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Brad grasped her thigh, holding her still and watched her as her own cum mixed with the animal's and began to slip out of the joint between pussy and dog-cock. The wet sex juice flowed along her crack, over her ass and dripped to the floor in a slow stream of sexual release. Brad watched and his cock throbbed. He could not resist any more and quickly jerked his cock with his hand. After a few long, steady strokes, he pushed his cock down and pointed it toward her face and spewed his cum onto her face and her neck. He jerked his cock again and more of his cum flowed out and spread over Tawny's face, neck and down her torso.
Tawny vibrated with erotic passion and sexual fulfillment. She rolled her hips, pushing her spasmodic pussy against the dog's big knot and reveled in the flow of hot male cum filling her pussy. Brad's cum spewed out onto her and she spread it over her face and neck with her fingers. She opened her mouth and sucked his cum off her fingers and moaned happily, rolling in the sea of cum that was enveloping her while her pussy spewed out her own pleasurable climax.
Tawny lost track of time and mood, but found her senses come back to focus as she lay in the chair, legs spread and her fingers dabbling in Brad's cum. The dog was gone, but she still felt the warmth of his cum as it slipped from her wet slit. Now she was so glad that Brad made her do all the things she really loved to do.
* * * * * Brad sat across from her while she took the last bite of the light meal he had so painstakingly prepared in the microwave for her. Brad had never been much of anything but a sex partner, so his cooking was certainly not the best. Throughout the short meal he had praised her for her honesty and told her how proud he was of her, now that she had, at last, let him in on her sexually perverse desire to be a real kennel bitch. He told her how hot he thought that was and how nice it will be to see her do it again. He told her that he'd want to get it all down on tape, so he could watch it again and again. Tawny listened and felt the last vestiges of her individuality slip away. Brad told her it was all a part of being a slave and reminded her that she never did anything she didn't really like. Tawny admitted to him, that he was right.
"So, Brad, Sir, what will you have me do with this other dog, I mean, I have to leave tomorrow." Tawny searched for some answers to the questions she had been only guessing at. He was going to make her fuck another dog and he was going to film it. The thought brought back nostalgic memories of when she could say no to these things, but now, she sat here, Darla's jewelry in her nipples and her clit and Brad dictating any sexual act he wished her to do and she would obey him. She was a slave and she was afraid, but at the same time, elated and totally satisfied sexually.
Brad answered her with silence. He got up, placed his hand on her neck and squeezed gently and lifter her from her seat. He guided her through a door and into his little BDSM room and started to bind her wrists together. He tied her wrists to a rope, ran it through a wall pulley and pulled so she was secured over a padded bench. Her ass was smoothly displayed in a sexy curve over the bench. Brad then patted her ass softly with his hand and reached down and swung a leather flogger with a threatening snap. Only then did he begin to talk.
"I believe you owe me a whipping Tawny. You need to remember your place. You need to remember to tell me everything Tawny. There are no secrets between a slave and a dominant. No secrets and no hesitations. If it turns you on, bitch, you're going to do it, no matter how perverted or weird it seems. You are a fucking unbelievable fucking machine that has just got to be used."
Brad guided the flogger down over her ass and let the heat and soreness grow slowly. He began swinging it harder and Tawny moaned and flinched as the lashes fell repeatedly over her left ass cheek. Several more fell and Tawny began to whimper. Her pussy had begun to moisten, but now the pain overwhelmed the pleasure and Brad kept up the lashes.
"Hurts now, doesn't it bitch? It stops getting fun about now, doesn't it?" Tawny sniffled and looked back, tensing her ass, fearing the next swing. He had whipped her so many times before and he knew just exactly what he was doing. She felt so helpless, unable to fuss or fake her real pain, because he knew, from experience, just how much she could take and when the pain really began.