Pulling the leash attached to my collar he demands I crawl on the floor. Doing what any loyal bitch would, I crawl. 

I straggle across the wooden floor on my knees and hands, my curled tail trails behind me. He tells me that if I continue to be a loyal bitch; I may earn myself a treat.  "Pick up the bone." He orders, I comply with his demand and pick the bone up by my teeth. I then search for a look of approval in his face.  "Good." I wag my tail with excitement. He puts his hand to his face to think for a moment, continuing to wag my tail waiting for what could be next. He begins to walk over to me, takes the bone out of my mouth, his claws dig into my muzzle when he grabs my face and spits on it. "Put your dirty face on the floor, bitch!" I lower my face onto the floor, my butt now straight in the air. 

With a grunt my hands are wrenched behind my back, he crosses them and begins to tie them together with a rough course rope. My face wet with spit against the hard floor, and a spreader bar between my ankles. The anticipation is driving mad, he orders me to wait patiently for his return.  I try to look back at the possibilities of what will happen; I see a few whips, gags and assortment of other toys. My legs begin to get weak and threaten to give out if he doesn't come back soon. I muster my strength to keep myself up, for if I fall he may punish me with the candle wax. 
My ears perk up to his footsteps creeping down the stairs behind me. "What a good little bitch, still propped up and ready to go." I respond the way he demands I reply to him "Yes, sir." He crouches down behind me so I can't see what he plans to do. I ask "What do you have planned to do to me, Sir?" He begins to stroke the fur on the back of my thighs and I forget I ever even asked him a question because his touch pleases me so. 

The crack of a whip against my butt startles me and I fall to the ground. He pulls me back up by the leash still attached to my collar. "You bad little bitch! Falling down when you're not supposed to." I find a way to prop myself back up again without the use of my hands. "My apologies, Sir." The whip hits my butt once again, but this time I don't fall to the ground. "That's better, bitch." I receive another hit from his leather whip, I squeak to hold back the true noises of my pain. The whipping only gets harder, and harder. I begin to beg "Please, please Sir Stop!" But I sense another sting coming my way; this one sends me back onto the floor. I hear the whip drop; fearing that he will get the candle wax I begin to apologize once more "I'm sorry, Sir! I didn't mean it" I get no response "I want you to whip me more, please whip me more!"

Yanked up onto my knees by the pull of the leash; he comes around and crouches down in front of me. My face is grabbed and he puts a finger to my mouth "Open."  I dutifully open my mouth wide. Again he spits but into my mouth this time, I keep my mouth open eagerly waiting. He unzips his jeans, and out pops his hard, erect, and extremely large penis. My mouth still open waiting for it to be filled with all of him, I wait.  He grabs hold of the leash wrapping it around his hand a few times so it's short enough to control my actions. He puts his penis inside my mouth; I pride myself with doing what he wants. The motions get faster, and faster. He takes himself out, and goes to spit on my face but misses and instead it goes onto my cheek. He puts himself back into my mouth. It becomes hard to breath with the build-up of spit, and the size of him in me that I begin to gag. He continues. He has never held back before why would he now.

Comparable to a water-fall, my saliva spills out down of my cheek onto my boobs and then down them too. He pulls himself out and I can breathe again. The amount of fluids on my body increases while more cascades down. He pulls me up to a standing position, and releases my legs from the spreader. He tells me to bend over the table on the other side of the room. I reach the table and position myself bent over it. I lift my tail high and rest my head on the tables' surface. It is a warmer and smoother surface for my face then the floor was. Footsteps approach me, and the spreader is put back on me.  His spit is cold on my vagina; he begins to rub the saliva around. It satisfies all my sensations, I begin to moan, he spits on it more. That large, solid dick of his is then put into me. I call to him "Oh, Sir" he smacks my ass "Oh, Sir what?!" the penetration increases in speed and he grabs me by the base of my tail "Oh Master, it's so huge!"  

He growls "Master you say?" while he flips my body over, slamming my back onto the table. Grabbing my hands he ties them to a hook above me "Would the bitch like to try something else?" I nod in compliance. And I get my legs yanked open wider than before, he spits on my cunt and it slides down onto the floor. Relishing in my moans while continuing to spit on me. He puts himself into me but not where I was expecting. The enormous dick enters into my asshole, I cry out with shock. It only goes in deeper. I've only done anal a handful of times, so the sensation is painful for me. After a while of me yelling loud enough to alert the neighbours he asks "How's it feel bitch?!" while he pounds himself into me deeper. "Ah! It hurts!" this time I receive an even more aggressive pounding. "Who's hurting you!?"  Another pound comes with an angry response because I didn't address him by Sir. "You are Sir, you are hurting me!" He pulls out, relieved I sigh. Reaching over me, he unties me from the hook. 

My arms fall down beside my body. "Sit up, bitch." I sit up for him "Good little bitch." My body aches from the restraints, the ramming of his strong body against me, my wrists still burning from the rope. "Back on the ground where bitches belong" I willingly place my body back into crawling position on that hard wooden floor, he gives me another order. "Up, up on your knees." My knees shake from the weight of my tired body "Now beg for your treat." I try to figure out what the correct answer is, he never told me what my treat would be.  I contemplate for a while, until I see his expression change back to anger. "I want your dick in back in my mouth, Sir! Please put it back in my mouth." He smiles at me; I open my mouth and prepare myself for the lack of breath.

He starts to fuck my face, even harder than before. The pressure compared with the size could almost tear my head off, but I stay perfectly still for him. He fucks my mouth so hard I begin to spew out heaps of saliva. He stops it from falling to the ground to wipe it all over my face with his hand, he grabs me by the roots of my hair and I begin to sense his girth twitching against my tongue. I can tell what's going to happen. I'm going to get my treat.He explodes in my mouth, his cum paired with the copious amounts of saliva my mouth could be compared to a lake. He takes himself out of my mouth; I continue to keep it open to show him how good I did. He looks at his prize, "Now swallow it." I swallow it, the taste similar to salt. "You proved you're self a loyal bitch indeed, Blue." My body quakes with pride. "Thank you Sir." I reply while I tug on my leash giving him one last smile.