Role Play BDSM Erotica
"Diamond Dogs, Part 2," a Licorice Whips sex story by V.C.
Read "Diamond Dogs, Part 1" here.
Aviatrix, by Michael Manning (prints available at ObsessionArt.com, starting at $36.75).
“Stay still, keep calm! I shouldn’t hear a single sound from you, my pet.”
A tear crept along the lining of my eye as I watched Madame X sanitizing the needles. My arms were crossed in a vinyl arm binder, slowing restricting the blood flowing naturally through my veins. My knees were pressed together on the ground, shaking. The tennis ball in my mouth was wet with my saliva; it had only been a couple of minutes, and already it felt as if my teeth were going to bite down into it and split it in two. A lampshade collar was around my neck, so I could not see what she was going to do to me. She smiled deviously and the needle sparkled from the sunlight shining in through the windowpane. She looked down at me as she waved the needle above my eyes with pride.
She grabbed the base of my nipple with her latex-glove-covered hand, squeezing firmly so that it swelled. A sensation rushed through my body. Was it fear, adrenaline, excitement, or pure madness? I could not say, for it all washed over me like a tidal wave. The needle pierced through my nipple, in one quick strike bolt of lightning pain. My eyes closed tight. The sting was unbearable, but like all the pain I had endured with Madame X thus far, it blossomed into sweet fluttering endorphins, giving me that overwhelming natural high, the indescribable kind of pleasure that felt too good to explain, a kind that could only be given by the most wonderful of pain.
When she pierced the second nipple, I practically came on the spot. It hurt like a bitch, but the ecstasy nourished the after-shock. I thought she was finished. I was wrong. Her hand cupped my pussy. She wedged my clit between her soft latex fingers. A sudden, sharp pain drove through to the core of my being as she pierced the hood of my clitoris. That pain, too, subsided into pleasure. I could feel drips of blood trickle down along my breasts and my labia. She wiped it all off with an alcohol drenched cotton ball, making all my newly pierced parts to tingle. They buzzed with pleasure, and throbbed with an agonizing ache. She slid the jewelry pieces into their new places, slowly, gently – they were the perfect fit. Then her lips comforted my engorged clit and nipples. She kissed them, licked them, airing them with the warmth of her breath and then with the coldness of a cube of ice.
“That wasn’t that bad, now was it?” she cooed, taking off my lampshade collar and my tennis ball gag. “That’s a good girl, my precious Jewel.”
Jewel was my pooch name. Now it had been seven weeks since I stepped foot into Madame X’s mansion and I finally felt as much a part of her as the rest of her canine brood. I had a multitude of scars along my inner thighs, my back, and my buttocks to prove it. Some fresh, some stale, all of them as permanent as tattoos. In those seven weeks, I hadn’t spoken a human word – none of us had, even when we were all alone without the presence of our mistresses. Barks, howls, whimpers, growls, and cute little pup sounds were the sole means of communication. Canine sounds, — or our tears, screams, and moans – the expressions of our pain and our pleasure, our needs and desires. Although I could hardly remember the last time I spoke in English, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
We were all tortured in a variety of ways, but also pampered like royalty. Madame X was a wicked, spiteful mistress, but to us, she was God. Madame Chanelle, too, was our Savior. In the past week, our mistresses had been especially hard on us in preparation for the “Dog Show,” which was to take place at Madame X’s home, today, in her living room.
“Our guests should be here shortly. We can’t waste anymore time.”
After cleaning my freshly pierced nipples and clit, Madame X put me into a little, ruffley, black latex skirt with a hole in the bum area so my ass cheeks and butt plug tail could hang proud and loosely from it. She coiffed my blonde hair to make it fluffier and bouncier than usual, and then precisely placed my black leather doggy ears on my head. She drew whiskers along my cheek and painted my nose black. She had me lift my chin up, and put a black latex posture collar around my neck. It made my neck appear longer and more elongated, like the long necked women of Thailand, creating a bold accent to my jaw and neck line. Then finally, she dressed me in a gorgeous, white corset, which pushed up my breasts, raising them higher to display my new piercings. The buzzing and throbbing sensation in my breasts increased with each bouncing movement as she put me on my leash and walked me to the living room where the rest of my canine siblings awaited. With my arms still trapped in the binder, I walked slowly and carefully on the tips of my toes.
As we entered into the living room, my jaw dropped at the sight of my canine friends. Eve looked like a cross between a pin up model and a standard poodle: her bangs were puffed up poodle-style and so were her pigtails – long, thick, and fluffy, cascading down to her shoulders. She wore dark eye shadow around her eyes and black lipstick on her pouty, plump lips, which matched the color of her black hair. Her wrists and ankles were adorned with giant black pom-poms, and her butt plug dog tail was also round and pom-pom like. She, too, wore an elegant posture collar around her neck, but hers had a long, silver chain gliding down between her gigantic breasts that split in two and hooked to a pair of butterfly-style nipple clamps. The clamps were gripped nice and tight to Eve’s pointy, brown nipples. Her vinyl black skirt was double laced front and back, accentuating the gorgeousness of her marvelous curves.
Rouge looked like a Dalmatian: she wore a black and white spotted pair of bondage mitts and a pair of polka dotted black and white patterned boots. Her latex stockings were black and her waist cincher corset dress was also Dalmatian-style. The front was fastened with steel clasps in the midsection and lace binding on the top and down her backside. The back of the dress gave a sensual glimpse of the small of her back down to her petite little bottom, where you could see her cute little Dalmatian doggy tail poking out.
Tinkerbell, as usual, oozed with the lofty and spoiled air of a Papillion dog: her blonde hair was worn in wider and more bountiful pig tails; her lips, red and plump; her eyes, dark and serious; and her body, dressed in a stunning sheer leotard covered with diamond-stud accents. You could see everything from her genital piercings to her little vagina that had just a smudge of pubic hair. The crotch of the leotard road up into her pussy, and created a camel toe. She was obviously wet and glistening, just like the diamonds that sparkled with every movement she made. She wore her matching blonde colored doggy tail, her diamond studded X collar, and a pair of ten inch heels that looked as if they were made of glass. They were also shining and sparkling like her leotard. She looked as if she were a Cinderella pup going to the ball.
Then there were the boys, Madame X’s “Mastiffs,” as they were often called. Both of them were wearing dog face hoods. Rex’s hood was made of black leather, with sharp and pointy bat-like dog ears, a muzzle with a zipper at the mouth and two nostril holes to give him access to breathe, an opening for the eyes, lacing adjustment at the back of the head, and a collar with sturdy buckles to secure the entire ensemble. Sparky’s hood was the same, except that it was two toned with black leather and orange suede. They both wore matching latex uniform shirts, buttons undone, exposing their nipple piercings and their muscular builds. Their lower bodies were unclothed, revealing their cocks, which were both adorned with tight cock rings and ball stretchers, ensuring that their huge dicks were going to be hard for hours.
Looking at the rest of the pack and their far more elaborate costumes made me feel like the underdog. They were more polished, advanced, experienced, at the top of the class, and then there was me, not yet seasoned, underdeveloped, at the bottom of the totem pole.
Despite my envy for all of them, I embraced where I was, to be put in my place.
Madame X tightly gripped onto the handle of my leash as she pat the heads of each of her darling angels, giving them a kiss on the lips. Madame Chanelle, in her militant vinyl skirt and blouse, executed an earth shattering smack on their bottoms, including mine, with her rattan cane. The sting of her weapon shot directly to my piercings, almost bringing me to the verge of tearing up. It was a warm up to what was yet to come at any moment, any second. We didn’t have to wait for long. The doorbell rang. We all started barking, and then kept silent when Madame Chanelle raised her cane for the second time, eyes strict, tight lipped, oozing control. Madame X handed my leash to Madame Chanelle as she walked up to the door, welcoming in her guests.
Two couples had arrived. A tall, dark African American man, serious but humble, was hand in hand with a blonde white woman with the cutest little body and an overall sweet and charming demeanor. They were dressed proper, as if they had just gotten off from work. Despite how professional they looked, him with his black and white corporate business suit and she with her simple little red dress, it was very apparent that there was more to them than cheerful, perfect faces.
The second couple – a very handsome, dark-haired white man with glasses, and a dainty, petite white woman with dark red hair – was also dressed surprisingly ordinary. He, too, was wearing corporate attire and she wore a short, black dress. Nothing suggested that they would ever step into a world such as this.
It was hard to decipher whether these people were friends of Madame X, or if they were strangers simply dropping by to experience an erotic thrill. Not that it mattered. They were all here for only one reason and one reason only: us.
The interracial couple was Mr. and Mrs. Hallaway, and the other two was Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell. From the moment they stepped into the living room, all four of them stared at us with mischievous smiles that spoke the exact same language, the language of lust and desire.
“Good Lord,” Mr. Hallaway hollered. “So these are the infamous Diamond Dogs…”
“Amazing,” his wife replied. “Absolutely incredible.”
“We’ve always wanted a human pet,” Mrs. Caldwell cooed. “But it is oh so hard to find one that is just perfect for the role…”
“It is hard just to find one,” Mr. Caldwell chuckled. “And you, Madame, managed to get six!”
“And counting,” Madame X smirked. “But as you can see, we are proudly welcome to share them, all of them, for your pleasure.”
With a light clap of her hands, Eve, Rouge, Tinkerbell, Sparky, and Rex surrounded our guests, “wagging” their tails, tongues hanging out of their mouths with excited barks and whimpers. They weren’t as wild and rambunctious as when I had first met them. On occasions such as this, they knew that they had to be polite and behave, as good dogs should do when guests arrive in their master’s home.
The Hallaways couldn’t keep their hands off them. They caressed the fluffy pigtails of the girls, calling them “sweeties” and pressing kisses against their cheeks, all the while smacking the cute asses of the boys, ohhing and ahhing pleasurably. Mr. Hallaway caressed his wife’s bottom; she slid her hand on his crotch, moaning “Mmm…” The Caldwells took deep sighs, looking into each other’s eyes, and said “We have to get ourselves some of these!” They pinched the girls by their nipple piercings, tugged at the boy’s butt plug doggy tails and smacking their round, ball-like scrotums and big, vein-covered cocks. Mr. Hallaway and Mr. Caldwell were bulging at the crotch, stiff and prominent as they poked through the fabric of their pants. Mrs. Hallway and Mrs. Caldwell’s nipples grew perky, jutting out loud and proudly through the tops of their dresses.
I couldn’t hold back the jealousy over the other dogs getting all of the attention; I barked sharply and repeatedly, like a spurned lover, calling out for some love and devotion. Madame Chanelle whacked my bottom with her wicked cane. For just a moment, I could not move, the pain was so deep.
“She must be new,” I heard Mr. Caldwell say in his wife’s ear, and she replied, “Oh, we know what that means.” Nothing more was said about that.
“Sit down, my friends, sit down,” Madame X declared. “Make yourselves at home.”
Mr. Caldwell and Mr. Halloway sat down on the couch, kicking off their boots as their wives helped them take off their pants, exposing only their boxers. Their shirts were unbuttoned, revealing their toned abs. Mrs. Caldwell and Mrs. Halloway sat on their husbands’ laps; their husbands slipped their hands up their dresses, pulling down their panties. They were both so wet, I could smell it. Madame X sat in her leather chair next to Madame Chanelle. I was in the middle. I was only allowed to watch.
“Our doggies have learned some new tricks and games,” Madame X stated. “First, my darling Tinkerbell will perform the trick I call ‘The Canine Contortionist.’”
Everyone kept their eyes on Tink as she pounced onto the table. On it was wide flared based glass dildo. It was a sight to see, the elegance of Tinkerbell’s body as she did the splits with her back turned to us so everyone could see her bottom. She then turned around, her arms and chin against the table. In a blink of an eye she flicked the boots off her feet and then slowly put her own two feet at the top of her head. She grabbed the dildo with her right foot, and moved it seamlessly from the table up to her vagina. With both feet, she gripped onto the base and perfectly aimed the head of the dildo against her pussy. We were all mesmerized.
As Tink stroked herself with the dildo, the wives made out with each other. Eve and Rouge removed Mr. Caldwell’s boxers and wanked his humongous dick, and Sparky and Rex had removed Mr. Halloway’s undergarment and were sucking off his prominent penis. Tinkerbell lifted herself up even higher by balancing her entire body by her hands. Her back curved into a perfect C-shape, her butt almost sitting on top of her head, her feet holding onto the dildo, rhythmically pumping it in and out of her pussy. Her leotard outfit all the more accentuated every muscle and curve of her body. I didn’t realize just how limber she actually was, until now. She even balanced herself by one hand all the while she was still pumping the dildo further and deeper into her vagina.
The sound of Tink’s juiciness was music in the air, and so was the sound of my canine brothers and sisters sucking Mr. Caldwell and Mr. Halloway’s dicks and eating out their wives’ pussies, at times taking turns. When Tinkerbell pulled the dildo out of her loud, juicy cunt, she curled her legs downward enough so the dildo could reach up to her mouth. She sucked it off, lapping up her own juices. The wives shouted and screamed orgasmically, while the husbands were trying their hardest to hold it back, not wanting to come yet, not now.
Tinkerbell moved her head between her knees, while she kept both her hands and feet on the table. Mr. Caldwell and Mr. Halloway clapped, and then stood up to tell her “good girl, that’s a very good girl” as they wagged their pre-cum dripping cocks against her pouty little mouth and rosy cheeks. They allowed her to suck just the head of their dicks for only a moment, and then they sat back down next to their wives, who both appeared already orgasmically spent. However, in a matter of seconds the women were re-wired again, excited for more. With a back flip, Tinkerbell was back on her feet again, standing on all fours, crouched next to our guests, looking proud and regal, glad that her performance had been a success.
Eve jumped on the table on all fours. Rouge held four yellow golf balls, two in her mouth and the other two in her hand. Madame X announced their performance as “Dogs Playing Fetch.” Eve’s back was turned towards our guests as she spread her ass cheeks, showing off that puff ball poodle tail. Rouge pulled the plug out from Eve’s bottom; her wide-gaped asshole blinked, then it widened again. Rouge spat inside of Even, sliding her tongue in deep, and then inserted all four of the golf balls into Eve, one by one.
Hurriedly, Mr. Caldwell grabbed Mrs. Halloway and put her on his lap Mr. Halloway plopped Mrs. Caldwell on his knee. They slid their fingers into the women’s pussies, fingering them good, deep, and hard as they watched the balls being swallowed inside of Eve, her asshole clenched tight to keep them from falling out. Then Eve turned sideways; Rouge, on all fours, trotted far away. She turned and waiting for each ball to fly out from Eve’s bottom, one by one.
The first ball flew out like a cannon ball, and Rouge, with such skill and agility, caught the ball into her mouth. Then the second one, third one, and fourth one flew out, shooting at quite a far distance. Amazingly, Rouge caught each one into her mouth without a miss. It was both entertaining and funny, but freakishly hot. Then it was Rouge’s turn to do the same trick, except with her vagina. With each ball that flew out, and each catch in Eve’s pretty mouth, Mrs. Halloway and Mrs. Caldwell groaned louder and louder, still getting brutally finger fucked by their swinger partner. My juices, at this point, were trickling down to my thigh; I didn’t have any feeling in my arms, they were numb, but how I wished I could touch myself. Eve and Rouge ran to the wives and quickly dug their tongues into each woman’s pussy, sucking out their juices. “Good girls, good girls,” the wives cooed, petting them on the head. The men smacked Eve and Rouge lightly on the cheeks, smearing the juices on their faces. The final sport was ready to ensue.
Rex and Sparky stood up and Madame Chanelle placed leather blindfolds over their eyes and zipped their muzzles. Madame X made them spin around in circles, over and over, until they were dizzy. She announced their game as “Finding the Hole, Hiding the Bone.” When Madame yelled “Stop!” Rex and Sparky fell to the ground on all fours. Even in the doggy style position, they were walking clumsily, falling to their sides, and bumping into the table, which made the guests laugh and chuckle. We could hear their muffled barking noses through their zipped muzzles as they tried to sniff each other out. They were getting closer and closer to each other, and finally bumped heads. They growled loud and roughly, and began to wrestle each other, trying to show who the real leader of the pack was. They fought with increasing aggression and adrenaline, fueled by the competition. They wrapped their arms around each other, choking each other, biting, barking, and yanking at the other’s butt plug. Sparky pulled the tail butt plug out of Rex’s asshole first; then in one quick and mighty swoop he pinned him down to the floor with his chest against his back. Although neither of them could see, Sparky found the hole, Rex’s asshole, and drove his rock hard bone inside of Rex. With his hands gripped on top of Rex’s doggy ears, holding onto it as if they were reigns, Sparky began to fuck Rex’s asshole like a dog in heat.
“Shit…look at him go!” Mr. Caldwell cried, standing up and holding Mrs. Halloway by her bottom, shoving his cock into her pussy. Mr. Halloway forced Mrs. Caldwell to bend over with her hands on the table, spread eagle style, as he pierced her tight little asshole with his humongous dick. They fucked each other relentlessly. The sound of many holes being fucked in the room drove everybody wild. A threesome ensued between Eve, Rouge, and Tinkerbell. Madame X and Madame Chanelle made out with each other wildly. I was the only one left unwanted, forced to only witness the debauchery. Nonetheless, I had come a multiple times without being able to touch myself. I had never seen Sparky fuck Rex with that much vigor; it drove me mad with pleasure. Watching the swinging men fucking their swinger partners, large dicks stretching out their little cunts and assholes, made my body tremble orgasmically.
Madame X made sure I didn’t make the temptation to take part in the fun; she pulled my leash and collar so far back that I was staring up at the ceiling. “Soon it will be your turn…” she said harshly, smacking my ass and caressing my sore and throbbing pierced spots. Sparky and Rex must have fucked each other for what seemed like hours; nobody wanted them to stop, they kept going and going, fucking in many positions. The swinging couples fucked like rabbits. Eve, Rouge, and Tinkerbell were drowning each other with their lips, breasts, and pussies, Madame X and Madame Chanelle joined them, oh what a marvelous orgy, all before my eyes! When it was all over, everyone was orgasmically spent, but not tired; they were all reborn, baptized by the smell of sweat and fuckery. Now it was my turn.
Madame X stood up, carrying a multitude of bullwhips and canes in her arms. She passed them to her guests, declaring that I was to be tested on how I walked in a pair of ballet boots – the ones that she was wearing now. The pressure was high; these were her boots after all. She took them off and made me put them on, which I did slowly and nervously. As I was doing this, Madame Chanelle shoved an open-mouth gag into my mouth and a blind fold over my eyes.
“If she makes any mistakes,” Madame X hissed. “Even if it is the smallest little error, beat her.”
I winced at the way she said beat her. Although I could not see anyone or anything, I knew that all eyes were on me, waiting to viciously mutilate my body. Madame X kicked me to the center of the room. Immediately, I crashed into the floor with my ass up in the air and my bound arms pointed up to the ceiling. “Stupid cunt!” Madame X laughed, which was followed by a gauntlet of whips shrieking in the air and smacking sharply against my back and my buttocks. I screamed in agony, feeling all eight whips biting into my flesh again.
“Get up!” I heard voices cry, and quickly I obeyed, standing up, my legs shaking as I tried to stand up in those wretched killer boots. Madame X made it look so easy to walk in them. It was difficult and painful; I was literally standing in them by the tip of my toes. Just when I thought I could walk in baby steps, I fell again. A multitude of laughs and happy barks rang sharply in my ears, and I shrieked in agony as those eight whips bore into me, hard, and all at once. I fell flat on my belly, enduring the overwhelming agony and pain. I had never heard myself squeal so loudly before as I felt every inch of my body getting licked by the whip, lashed by the cane, smashed by the rod, over and over, until I got the courage to try again.
I stood up carefully, and then felt somebody’s thick cock shoved into my gaping mouth. Whoever it was, I thought he was going to come, but he was peeing. I couldn’t believe it. Pee rushed down my throat, and I coughed and choked with disgust. He pulled out, and I felt a stream of his strong-smelling piss shower over my breasts and over my ass. I heard a husky voice growl in my ear, followed by an entire hand shoved into my pussy. I screamed as I felt another slim hand enter into my tight little hole. I smelled more piss; it was showering all over my body, even in my hair, on my face, and more into my mouth. Despite the pain and humiliation of being fisted and pissed on, I stood up and balanced on the ballerina boots, walking one step, then two steps, and again, I fell.
“This will not do!” I heard Madame X shout, and I knew for certain that it was she who grabbed me by my engorged nipples, stretching them as far as they could go, done with such hate and anger, that I began to react in a forbidden human nature. The pain was too much. I was delirious.
“Please, stop, stop it!” I cried.
She smacked my face. “You little shit” she spat, throwing me against what felt like the wall. I fainted to the floor; I knew for certain that my nose was broken; I felt blood dripping down to my lip. Nobody cared. The beating continued. I was whipped to the point where not a single part of my body was left unharmed, unblemished, or absent of welts. So many hands smacked my ass that bruises covered it entirely. I was forced to drink so much pee that I regurgitated on myself, and for what felt like a period of four to five hours, was gang banged by so many dicks in all my holes that afterwards, for everyone’s entertainment, they forced many large objects into me, competing to see just how much they could cram inside of my over-fucked, overstretched orifices. That entire time I cried, and yet through all the humiliation, pain, and suffering, I came more times in than I had in my entire lifetime.
***
When the blindfold was taken off my eyes, I saw that the couples were fully dressed. The last words I heard them say were, “That was quite a dog show.” Then they were gone. My canine brothers and sisters were in the kitchen, eating their meals from their doggy bowls. I realized then that at long last my arms were free from the binder, but the rest of my body was aching, sticky, wet, and filthy. I smelt of piss, sweat, and semen. Globs of cum caked in my hair, the taste of pee burned in my mouth, and when I touched my back, all I felt was welts in different shapes and sizes. When I looked at my fingertips, I saw blood. There were even spots of blood on the floor, which had come from my over fucked pussy. My nose was broken, but the pain of that didn’t equate to how the rest of my body felt.
I noticed that it was 10am; our dog show had occurred yesterday afternoon. Was I unconscious? Had I passed out, bleeding and sleeping in my own vomit and other people’s urine? I would never know.
After the guests left, I was made to clean up everything, the blood stains on the carpet, my own vomit, the cum stains on the table, the whips, some monster-sized dildos, and a couple of large, random fruits and wine bottles, which I assumed had been stuffed inside of me. There I was, forced to clean up everything, all except my body.
Madame X didn’t let me shower later that day. It was a reminder to let me know how much I had failed. Weak, starved, beaten, and tired, she had me in “the mirror room” where I was attached to a steel suspension bar hanging from the ceiling. My arms were pulled above my head, my wrists bound by a set of cuffs. I was five feet above the ground, and all I could see was a reflection of my body in the mirrors from every angle, front and back, side to side. I was in awe at the damage everyone had done the night before, but oh, how good it felt to see every inch of my body beaten up, bruised, and abused. I was left there for a couple of hours. When Mistress X came in, releasing me from my final punishment, I bowed at her feet and kissed them as she poured a solution of water and soap over my body, scrubbing me down from head to toe.
Being cleansed from my sins had never felt this good and holy.
Originally published December 2010