Willing Sacrifice

We had an appointment, midnight in the garden. But it's nearly 12.30 and she hasn't shown. We've chatted on Facebook until I thought I knew her, yet she's blown me off the bitch. Got me all turned on, then left me here out in the cold.

I get up, ready to leave. But freeze and close my eyes. I can feel her. How can that be? I look around. There is nobody there. But I know she is. It's almost as if she is inside me.

“On your knees.” I feel her breath ruffle my hair, sending heat shooting down my spine straight to my clit.

I lower myself to my knees on the dew-damp grass. My nostrils are filled with the lawn's perfume I had never realised that grass could smell so good. It makes me want to bury my face in its wet leaves. But before the urge becomes overwhelming...

“Don't turn your head, or look at me. Do you understand me?” I nod my head, struck dumb by her presence. She grabs my hair. “I didn't hear you. Do you understand me.” This time I find my voice. “Yes mistress.”

She still holds my hair, her grip on the verge of being painful. I am so glad that she is there, touching me. “Do you want to please me?” Her breath on my neck again, sending shivers through my body and raising goosebumps down my back. “Yes mistress.”

She releases my hair and I hear her open a zip pocket. The next moment, she slips a collar around my neck. The coolness of the leather burning my flesh like dry ice. Then she attaches a lead and gives it a playful tug.

“When I was young, I had a puppy. I loved that puppy more than life itself. But my father was a useless drunk and one day he came home from the pub to find that my puppy had peed in his slipper. He went crazy and kicked my poor little puppy to death. Then he laughed as I screamed at him through my tears that I would kill him. He was laughing on the other side of his face the next time he fell into a drunken sleep in his armchair though. I went into the kitchen, got mummy's biggest knife and slit the no-good bastards throat.

I stood by him, blood dripping onto the carpet from the knife's blade, as I watched the life leave him. At first, it was in a gush, then a trickle, then a dribble. The blood began to congeal on my fingers, gluing the knife to my hand but I still stood there, until his eyes finally glazed over and I knew he was gone.

Now, you are going to be my puppy. My puppy did everything it could to please me. It loved me without me having to do anything in return. Completely unconditional love. Do you understand what I want from you?”

“Yes mistress.” How could I not? There was an almost telepathic link between us. She wanted me to know what she expected me to do, without her even having to say anything. To be her obedient, loving puppy. And I would do my utmost to please her.

I placed my hands on the wet grass, waiting there expectantly on my hands and knees to fulfil my mistress's every desire. She pats my shoulder and begins slowly walking forward. I keep in front of her, sensing directions from the subtle changes of pressure on my lead. I know this is a test, I can feel her eyes boring into me, watching my every move, reading my mind, searching my very soul.

I so badly want to look up, to see her face. Even if it is only for a brief second. But I know that it would displease her. It is not simply that I fear making her angry, I truly want to please her. To make my mistress happy.

“I know you want to see me but you have to earn that right.” Can she really read my mind? I hear her chuckle behind me, as if in answer to my mental question. I am paying so much attention to my mistress that I don't see a man approaching us until a voice says “Good evening ladies. It's a lovely night for a walk isn't it.” I start to turn my head away from him, to hide my shame but a tug on the lead tells me to keep looking straight forward. “Good evening to you sir. It is indeed a beautiful evening.” My mistress replies. And with that, the man is lost behind us.

We keep to the grass, my mistress conscious of not wanting to hurt my knees by making me follow her on the gravel path. Fortunately, we don't meet another soul and we reach the end of the memorial gardens without any further incident.

“Bear with me my pet, it is only a little further.” Tentatively, I cross the path, the gravel is sharp but doesn't pierce my skin and I know my mistress is pleased that I don't complain. Back on soft grass once more, we continue until we reach a large mausoleum. A large, cast-iron gate is standing open before us. Leaving a black hole like the eye socket in a corpse.

I hesitate, fear of the dark preventing me from entering. But a flick of the lead and an encouraging “It's OK puppy.” eases my nerves and I walk through the portal to stand on a cold stone floor.

The lead falls across my back and I hear the gate creak, then the latch click into place. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, like the hackles of a dog, then she takes hold of the lead once more and urges me on by giving it a flick.

As before, I rely on changes in the tension on the lead to know where to go. My mistress never has to speak to me, never has to correct me. Even though I can't see where we are going, I trust her completely. I instinctively know that she will keep me safe from harm.

A gentle tug of the lead stops me. The lead falls across my back again, then a door opens. There is the strangest smell, mould mixed with spices. Then a match flares and my mistress lights a candle. I have to close my eyes to avoid the bright light until my eyes adjust. But before I can open them once more, my mistress places a blindfold around my head.

“You have been such a good puppy so far.” She pats my head affectionately and I almost whimper in pleasure. “Do you still want to please me little puppy?” I don't hesitate to think. “Of course I do mistress.” “Good girl. Remove your clothes and lie on your back.

Even though I am blindfolded, I know that she is watching my every move. I feel her watching as I remove my blouse. I can feel the heat from her eyes on my breasts as I unfasten my bra. Her lust is a tangible force to my heightened senses. Causing my already aroused pussy to become even wetter.

I undo my shoes, slip off my skirt, then wriggle out of my knickers. Naked before her, I lie on my back, totally vulnerable before her. Willingly sacrificing myself to her desire. I don't hear her move but suddenly feel her breath on my belly, ruffling the short hairs of my sex as she inhales my scent, huffing on my thigh as she exhales.

My senses are in overdrive. I silently beg her to touch me and she laughs. Roughly, she spreads my legs wider. She strokes my belly. “Good puppy.” She whispers. Her hand traces the contours of my thigh, before returning upwards.

There is a pause, then, incredibly gently, her finger dips into my sex. She withdraws it again, presenting it to me. “Suck it clean.” She instructs me. And I do, just like a puppy at its mummy's teat. My mistress repeats the process and again, I greedily suck her finger clean. “You like that, don't you puppy?”

I fidget in anticipation and the atmosphere suddenly changes. “You bad dog! You're like a little bitch in heat!” Those dreaded words. Bad dog! I physically cower but she grabs my thigh, holding my legs apart. Suddenly, she slaps my pussy. Pain shoots through me. But, at the same time, so does an even greater thrill of pleasure.

Nobody has ever done this to me before. My clit instantly jumps to attention and I can feel my cum building up inside me. Slap. The flat of her hand lands perfectly on my sex again. I let out a yelp of pain but it is almost half hearted. The pleasure is too great for me to protest too loudly in case my mistress stops. The third slap sounds decidedly wet. With the fourth, cum is starting to run down between my cheeks. The fifth slap actually splashes my cum over my thighs.

“What a little bitch you are! You are enjoying this too much. Roll over.” Reluctantly I comply. “Is that how a good puppy stands?” I get on my hands and knees. Roughly, she forces my legs apart with her booted foot. “Stay still!” I hear her walk away. There is the sound of a drawer opening, of her searching for something. Then she walks back to me.

I want to look so hard it almost hurts. I want to see what she has, what she is going to do to me next. But good puppies don't do that and I so want to be a good puppy. Something brushes the lips of my sex, then a huge dildo rams into my depths. There is no time for my pussy to adapt to this invader, my mistress begins to fuck me with it straight away. And I love it. I can't get enough. But this time, I have the good sense to stay perfectly still.

I can feel my warm cum running down my cold thighs. My mistress's breath is hot upon my back as she vigorously works her toy in and out of me. I have no idea of the size of her toy but it feels huge. My pussy is stretched deliciously to the edge of being too painful to bear. And it loves every minute as much as the rest of me.

I am on the brink of a massive orgasm when my mistress stops. “Do you think I'm going to let you off so easily? What about my pleasure?” She moves to stand before, the smell of her leather boots and aroused state filling my nostrils.

I stay there for what seems like a long time before she speaks to me again. Finally, “Lick my boots clean.” I pause, uncertain which one to lick first and she raises her right one up on its high heel. I lick from the very tip up to where it ends a fraction below her knee. “Carry on!” I start over again. And again. Until I have covered the entire boot and my mouth, tongue and jaw muscles are aching. I hope that she might have pity on me when I am done but she holds her left boot up ready for my ministrations. “Lick!”

When I eventually finish this boot as well, my mistress holds the back of my head, keeping me in place. I am too sore to complain and hope she doesn't want me to lick anything else, as I don't have any saliva left. But I soon change my mind when she guides my head to her pussy.

Her smell is overwhelming, especially as the blindfold has heightened my other senses. Her pheromones are driving me crazy and my juices are running down my legs in anticipation of what is going to happen next. She pushes my face into her sex. “Lick it clean, there's a good puppy.”

I don't need to be told twice. My aches and pains are instantly forgotten as I begin to eagerly lap at her sex. My tongue probes between her lips, flicking over her bud, before delving into her depths as far as I can get it. She changes her stance a little to give me better access and I resume my duties.

Her lips are shaved and I greedily suck at them to get every last drop of her ambrosia. I slurp at her inner lips and bud, bury my tongue inside her, striving to drink her dry. It is an impossible task but I don't care. I am in heaven. The more I lap at her, the more she cums and the happier I am. Until finally I feel her body begin to tense.

I redouble my efforts, working my tongue inside her as if it has a life of its own. At last, she gushes into my mouth. I try to pull back a little so that I can breathe but she forces my head into her sex, grinding herself against my face as she orgasms. With a last shudder, she finishes, pulling away from me as she steps back.

“That's a good dog. I'm sorry I was angry with you before.” She strokes my head, her hand moving to caress my shoulders, then my back. If I had a tail, I would be wagging it like crazy. I've been good and she loves me again.

I sense her kneel down and she kisses me. Her tongue explores my mouth, sending shock waves of pleasure to my clit. Then she bites my lower lip as she withdraws. I feel hot blood flowing from her love bite but it doesn't hurt. She moves closer again, her hot breath on my cheek. Her tongue brushes over my lips, licking away my blood.

“Ummmm. You taste so sweet.” Her breath moves down to my throat. She kisses me again, wrapping her arms around me in her passion, her arousal. I hear her growl somewhere deep in her throat. Passion mixing with her primal need. Then there are sharp teeth, a moment of gorgeous pain. “There's a good puppy. You'll always be my puppy, won't you? Always.”

 

 

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