The Fort Part 1 Getting to Friday
Chapter 6- Good dog
© L 2025
Once I have turned, I push my ass up and spread my legs, my opening glistening before you. You stroke my body with your hands. Down my back, down my tail, down my legs. Then one hand on my leash pulling my head up and slightly back, the other on my hip, you line up your big throbbing member, and push quickly into me. My body lurches forward with the momentum, and I bite down on my toy making it squeak as I let out a large moan of pure bliss. I haven’t even realised I have made the toy squeak until the tawse across my ass snaps me back to reality.
You fuck me deep and hard, letting out your own animalistic groans of pleasure. Fucking me harder and harder, it takes all my concentration to stay on all fours as you fuck me vigorously, intensity building, I needed this, wanted this, and fuck I need to cum. Being used, reduced to an animal, unable to even tell you how much I enjoy how rough you are being. When the toy squeaks, I feel the inevitable sharp sting, wholy shit it hurts, but it feels euphoric after having you absent for two days. You fuck me roughly, your objective to make the toy squeak. My objective to make it not, while not buckling under your thrusts.
The sex is relentless, primal, and continues far beyond what I expect, you enjoy feeling every stroke rubbing against the plug, I do everything to not cum, I do not have permission. But eventually you slow and pull out. We both take a moment, we are both out of breth. The toy in my mouth is soaking from my saliva. 'Turn to face me bitch', you say still panting. I turn slowly, my body still tingling. Facing you, you hold out your hand and tell me to give you the toy. I drop it once again in your hand and you set it to the side, and take your water bottle, ordering me to open my mouth. You hold the water bottle up and allow me to drink from it.
Not too much, just to rehydrate for a moment, then you take a long drink yourself. Putting it down, you stroke my head, and without saying another word you pull my leash so my head comes face to face with your cock. I instinctively open my mouth, but without an order to suck your cock I resist, although I can't help but lick the tip. 'Oh, want my cock that badly'? You ask and I 'ruff, ruff', licking it again. You stop teasing me, and slide your cock into my mouth and throat. I suck your cock as you thrust deeper, feeling the back on my throat. While you can enjoy watching me suck your cock like the hungry whore I can definitely be while you sit back. You prefer fucking me, playing an active role in using my mouth just as you do all my holes.
They are yours, you own them, you fuck them when and how you want. Allowing me to pleasure your cock allows me control, and that is something you seldom give. As you fuck my mouth I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. My hips gyrate, I am literally a dog in heat, wanting one thing. I don't even realise I am thrusting as if you are still behind me, and when you notice you slam your cock down my throat and hold my head so I can't move. I instinctively struggle, and you order me to look at you. With my throat full of your cock, my face buried in your crotch, I glance up at you as much as I can. My eyes water from the pressure, I fight my gag reflex, and a tear falls down my cheek. When I stop struggling you say, 'you really think my bitch gets to cum before her owner today'? 'Ooff', I attempt to say, although it's completely unintelligible. 'Good, I didn't think so. After me catching your music too loud, you are very close to having your fort weekend taken away'.
I know you are being more than serious, so I calm myself, and you feel my throat relax just very slightly. Slowly you again start fucking my mouth, but I no longer thrust, or move my hips. My desperation to cum hasn't dissipated, but I don't want to disappoint you. I let you fuck my mouth just like any other hole, I suck you, desperate to please you, saliva drips down my chin and your cock glistens. The relentless fucking of my pussy already made you ready to explode, but today you want to cum on me, not in me. You pull out and within seconds cover my face, hair, some of my back. You wipe the remaining drips on my lips, on my face, and you slowly slump back on the bed, admiring me. I sit up and it drips down onto my tits.
You love seeing me wear your cum. Without direction I don't move, until you finally order me to run you a hot bath. As I step from the bed I once again get onto all fours, and you watch me crawl into your bathroom, my tail swinging from side to side. I run your bath as ordered and when it is ready you pick up the bottle of water, and fill my dog bowl with some, finishing the rest yourself. You walk into the bathroom stroking my head, down my back and stroking my tail on the way past, saying 'good dog'. As you step into the bath you order me to drink all the water in my bowl, and tidy the bedroom ready for you.
I crawl away from your view, and you sit back and relax. I crawl to my bowl and drink half the water, lapping it up, thirsty after our play session. I straighten your bed, put your clothes from the day into your laundry along with my dog toy, and place the tawse back on the wall, still feeling the strikes from it. I only stand when I have to, the rest of the time I do as you order, and crawl. Finally, I return to my water bowl and finish my water as ordered. Then return to you in the bathroom. You order me to relax and I sit on the floor of your bathroom, taking the weight off my knees.
Having already washed yourself, a few minutes later you get out, grabbing a new warm towel from the towel rail. Drying yourself you unclip my leash, ordering me to get in the bath on all fours, and as I do this you disappear into your bedroom, you put on some shorts and return to me. You bend down and wash me lovingly. When you reach my tail you remove it, washing it, and then clean my ass. You place two fingers in my pussy and I instantly moan with pleasure. 'I said you wouldn't cum before me, I never said you wouldn't cum at all'. You tell me gently, as you finger fuck my pussy deeply, hard, playing with my clit, within moments I am turned on, fucking your fingers, the water splashing. It's tempting to continue to call me derogatory names, as I literally fuck your fingers like a dog, but you refrain. 'You want to cum don't you' you say gently, and I answer 'ruff'. You don't make me beg, you don't make me work for it, this is my reward for being a good little bitch for you tonight.
Seconds later I scream cumming on your fingers, gripping the bath for stability as I finally get the release I have desperately wanted, and needed. Once I have cum you go back to washing me. Cleaning the drying cum from my body, my tits and my face, and you wash my hair. When you are satisfied I'm clean you order me to stand and get out. You dry me with as much love and kindness as you washed me, my aftercare your only priority now as you say 'you'll be sleeping in your dog bed tonight, but as my girl, not my pet. You can speak, and walk normally'. 'Thank you Sir', I reply as I let you lead me to my bed.