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Enjoy!", "writing": "Fiona took a drink. Nothing alcoholic regardless of the options at the bar, she wanted a cool head. Despite her smile and cocky demeanor under the flashing party lights, she was worried. Worried and excited, but mostly worried. \n\n\n“What’s got you worked up?” Tom, the badger tending the bar, passed her a second water bottle. She paid him off without looking. Her attention was needed at the big black curtain separating the party from the club’s entrance. \n\n\n“I’m not worked up,” Fiona flashed a grin. As a polar bear, she could simply tower over Tom to get him to lay off, but she didn’t like to intimidate people. Not without their consent anyway, or if they deserved it. \n\n\nOk, maybe she liked it a little.\n\n\nTom, no doubt seeing through her lies, leaned against the counter behind her. “So who are you meeting?” He asked. \n\n\n“Lily,”\n\n\n“Which one is Lily?” He asked after a pause, “Wait, do I know Lily? Or is she new to the scene?”\n\n\n“She’s not that new. You don’t know everyone.”\n\n\nHe scoffed, “I know plenty.” She knew he was right, smug as he was about it. Tom had been volunteer bartending before Fiona entered the local BDSM community. He was a monolith for local kinksters. \n\n\nFiona gulped down her second bottled water. “And I’m not nervous.”\n\n\n“Ok, you’re not. But let’s put in a hypothetical and say you are nervous. Why would you be if that was the case?” \n\n\nShe snapped back to stare at him with cold eyes. He carried a pert smile. The bear sighed, pushing a hand through her red hair in a moment of frustration. “She says she’s ready for hardcore.”\n\n\n“Oh? I thought you loved playing hard?”\n\n\n“I do. I’m just scared of scaring her off. There’s a fine line between people acting out their fantasies and people who keep them fantastical.”\n\n\nHe nodded as any BDSM veteran would, “You’ve played with her before?”\n\n\n“Of course, plenty of times.”\n\n\n“Then she trusts ya,” he said, adding, “Don’t get into your own head. This is supposed to be fun.”\n\n\nThat was easier said than done. Lily looked just as nervous asking it as Fiona felt now. Still, the two had a system in place. She gifted the black labrador a pair of earrings to wear, stating that if she did then they’d go hardcore. This gave them both time to plan and think things over, which led to Fiona renting one of the backrooms and stuffing it with equipment. \n\n\nTom offered a third bottle. Fiona didn’t realize she’d finished her second. She pulled out another dollar, “Thanks,” she wasn’t sure if it was for the advice or the drink. It didn’t matter, as Lily walked through the tarp under the shadow of a nervous scimbok.\n\n\nLike Fiona, Lily had a thing for leather. But whereas the polar bear preferred black pants to match her jacket, the lab wore a skirt. She hugged herself tight and huddled, trying to blend into the darkness broken up by strobe lights. A pair of earrings dangled from her anxious ears. Fiona saw the triskelion symbol and smiled, flushing her nerves down the drain.\n\n\n“Lily!” Fiona locked the dog in her customary bear hug when she got the chance, lifting her friend a good foot off the ground. The black lab let out a nervous little bark, chuckling anxiously when her two feet were back on the ground. She brushed her hand through her headfur and flicked her ears to let the piercings show. Fiona grinned, leaning close to whisper, “Are you ready for tonight?”\n\n\n“I…y-yeah,” Lily bit her lips, “I might need a drink first.” \n\n\n“No problem,” Fiona pointed a thumb over her shoulder, aiming for the bar, “Tom’s got whatever you need and then some. I’ll just head to the bathroom then we’ll head to the room I rented.”\n\n\nShe turned to leave but Lily grabbed her jacket’s sleeve. Even under the strobe lights her fur blotted the blush crossing her face, but not the restrained and excitable smile. \n\n\n“Why…why don’t we solve both?” Her gaze shifted while her head cringed between her shoulders as though someone might jump her for suggesting it. “I mean…if you want.” \n\n\nIt took a moment or two for Fiona to understand what she meant. The realization hit her like a freight train. “Oh…” she grinned, lurching over her as much as their difference in height allowed. “Aren’t you a kinky girl? You sure you want to do that?”\n\n\nLily, shrinking in the bear’s shadow, nodded rapidly with a wagging tail behind her. Fiona lifted her up and wrapped her arm around the dog’s waist, “Then I’ll need to hold it. Just until I’m done with that mouth of yours.” She squeezed the dog’s cheeks underneath her skirt as they walked to the backroom. Fiona took her time, making sure the skirt was hiked up for everyone to see. If she squinted hard she might notice the red blush underneath her partner’s black fur.\n\n\nThe private rooms were nothing special. A basic bed big enough for two people, an X-cross on the wall, and sometimes a bondage horse or spanking chair. Having rented it early, Fiona had her bag of gear and toys waiting for her on the bed when they arrived. She promptly ignored it, pushing Lily to the wall and ravaging her mouth. Lily reciprocated when she could, but the bear’s strength and weight made the difference between struggle and not a blurry line. Then again, Lily treated both the same. Even in surrender, she had to play the victim, at least until the gear game out. \n\n\nFiona slipped the dog’s shirt up to expose her breasts. Strong hands cupped them, squeezing with firm slaps or gentle bites. Lily’s cock poked through her skirt like a tent, bouncing as the bear pulled the garment up. \n\n\n“What do we have here?” Fiona whispered, “Is my puppy excited about what’s about to happen?” It was small enough for the bear to envelop it with one hand, making the full squeeze easy and the pumping minimal. Lily nodded in kind, still regaining her breath from the bear’s tongue assailing her maw. \n\n\n“Then strip for me, Puppy,” Fiona was already pulling off her partner’s jacket, “We wouldn’t want anything to get ruined.” Of course, she wasn’t going to take second chances. Fiona pulled out the rubber suit she’d brought in her bag, measured for Lily’s size and shape, and with a fun little sleeve for her cock to slip through. \n\n\nWhen handed the suit Lily froze. Her eyes locked to the black material in her hands while her tail picked up speed. “I…but what about…”\n\n\n“I can hold it,” Fiona uttered, “Better you put in on first. Don’t keep me waiting.”\n\n\nAs with anyone new to latex, Lily needed help. Fiona was happy to give it, taking in an intimate interest in sliding the material up her partner’s legs. She weaved away from the blurring tail and giggled whenever the dog apologized. Once every crease on her legs was pinched, pulled, and patted smooth, Fiona pulled up higher. To her surprise, Lily’s shaft was the easiest to slip on. It helped that she was hard and throbbing. \n\n\nWith copious amounts of lube, the suit was pulled on. Everywhere under her head was a glossy black that shaped tight around her body. Every curve accentuated, every breath exemplified. \n\n\n“How’s it feel?” Fiona pulled her close. \n\n\n“Like…like a tight hug,” Lily said, “Kind of like how the gloves feel. It’s sticky without being sticky, pulling without ripping. It feels…restraining…”\n\n\n“Without being constrained,” Fiona pecked her cheek, “Feels good, right?” With Lily’s nod, she added, “Imagine what the actual restraints will feel like.” Latex squeaked in the quick motion Lily made to plant her palms over her face. Fiona threw her head back with a laugh, taking several seconds to air it out before directing her latex puppy to the ground. \n\n\n“Before that, we need to take care of business.”\n\n\nFiona thought she imagined Lily licking her lips when she pulled her pants off. The lab was kinky, and while she did agree any first-timer for piss had an apprehensive look at first. “Have you done this before?” She asked, sitting at the foot of the bed just enough to be comfortable with her pussy hanging off the edge. \n\n\n“Maybe,” Lily hunkered into her shoulders, “Have you?” \n\n\n“Couple of times. Plenty of people enjoy being, uh, marked, as mine for the session. That’s why I made sure to get dressed before we do it. Slides right off the latex.”\n\n\n“You expect me to spill?”\n\n\n“I prepare for the worst.”\n\n\nNow it was Lily’s turn to laugh. Fiona let her for a few seconds before urging her pretty plaything to come hither, spreading her legs for the eager urinal. “I want you to get a good grip on my cunt. No slipping,” she urged, biting her lip as the hot breath of Lily’s maw blanketed her pussy. There was something just right about the way she looked between the bear’s. Almost as if she belonged there. In a way, she did. Fiona hoped to make that more true with every new session.\n\n\nThen she let go or tried to. It was one thing to use the toilet while others were watching, and a whole other thing when your friend is in the toilet. After a few soft starts and shaking breaths, Lily pulled off to ask what was wrong. Fiona forced her down by the back of the skull just as the stream released.\n\n\nRegular kegel exercises gave Fiona enough control to not drown her partner. The stream was slow but constant, a warm tank emptying from her. Lily, for her part, did her best to gulp it down. The bear’s paw keeping her there helped, but Fiona figured there was another reason why she wasn’t fighting so hard. \n\n\nWhat should have been a quick piss turned in a solid minute of holding and releasing for Lily to soak up. By the time they were down Lily was panting for breath. Fiona fought back the urge to kiss her, instead cradling her chin with one hand. That open maw looked so inviting, so eager. She spat in it. Lily lapped it up.\n\n\n“Good girl,”\n\n\nBack on the bed she laid the dog out and locked her wrists to the posts. From her bag, Fiona took out an oxygen tank, tubbing, and a special gas mask. “This pump in my hands will turn off the oxygen flow. All I need to do is squeeze. How long do you want me to hold it for you?”\n\n\n“As long as you want?” Lily grinned with her ears drooping.\n\n\nFiona shook her head, still smiling, “Not how this works. You give me a number, I follow it. Breathplay is serious.”\n\n\n“Thirty seconds?” \n\n\n“We’ll do twenty.”\n\n\nLily scowled, “Then why did you ask?” \n\n\nFiona unstrapped the mask, “Because,” she said, locking it over the dog’s face, “I wanted to know your expectations.”\n\n\nWith her phone, she set a timer. Thirty minutes with a beep every twenty seconds. The oxygen tank had enough air in it for three hours, so there was no risk of it running out. 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We’re far from done, so don’t think about getting up.” \n\n\nAfter lubing up her purple cock, Fiona unlocked Lily’s legs and pulled them up until they rested on the bear’s shoulders. She prodded the leftover lube against the eager hole, getting it nice and easy for her to push inside. Lily couldn’t stop moaning. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?” Fiona teased. She lined her cock up and pushed in. \n\n\nLily took a deep breath. Fiona sank in more, taking care to let her partner adapt with every inch inside before going to the next. Once deep enough for her liking, Fiona pulled back and pistoned back in. Slow at first, easing Lily into it, then she picked up speed. The bed creaked, the latex squeaked, and Lily grunted with every prostate-pounding thrust. \n\n\nThen she stopped. Lily’s mask looked up in betrayal just in time to see Fiona set a new timer. The bear caught a glimpse of her eyes widening when she squeezed the pump shut. Twenty seconds without air, followed by twenty seconds of pounding. Again, and again, and again.\n\n\nNot once did she touch Lily’s cock. She was sure the dog was begging for it, bleeding behind the muffling mask for a pump to finish her off. Fiona didn’t want to finish her off, not like that anyway. Lily wanted hardcore, and Fiona was going to give it to her. And hardcore didn’t give into any demand outside of the safe signals. Lily was her bitch to torment, her plaything to watch riggle under her weight. If Lily was to cum, it was on Fiona’s terms. \n\n\nLily threw her head back. Muffled cries escaped her mask. Her latex-covered cock shook once, twice, three times. Fiona stopped thrusting and grabbed the standing rod. She felt Lily’s seed seep underneath the latex with nowhere to go. So wet and goopy. She squeezed the head. Lily flailed into her bindings. Fiona smiled and twisted, then pumped the meager shaft with abandon. 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“What’s got you worked up?” Tom, the badger tending the bar, passed her a second water bottle. She paid him off without looking. Her attention was needed at the big black curtain separating the party from the club’s entrance.


“I’m not worked up,” Fiona flashed a grin. As a polar bear, she could simply tower over Tom to get him to lay off, but she didn’t like to intimidate people. Not without their consent anyway, or if they deserved it.


Ok, maybe she liked it a little.


Tom, no doubt seeing through her lies, leaned against the counter behind her. “So who are you meeting?” He asked.


“Lily,”


“Which one is Lily?” He asked after a pause, “Wait, do I know Lily? Or is she new to the scene?”


“She’s not that new. You don’t know everyone.”


He scoffed, “I know plenty.” She knew he was right, smug as he was about it. Tom had been volunteer bartending before Fiona entered the local BDSM community. He was a monolith for local kinksters.


Fiona gulped down her second bottled water. “And I’m not nervous.”


“Ok, you’re not. But let’s put in a hypothetical and say you are nervous. Why would you be if that was the case?”


She snapped back to stare at him with cold eyes. He carried a pert smile. The bear sighed, pushing a hand through her red hair in a moment of frustration. “She says she’s ready for hardcore.”


“Oh? I thought you loved playing hard?”


“I do. I’m just scared of scaring her off. There’s a fine line between people acting out their fantasies and people who keep them fantastical.”


He nodded as any BDSM veteran would, “You’ve played with her before?”


“Of course, plenty of times.”


“Then she trusts ya,” he said, adding, “Don’t get into your own head. This is supposed to be fun.”


That was easier said than done. Lily looked just as nervous asking it as Fiona felt now. Still, the two had a system in place. She gifted the black labrador a pair of earrings to wear, stating that if she did then they’d go hardcore. This gave them both time to plan and think things over, which led to Fiona renting one of the backrooms and stuffing it with equipment.


Tom offered a third bottle. Fiona didn’t realize she’d finished her second. She pulled out another dollar, “Thanks,” she wasn’t sure if it was for the advice or the drink. It didn’t matter, as Lily walked through the tarp under the shadow of a nervous scimbok.


Like Fiona, Lily had a thing for leather. But whereas the polar bear preferred black pants to match her jacket, the lab wore a skirt. She hugged herself tight and huddled, trying to blend into the darkness broken up by strobe lights. A pair of earrings dangled from her anxious ears. Fiona saw the triskelion symbol and smiled, flushing her nerves down the drain.


“Lily!” Fiona locked the dog in her customary bear hug when she got the chance, lifting her friend a good foot off the ground. The black lab let out a nervous little bark, chuckling anxiously when her two feet were back on the ground. She brushed her hand through her headfur and flicked her ears to let the piercings show. Fiona grinned, leaning close to whisper, “Are you ready for tonight?”


“I…y-yeah,” Lily bit her lips, “I might need a drink first.”


“No problem,” Fiona pointed a thumb over her shoulder, aiming for the bar, “Tom’s got whatever you need and then some. I’ll just head to the bathroom then we’ll head to the room I rented.”


She turned to leave but Lily grabbed her jacket’s sleeve. Even under the strobe lights her fur blotted the blush crossing her face, but not the restrained and excitable smile.


“Why…why don’t we solve both?” Her gaze shifted while her head cringed between her shoulders as though someone might jump her for suggesting it. “I mean…if you want.”


It took a moment or two for Fiona to understand what she meant. The realization hit her like a freight train. “Oh…” she grinned, lurching over her as much as their difference in height allowed. “Aren’t you a kinky girl? You sure you want to do that?”


Lily, shrinking in the bear’s shadow, nodded rapidly with a wagging tail behind her. Fiona lifted her up and wrapped her arm around the dog’s waist, “Then I’ll need to hold it. Just until I’m done with that mouth of yours.” She squeezed the dog’s cheeks underneath her skirt as they walked to the backroom. Fiona took her time, making sure the skirt was hiked up for everyone to see. If she squinted hard she might notice the red blush underneath her partner’s black fur.


The private rooms were nothing special. A basic bed big enough for two people, an X-cross on the wall, and sometimes a bondage horse or spanking chair. Having rented it early, Fiona had her bag of gear and toys waiting for her on the bed when they arrived. She promptly ignored it, pushing Lily to the wall and ravaging her mouth. Lily reciprocated when she could, but the bear’s strength and weight made the difference between struggle and not a blurry line. Then again, Lily treated both the same. Even in surrender, she had to play the victim, at least until the gear game out.


Fiona slipped the dog’s shirt up to expose her breasts. Strong hands cupped them, squeezing with firm slaps or gentle bites. Lily’s cock poked through her skirt like a tent, bouncing as the bear pulled the garment up.


“What do we have here?” Fiona whispered, “Is my puppy excited about what’s about to happen?” It was small enough for the bear to envelop it with one hand, making the full squeeze easy and the pumping minimal. Lily nodded in kind, still regaining her breath from the bear’s tongue assailing her maw.


“Then strip for me, Puppy,” Fiona was already pulling off her partner’s jacket, “We wouldn’t want anything to get ruined.” Of course, she wasn’t going to take second chances. Fiona pulled out the rubber suit she’d brought in her bag, measured for Lily’s size and shape, and with a fun little sleeve for her cock to slip through.


When handed the suit Lily froze. Her eyes locked to the black material in her hands while her tail picked up speed. “I…but what about…”


“I can hold it,” Fiona uttered, “Better you put in on first. Don’t keep me waiting.”


As with anyone new to latex, Lily needed help. Fiona was happy to give it, taking in an intimate interest in sliding the material up her partner’s legs. She weaved away from the blurring tail and giggled whenever the dog apologized. Once every crease on her legs was pinched, pulled, and patted smooth, Fiona pulled up higher. To her surprise, Lily’s shaft was the easiest to slip on. It helped that she was hard and throbbing.


With copious amounts of lube, the suit was pulled on. Everywhere under her head was a glossy black that shaped tight around her body. Every curve accentuated, every breath exemplified.


“How’s it feel?” Fiona pulled her close.


“Like…like a tight hug,” Lily said, “Kind of like how the gloves feel. It’s sticky without being sticky, pulling without ripping. It feels…restraining…”


“Without being constrained,” Fiona pecked her cheek, “Feels good, right?” With Lily’s nod, she added, “Imagine what the actual restraints will feel like.” Latex squeaked in the quick motion Lily made to plant her palms over her face. Fiona threw her head back with a laugh, taking several seconds to air it out before directing her latex puppy to the ground.


“Before that, we need to take care of business.”


Fiona thought she imagined Lily licking her lips when she pulled her pants off. The lab was kinky, and while she did agree any first-timer for piss had an apprehensive look at first. “Have you done this before?” She asked, sitting at the foot of the bed just enough to be comfortable with her pussy hanging off the edge.


“Maybe,” Lily hunkered into her shoulders, “Have you?”


“Couple of times. Plenty of people enjoy being, uh, marked, as mine for the session. That’s why I made sure to get dressed before we do it. Slides right off the latex.”


“You expect me to spill?”


“I prepare for the worst.”


Now it was Lily’s turn to laugh. Fiona let her for a few seconds before urging her pretty plaything to come hither, spreading her legs for the eager urinal. “I want you to get a good grip on my cunt. No slipping,” she urged, biting her lip as the hot breath of Lily’s maw blanketed her pussy. There was something just right about the way she looked between the bear’s. Almost as if she belonged there. In a way, she did. Fiona hoped to make that more true with every new session.


Then she let go or tried to. It was one thing to use the toilet while others were watching, and a whole other thing when your friend is in the toilet. After a few soft starts and shaking breaths, Lily pulled off to ask what was wrong. Fiona forced her down by the back of the skull just as the stream released.


Regular kegel exercises gave Fiona enough control to not drown her partner. The stream was slow but constant, a warm tank emptying from her. Lily, for her part, did her best to gulp it down. The bear’s paw keeping her there helped, but Fiona figured there was another reason why she wasn’t fighting so hard.


What should have been a quick piss turned in a solid minute of holding and releasing for Lily to soak up. By the time they were down Lily was panting for breath. Fiona fought back the urge to kiss her, instead cradling her chin with one hand. That open maw looked so inviting, so eager. She spat in it. Lily lapped it up.


“Good girl,”


Back on the bed she laid the dog out and locked her wrists to the posts. From her bag, Fiona took out an oxygen tank, tubbing, and a special gas mask. “This pump in my hands will turn off the oxygen flow. All I need to do is squeeze. How long do you want me to hold it for you?”


“As long as you want?” Lily grinned with her ears drooping.


Fiona shook her head, still smiling, “Not how this works. You give me a number, I follow it. Breathplay is serious.”


“Thirty seconds?”


“We’ll do twenty.”


Lily scowled, “Then why did you ask?”


Fiona unstrapped the mask, “Because,” she said, locking it over the dog’s face, “I wanted to know your expectations.”


With her phone, she set a timer. Thirty minutes with a beep every twenty seconds. The oxygen tank had enough air in it for three hours, so there was no risk of it running out. Fiona watched her prisoner adjust to her newfound bindings while latching the ankles to the bottom posts. Her cock stood tall, its latex shell a glossy black like the rest of her body. Once the tubbing was in place Fiona locked the latch and released the tank’s lever.


For the first twenty seconds, nothing special happened. Lily’s head twitched to adjust to the limited peripheral vision her mask provided, but that was to be expected. Then the air stopped. Her chest stilled and tightened like her fists as she conserved oxygen. Fiona knew the tiny prongs of panic going on in Lily’s mind. How her body demanded she breathe but the moment she’d try all that conserved air would vanish, leaving her aching for more. She hunched over her bound puppy, eyes locked at the terrified and aroused gaze staring back up through the thick lenses.


Then the air returned.


Assured after three minutes of watching that Lily could adapt, Fiona moved on to her next scheme. She hovered her free hand over the standing cock. When the timer went off, she squeezed both the tubing and her plaything’s cock, pumping the latter furiously as the lab gasped for air.


The latex lab writhed. Chains clanged with the fruitless struggles. “Hey, control yourself,” Fiona said with a sadistic if playful tone, “You’ll run out of oxygen if you keep doing that.” Not that the bear stopped teasing that cock. No, that was determined by the timer. As it rang, she let go of the throbbing black rod and let oxygen flow through. Lily’s whine made her shudder with ecstasy.


Fiona wished she could silence the alarm. It gave too much away. But in the end, it didn’t matter, she would replace Lily’s breath with pleasure and her pleasure with breath, continuing until she deemed otherwise. For kicks she started sucking the standing cock during the oxygen-deprived moments, lathering her tongue over that sleek black latex. Her little plaything tried to stay still, but the cruelty of being dulled to her lover's mouth made it impossible.


At thirty minutes Fiona stopped stalling the airflow. The bear crawled over her plaything, hand between her chest to feel that beating hard pounding through. She stared back at the lenses, meeting the dilated pupils staring straight back at her. Fona blew a kiss, leaning in to let Lily feel her entire weight crushing her.


“Don’t try to speak, just nod,” She commanded, waiting for her partner’s response, “Were you close?” Lily nodded, “How many times?” She raised one finger for the dog, then two, then three. At four she nodded. “And you didn’t burst?” Lily shook her head. “Good girl.”


Sliding off, Fiona pulled a strap-on harness and a purple dildo from her bag. “I’m going to unlock your legs. We’re far from done, so don’t think about getting up.”  


After lubing up her purple cock, Fiona unlocked Lily’s legs and pulled them up until they rested on the bear’s shoulders. She prodded the leftover lube against the eager hole, getting it nice and easy for her to push inside. Lily couldn’t stop moaning. “Eager little slut, aren’t you?” Fiona teased. She lined her cock up and pushed in.


Lily took a deep breath. Fiona sank in more, taking care to let her partner adapt with every inch inside before going to the next. Once deep enough for her liking, Fiona pulled back and pistoned back in. Slow at first, easing Lily into it, then she picked up speed. The bed creaked, the latex squeaked, and Lily grunted with every prostate-pounding thrust.


Then she stopped. Lily’s mask looked up in betrayal just in time to see Fiona set a new timer. The bear caught a glimpse of her eyes widening when she squeezed the pump shut. Twenty seconds without air, followed by twenty seconds of pounding. Again, and again, and again.


Not once did she touch Lily’s cock. She was sure the dog was begging for it, bleeding behind the muffling mask for a pump to finish her off. Fiona didn’t want to finish her off, not like that anyway. Lily wanted hardcore, and Fiona was going to give it to her. And hardcore didn’t give into any demand outside of the safe signals. Lily was her bitch to torment, her plaything to watch riggle under her weight. If Lily was to cum, it was on Fiona’s terms.


Lily threw her head back. Muffled cries escaped her mask. Her latex-covered cock shook once, twice, three times. Fiona stopped thrusting and grabbed the standing rod. She felt Lily’s seed seep underneath the latex with nowhere to go. So wet and goopy. She squeezed the head. Lily flailed into her bindings. Fiona smiled and twisted, then pumped the meager shaft with abandon. Such a sensitive little tool.


When she stopped the bound dog was left with nothing but labored breaths. Fiona pulled her dildo out and unbuckled her strap. She climbed over Lily, releasing the straps of her mask to let the dog breathe. Her cheeks were matted with tears.


“Was that hardcore enough?” Fiona asked, “Do you want to stop?”


Lily took three heavy breaths before shaking her head. Forgetting where that mouth had been, Fiona kissed her lips. Their tongues wrestled briefly, but Fiona would be lying if she said Lily put up any worthwhile resistance.


“We’re going to do one more thing, and then we’ll stop. Are you ok with that?” She asked. Lily nodded. With a smile, Fiona unlocked Lily’s cuffs and pushed her further down the bed. She turned, facing the dog’s cock while her dripping cunt hovered over Lily’s maw. She lowered herself, shuddering at the first tentative lick of Lily’s warm tongue against her.


She didn’t plan for this part. Fiona hadn’t thought ahead beyond the breathplay. But she knew Lily would feel guilty if she didn’t please Fiona, regardless of how much the bear enjoyed tormenting her partner. Her eager tongue made it all the more clear that Lily believed she needed to repay the favor. Meanwhile, Fiona nuzzled the softened cock, lapping at the latex sheath just to torment it a little more.


Then the rush of it hit her. Rippling through her body, Fiona braced herself to ensure she didn’t press her entire weight across Lily’s face. Their breathing mingled together once she got off. Fiona smelled herself across the lab’s snout as she cuddled up to her.


“So…how was it?” Fiona asked.


Lily stared up at the ceiling for a long moment. “I liked it. I thought you’d do something more painful.”


“Did you want me to?”


Lily blushed but shook her head. “No, no I think that would have scared me.”


“Agreed.”


“Did it scare you?”


Fiona blinked, taken aback by the question. “What?”


“This hardcore stuff. Did it scare you?”


Now it was Fiona’s turn to stare up at the ceiling in thought. There was an unsaid expectation that all doms were meant to present themselves as in control all the time. But how many admitted their faults at the end? “Yeah. The breathplay especially.”


“Scared I was going to pass out?”


“Are you going to tell me I shouldn’t have been?”


Lily didn’t answer. The two stayed there for several minutes, maybe more, and Fiona stopped keeping track. Finally, the black lab sat up. “Do they have showers here?” She asked, pulling at her latex bodysuit, “I don’t think I can wait until I get home to get clean.”


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