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Master has been ignoring me for days. He hasn't hand-fed me once since my punishment. I haven't slept in his bed either. I miss him so much. The only warmth I get is from cuddling with his dogs and the gentle smiles and words my fellow sub puppy gives me as we're doing our daily chores together.
I wanna be like him.
God, he's so obedient, takes everything, the good and the ugly. I'm nearly jealous when Master orders him to douche. An enema means Master is going to fuck him today. All I was allowed today was to warm his cock with my mouth while Master had a video conference. It's progress, of course. And I'm grateful. I truly am.
Well, maybe not fully.
It's still hard sometimes to let Master decide what's good for me, especially when I feel useless most of the day, more like a maid and housekeeper than anything else. But it's part of my training. I know that. Cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush is supposed to make me find joy and fulfilment in the little things Master orders me to do. But tell that to my neglected cunt.
I'm not allowed to touch myself without permission. I feel like my pussy is killing me. I want it filled, but this hole is taboo for anything and anyone but Master. I just know that sucking or riding a dildo with my ass would only make things worse, no matter how enticing they look displayed in the playroom. Master's cock would make it better. And if I was good for him, he'd touch my clit and fill my cunt. But he doesn't even give me a chance to be really good for him!
Maybe I should beg. He likes that, but it still makes me ashamed. I wasn't raised to ask for selfish things. Puppy says I need to get over myself and simply do it.
Fuck! I need it so badly, I could cry. But maybe I will get lucky today. Hope swells in my chest as Master calls us into the living room.
"Bend over the sofa edge, bitch," he orders, the words way softer than their content implies.
I love this sofa. It is as deep as a king-sized bed, big enough for all of us to cuddle on it with outstretched legs. So I can rest my torso comfortably on top of it without my head touching anything. My knees sink into the plush carpet underneath. So much better than the tiles beyond the coffee table.
Master pushes my knees further apart and places a towel between my parted legs to protect the carpet. That's promising. He expects me to make a mess.
Then, he puts leather cuffs around my wrists. I hold in a sob. He's touching me so gently. I wish he would put more bondage on me, if only to feel his touches for longer. But he only links the cuffs, and his hands disappear.
"Spread your cheeks. Show me your holes," Master orders. I pull my cheeks apart, already feeling my cunt growing wetter with need. It's probably shiny, glistening in the soft light. The thought fills my cheeks with hot shame.
Master fastens a blindfold on the back of my head, the world growing dark. I hear rustling of fabric next to me. Goosebumps run over my skin as the realisation sinks in how very exposed I am. I trust Master with my life. I know he'll keep me safe, even if I should fail. Still, I would do anything to never let that happen again.
"Prepare your fleshlight, puppy," Master orders. I frown. There were no toys on the coffee table. But then, I feel movement behind me and a tongue brushing over my asshole.
Oh.
Puppy rims me so well. No wonder Master lets him wake him like this every single morning, eating his ass out. I want to do that too. God, I'm growing wetter, just thinking about it. I'm such a slut for my Master.
I whimper under puppy's ministrations, but the sound is answered by his tongue disappearing and a hand raining down on my unexpecting ass. Master's large hand. It leaves a smarting mark on my flesh. I hope it will bruise. Master's marks are the best.
"Fleshlights don't make sounds," Master says curtly. It's a clear warning. I just nod, hoping he sees that I understand.
Puppy's mouth returns, and it is hard to keep quiet with his tongue pressing inside me through my slowly loosening pucker. I can feel his saliva mixed with my own juices running over my pussy lips and dripping on the floor. I wanna moan so badly but I hold it all in. I can be good.
The telltale click of the opening lube bottle promises relief. Of sorts. Or simply another kind of agony.
Cold, slick fingers probe my asshole, slip inside, and work me open. Puppy is thorough as usual. Neither he nor Master wants me to hurt.
They must communicate in silence because I don't expect the tip of his cock when it slides into me with near ease, only burning slightly.
Puppy moans loudly. He likes my ass, and he's been in chastity for how many days our last scene has been ago. Four, five, maybe six days? I don't know, my full focus on my stretched entrance. Too damn long, for sure.
I don't think I've ever seen puppy's cock uncaged outside of scenes and the bathroom. He really seems to like Master taking control of his dick. Maybe I should have said yes to the chastity belt, but the idea somehow didn't sit right with me in the beginning. Well, maybe I could mention it at our monthly check-in. I'll have to think about it.
I'm thinking way too much for a good slut. I can't stop my stupid mind from rattling. But puppy helps me as he slides his cock inside me in one, smooth movement. It stings a little where his fingers couldn't reach my insides, but I'm thankful for it. It pulls my focus to the burn, to the reason for my existence. I'm a fleshlight, there to be fucked, to pleasure, to just be used.
Puppy whines behind me. Master chuckles darkly.
"Does it feel good around your tiny prick?" he taunts.
It. It's so dehumanising. It's so hot!
Puppy makes a confirming noise.
"So good, Master. Thank you, Master."
"Move. Ten minutes without coming," Master orders and puts something next to my head. I can hear it ticking. An old-fashioned egg timer. Its ringing will surely stay in my ear for some time after. But the sound it makes is relaxing, too.
Puppy uses my hole slowly, in and out, in and out, an eternal tide only interrupted by tiny whimpers falling from his lips. He must have been so pent-up already before it all started. Master teases him relentlessly every day.
I stay as still as I can, trying to be the best fleshlight in existence, just a slick, tight hole to fuck. It's what puppy told me to strive for. He must know.
My neglected pussy is dripping from the humiliation of it all, my clit rubbing against the leather of the sofa. I know I shouldn't enjoy it so much. I mustn't give in to the urge to rub it against it some more. That wouldn't end well. Master would see and punish me. I don't want to be punished again. I want to hear him praise me for being a good little hole.
The shrill sound of the timer lets me flinch, but Master doesn't seem to give me any attention at all. Instead, he praises puppy.
"Such a good boy," he coos. "You're so close, aren't you?"
"Right on the edge, Master," puppy pants, his legs shivering against mine in an attempt to starve off his orgasm. "Please, Master. Let me come," he begs. He begs so beautifully. How Master can resist it ever, I'll never understand.
"How bad do you want it?" Master asks, danger laced into his voice.
"So, so bad," puppy breathes. "I'd do anything. Anything. Please."
"That's my good boy," Master praises. I can hear him opening his belt. Will he spank puppy into coming? He did that before. But no. Not this time.
The sound of an opening zip sounds loudly through the air, and the lube bottle clicks once more open followed by a wet hand surely gliding over the most perfect cock in the world.
I struggle to hold in a desperate moan imagining Master gliding into puppy's ass with ease. Puppy turns louder within a second, desperate mewls filling the air.
"Th-thank y-you for yo-your cock, M-m-master," he presses out, his hips stuttering against my butt. Master chuckles. I guess he winds up the timer again.
"Ten more minutes, and then you're allowed to fill your fleshlight with your cum."
I wince silently on puppy's behalf. The poor man. He'll never make it. His dick is already pulsing in my ass. I can feel his heart beating violently in it. He's a good sub, but that good? Maybe for once, Master is setting him up for failure, his punishment already meticulously planned out as a part of the scene.
Puppy seems to think the same as he thanks Master, his voice wet and sobbing.
"Thank – you – for – teasing – me – so – well," he pants.
Fuck! His obedience is an inspiring example. No wonder Master kept him for so long. I can only dream of him wanting me for another month. No, I can't allow myself to think about that. Fear isn't a good advisor. I can only give my best and hope it is enough.
"Pull out," Master orders, and puppy complies. A squirt of lube, the sound of a gliding hand, another mewl from puppy. Master must have lubed him up. His fingers are in my hole next, and I stay as still as I possibly can as he presses his fingers into me without much care. I'm just a fleshlight, after all.
Puppy's cock returns as soon as Master's fingers disappear, and he moves it in and out of my hole in the tiniest of movements. He must be so close, his voice growing louder and louder with every minute thrust. Master hums in delight as first tears splatter on my ass. Poor puppy. He's doing so well.
I want him to succeed, so I relax as much as I can, the control of my asshole getting better the more often it is used. When I moved in here, it had been untouched. Master made sure that I learnt to enjoy it and trained it well. So well.
My focus on my rectal muscles only pulls my empty, uselessly throbbing cunt back to the forefront of my mind. My clit is aching with need. I join puppy in crying, my tears silent unlike his. Master loves tears, so it's nothing to be ashamed of. I let them cascade over my cheek, run over my lips and drop onto the sofa without resistance.
"Oh, fu-u-u-u-uck!" puppy moans. "Your cock is so big, Master."
"You like it big," Master chuckles and fucks so hard into puppy that I get pressed into the couch, my clit burning with the sudden friction.
"Yes, yes, yes," puppy bubbles incoherently. I think he's slipping into his soft space. I hope he doesn't lose himself in it, as beautiful as it is. He might come too early if he does
"Three more minutes," Master says pointedly, helping puppy to stay focused. He's such a good dominant. I love him for his care. He wants us to succeed.
Puppy ruts into me again after a few seconds of trembling between my hole and Master's cock. I can only imagine how he feels, trapped between Master's perfect cock filling him up and his own trapped in my tight, slick hole. I imagine what it would be like for me to have Master inside me and puppy pleasuring my clit, trapped between two points of pleasure.
I nearly moan, can only stop my lips by clenching up my whole body. Poor puppy lets out a keening sound.
"Noooo! Grmpf."
I think he's about to come any second but his body locks up in a desperate attempt to starve it off. Master moans behind us. He must enjoy the tightness around his cock a lot.
Puppy falls forward, his weight landing on my arms fastened behind my back. It strains my shoulders but I don't make a peep.
Puppy, on the other hand, sobs into my ear loudly, huffs of breath hitting my damp cheek. Did he come?
I feel into myself. Puppy's cock is still hard as a rock. Did he make it?
"Move!" Master orders relentlessly. Puppy obeys with a whine that doesn't stop. He fucks me slowly, trembling, crying, muttering words under his breath. He lets out a sob when the timer goes off. He doesn't move faster, chasing his release. He simply keeps on rocking into me.
"Such a good boy for me," Master coos. I can hear his hands running over puppy's back. "Such a perfect, perfect boy for me."
Puppy whimpers.
"You deserve your rewards," Master says. "Don't you want to take it?"
Puppy needs a moment to answer. His words come out slurred.
"So much," he says. Master chuckles.
"Is my puppy too tired to fuck his perfect fleshlight until he comes?"
Goosebumps run over my skin. Master called me perfect. I press my lips together to keep the thank you in that my heart wants to scream out.
"Please, fuck me," puppy murmurs. "Fuck me, Master."
"Everything for my beautiful puppy," Master says and sets a battering rhythm that punches the air out of my lungs. Puppy mewls, drivelling drops of saliva over my cheek as Master pounds into him so hard that I can feel it in my own hole. It doesn't take long until puppy comes with a scream, painting my walls with his hot cum.
Puppy's weight disappears from my arms, my back and shoulders aching, but all I can focus on are the sounds of Master ravaging puppy's mouth. Strange what your mind focuses on when your eyes are kept from the light.
I am empty and cold all of a sudden, the air hitting my loose, wet hole and needy cunt. More tears drop on the leather. They are silent sobs that I allow myself as Master's soft, cooing voice showers puppy with praises. I smile. He did it. Puppy really did it.
There's movement behind me, then the sofa cushion dips next to me. I can smell Master's aftershave and the lube on both men, the smell of sex. Puppy hums contently as the soft aftercare blanket graces my shoulder. They must be cuddling next to me. Puppy loves cuddles after a scene. He deserves them.
Master's hand lands in my hair, caressing me gently. A soft sound falls from my lips, unguarded. Master doesn't reprimand me. Instead, he says, "You were a perfect little fleshlight today, princess. You'll get your reward in a moment, darling."
I press my head into his touch and nod.
"Thank you, Master," I whisper, not wanting to destroy the sweet moment between us three.
It takes a few more minutes until Master moves. He pulls the blindfold off my head. His smile is the sweetest reward.
"So well done," he says and kisses me. Puppy, wrapped in his favourite blanket, hums in agreement.
Master pulls the oversized bed sheet over my side of the sofa, then releases my bound arms and pulls me up with ease. He massages my shoulders and rolls me on my back.
He slides on top of me and brushes the tracks of tears off my face before he kisses me again, soft and slow. He wriggles about until the tip of his cock finds the entry to my pussy. He slides in with one smooth thrust. I cry and sob from happiness and throw my arms around his neck.
Finally!
It feels so good to be filled by Master's cock, to feel it dragging along my needy walls, pressing deep inside of me. I moan without holding back. It's alright if puppy can hear what a needy cock slut I am. Master already knows, whispered it into my ear the first time he fucked me. My unguarded 'yes' that night had changed me.
Master doesn't breed me, though. No. He fucks me slowly, reverently, as if he had all the time in the world. I reach out for puppy's hand. Master smiles down at me as our fingers intertwine.
"My perfect slaves," he murmurs. "My perfect princess and puppy."
He looks at me questioningly as he rocks into me gently.
I nod with a smile. Princess sounds perfect in my ears.
Master's fingers find my clit and rub it just right.
"Come for me, princess," he orders gently, and I come apart, my body flooding with pleasure as he comes with me, filling me up perfectly.
Master collapses on top of me, his hand moving to cover where puppy and I are joined.
I cry some more and giggle at the same time. Master and puppy join me in laughter.
I wish it was always this way.