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Enjoy!", "writing": "“Just grab someone I can fuck already,” Astrid growled. Sylvia tried her best to ignore her, a difficult thing to do when Astrid could quite literally chew her ear, but growing up as a cerberus meant one had to learn how to tune in and out. \n\n\nOfficially, Sylvia was her name. It was on her license, on her papers, on the name of her lease, and more. Astrid and Liz, the two heads opposite of each other, were people but they were ruled as being aspects of her personality. She didn’t like that ruling since it devolved the two personalities of her other heads into her inner consciousness. Her ego and her id. The ying and the yang. There may have been some truth to it because Astrid kept voicing their shared frustrations. \n\n\n“I’m just saying that if we’re going to get laid, I’d rather top some squishy twink instead of some overzealous pick-up artist who thinks we’re a mountain to be conquered.” One such gentleman tried to intervene when she said that. Astrid, as fiery as the redness of her dyed hair, snarled to scare him off before he could utter a word. \n\n\nLiz, the green-haired dyed head, chuckled. Unlike Astrid, who let her hair wave wild, or Sylvia, who was fine with a simple part to the side, Liz covered one of her eyes to help build her mysterious nature. Given that the three heads could share thoughts if they wanted, there was little Liz could hide. She still acted like she knew better. “Don’t you ever get bored of being on top, Astrid?”\n\n\n“No,” Astrid said defensively, “I like being in charge.”\n\n\n“Then how come you’re not in the middle?” Liz asked. \n\n\n“Because Sylvia was born there, duh.”\n\n\nSylvia, having long since given up trying to appease her other heads, hung hers in embarrassment. Her only saving grace was that the club music overshadowed whatever argument her conjoined siblings could make. It did nothing to hide the image of two canine heads batting at one another, one snarling more with her lips ragged. She’d even worn a lovely purple dress for the evening. \n\n\nIt shouldn’t have been hard to get laid. Sylvia just wanted a good night with a stranger. But the more people reminded her of how imposing she was, the less she wanted someone to overpower in bed. In most circles being a switch was a fancy way of saying top for everyone else. She, however, just wanted at least one night under someone else’s leash. Preferably one who wasn’t focused on conquering her.\n\n\nSeeing the night as a bust, Sylvia called the barkeep to pay for her tab. He came with a purple martini instead. “Courtesy of the gentleman at the end.” \n\n\nAt the edge of the bar sat a short deer. No, not a deer. Sylvia squinted to note puppy-dog ears. Alluring green eyes stared back at her. They didn’t waiver like most pretty boys in her presence, nor did they burn with conquest at the sight of her. They simply watched her, saw the cerberus as another person at the bar. A simple smile and wave made her heart skip.\n\n\n“He’ll do,” Astrid said with contempt, “He looks squishy enough to bounce back.”\n\n\nSylvia agreed but kept her real reasons guarded. Towering over the heads of the crowd, she made her way over to her would-be suitor. The offered drink tasted of vodka and cranberry juice. His smile didn’t waver upon her approach. He didn’t seem perturbed by her at all. Even those who wished to top her found themselves second-guessing themselves up close. Sylvia tried not to smile. Liz did it for her. \n\n\n“Thanks for the drink,” Sylvia said, taking the spare seat next to him. “Do I get a name to go along with it?”\n\n\n“Purple dragon,” the dog boy said, pointing to her glass, “The drink, of course. My name is Ghu.”\n\n\nAstrid scoffed. Sylvia ignored her, “Tell me, Ghu, what brings you here tonight?”\n\n\n“Same as any, I suppose,” he took a sip from his drink, another martini, but pink. “The antlers are rea,l by the way.”\n\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n\n“Your left head is staring at them,” he pointed to Liz, who briefly blushed. “No offense taken, I get the look a lot. They are real. As for how and why, well, that’s a secret.”\n\n\n“I’m not one to judge something out of the ordinary,” Sylvia said.\n\n\nGhu’s laugh was cute yet controlling, like she was speaking up to him. “No, I suppose not. You are indeed extraordinary. It must be exhausting sometimes.”\n\n\nAstrid was about to speak, but Sylvia shut her up. “Sometimes. I assume you’re speaking from experience?”\n\n\n“In a manner, yes.”\n\n\nAstrid broke through, “Oh, for fucks sake, do you want to get fucked or not?” she asked. Sylvia’s heart skipped, pumping blood to her face to turn it a shade redder. Ghu raised his brow in Astrid’s direction, then looked back at Sylvia. “Well?” Astrid asked again, “Just say it and we can get this evening going. The sooner we get out of this place, the better.”\n\n\n“It depends,” Ghu said, leaning against the countertop. “See, I’m more interested in treating my would-be partners well. Now, I have no doubts you could get some enjoyment using me to your heart's content. But that’s not your heart’s content, is it?” \n\n\nSylvia shot a thought to Astrid to keep her mouth shut. She leaned in, casting a shadow over the tiny man as the multi-colored lights danced through the air. “And what would you know about my heart’s content?” Her heavy paw landed on his thigh. “Little man?”\n\n\nGhu did not falter. He tucked a finger under her chin, scratching at an itch as he directed her toward his emerald green eyes. “I know that you’re not looking to be someone’s muscle mommy tonight. All you want, and there is no shame in it, is to be someone’s good girl.”\n\n\nHer tail wagged without her consent. She couldn’t stop it. Liz giggled while Astrid growled, but they dared not command their body to pull away. \n\n\n“Did I hit the mark?” he asked with a face that already knew the answer. \n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nBeing a cerberus built like a brick shithouse did not come cheap. Sylvia’s apartment always turned heads when she brought newcomers over. Technically, it was a two-person apartment, and despite being one person, she had to fight legal battles to not be charged as three tenants. One would think that being recorded as one person would make that simple but there was always a court case when she moved. Over the years, those victories added up.\n\n\nGhu sauntered in unimpressed. Not in a rude manner, despite Astrid’s thoughts, but more in a focused manner. He came for one thing, her, and he’d be happy to do things wherever. Her body burned at that. She gulped, figuring it better to do it somewhere she had everything she wanted to use. \n\n\n“Do you have any other roommates I should worry about?” the cute dog asked, casually doffing his shoes by the mat at the door. \n\n\n“No. Just me and my sisters,” Sylvia said to the approving nod of the other heads. “No one will bother us.”\n\n\nHe nodded, taking a gander at the wide open floor space. “You told me you had a lot of gear that you don’t get to use. Anything that’s your favorite?”\n\n\n“I like gags,” Astrid said, “They keep pretty boys like you quiet.”\n\n\nGhu fluttered his eyelashes, “You think I’m pretty?”\n\n\n“I…” Astrid’s face matched her hair. Tongue-tied, she stammered and tried to play it off. Liz didn’t let her.\n\n\n“She’s been wanting to sit on your face,” the green-haired head said, “But I think Sylvy’s got a different idea in mind.”\n\n\nThe dog’s smile grew wide and cocky. “Does she now?” he said, taking a seat and crossing his legs, swinging his bare paw back and forth as a pendulum. “Pray tell, what does Sylvy want?”\n\n\n“To be a good girl.” Sylvia clamped her mouth shut as soon as she said it. It’d meant to be a thought, an innocent little jest to chuckle between her three heads. But now it was out in the open, and Ghu, adorable Ghu, tilted his head with interest. \n\n\n“Does she now?” He asked. With her nod he ushered her over, “Well, I think a good girl wouldn’t be hiding herself behind a pretty dress after taking her friend home. Would she? Strip and show me that temple you call a body.”\n\n\nHer body trembled at his command. Even Astrid kept herself quiet as they stripped out of their dress, slowly revealing her chiseled form. Abs, thighs, and arms were littered with enough muscle to twist the dog into a balloon poodle, but none would dare disobey. When finished, she stood tall, hands behind her center head, chest out, and legs shoulder-length apart. \n\n\n“Why are you standing like that?” He asked. Sylvia caught her tongue short of a reply. Her apology was cut short by a wave of his hand, “No, no, it’s fine. On your knees.”\n\n\nThis was her home. Her domain. Yet she felt a belonging on her knees in front of the man she’d just met. A sense of trust formed too quickly yet strong. Even as he graced her chin, she felt nothing but excitement knowing it would be a night she’d not soon forget. \n\n\n“Good girl.” His words were balm upon aching muscles. He inched his maw between Liz and Sylvia, whispering to the latter with a sultry but commanding voice, “Where is your gear?”\n\n\nAn anxiously excited finger waverly pointed to the room on the right. Her personal little dungeon where she kept everything naughty. Few people she brought home saw anything beyond that room and were only allowed in after her. Ghu walked in with deliberate slowness, as if knowing she would watch him the entire time. \n\n\n“Keep your heads down,” he commanded before slipping behind the door. Astrid growled at the command, but she complied, if a bit restrained compared to Sylvia and Liz. She tried to speak up, but Sylvia glared back. She needed this and she would not let her more dominant side ruin it.\n\n\nWithout a clock, she couldn’t tell the time it took for Ghu to return. It felt like ages. Her senses picked up things on his approach: a latex creak, the jingle of steel against steel, the smell of rubber. \n\n\nAstrid was first. Sylvia felt his hand on her red-headed head's skull, his gentle touch cooing her to submission as the collar locked in place. A blindfold came next, followed by a gag to keep her silent. She growled all the same, but it didn’t sound aggressive. Rather, she seemed at the end of her rebellion, putting up a front. \n\n\nHe skipped over Sylvia in favor of Liz, who took to the gear more eagerly. Her tail fanned about, brushing against his leg. Then came her collar. Sylvia bit her lip at the sensation of small delicate hands locking leather around her neck. Locking her status to that of a pet, property. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for further restraints that never came. \n\n\n“Look forward,” Ghu commanded. Her mouth dropped lower at the canine before her. Gone were his loose designer clothes, replaced by latex stockings and opera gloves his size and a tight black thong that left little to be imagined of his adorable cock. He covered his mouth with a hard black mask, but his eyes looked on with satisfaction at her reaction.\n\n\n“You’ve got plenty in my size,” he teased, closing her maw with the tip of his finger, “Seems to me you have a type.”\n\n\nShe envied Astrid and Liz for their gags because she was breathless in his presence. He chuckled softly and pulled out a bundle of black rope. “Now, I think we should start with a little bondage. Stand up.”\n\n\nIn no time at all, Sylvia realized he was far beyond her. With the help of a stool, he tied a rope harness around her body, being keen to ask where it was too tight and where it was too loose. He didn’t need to overpower her physically, just a few short commands allowed him to lock her arms behind her. When finished, he circled her, admiring the bound cerberus at every angle. Her tail refused to stop wagging. \n\n\n“Go ahead,” Ghu took his place on her couch, “Try to break free. Show me how strong you are.” \n\n\nThe ropes held her down. Her arms stayed locked, and her shoulders tensed. Her grunts and growls turned to whimpers and moans that Ghu looked towards with delight. Beckoning her over, he locked a leash around her collar. When he pulled, she followed, willfully giving up the resistance to play his bound victim. \n\n\n“That’s a good girl,” he teased, petting between her ears. “My big, strong girl.” The leash pulled her into his crotch, nose bracing the latex thong. She felt his cock harden, but attempts to slip it free were admonished. “Not yet,” he’d tell her, encouraging her tongue along the outline. His musk mixed with the rubber scent. She whined like a puppy for a treat and obeyed as his covered sack braced her wet nose. \n\n\n“I don’t know girls,” Ghu glanced at Liz and Astrid, “I don’t think she wants it enough.”\n\n\nAstrid’s growl lacked weight but it was Liz’s gagged nod that pulled his attention. “She could do so much more for it,” Liz said once her gag was removed. “She’s that desperate for it.”\n\n\n“Is she now?” Ghu asked. Sylvia clamped her mouth shut with embarrassment. Liz nodded. “Hmm…Sylvia, lie.”\n\n\nA simple dog command. An insult. A promise. Sylvia lay flat on her back, tensing when his latex paws trailed along her abs. With care, he removed the sock, stepping over to press sweaty toes against her face. “Give them a kiss,” he said softly, rubbing his paws over her snout. \n\n\nShe could flip him off. Arms be damned, she still had legs and enough weight to push him away. But that was Astrid’s thoughts. Astrid, who needed everything to be about showing dominance. Astrid, who found the idea of this little cutie topping her to be so offensive she gnawed into her gag like it would snap. But she was a part of Sylvia, and she knew that Sylvia wanted this. That this tiny, cute canine had complete superiority over her to walk over her face made her gush. \n\n\nHer tongue lathered the paws, slipping through the toes as Ghu ground them along her face. He was soft, gentle, but always in command. “Good girl,” he praised, adding a second foot. \n\n\n“She sure is,” Liz added, making sure to let every little secret out if it benefited Ghu. The little snitch made Sylvia’s face as red as Astrid’s hair.\n\n\nSatisfied with his drenched paws, Ghu wiped them clean along her chest and hoisted her back up. His cock stood free from the thong. It couldn’t have been no more than five, maybe six, inches, average to most and small to a big girl like her. But it might as well have been a foot long for how she felt under its shadow. \n\n\n“Come on now,” Ghu bounced his cock with one hand, leash taut in the other, “Your bone is waiting for you. You’ve earned it.” \n\n\nShe savored the taste, tongue curling around the shaft while she inched down her master’s rod. His praises were music to her ears and his fingers scratching between them at the right angle. Liz described every sensation Sylvia tasted, every inner thought, and desire. She supplied Ghu with the ammunition, and the canine simply stockpiled it. \n\n\n“That’s enough,” Ghu commanded and like a good girl Sylvia backed off, leaving a trail of saliva and pre from his cock to her maw. He promptly wiped it over her nose, cleaning himself and washing her with the stench of her submission. Like a treat, he kept it there, watching her desperate gaze with hidden glee. \n\n\nHe watched long enough for the saliva to grow cold on her face. Then, without a word, he strapped the gag back behind Liz’s teeth, pulled the leash taut to make Sylvia stand, and led her to the bedroom. \n\n\nNot her dungeon. Not the space of spanking benches, hooks, and restraints. Her space of normalcy. Sylvia bit her lip as her evening master waltzed into her abode, taking command with a look and a simple pat across her bed. \n\n\n“Where are the condoms?” He asked. She nodded to the drawer to her right. There he fished out a pack from several sizes, satisfied to find one that fit him. \n\n\nOn her back she settled, spreading her legs apart for full display. The ropes were loosened just enough to slip his cock in, easy to do with the drenched part underneath. Sylvia had taken larger, but the way he sank in made her shiver, like a held breath let go for the first time. By their gagged moans, Astrid and Liz felt the same, with the might of all three heads agreeing to lock her legs around Ghu’s body.\n\n\n“Someone’s eager,” he teased, going slow to fill her out. A torturous edge that brought her everything she needed. “Good girl,” he whispered, repeating the phrase until it was all her, Astrid, and Liz could think about. \n\n\nHer body rocked. Sylvia cried out. Heat surged like waves. Her legs locked harder, forcing Ghu into her. “Fuck, fuck,” Sylvia cried, biting her lip as if the pain could hold it back just a little longer.\n\n\n“Already?” Ghu asked, hiding his surprise, “I thought a big girl like you would last longer. Do you want me to stop?”\n\n\n“No!” Sylvia barked, ears furled when she realized her mistake. “No…master,”\n\n\nGhu’s face twisted in a way that she could notice his smile behind the mask. “Alright. Let’s keep going. We’ve got all night to keep you happy. 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Officially, Sylvia was her name. It was on her license, on her papers, on the name of her lease, and more. Astrid and Liz, the two heads opposite of each other, were people but they were ruled as being aspects of her personality. She didn’t like that ruling since it devolved the two personalities of her other heads into her inner consciousness. Her ego and her id. The ying and the yang. There may have been some truth to it because Astrid kept voicing their shared frustrations.


“I’m just saying that if we’re going to get laid, I’d rather top some squishy twink instead of some overzealous pick-up artist who thinks we’re a mountain to be conquered.” One such gentleman tried to intervene when she said that. Astrid, as fiery as the redness of her dyed hair, snarled to scare him off before he could utter a word.


Liz, the green-haired dyed head, chuckled. Unlike Astrid, who let her hair wave wild, or Sylvia, who was fine with a simple part to the side, Liz covered one of her eyes to help build her mysterious nature. Given that the three heads could share thoughts if they wanted, there was little Liz could hide. She still acted like she knew better. “Don’t you ever get bored of being on top, Astrid?”


“No,” Astrid said defensively, “I like being in charge.”


“Then how come you’re not in the middle?” Liz asked.


“Because Sylvia was born there, duh.”


Sylvia, having long since given up trying to appease her other heads, hung hers in embarrassment. Her only saving grace was that the club music overshadowed whatever argument her conjoined siblings could make. It did nothing to hide the image of two canine heads batting at one another, one snarling more with her lips ragged. She’d even worn a lovely purple dress for the evening.


It shouldn’t have been hard to get laid. Sylvia just wanted a good night with a stranger. But the more people reminded her of how imposing she was, the less she wanted someone to overpower in bed. In most circles being a switch was a fancy way of saying top for everyone else. She, however, just wanted at least one night under someone else’s leash. Preferably one who wasn’t focused on conquering her.


Seeing the night as a bust, Sylvia called the barkeep to pay for her tab. He came with a purple martini instead. “Courtesy of the gentleman at the end.”


At the edge of the bar sat a short deer. No, not a deer. Sylvia squinted to note puppy-dog ears. Alluring green eyes stared back at her. They didn’t waiver like most pretty boys in her presence, nor did they burn with conquest at the sight of her. They simply watched her, saw the cerberus as another person at the bar. A simple smile and wave made her heart skip.


“He’ll do,” Astrid said with contempt, “He looks squishy enough to bounce back.”


Sylvia agreed but kept her real reasons guarded. Towering over the heads of the crowd, she made her way over to her would-be suitor. The offered drink tasted of vodka and cranberry juice. His smile didn’t waver upon her approach. He didn’t seem perturbed by her at all. Even those who wished to top her found themselves second-guessing themselves up close. Sylvia tried not to smile. Liz did it for her.


“Thanks for the drink,” Sylvia said, taking the spare seat next to him. “Do I get a name to go along with it?”


“Purple dragon,” the dog boy said, pointing to her glass, “The drink, of course. My name is Ghu.”


Astrid scoffed. Sylvia ignored her, “Tell me, Ghu, what brings you here tonight?”


“Same as any, I suppose,” he took a sip from his drink, another martini, but pink. “The antlers are rea,l by the way.”


“Hmm?”


“Your left head is staring at them,” he pointed to Liz, who briefly blushed. “No offense taken, I get the look a lot. They are real. As for how and why, well, that’s a secret.”


“I’m not one to judge something out of the ordinary,” Sylvia said.


Ghu’s laugh was cute yet controlling, like she was speaking up to him. “No, I suppose not. You are indeed extraordinary. It must be exhausting sometimes.”


Astrid was about to speak, but Sylvia shut her up. “Sometimes. I assume you’re speaking from experience?”


“In a manner, yes.”


Astrid broke through, “Oh, for fucks sake, do you want to get fucked or not?” she asked. Sylvia’s heart skipped, pumping blood to her face to turn it a shade redder. Ghu raised his brow in Astrid’s direction, then looked back at Sylvia. “Well?” Astrid asked again, “Just say it and we can get this evening going. The sooner we get out of this place, the better.”


“It depends,” Ghu said, leaning against the countertop. “See, I’m more interested in treating my would-be partners well. Now, I have no doubts you could get some enjoyment using me to your heart's content. But that’s not your heart’s content, is it?”


Sylvia shot a thought to Astrid to keep her mouth shut. She leaned in, casting a shadow over the tiny man as the multi-colored lights danced through the air. “And what would you know about my heart’s content?” Her heavy paw landed on his thigh. “Little man?”


Ghu did not falter. He tucked a finger under her chin, scratching at an itch as he directed her toward his emerald green eyes. “I know that you’re not looking to be someone’s muscle mommy tonight. All you want, and there is no shame in it, is to be someone’s good girl.”


Her tail wagged without her consent. She couldn’t stop it. Liz giggled while Astrid growled, but they dared not command their body to pull away.


“Did I hit the mark?” he asked with a face that already knew the answer.




***




Being a cerberus built like a brick shithouse did not come cheap. Sylvia’s apartment always turned heads when she brought newcomers over. Technically, it was a two-person apartment, and despite being one person, she had to fight legal battles to not be charged as three tenants. One would think that being recorded as one person would make that simple but there was always a court case when she moved. Over the years, those victories added up.


Ghu sauntered in unimpressed. Not in a rude manner, despite Astrid’s thoughts, but more in a focused manner. He came for one thing, her, and he’d be happy to do things wherever. Her body burned at that. She gulped, figuring it better to do it somewhere she had everything she wanted to use.


“Do you have any other roommates I should worry about?” the cute dog asked, casually doffing his shoes by the mat at the door.


“No. Just me and my sisters,” Sylvia said to the approving nod of the other heads. “No one will bother us.”


He nodded, taking a gander at the wide open floor space. “You told me you had a lot of gear that you don’t get to use. Anything that’s your favorite?”


“I like gags,” Astrid said, “They keep pretty boys like you quiet.”


Ghu fluttered his eyelashes, “You think I’m pretty?”


“I…” Astrid’s face matched her hair. Tongue-tied, she stammered and tried to play it off. Liz didn’t let her.


“She’s been wanting to sit on your face,” the green-haired head said, “But I think Sylvy’s got a different idea in mind.”


The dog’s smile grew wide and cocky. “Does she now?” he said, taking a seat and crossing his legs, swinging his bare paw back and forth as a pendulum. “Pray tell, what does Sylvy want?”


“To be a good girl.” Sylvia clamped her mouth shut as soon as she said it. It’d meant to be a thought, an innocent little jest to chuckle between her three heads. But now it was out in the open, and Ghu, adorable Ghu, tilted his head with interest.


“Does she now?” He asked. With her nod he ushered her over, “Well, I think a good girl wouldn’t be hiding herself behind a pretty dress after taking her friend home. Would she? Strip and show me that temple you call a body.”


Her body trembled at his command. Even Astrid kept herself quiet as they stripped out of their dress, slowly revealing her chiseled form. Abs, thighs, and arms were littered with enough muscle to twist the dog into a balloon poodle, but none would dare disobey. When finished, she stood tall, hands behind her center head, chest out, and legs shoulder-length apart.


“Why are you standing like that?” He asked. Sylvia caught her tongue short of a reply. Her apology was cut short by a wave of his hand, “No, no, it’s fine. On your knees.”


This was her home. Her domain. Yet she felt a belonging on her knees in front of the man she’d just met. A sense of trust formed too quickly yet strong. Even as he graced her chin, she felt nothing but excitement knowing it would be a night she’d not soon forget.


“Good girl.” His words were balm upon aching muscles. He inched his maw between Liz and Sylvia, whispering to the latter with a sultry but commanding voice, “Where is your gear?”


An anxiously excited finger waverly pointed to the room on the right. Her personal little dungeon where she kept everything naughty. Few people she brought home saw anything beyond that room and were only allowed in after her. Ghu walked in with deliberate slowness, as if knowing she would watch him the entire time.


“Keep your heads down,” he commanded before slipping behind the door. Astrid growled at the command, but she complied, if a bit restrained compared to Sylvia and Liz. She tried to speak up, but Sylvia glared back. She needed this and she would not let her more dominant side ruin it.


Without a clock, she couldn’t tell the time it took for Ghu to return. It felt like ages. Her senses picked up things on his approach: a latex creak, the jingle of steel against steel, the smell of rubber.


Astrid was first. Sylvia felt his hand on her red-headed head's skull, his gentle touch cooing her to submission as the collar locked in place. A blindfold came next, followed by a gag to keep her silent. She growled all the same, but it didn’t sound aggressive. Rather, she seemed at the end of her rebellion, putting up a front.


He skipped over Sylvia in favor of Liz, who took to the gear more eagerly. Her tail fanned about, brushing against his leg. Then came her collar. Sylvia bit her lip at the sensation of small delicate hands locking leather around her neck. Locking her status to that of a pet, property. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for further restraints that never came.


“Look forward,” Ghu commanded. Her mouth dropped lower at the canine before her. Gone were his loose designer clothes, replaced by latex stockings and opera gloves his size and a tight black thong that left little to be imagined of his adorable cock. He covered his mouth with a hard black mask, but his eyes looked on with satisfaction at her reaction.


“You’ve got plenty in my size,” he teased, closing her maw with the tip of his finger, “Seems to me you have a type.”


She envied Astrid and Liz for their gags because she was breathless in his presence. He chuckled softly and pulled out a bundle of black rope. “Now, I think we should start with a little bondage. Stand up.”


In no time at all, Sylvia realized he was far beyond her. With the help of a stool, he tied a rope harness around her body, being keen to ask where it was too tight and where it was too loose. He didn’t need to overpower her physically, just a few short commands allowed him to lock her arms behind her. When finished, he circled her, admiring the bound cerberus at every angle. Her tail refused to stop wagging.


“Go ahead,” Ghu took his place on her couch, “Try to break free. Show me how strong you are.”


The ropes held her down. Her arms stayed locked, and her shoulders tensed. Her grunts and growls turned to whimpers and moans that Ghu looked towards with delight. Beckoning her over, he locked a leash around her collar. When he pulled, she followed, willfully giving up the resistance to play his bound victim.


“That’s a good girl,” he teased, petting between her ears. “My big, strong girl.” The leash pulled her into his crotch, nose bracing the latex thong. She felt his cock harden, but attempts to slip it free were admonished. “Not yet,” he’d tell her, encouraging her tongue along the outline. His musk mixed with the rubber scent. She whined like a puppy for a treat and obeyed as his covered sack braced her wet nose.


“I don’t know girls,” Ghu glanced at Liz and Astrid, “I don’t think she wants it enough.”


Astrid’s growl lacked weight but it was Liz’s gagged nod that pulled his attention. “She could do so much more for it,” Liz said once her gag was removed. “She’s that desperate for it.”


“Is she now?” Ghu asked. Sylvia clamped her mouth shut with embarrassment. Liz nodded. “Hmm…Sylvia, lie.”


A simple dog command. An insult. A promise. Sylvia lay flat on her back, tensing when his latex paws trailed along her abs. With care, he removed the sock, stepping over to press sweaty toes against her face. “Give them a kiss,” he said softly, rubbing his paws over her snout.


She could flip him off. Arms be damned, she still had legs and enough weight to push him away. But that was Astrid’s thoughts. Astrid, who needed everything to be about showing dominance. Astrid, who found the idea of this little cutie topping her to be so offensive she gnawed into her gag like it would snap. But she was a part of Sylvia, and she knew that Sylvia wanted this. That this tiny, cute canine had complete superiority over her to walk over her face made her gush.


Her tongue lathered the paws, slipping through the toes as Ghu ground them along her face. He was soft, gentle, but always in command. “Good girl,” he praised, adding a second foot.


“She sure is,” Liz added, making sure to let every little secret out if it benefited Ghu. The little snitch made Sylvia’s face as red as Astrid’s hair.


Satisfied with his drenched paws, Ghu wiped them clean along her chest and hoisted her back up. His cock stood free from the thong. It couldn’t have been no more than five, maybe six, inches, average to most and small to a big girl like her. But it might as well have been a foot long for how she felt under its shadow.


“Come on now,” Ghu bounced his cock with one hand, leash taut in the other, “Your bone is waiting for you. You’ve earned it.”


She savored the taste, tongue curling around the shaft while she inched down her master’s rod. His praises were music to her ears and his fingers scratching between them at the right angle. Liz described every sensation Sylvia tasted, every inner thought, and desire. She supplied Ghu with the ammunition, and the canine simply stockpiled it.


“That’s enough,” Ghu commanded and like a good girl Sylvia backed off, leaving a trail of saliva and pre from his cock to her maw. He promptly wiped it over her nose, cleaning himself and washing her with the stench of her submission. Like a treat, he kept it there, watching her desperate gaze with hidden glee.


He watched long enough for the saliva to grow cold on her face. Then, without a word, he strapped the gag back behind Liz’s teeth, pulled the leash taut to make Sylvia stand, and led her to the bedroom.


Not her dungeon. Not the space of spanking benches, hooks, and restraints. Her space of normalcy. Sylvia bit her lip as her evening master waltzed into her abode, taking command with a look and a simple pat across her bed.


“Where are the condoms?” He asked. She nodded to the drawer to her right. There he fished out a pack from several sizes, satisfied to find one that fit him.


On her back she settled, spreading her legs apart for full display. The ropes were loosened just enough to slip his cock in, easy to do with the drenched part underneath. Sylvia had taken larger, but the way he sank in made her shiver, like a held breath let go for the first time. By their gagged moans, Astrid and Liz felt the same, with the might of all three heads agreeing to lock her legs around Ghu’s body.


“Someone’s eager,” he teased, going slow to fill her out. A torturous edge that brought her everything she needed. “Good girl,” he whispered, repeating the phrase until it was all her, Astrid, and Liz could think about.


Her body rocked. Sylvia cried out. Heat surged like waves. Her legs locked harder, forcing Ghu into her. “Fuck, fuck,” Sylvia cried, biting her lip as if the pain could hold it back just a little longer.


“Already?” Ghu asked, hiding his surprise, “I thought a big girl like you would last longer. Do you want me to stop?”


“No!” Sylvia barked, ears furled when she realized her mistake. “No…master,”


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