“You are now in Bitch Mode. The scene doesn’t end until this comes off. Hands behind your back, good girl. Now, bitch, when I ask you questions, you will need to answer in full sentences. I don’t want to hear just yes or no answers.”
“Yes, Daddy. I will answer fully.”
“Good bitch. Now, what do you want today?”
“I want Duke to lick my pussy.”
I waited a moment, then yanked a little on her leash, startling her. “What else, Melanie?”
“I want to… I want to give him pleasure, Daddy.”
I yanked harder on her leash.
“Speak the words, you have to speak plainly.”
Clearing her throat, she tried again.
“I want to suck Duke’s cock. I want him to cum in my mouth.”
“Better, and who is Duke, put it all together for the camera, bitch.” I pointed to the camera over my right shoulder.
“I want to suck our dog’s cock. I want him to cum so I can taste dog cum.”
“Very good. And what else do you want Duke to do?”
She looked at the ground. “It’s embarrassing, Daddy. Do I have to say it out loud?”
I slightly yanked her chain a little, she lifted her head and looked at me as I glared at her.
“Say it.”
“I want him to mount me.”
Slap!
Right across her face, her left cheek. Her hair flew as her head spun to her right.
“I’m getting tired of your obstinance! Now answer properly!”
Her left cheek turned a shade of pink almost instantly. I had never slapped her face before, but she knew it was part of my fantasy. Still, she was rather shocked by it. She began to lift her left hand as if to rub her cheek with it. I grabbed her wrist, hard, and stared into her eyes.
She relaxed, looked down at the ground for a few moments before raising her head and staring into the camera.
“Thank you, Daddy. I want our dog, Duke, to fuck me. I want him to knot in me, tie with me, and fill me with his dog cum. I want… I want to be his bitch, Daddy.”
“Very Good, little bitch. Anything else?”
“I want… I want you to Dominate me, own me… use me as hard as you want to, Daddy. Do… anything to me. I need…”
She looked down at the ground again, her shoulders slumping as she tried to turn away from the camera.
“Say it, little one.”
“I need,” she said into the camera. “I need you to punish me. For my sins. Please punish me hard.”
I pulled her chain to me, she stumbled a bit and I caught her. I kissed her firmly, lovingly, our mouths open and wet.
“This might be the last time I kiss you all day, my love.”
We kissed passionately, our tongues working feverishly in our hot mouths. My hand grazed her pussy lips and found her soaking wet.
After several moments, our lips parted and both of us breathed hard. The excitement was palpable.
“Melanie, I love you.”
Before she could respond, I slapped her face firmly, the other cheek this time. I couldn’t have her unbalanced, after all.
“Now, down. On all fours, like a good little bitch.”
She got down on her hands and knees, and nuzzled her head against my left leg. I grabbed the little square sports camera so I could get some good close ups.
“With me,” I commanded as I pulled her leash. Melanie began crawling on her hands and knees beside me, like a good little bitch.
I had my little sports camera on a stick, and I held it at length and pointed it right at her ass as she crawled naked on all fours. It was filming upside down, but that’s easy to flip over when I edit the movie together. All told, I had seven cameras to film the action. Two were mounted permanently inside the house and one outside, my little sport camera on a stick, and three more on tripods. The mounted cameras fed to a computer drive while the others would require the occasional change of memory cards and batteries. All of my tripod and sport cams were set to record at high speed and 4K resolution. That meant I could have them playback in slow motion if I desired, or regular speed.
I walked Melanie to the corner of our loft, which was pretty cool in and of itself. It was an old six-story factory that built machine parts and, for whatever reason, part of the top floor had the roof and walls cut out and exposed. I guess they needed some outdoor space for part of their processes. Anyway, as part of my remodeling the loft to make it livable, we put in a bunch of ceiling-high glass windows and a glass slider to this outside portion of the loft. This outside area was about forty by fifty feet and was blocked off from the outside view by a six foot wall. For Duke, we Astro-Turfed most of it. There was a concrete patio area with a table and chairs, and next to it, I fenced off a ten by ten foot section with tall chain-link fencing. That section had no AstroTurf either, just bare concrete and Duke’s bowls and a dog bed/pillow.
The best part of the outside space was that none of it was visible from any other buildings so we could suntan in the nude, as well as other things. We were also high enough that any noises made up here were drowned out at the street level.
At this point, Duke, was fired up. I left him outside while Melanie and I got ready. As I walked Melanie along the inside of the windows, Duke jumped up and down, barked, and pawed at the glass. We stopped short at the sliding glass door, I wanted to point out a few things to her first.
“Little bitch, do you see that rack over there? Tell me what you see.”
“Yes, Daddy. I see two, no three floggers of different lengths. Are they real leather, Daddy? I hope so.”
“Yes they are, keep going.”
“Well, there’s also some paddles, handcuffs, um… chain, are those nipple clamps? Daddy has been shopping without me!”
“Good girl. Now look down in the corner, what do you see?”
Her eyes followed my pointed finger and she visibly stiffened, a look of fear washing over her face.
“Is that… a cane? Daddy… please no… I will be good. I promise you, Daddy, please…”
I chuckled at her. “We probably don’t need that”, I assured her. “You’ll have to beg me for that, or be really disobedient. Either way, it’s up to me. Everything from now on is up to me. But that is made of rattan, not bamboo. Rattan holds up much better and gives better welts…”
I let her ponder that for a few moments.
Duke, meanwhile, barked and jumped at the glass. He just loved us, and we loved him. He was part of our family, and although I was the one who first got him out of his cage at the rescue shelter, and I was the one who brought him home, he really loved Melanie the most. They had a special bond that surpassed what he and I had. That being said, we were good buddies; he recognized me as the alpha, and was quick to try and please me by following orders.
I cracked the door open so I could talk to Duke. I wanted Melanie to be able to get outside without being molested.
“Duke. Cage. Stay.” And I snapped my fingers and pointed to his fenced in area. He ran over there and sat down quickly, watching us intently. Little mewls and whines snuck out of him as he struggled to obey me.
I walked Melanie over to this wooden contraption I built. Essentially it was like one of those wedge sex pillows you can buy. But this one was custom made to Mel’s height from her knee to her hip so she could kneel down doggy-style and get perfect support. Being wood, it wouldn’t “give” like a soft pillow; whatever was given to Mel, she would bear the full brunt of it.