it. Then, he stroked my head. "Be ready, little puppy."

  My heart melted when he smiled. I whined a little, but let him scratch me.

  Then, he dumped the water over my head.

  I yelped, jumping. He had been expecting it, however, and closed one large hand over my neck.

  "Shhh. Be a good girl."

  I wasn't through whimpering before he did it again. Master Damon knew it was best to wash my hair as quickly as possible. Before I could try and get out again, he was pouring soap in my hair and scrubbing me.

  Oh, I loved that.

  He was tender and fierce all at the same time. His fingernails bit into my scalp, making certain I was clean, in the oddest combination of massage and a good scratch that one might imagine. He scrubbed and scrubbed, knowing that I liked having my hair done. He let me enjoy it for several minutes, and then poured more water over me.

  Again, I yelped. Again, he calmed me down, stroking my neck, back, and flanks.

  The entire process was repeated as he conditioned my hair. This was the part where even my inner dog enjoyed the attention. It was warm in the bath, and Master Damon was taking care of me. This man, who could be so fierce, so strong, tended to my body as if I were a precious flower, a thing that he must be gentle with.

  It was the most elemental kind of love, the most pure feeling of belonging.

  I was his puppy. His.

  After a few moments, he rinsed my hair again, caressing and scrubbing me until I was clean. Then, he reached for his loofa sponge, and ran citrus-smelling soap over it.

  "Still, little puppy." He began to scrub my back, making certain that my long, dark hair was out of his way. He went around my sides, and I lurched a little as he tickled me. He chuckled, stroking my back and ass as he did.

  I whimpered as his wet, soapy hand stroked my flanks. He ran his wet hand down over my ass cheeks, and explored my cleft. I whimpered, opening my legs and arching my ass toward him.

  Fuck. He sent tremors through my entire body. His fingers played at the edge of my pussy, and I bit my lip, whimpering some more.

  "You're being very good, little Bella. I'll take care of you soon, but we have to get you clean. I need to see if I needed to groom you."

  I whined for him, giving him my
best wide-eyed look. I knew he was taking his time, but I also knew he had groomed me just yesterday. No, my Master was simply playing with my pussy, knowing how easily I got wet for him. He obviously wanted me to be in heat for him, wanted me to be hungry for him to mount me.

  That wasn't difficult. As his fingers played around the edge of my bud, my hips writhed for him. More than anything, I wanted him to drag me from the bath and mount me, taking me for the good little bitch I was.

  But no.

  Chuckling, he left my pussy alone, and again began to scrub me with the loofa. He got all along my sides, my legs, and even my feet. It tickled to have him loofa my feet, but he was stern. Even as I squirmed and whined, he cleaned me, making certain I would be presentable for play the next day.

  "We're almost done, good dog." He smiled at me as he reached beneath me and washed my stomach. Slowly, teasingly, he soaped upwards, towards my breasts.

  My eyes drifted shut and I moaned. I love it when Master Damon plays with my breasts. He doesn't go straight for my niples as most men do. He is masterful, massaging and kneading me, just as I like. Now, he dropped all pretense of washing me and played with my breasts. He leaned his face next to mine, so close I could smell him; he smelled like cinnamon and spice.

  "Do you like it when I take care of you, little bitch?" Now that I was aroused, he brushed one of my nipples. I moaned again, my eyes rolling back in my head.

  He chuckled again. I leaned forward and licked his cheek in supplication- a move that I knew he loved. As I did, he grasped my other nipple, and gently pinched it.

  I looked at him, biting my lip and begging with my eyes.

  "I think you do like it." He traced his hand backwards along my spine, and then dipped down the cleft of my ass. As I whimpered, he teased the edge of my pussy with his fingers.

  Moaning like his bitch in heat, I arched my ass upwards, eagerly trying to push myself onto his fingers.

  "Not now, little pet." He caressed my clit, his voice a low baritone. "I get to decide what happens to you- you know that. This pussy belongs to me. I will fuck you when you deserve it. You have to be a very good girl, you know that."