Damn it, woman, get the hell out of here! Isaac mentally cursed, feeling a severe case of blue balls settling in.
Against his desires, the romantic evening was again broken, this time by the ringing of the woman’s phone. Answering it, she sat down on the end of the bench. She paid no attention to her dogs, which had now found something far more interesting than wrestling. They had found the spray from Holly’s orgasm on the other end of the bench and wanted to thoroughly investigate.
Hearing the woman’s conversation, Isaac surmised that she may be there for a while, and he and Holly would have to wait her out. But he wanted to continue fucking his slave so badly, he thought his balls would explode. Perhaps it was time for a little more fun…
“Holly, time to play the quiet game,” he whispered in her ear while pulling the bean-sized vibrator out of his pocket from the movie theater.
Before Holly could say anything, he inserted it into her wet pussy and turned it on, setting it all the way to the highest setting. About to cry out, she was silence by Isaac’s hand over her mouth. Wasting no time, he lifted her up with his free hand and entered her asshole with his cock. Holly blinked through the tears as he pulled her all the way down onto his powerful dick, making her feel like he would rip her open.
“Come on, start riding. That’s an order.”
Completely terrified of being discovered but subservient to her Master’s demands, Holly forced herself to push up with her legs and raise her pelvis. Just like before, it took time for her to become accustomed to this position, especially since she was leaning back and having to use her legs, but she slowly got the hang of it. Her anus was throbbing from the pain of Isaac’s cock stretching it, even after years of training at the hands of her sisters. At least in the shower, the warm water had helped her loosen up. Right now she felt like her ass was made of cold rubber bands.
Taking his hand off her mouth, he instead returned to their favorite trick of gagging her with her panties. Now with both hands, he reached up and squeezed her breasts hard, while at the same time, countering her rises and falls by thrusting straight up into her asshole. Even with the fabric underwear stuffed in her mouth, it was a true struggle for Holly to keep from screaming in euphoria.
Not only did she have the vibrator buzzing in her pussy like a humming bird going through detox, but Isaac was simultaneously ravaging her asshole like a heartless machine and brutally crushing her breasts in his grip. It was a masochistic trifecta, more than enough to make her orgasm.
But she fought against the sensation, knowing that she could never contain her voice. She had been lucky in the movie theater, but the climaxes she was anticipating would definitely be some of the strongest in her life. She was so afraid of being discovered but she didn’t know how she would deal with the strain.
Even though Isaac was teasing Holly through this exhibitionist act, he was trying his hardest not to make any noises. He carefully picked what spots on the ground his body touched, how much weight or force he put down, and where everything was that could make a sound. But regardless, there of course was the unavoidable crushing of leaves and pine needles beneath.
In reality, these were the softest noises in the forest at night, but to Holly, every crushed leaf might as well have been the crashing of symbols. Any second now, that woman would hear them, shout and ask if there was anyone out there, or even come into the woods after them.
“There we go!” Isaac grunted softly, firing every shot he had straight up into Holly’s asshole.
The intense heat and pressure she felt fill her sent her toppling over the edge. She lost her control, cumming again and again and like she was an orgasm machine gun. Against her will, her voice slipped out and she cried in happiness. As soon as she realized her mistake, she covered her mouth and silenced herself. Down the hill, the dogs had heard her but the woman had just shrugged it off as a crow nearby. Having finished her conversation, she put her phone away and stood up.
“Ok, you furry bastards, let’s go home,” she said sweetly to the two hyper terriers. She continued on down the path, while up the hill, Isaac and Holly were gasping for air and soaked in each other’s bodily fluids.
“Ok, you cute little mutt, let’s go home and get you into bed,” Isaac said as he scratched Holly behind the ears.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered with a loving smile.
It was a bright sunny day when Holly stepped out of the diner. After a long day’s work, she was eager to go back home. She couldn’t wait to shed her waitress uniform and don the dog collar that solidified her role as her Master’s pet. It had been a month since she moved in with Isaac and they had long-since established their routine.
Each morning, she would wake Isaac up with a loving blowjob and a breakfast fit for a king. If they had time, they could have sex, then get dressed, and Isaac would drive her to work before heading off to whatever job he had been hired to do. After work, Holly would walk home (or take the bus if the weather was poor), and as soon as she entered the apartment, she would strip naked and put on her dog collar, not feeling complete or comfortable unless she had it on.
Normally having a few hours before Isaac returned home, she would do any chores that needed to be done or simply lie in their bed and pleasure herself, overjoyed at being enveloped by her Master’s scent.
Anticipating his arrival, she would prepare dinner, then wait by the door for her Master, like a black lab pup wagging her tail. Depending on his level of energy when he arrived home, Isaac would either immediately mount her and fuck her like a machine, or just crash on the couch so that he and Holly would enjoy a hot dinner and watch TV. She would curl up against him like a purring cat, desperate for attention and affection.
A small grin on his face, Isaac would continue to watch the TV while working his fingers between her legs, stirring her wet pussy with almost artistic skill. After a relaxing evening, they would take a nice hot shower together and go to bed with just enough energy to fuck until passing out.
Walking down the street, Holly’s mouth watered as she imagined what her Master would do to her. He told her he had something special in mind, something that would make her scream is masochistic joy.
Holly was lying in bed, her arms and legs tied to the four corners of the frame. Covering her eyes was one of Isaac’s bandanas and stuffed in her mouth was a gag. Already she was enjoying this, but she knew her Master had more for her.
“Ok, Holly, remember, snap your fingers if it hurts too much or you want to stop. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
The warning only heightened her excitement and curiosity, and she eagerly nodded for Isaac to continue. He reached into his bedside table and pulled out something he had bought online. It was a pair of metal nipple clamps, joined together by a wire with a control box in the middle. He secured them to her breasts, making her whine as they squeezed her tender flesh. This was nothing new to her, her sisters used to love putting clothespins on her nipples. Inside the control box was a nine-volt battery, the negative end leading to one clamp and the positive end leading to the other.