Not to be cucked. No, the pitbull loved being their special cuckpuppy. The damn chastity belt just kept her needy. Forever wanting to embrace the pleasure building up inside, only to be denied because it wasn’t her pleasure. She had given it, freely, to her lovers.
Her whines were silenced by wet fingers bracing against her lips. “Ah, ah, ah, shush now.” Helga whispered, “My little muffdiver needs a moment and we can’t have her waking with your pitiful little cries, now can we?” Rebecca’s breaths sped up. Each gasp for air carried the taste of her mistress from Helga’s fingers. She closed her mouth to stop it, stemming the desire to lick them clean.
The head of the house didn’t like that. She didn’t need to say it. Rebecca felt her thumb press against the pitbull’s lips, and the dog opened without question. “Good girl.” Helga teased, pressing her juice-drenched thumb against the flat tongue. “Does it taste any different, knowing that these fingers did what your tongue couldn’t?”
Her nubby tail wagged as she nodded. “Amy’s been such a slouch with training you.” The pig playfully sighed and patted her bitch’s face, “I told her, the day we decided to keep you, that I wouldn’t be responsible for your training. But I can’t just sit by and watch her waste your potential.” The metallic click of a belt unbuckling perked Rebecca’s ears. The pig’s arousal filled her nose, followed by a tight grip against the back of her head. “Lay down, come on now. Don’t worry, I have you.”
This was happening. Rebecca’s heart thumped against her chest like a drum solo as she was guided to the floor. Her back embraced the rubber mats, and the stench between her head mistress's legs grew stronger. “Now, I want you to start with some kisses. Remember to take it slow. Very few girls like it fast. And those that do…” In her mind’s eyes, she imagined Helga turning to a tired Amethyst and smiling, “Well, they like it when it's out of their control. In my experience anyway.”
She could taste the pig at the roof of her mouth. Rebecca pursed her lips and kissed up the thigh that Helga dragged her along. Then the weight of the pig pressed against her snout. “Now, you’ll want to start with broad and gentle pressure. Go slow. Do a good enough job, and I’ll reward my up-and-coming muffdiver with some time on the wand.”
As much as the idea of reward warmed her soul, Rebecca wanted one thing more. To pleasure her mistress. Anything else came second.
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