Role Play BDSM Erotica
"Diamond Dogs, Part 1," a Licorice Whips Sex Story by V.C.
A fantasy is only a fantasy, as my husband has always said. I decided to leave him for seven months to “find myself” so to speak. Unbeknownst to him, I was really escaping from our married life to fulfill a fantasy that he wasn’t able to give me. He would think I was crazy, mad, or insane. That I am.
It was on a day in December when I drove to a mansion in the middle of nowhere. A mansion of an affluent stranger, a dominatrix, who had a certain fetish that most would find quite bizarre and unusual.
I was more than ready to give up my soul to be part of that unusual world. *****
Latex Bitch by Michael Manning (prints available at ObsessionArt.com, starting at $29.95)
“Madame X, there is a woman who is here to see you…”
I was nervous and on edge, simply because of the strict firmness of this buxom black woman making introductions. She was dressed in a vamp-style, body hugging, black latex pencil skirt and a white latex corset. Madame X was stitched across the front.
“What for?” she said. The voice was wicked, with a heavy French accent.
The way she said it made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t see Madame X’s face; she was sitting on a tall leather chair, like that of a queen, back turned, looking out of her window with a view of her extravagant property.
“She would like to be—“
“I wasn’t asking you, Madame Chanelle,” Madam X snapped. “I was asking the girl.”
She said the word girl with a pinch of disdain, and a mighty dose of bitch. Madame Chanelle, with her rattan cane by her side, cocked her head up, her blood red lips pursed, waiting for me to speak. My lips trembled; as words were about to come out of my mouth, a naked foot appeared alongside Madame X’s armrest, propped upward, toes curled, slightly limp and relaxed. It wasn’t Madame X’s foot. She was wearing a pair of black ballet boots, tapping them impatiently. I tried to focus and look away, but I was mesmerized. The back of the foot had a prominent dark red X that looked as if it was freshly branded on the flesh, raw and permanent. I was in delirious shock.
“Well?” she hissed, still turned away from us.
I couldn’t stop staring at that foot and its valiant stamp of ownership. My nipples perked, protruding through the delicate fabric of my blouse. I didn’t dare ask who was there. I figured that it was one of her “Diamond Dogs.”
I shrieked in shock when M. Chanelle interrupted my thoughts by raising her cane with a mighty blow against my bottom. Hard. It took only one smack to create such agonizing pain. It spread like poison ivy, creeping from my bottom all the way down to the tip of my toes. Stinging. Throbbing. Screaming. I had to hold the tears back as I responded, with my knees to the floor, begging, “My name is Dina. I’m a twenty-three year old housewife who eagerly, desperately wants to be the new addition to your pet collection.”
I heard Madame X snicker with mockery. Madame Chanelle stood stern and militant, her lips curling with a conniving air. Beads of sweat swelled on my breasts; my body heat increased, perpetuating just how embarrassed, awkward, and scared I was at that moment. I sat on my knees still, paralyzed, as I was bowing to the empress.
“Ça suffit!”
She turned around, meeting me face to face. Her dark eyes pierced into my blue ones, sharp as a blade. She wore a gorgeous, skin-tight latex black and white corset, which showcased her voluptuous breasts, and a dangerously elegant Victorian style vinyl black skirt that cascaded down her curvaceous bottom to her ankles. Her luxurious hair was dark and long, falling down to the small of her back. She was tall, easily towering over me. She wore black lipstick on her naturally plump lips. Her arms were muscular and defined, suggesting that the rest of her body was just as powerfully militant and masculine. I looked up into her eyes, enamored with her beautiful, stern mouth. I also noticed, and started to salivate over, the woman that was on her lap.
She was an extremely petite, golden haired thing, perched on Madame X’s lap like a lazy pooch, her hands tucked underneath her naked breasts. Her hair was put into bouncy pigtails, giving the illusion that she had the ears of a Papillion dog. The tip of her nose was painted black and there were black whiskers drawn along her cheeks. She had a black collar around her neck, which also had the letter X on it, encrusted with diamonds. Her heart-shaped tag was engraved with the name “TINKERBELL.” She was practically naked, except for a tight-fitted vinyl pink skirt that was open at the bottom. She wore a doggy-tail butt plug that perfectly matched that of her dog breed. She glared at me with a spark of sly innocence; a loveable canine was she, until that stare transformed into anger and jealousy, like that of an overprotective, violent pup. Madame X caressed her chin as her eyes stalked me from head to toe, making me quiver.
“Undress her.”
Madam X snapped her fingers, and Madame Chanelle yanked my hair, rooting me up from the ground and pulling my head back tightly. She unbuttoned my blouse quickly, ripping it off my body, and then shoved my skirt down to my feet, kicking off my shoes. A soft moan flew from my mouth as she hurriedly ripped off my bra, exposing my breasts, leaving my underwear on. My nipples were so hard, pointed, dark, overexcited. Madame X’s eyes widened. Ever so slightly, her tongue glided over her lips as she stopped stroking Tinkerbell’s neck. Tinkerbell didn’t look too happy about that.
“Beautiful,” Madame X smiled. “I like what I see.”
Tinkerbell gave me the evil eye; a low and heavy canine-like growl erupted from her mouth. She exposed her teeth with a scowl and jumped off Madame X’s lap, hurling herself on top of me, knocking us both down to the floor with a thud. Her teeth latched onto my nipples; she bit into it with all her might, her grip so fucking strong. I screamed with agony, trying to push her off, and then she let go, putting her mouth to my crotch and biting directly onto my clit, with more force and power, and plenty of bite. The pain was so intense that I screamed for mercy.
“Aw, the little pet gets so jealous,” Madame X said calmly. “What a pity.”
Madame X stood up and pinched Tinkerbell by the scruff of her neck, yanking her away from me. She responded with savage barks and yelps, like a pesky little beast.
“Spoiled little brat,” Madam X cursed, slamming Tinkerbell’s little body against the wall. Immediately, Madame Chanelle raised her cane and lashed Tinkerbell’s bare bottom with multiple times until it appeared that her arms grew tired. Madame X, in rage, snatched the cane and took over, caning her so hard and rapidly that Tinkerbell’s pale white ass turned red with blisters. Her piercing screams caused my nipples to harden even more. The veins of Madame X’s arm muscles popped with each caning; she continued to punish her until her pet was good and quiet. Eventually, Tinkerbell was silent, except for the sound of her tears. It made me cringe just to watch, but I couldn’t help but get ridiculously wet at the sight of Madame X brutally beating Tinkerbell to a pulp.
“Take her away!” she snapped, spitting directly at Tinkerbell’s eye and pushing her towards Madame Chanelle. Madame Chanelle grabbed Tinkerbell by her pigtails, dragging her to an adjoining room. From behind the closed door I could hear the excited panting and barking of other pets that Madame X had stowed away for her keeping and for her pleasure.
I stood, frozen, shaking in fear as Madame X walked towards me, her eyes gazing at my breasts. She cupped the breast that was bitten; my nipple was unbearably sore and throbbing, almost red. There was a maternal tenderness in the way she caressed it with her thumb, soothing it with her warm and gentle touch. Slowly, she pulled down my panties, enough to expose my groomed little pussy. She raked her slim fingers through my pubic hair, stretched my slippery pussy lips, and inspected my clitoris. It was red and throbbing as well. She acted as if she was a concerned mother hen, oohing and awing, but it was all a façade: the damage Tinkerbell had done impressed her, aroused her. She was pleased.
“That’s my girl,” she whispered coldly, referring to Tinkerbell. “Feisty little bitch.”
She pulled my panties up roughly, turning me around so that my back was towards her, roughly pulling my hair back, which made me yelp.
“However, the rest of them may not be as nice…” she growled in my ear.
With a gulp and a heavy sigh, I nodded my head quickly. She gripped onto the base of my nipple and led me into the room where the rest of her Diamond Dogs awaited.
It was a large, spacious room with a lovely view overlooking the back of the mansion. I assumed that this was her bedroom. There was a queen-sized bed that dominated the space, perfectly fit for a dominating woman. In front of her bed was a line of human cages, four of them to be exact, filled by two men and two women. They barked wildly, in unison, from the moment they first saw me, pawing at my feet. There was a fifth suspended in midair in the center of the room, like a chandelier. Somebody was in it. I looked closely and saw that it was Tinkerbell. She was tied up by a thick rope in the hog tie position, gagged with a doggy chew toy, her nipples clamped with clothes pins, and along her back, more clothes pins, perhaps about ten. The sight was beautiful.
“They love fresh meat,” Madame Chanelle remarked as the pets continued their ruckus. She let them out of their cages, holding them back by the firm hold of their leashes. She commanded them to sit; they obeyed. She introduced each pet, one by one.
The first in line was Sparky. He looked about the age of twenty or so, with long shaggy black hair, a thin and slender body, toned arm muscles, big, dark eyes, and a large, intimidating cock. He wore a spiked cock ring, which made him even more erect, and it had a ball stretcher, making his testicles appear round and gigantic.
The second was Rex. He was far more powerful in strength than Sparky – rough, shoulder-length, brown hair, a muscular build, sharp, piercing blue eyes, and a massive dick. A ball stretcher and a double-O cock ring tortured his cock as well, and he had the special addition of a Prince Albert piercing on the glands of his member.
The third was Eve. She was a beauty with long, curly, black hair, curves to die for, breasts the size of melons, a round, luscious bottom, and juicy, red lips. She wore a pair of doggy ears that were black and white, crafted in leather. Her breasts were trapped into a bondage bra, which confined her entire chest into a kind of evil trap, tightly restricting her cleavage. Diamond-encrusted nipple shields hid her nips.
Last but not least was Rouge. She was a hot and sassy red head, cute and petite. She had a curvy little body and angelic green eyes. Her leather doggy ears were dark orange, like that of a fox. Her breasts were bare, and her nipples were pierced. She wore a pink chastity belt made of a belt strap at her waist and a second belt riding between her legs, connected by an hourglass shape that wrapped from her crotch to her backside. Four locks kept it the chastity belt secure.
The common piece of clothing they all wore was the black collars with the diamond encrusted X. I assumed they also shared the X-brand mark on their feet.
Sparky couldn’t keep his eyes off my breasts. When Madame X let go of my nipple, it made him excited all the more. Rex appeared to be in a trance – he looked like he wanted to fuck me shitless. Eve and Rouge were the first two to try and eagerly ram their faces into my panties, making cute and adorable whimper sounds as they sniffed my crotch. Sparky and Rex followed their lead, communicating with husky, animalistic grunts and howls. Each one took a loud and heavy whiff of my cunt. I didn’t realize just how strong the odor was until all four of them competed to shove their faces deeply into it. Rex, with his wolf-like teeth, nipped the sides of my thigh and licked them upward and downward with a salivating fervor. Sparky crawled behind me to sniff my ass, pawing at my butt cheeks as if trying to pull my panties down, which he did ever so slowly with his teeth. Eve and Rouge, in complete unison, stood up and grabbed my breasts, sucking my nipples. The sensation of all this attention was overwhelming; I couldn’t take it, the way Eve rolled her tongue rapidly around my sore and bitten nipple, and Rouge, suckling on the other like a babe, caressing them with her soft and lovely tongue strokes.
Feisty Sparky pulled my panties completely down by the rough tug of his teeth. His arms wrapped around my ankles as he dug his nose into my ass crack, sniffing it, and then licking my asshole, his tongue trying to deeply penetrate it. Rex took the chance of eating out my pussy once it was exposed—oh fuck – he was a monster. Sparky ran his hands up and down my back, and then mounted onto my bottom and humped me eagerly, coming ever so close to penetrating his cock into my virgin anus. This made the other dogs restless, they started panting and growling, barking and yelping, until Madame X struck Sparky with a bullwhip along his back, and all was silent.
Oh, the sound of the whip cracking against his skin. The blow made him cry out like a tortured bitch. She grabbed both Sparky and Rex by their balls and pulled them, smacked them, twisting them. Their yelps were filled with pain, but the pleasure was too much for them to say stop. I couldn’t believe how much bigger and larger their genitals were afterwards.
She yanked Eve and Rouge’s hair, forcing their mouths open, and spitting into each. She smacked them over twenty times each on the face. Their cheeks were blushed a dark red from Madame X’s brutal slaps – sans whips or canes, pure flesh.
I slowly realized I was doomed as well, watching all of this. Then she leveled her gaze at me, staring with such strict, domineering, dangerous eyes. I trembled in fear.
“Well,” she huffed, pushing me down to the floor, flat on my belly, with the tip of her ballerina boot against my back. “It looks like you will get along quite fine with my canine brood….”
“Y-yes, Madame,” I choked, wincing in pain at the pressure of her boot against my spine.
“Who said you could speak?” she growled, forcing me to look up at her. “I expect all of my dogs to act, speak, and behave like dogs, you understand? You won’t be the exception to the rule.”
For the first time in my life, I responded to another human being with a timid bark.
“It will take a lot of training for you to have the mentality of a Diamond Dog,” I heard her say in such a way that made my skin crawl with anticipation. She forced me up to her knees by the pull of my hair, and with her hands wrapped around my neck, she smiled. “But you will learn, my pet.” She choked me harder, asphyxiating me for just a couple of seconds, and then let me go. As I coughed for air, I couldn’t believe her strength, as mighty as that of a python.
“Get on all fours!” she shouted at me, and I obeyed. “Now you will be exposed to what happens when any of my dogs talk back to me with human words.”
Madame Chanelle had all the devices ready in a matter of seconds. Rex crawled right under me so that my belly rested against his wide and muscular back. As he raised me above the ground, I understood that Rex had become a piece of furniture. My hips were arched back, my ass raised as high up in the air as possible while the rest of my body was balanced on Rex’s body. They placed me in ankle cuffs, wrists cuffs, and two spreader bars, adjusting everything so that I was restrained in the precise position like that of a dog standing on all fours, but my limbs were spread slightly wider.
Madame X withdrew a longer, more dangerous-looking bullwhip. She dangled it over my back, teasingly slivering it across my body, the serpent of hell. My entire body tensed up as Madame Chanelle ornamented my nipples with nipple clamps, anchored by two-ounce weights. They were heavy and pulled my breasts downward, applying more pressure and pain to my senses. It was too much; I couldn’t help myself, I started to cry. All four of her Diamonds Dogs snickered at me like wild hyenas, probably thinking to themselves, “What a fucking amateur.”
“Aw, the new puppy is crying already,” Madame Chanelle pouted, “We can’t have that, can we Madame X?”
“I know how to shut the little bitch up…”
She whistled at Sparky. He wiggled his butt with excitement, then stood up in front of me, his hand gripped above the rim of his cock ring. With the loud, earth-shattering crack of Madame X’s bullwhip against my buttocks, he rammed his thick, long, and veiny penis into my mouth, shoving it all the way down my throat in one fast and fluid swoop. I didn’t even have the chance to scream. His hands gripped the back of my head and held me down. The sweaty stench of his pubic hair brushed into my nose, I could hardly breathe. Any cry or yell that burst from my lungs became a vibration against his member, inspiring drop after drop of pre-cum to slide down my throat.
The crack of the bullwhip was music to everyone’s ears. She whipped me over and over and over, in a sort of criss-cross pattern. She was performing so rapidly, so precisely, so viciously, it was as if she were Lucifer herself. It was torture; I had no ability to move, no room to swallow, and no freedom to scream. I was only free to cry. With each crack of her whip the weight of the clamps swung my breast to and fro like a pendulum. I was balling. I felt the welts throb on my flesh, getting increasingly hotter. All that time, through the pain and the cock-suffocation, my eyes were open, looking up at Sparky with water filled eyes. From behind his stomach I could just slightly see Rouge and Eve, Madame Chanelle holding their leads. They were both waiting for what was yet to come. I had a feeling that they knew exactly what was going to happen next.
The pain was so excruciating that I couldn’t help but moan against Sparky’s cock, hoping that she would stop. Sparky panted heavily, woofing and growling, I knew he was about to come. He held moaned louder, and then, he exploded his seed down my throat. It was so thick and creamy that I could hardly swallow it all. He pulled away slowly, filling up my mouth as he withdrew.
With Madame X’s command he had let go of my head, and I was finally free to breathe and exhale.
“You better swallow every drop,” Madame X stated. “We don’t allow for a single drop of cum to be wasted.”
I hastily swallowed his entire load. I knew that if I didn’t, she would have practically killed me, yet again, with her boisterous whip. Lord knows I couldn’t bear it any longer.
Rex knocked me off his back, sitting obediently next to Madame X alongside Sparky, waiting for her next command.
“Look at that, my boys,” she cooed, tracing the mark that she left behind on my flesh, “Isn’t it beautiful.”
I hadn’t realized it during the whipping, but Madame X had created a perfectly defined X mark on my bottom. It was etched so deep, I wondered if it would scar.
“Now it is time for you to bond with your brothers and sisters,” she whispered into my ear. “They can play pretty rough. If you fight back, you will be punished once more, and I won’t be as easy on you.”
She released me from everything: the clamps, the wrist and ankle cuffs, and the spreader bars. I froze in my doggy style position, paralyzed by my swollen nipples, my stiff arms and legs, and my raw and tender beaten ass. She didn’t let me recuperate for even a moment; all four of her dogs galloped towards me at the instant she said “Playtime!”
Rouge and Eve grabbed my hair as Sparky and Rex took a hold of my legs. They were all pulling and tugging, treating me as if I were a doggy rope toy and they were playing a game of tug of war. They really were a rough bunch of pooches; it was almost scary, the way they were trying to pull me apart by my arms and my legs, wrestling me into the ground, hitting me on my sides, biting me into my ass cheeks, my neck, my feet, my legs, my clit, and my nipples. Sparky and Rex humped on my legs, huffing and growling, while Rouge and Eve spat at my face, yelping, clawing at my cheeks, and digging their long sharp nails into my wickedly sore and throbbing back.
“They always react so excitedly to a new pet,” I heard Madame X say as she and Madame Chanelle crawled on top of the bed, embracing each other as lovers while watching the show. “Like a bunch of wild dogs in heat.”
“It is such a turn on!” Madame Chanelle cried. “God, I love it.”
Even though I was told to not fight back, I couldn’t help myself. I both Rouge and Eve by their breasts and pinned them down to the floor on their backs, licking their faces, nipping into their necks, and biting their buttocks. I showed them who was the top, and that they were my bottoms. Sparky and Rex became even more rambunctious, both of them growled huskily in my ears, biting them and shoving their tongues inside them. I barked passionately as I felt their raging cocks competing to enter into my virgin asshole. It caught the attention of Madame X and Madame Chanelle; they didn’t say anything, but I knew they were watching, and heavily turned on.
I knew who the dominant was in this dog pack – Rex, with his mighty and hefty body. He mounted me, his big hands pinned to my shoulders. I was determined to stay on all fours, holding onto the intensity of his body weight on my back. His cock was even bigger and thicker that it looked. I made the loudest bark of all when the head of his cock popped into my tight bum hole. I felt my ass wrap around his massive dick. He didn’t hold back, he growled roughly and pushed inch after inch deep into my rectum. It felt as if he was splitting me in two; I couldn’t help but cry, especially as I felt his sharp teeth grip along the back of my neck, afraid that he was going to pierce the flesh. I couldn’t determine what was worse, the force of his bite or the pressure of him trying to insert all nine inches of his cock slowly but aggressively into my ass.
Sparky crawled right under me, put his palms to my breasts, and then sucked my left breast into his mouth. I arched my back in pleasure, giving him the room to penetrate his insanely huge cock into my pussy. He succeeded in entering inside of it without a moment of struggle or frustration. Rex grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back, all the way back, as the intensity of his thrusting increased, and all nine inches were crammed right in, stretching my hole by an inch or two if not more. Sparky roughly pounded his cock into my tight pussy without ceasing to slow down. Oh, the thrill of having two cocks inside of me, rubbing along the delicate lining between my rectum and my vagina, pounding deeper and faster and harder so I could hardly breathe! Eve climbed over Sparky’s face and sat on it. He madly lapped the juices from her pussy as he maintained the intensity of his thrusting, his hands still on my breasts, tweaking and pinching my raging nipples. Eve nuzzled her nose against mine, and kissed me, playing with my hair, letting out a soft growl. The cute and lovely Rouge glided her tongue along my face, nudging Eve away from my mouth. She bit down onto my lip, stretching and tugging it; I did the same action in return, madly and viscously, until the three of us were fighting to make out with each other with such heat and passion. The room was filled with the sound of human pooches having an orgy, and two wicked mistresses going at it, Madame X of course on top of Madame Chanelle, fucking her with a massive, monster, strap on dildo. Even the little pet suspended in her time-out cage was whimpering and howling with passion, despite her not being able to join us.
The room smelled strong with the scent of wet pussies and fiery dicks ready to burst; the moisture in the air was from our sweat and my tears; and the sounds that bounced off the walls were a combination of torture, pain, and hardcore, animalistic sex. My body was shaking and collapsing as both Sparky and Rex fucked me to oblivion. They were both going to come inside of me, and were aiming to do explode at the same time. Loud, hard grunts barked from their mouths and their thick, hot semen overloaded my holes. I felt like was beyond fucked, stretched to the limit. When they pulled out, I felt both my holes gape.
The boys got off me and jumped on top of the bed with Madame X and Madame Chanelle. I held my body up, still in the doggy style position. My body felt abused, raped, and mutilated. Eve and Rouge took a look at my backside and then stretched my ass cheeks and plunged their tongues into my holes, taking turns licking my butt hole and my cunt hole, and having both their tongues in one hole at the same time.
Then, probably as payback for me showing them who was top, Rouge and Eve each tried to shove their slim and slender fists into my ass and pussy. It was impossible for me to not howl and shout. Even though my holes were stretched, the entrance of their fists going inside, wrist-deep, stretched me even wider. My ass and my pussy welcomed their fists inside naturally, the pain and the pleasure being like no other feeling I ever experienced in my life. Their fists were deliciously lubed up by the Sparky and Rex’s semen. For just a minute or two, they fist-fucked me like mad. I came so many times that once they pulled out, their hands were soaked with pools of pussy juice in their palms.
“That’s enough, my pretty lovelies,” Madame X groaned. She rang a bell, and immediately all of her Diamond Dogs, including myself, sat on our knees in single file, getting the best doggy treat of all. She sprawled out on top of a sex sling that dangled alongside her bed and we got to lick her pussy, her ass, and her entire body. Whatever she demanded for pleasure, she got, and we faithfully obeyed, as good and loyal dogs do.
***
I would prove to be an especially dedicated and trustworthy pet, but I had a long way to go until I would at last deserve the title of being one of Madame X’s Diamond Dogs. My training was just getting started. It was going to be hard, and rough, and painful, but I was ready for the journey from womanhood to being a full-grown sex slave hound. I may not be like the rest of the pack, with their branded X marks at the bottom of their feet, their diamond studded X collars, and their fancy genital piercings, but for days, the letter X remained on my bottom, like a permanent tattoo. It was all the solace I needed to remind myself that I would eventually get there.
Read "Diamond Dogs, Part 2" here.
Originally published November 2010