Breeding Bench - Sex Stories

Breeding Bench

About an hour ago you came to my kennel. I could smell your arousal, and as you approached I got up on to my knees, ready to serve my Master.

Master keeps me safe and happy. You make all the hard choices, and all I have to do is listen to what you tell me to do. I live to serve you, and I do it joyfully.

You put your paw on to the top of my kennel, and let a finger drop through the bars, teasing me. I stretch up and give your finger a lick, and you push it inside my mouth, feeling my tongue and pressing in further. You know I love this, and you smirk.

"I'm so lucky to have such a needy pet," you croon, as you fuck my mouth with your finger. I feel myself getting wet, and I moan in appreciation of the compliment.

You take your finger out of my mouth, and open the door to my kennel. You clip my leash to my collar, and lead me out of the kennel and on to the hard, cold floor. I walk on my hands and knees out of the room, and into the breeding room.

In the center of the room sits a breeding bench, and you lead me on to it. One by one you buckle the restraints on my wrists and ankles. I would never act against your wishes and try to escape, but the restraints just reinforce your control of me.

"I'll be back," you say, and rub the top of my head. I whimper, wanting to tell you to stay, but my place is pet, and if Master wants me to wait I will.

I've spent the last hour in anticipation, hoping to hear the door open at any moment and let my body be used. The ...

... waiting makes my breeding hole even wetter, and my clit starts to throb. I've been trained well, and resist the urge to grind myself against the bench. Only Master and your friends may pleasure me.

Finally, the door opens, and I let out an involuntary cry of relief. Master is back!

You come around to my face, and grab the back of my head. You push my snout into your covered bulge, and rub it back and forth. I moan pathetically, and feel your hard cock, wanting more than anything to feel it inside me, anywhere.

"What if this was all I gave you? Just a sniff through my pants?" You tease, a smile crossing your maw. I whimper in protest, and press my face into your crotch more desperately.

"Such a good slut...I can't help but give you want you want. Because I've trained you so well...you only want what I want," you say, and unzip your pants.

You take your erect cock out, and rub it across my face. My tongue comes out, and I attempt to lick the warm flesh, but you pull it away.

"Ah ah...wait until Master tells you," you chide, and I whimper in embarrassment at my slip. You seem satisfied, and nod.

"Okay puppy, Master's going to fuck your mouth. Get Master's cock all nice and wet," you say, and your length fills my maw. My moan of ecstasy rumbles in my throat, and your cock slides in and out of my wet hole.

You go slow at first, agonizingly slow. The fullness in my mouth, the drool sliding down my chin, the feeling of being completely in your control. I'm where ...