Tied Up While Letting a Dog Lick Me

© 2025 by Anne Cummings

“The doorbell rang, echoing through the cavernous house. I took a deep breath, smoothed my skirt, and opened the door. There he was, Lucas, tall and imposing, his piercing blue eyes appraising me from head to toe. I felt a shiver run down my spine, a heady mix of fear and anticipation. It felt like I had signed my life away for the night. I didn’t know exactly what Lucas had in mind, but I desperately needed the money.

“Olivia, I presume?” His voice was deep, authoritative. I nodded, unable to speak. “Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let me enter.

The house was magnificent, all sleek lines and modern art. But I barely had time to take in my surroundings before Lucas was leading me upstairs, his hand firm on the small of my back. “Bedroom. Now,” he commanded, and I obeyed without question.

The room was dominated by a massive four-poster bed, the sheets crisp and white. “Strip,” Lucas ordered, his eyes never leaving mine. I hesitated for a moment, but the thought of the $4500 that awaited me spurred me on. Slowly, I peeled off my clothes, letting them fall to the floor until I stood before him, naked and vulnerable.

“I’m going to go pour myself a glass of wine. When I get back, I want you on the bed with your ass up, presenting yourself to me.” His voice was like a whip, cracking through the air.

As he exited the room, I crawled onto the bed, positioning myself as he’d instructed, my heart pounding in my chest.

When he returned, he said nothing. I heard him moving around the room, the rustle of fabric, the clink of metal. Then, without warning, he came to stand behind me. His hand caressed my ass check. “Spread your legs more.”

I did, and and then felt his hand softly caressing my clit. “”You signed the contract last night. This is your last chance to back out. Once we start, you’re mine for the next 72 hours, and anything goes. Do you still want to do this?”

“What are we going to do?”

“For the next 72 hours, you will call me master. I do not like regular fucking. That’s all I will say.”

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“I mean yes, I understand master.”

“Good girl.” Without warning, his hand came down on my ass, hard. I cried out, more from surprise than pain. He spanked me again, and again, until my ass was stinging.

“Flip over,” he growled, and I did as I was told. He leaned over me, his face inches from mine, his breath hot on my skin. “You’re mine now, Olivia. Do you understand? For the next few days, you belong to me. Not tell me you want me to use you in whatever way pleases me.”

I nodded, my mouth dry. “Yes, Master. Please use me. Do whatever you want with me.”

He smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. “Good girl. Now, let’s get you tied up, shall we?”

He moved swiftly, binding my wrists and ankles to the bedposts with soft but unyielding ropes. I tested them, but there was no give. I was completely at his mercy. Then he produced a blindfold, and the world went dark.

I lay there, my heart racing, my body tense with anticipation. I heard him moving around the room, the rustle of fabric, the clink of metal. Then, suddenly, I felt something cold and hard between my legs. I gasped as I realized it was a spreader bar, holding my thighs wide open.

“Remember, Olivia,” Lucas’s voice came from somewhere above me. “No coming without my permission. If you do, I’ll put you over my knee and spank you until you can’t sit down for a week. Understand?”

I nodded, my voice lost somewhere in my throat. He chuckled, a low, menacing sound. “Good. Now, let’s have some fun, shall we?”

I felt a feather-light touch on my inner thigh, and I jumped, my muscles contracting. He laughed, trailing the feather up my leg, over my hip, across my stomach. I squirmed, trying to guess where he would touch me next. “I’m putting a small pillow underneath your hips and back. I need you to move for me.”

I obeyed.

Then, suddenly, his mouth was on my pussy, hot and wet and insistent. I cried out, my hips bucking against the restraints. He licked and sucked, his tongue delving deep inside me, teasing my clit with the barest hint of pressure.

I was panting now, my body on fire, my pussy throbbing. But I held back, determined not to come without permission. Lucas seemed to sense my struggle, and he pulled away, leaving me bereft and aching.

“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for.

He then put something in my mouth. “The only sound I want to hear if you sobbing or screaming, or moaning.”

I heard him leave the room. When he came back in, I could hear him open something. Then something thick was put on my vagina and spread everywhere between my legs. It smelled of peanut butter.”

A minute later he whistled and then sat next to the bed. Something jumped up on to the bed, as Lucas grabbed my nipped and squeezed.

Something smelled between my legs. That’s when I felt a tongue. It was large and warm and wet. It started slowly licking my leg, but the licks quickly intensified as it went between my legs. Restrained, I could barely move. But I felt my legs shiver and hips buck. Oh gods, what was it? The feeling of warmth licking between my pussy continued. I couldn’t”t move. Couldn’t close my legs. The licking continued.

Beside me Lucase growled, a sound of pure satisfaction. Then I felt him moving, the bed dipping under his weight. Lucas reached down. I could feel his hand as he spread me. The feeling was intense. The licking quickened…the warmth of the mouth, the wetness of his tongue, the way he stimulated my clit…then he stuck his tongue inside of me. I must of went through 10 parallels of the space time continuum.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed as his hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider.

I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly, threatening to explode. But I held back, biting my lip until I tasted blood, determined not to disobey him.

Lucas seemed to sense my struggle, and he slowed his thrusts, teasing me with shallow strokes. “That’s it, Olivia,” he panted, his voice ragged. “You’re doing so well. Such a good, dirty little submissive. You know you like this.”

I could hear the jar opening. He put more peanut butter on my pussy. The licking continued. There was an up and down motion, as his tongue slid over my clit, down my slit, exploring every inch. I was getting wetter by the second, I couldn’t contain it. Without wanting to, I climaxed hard. Screaming into the mouth piece my hips thrashed and I tried to make it stop. Tried to roll to the side. I couldn’t take anymore. Couldn’t take the licking motion. I let go, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I screamed, my body convulsing, my pussy clenching around the tongue as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

“That was too soon. You almost earned a reward, but you disobeyed me.” He took off my blind fold and I saw the large golden retriever laying on the bed. It’s head still sniffing and licking at my vagina.

“You’re a dirty little girl that needs to be punished, Olivia. You know you liked the feeling of my dog’s tongue on you.”

I shook my head frantically, my whole body trembling. “No, Master,” I whimpered.

“Did you just tell me no?”

He removed the ties on my legs and the spreader bar. He then moved my hands. He was so much bigger than me. He handcuffed me with ease and then pulled me off the bed.

“We’re going into the living room.”

Apart of me wanted to grab my clothes and run. Wanted the 72 hours to be over, but I needed the money.

Lucas sat on his couch. He eyed me. “Olivia, I want you to bend over my lap. I’m going to take you over my knee and punish you. Do you understand?”

“Please I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Please don’t spank me.”

“Bad girls deserve to by punished. I gave you a command and you disobeyed. Your vagina, your pleasure, your pain, your orgasms…they’re all mine for the next few days. You did not have my permission to cum, and my dog was thoroughly enjoying himself. You only lasted thirty minutes. That wasn’t nearly enough time for him to lick you clean.”

“I…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Master.”

“Good. You should be. Now bend over my knee so I can spank you.”

“No, please.” I took a step back.

“Olivia, I am going to have you over my knee. Everytime you tell me no, or forget to call me master, I will add 2 spanks. And when I finish with you, I’m going to tie you to that bed and let my dog lick you for another hour before you’re allowed to shower. I’m having friends over tonight, and you’re going to be the center piece on the dinner table.”

I took a step forward and slowly positioned myself over his lap. Lucas reached up and grabbed my hair. “Good, now you’re going to count to 30. I’m going to spank you with my bare hand. 20 spanks for cuming early. And 10 for telling me no, or not calling me master.”

The first hit came over my buttocks. I could hear the slap. My flesh instantly recoiled, as if on fire. “One.”

Then came the next.

On the tenth, he reached down and felt between my legs. “Gods your so wet.” He groaned, with renewed fervor.

I knew this was only the beginning. I had 3 days to go, and Lucas had promised to use me in every way imaginable.

But whatever he had planned, I knew I would take it. For the money, I would submit to his will. I was his now.

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