and submission and exposed me to a lifestyle I’d always secretly craved. It was no coincidence that my bedroom bookshelves were packed with BDSM-themed erotica. It had simply taken Mark to help me take that interest from the realm of imagination to reality.
We maintained a delicate balance in our relationship. Although we enjoyed our fair share of domestic discipline and were flirting with total power exchange, we lived the unremarkable life of any modern couple. Outside the house and these types of play parties, we existed as two fully independent and successful people. Mark wasn’t the least bit intimidated by my earning power either. As a lead research and development scientist at a growing biotech company, I easily trumped his take-home pay as a detective. In a way, the roles we assumed in the bedroom were the complete opposite of the ones we played out in society. I rather liked it that way.
‘Here,’ Mark said and picked up the mittens from the centre console of his SUV. ‘Give me your hands.’
I reluctantly stuck them out and allowed him to slide the silly-looking leather mittens over my hands. As he fastened them at my wrists, I studied my new paws. They looked similar to the leather bootees on my feet and were both functional and decorative. Apparently they were supposed to protect and cushion my hands while I crawled around on all floors and pretended to be a good puppy. Mark had even gone so far as to buy me a pair of kneepads from the fetish-wear shop where he’d picked up the rest of my outfit. I hadn’t been surprised by the thoughtful addition. Mark loved to whip my ass until it was striped (just the way I liked it!) but he wasn’t cruel. He’d happily dole out all the pain and discomfort I craved but never force me to endure something I didn’t need or want.
Mark unsnapped my seatbelt and patted my knees. ‘Get up and kneel on the seat. Show me your ass.’
A trill of excitement rippled through me. I did as instructed, putting my hands – paws – on the back of the seat. Back angled just so, I presented my ass to him. He caressed my lower back and smoothed his palm over the leather undies hugging my backside. ‘Open your legs,’ he urged and nipped at my earlobe.
His fingers dipped under the crotch of the panties, and he quickly found my clit. I gasped at the sudden invasion of his rough fingertips on my tender skin. He cupped my neck with one hand and stimulated me with the other, his fingertips drawing lazy circles around my clit. The tiny pearl swelled with arousal and made my toes curl. He pressed his lips to my ear and whispered filthy promises of what would come after the party. My pussy ached with need and became so wet. His fingers swirled in the slick nectar seeping from my core. He penetrated me slowly and got me so close to coming that I was slapping at the seat and begging him for more.
When he suddenly pulled away and denied me the release I so desperately wanted, I cried out with a strangled ‘No!’
Mark swatted my backside and tugged on my ponytail. ‘Who owns this pussy?’
‘You do, Master,’ I replied, fully contrite. ‘This is your pussy.’
‘Good girl,’ he whispered and kissed my cheek. ‘And who decides when his little slave comes?’
‘Master decides.’
‘Exactly.’ He caressed my bottom and gave it a playful pat. ‘Now hold still while I put in your tail.’
I stifled a groan of frustration. I really, really didn’t want to wear that thing. He opened the small bag on the centre console and produced the tail and a tube of lubricant. I understood now why he’d gotten me so hot with his fingers. I wasn’t like some of the other submissives who ran in our circles. Taking a plug or having anal sex wasn’t simply something I could do on command. I needed to be aroused and excited first. Like a good dominant, he made sure my needs were seen to before attempting anything to do with my backdoor.
I moaned as his fingers found the small slit in the back of my leather undies. His wet fingertips traced the pucker hidden there and probed me. I exhaled slowly as his fingers slid inside me, lubing my back passage in preparation for the plug decorated with a puppy dog’s tail. I consciously relaxed and pressed back against the silicone plug. It was a bit larger than I was used to, especially for extended wear, but I was determined to work with it.
Mark’s other hand slipped inside my undies again. I groaned with pleasure as he strummed my clit and slowly and torturously thrust the tail plug inside my ass. I whimpered as his teeth grazed my shoulder. His fingers moved faster, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. I couldn’t fight the mounting surge. There would be no holding out and enjoying the gradual build of climax on this one. I howled into the headrest as bliss exploded in my belly and spread through my chest. My pussy pulsed and toes curled as I rocked against Mark’s hand, desperate to milk every last ounce of pleasure from his nimble fingers.
‘Oh, such a good little slut,’ Mark murmured against my cheek before turning my face and capturing my mouth in a demanding kiss. I melted into him, loving the way he called me such dirty names and kissed me until I was breathless. He plundered my mouth, his tongue darting deep inside and swiping mine. I awkwardly clutched at him, those ridiculous paw mittens preventing me from grasping and holding onto him.
When Mark broke our kiss, he swept my bangs from my eyes and smiled at me. ‘I know this isn’t easy for you, and it’s probably going to touch on your fear of humiliation. Actually, I know it is. If you can’t handle it, you may use your safe word.’ He tipped up my chin and gazed into my eyes. ‘I want you to try, all right?’
I nodded and gave him my best imitation of a happy puppy yipping.
He chuckled and pecked my cheek. ‘See? You’re a natural.’
I didn’t respond to that joking remark because I knew I was anything but. I’d embraced the old fake-it-’til-you-make-it mantra on this one. While I enjoyed a variety of kinks and drew very few lines in the sand, humiliation and embarrassment play were on that list of games I didn’t want to try. How Mark had talked me into this one was beyond me. He’d been straightforward about tonight’s party and had simply requested my attendance as a birthday gift. He swore up and down there was only the touch of a sadist in him but, right now, I was convinced he was the Marquis de Sade incarnate. Asking me to dress up like a puppy and pretend I was a dog as a birthday present? I mean, really!
I hesitantly stepped out of the SUV when he came round to my side and opened the door. My gaze fell to the leather leash and collar clasped in his hand. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as he slipped the collar around my neck, the dog tags jingling against my chest, and clipped the leash onto it. Mark snapped his fingers and pointed to the paved driveway. ‘Sit.’
My eyes widened as I realised he wanted me to start playing puppy now, out here in front of our host’s house. I nervously glanced around the neighbourhood. It was a gated community and the houses were separated by huge lawns and pine trees. No one else on the street could see me but that didn’t lessen my mortification. Swallowing hard, I remembered Mark’s request that I give it a try and slowly lowered myself to the pavement. I carefully bent forward until I was on all fours. I kept my back straight and head high. If I had to do this, I was going to be the best damn puppy anyone had ever seen!
I crawled along at Mark’s side. I was grateful for the kneepads and mittens. I could just imagine how truly uncomfortable it would have been to crawl from our parked SUV to the door. I kept my eyes down as our host welcomed us into his house. A petite older blonde knelt next to his legs. She wore a diamante collar and seemed suspiciously perky.
When I tried to pass by her, she reached out and nipped my shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise and then growled. Unable to help myself, I yelped and skittered back behind Mark’s legs. My arm smarted something fierce.
