Captivated

We maintained a delicate balance in our relationship. Although we enjoyed our fair share of domestic discipline and were flirting with total power exchange, we lived the unremarkable life of any modern couple. Outside the house and these types of play parties, we existed as two fully independent and successful people. Mark wasn’t the least bit intimidated by my earning power either. As a lead research and development scientist at a growing biotech company, I easily trumped his take-home pay as a detective. In a way, the roles we assumed in the bedroom were the complete opposite of the ones we played out in society. I rather liked it that way.

‘Here,’ Mark said and picked up the mittens from the centre console of his SUV. ‘Give me your hands.’

I reluctantly stuck them out and allowed him to slide the silly-looking leather mittens over my hands. As he fastened them at my wrists, I studied my new paws. They looked similar to the leather bootees on my feet and were both functional and decorative. Apparently they were supposed to protect and cushion my hands while I crawled around on all floors and pretended to be a good puppy. Mark had even gone so far as to buy me a pair of kneepads from the fetish-wear shop where he’d picked up the rest of my outfit. I hadn’t been surprised by the thoughtful addition. Mark loved to whip my ass until it was striped (just the way I liked it!) but he wasn’t cruel. He’d happily dole out all the pain and discomfort I craved but never force me to endure something I didn’t need or want.

Mark unsnapped my seatbelt and patted my knees. ‘Get up and kneel on the seat. Show me your ass.’

A trill of excitement rippled through me. I did as instructed, putting my hands – paws – on the back of the seat. Back angled just so, I presented my ass to him. He caressed my lower back and smoothed his palm over the leather undies hugging my backside. ‘Open your legs,’ he urged and nipped at my earlobe.

His fingers dipped under the crotch of the panties, and he quickly found my clit. I gasped at the sudden invasion of his rough fingertips on my tender skin. He cupped my neck with one hand and stimulated me with the other, his fingertips drawing lazy circles around my clit. The tiny pearl swelled with arousal and made my toes curl. He pressed his lips to my ear and whispered filthy promises of what would come after the party. My pussy ached with need and became so wet. His fingers swirled in the slick nectar seeping from my core. He penetrated me slowly and got me so close to coming that I was slapping at the seat and begging him for more.

When he suddenly pulled away and denied me the release I so desperately wanted, I cried out with a strangled ‘No!’

Mark swatted my backside and tugged on my ponytail. ‘Who owns this pussy?’

‘You do, Master,’ I replied, fully contrite. ‘This is your pussy.’

‘Good girl,’ he whispered and kissed my cheek. ‘And who decides when his little slave comes?’

‘Master decides.’

‘Exactly.’ He caressed my bottom and gave it a playful pat. ‘Now hold still while I put in your tail.’

I stifled a groan of frustration. I really, really didn’t want to wear that thing. He opened the small bag on the centre console and produced the tail and a tube of lubricant. I understood now why he’d gotten me so hot with his fingers. I wasn’t like some of the other submissives who ran in our circles. Taking a plug or having anal sex wasn’t simply something I could do on command. I needed to be aroused and excited first. Like a good dominant, he made sure my needs were seen to before attempting anything to do with my backdoor.

I moaned as his fingers found the small slit in the back of my leather undies. His wet fingertips traced the pucker hidden there and probed me. I exhaled slowly as his fingers slid inside me, lubing my back passage in preparation for the plug decorated with a puppy dog’s tail. I consciously relaxed and pressed back against the silicone plug. It was a bit larger than I was used to, especially for extended wear, but I was determined to work with it.

Mark’s other hand slipped inside my undies again. I groaned with pleasure as he strummed my clit and slowly and torturously thrust the tail plug inside my ass. I whimpered as his teeth grazed my shoulder. His fingers moved faster, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. I couldn’t fight the mounting surge. There would be no holding out and enjoying the gradual build of climax on this one. I howled into the headrest as bliss exploded in my belly and spread through my chest. My pussy pulsed and toes curled as I rocked against Mark’s hand, desperate to milk every last ounce of pleasure from his nimble fingers.

‘Oh, such a good little slut,’ Mark murmured against my cheek before turning my face and capturing my mouth in a demanding kiss. I melted into him, loving the way he called me such dirty names and kissed me until I was breathless. He plundered my mouth, his tongue darting deep inside and swiping mine. I awkwardly clutched at him, those ridiculous paw mittens preventing me from grasping and holding onto him.

When Mark broke our kiss, he swept my bangs from my eyes and smiled at me. ‘I know this isn’t easy for you, and it’s probably going to touch on your fear of humiliation. Actually, I know it is. If you can’t handle it, you may use your safe word.’ He tipped up my chin and gazed into my eyes. ‘I want you to try, all right?’

I nodded and gave him my best imitation of a happy puppy yipping.

He chuckled and pecked my cheek. ‘See? You’re a natural.’

I didn’t respond to that joking remark because I knew I was anything but. I’d embraced the old fake-it-’til-you-make-it mantra on this one. While I enjoyed a variety of kinks and drew very few lines in the sand, humiliation and embarrassment play were on that list of games I didn’t want to try. How Mark had talked me into this one was beyond me. He’d been straightforward about tonight’s party and had simply requested my attendance as a birthday gift. He swore up and down there was only the touch of a sadist in him but, right now, I was convinced he was the Marquis de Sade incarnate. Asking me to dress up like a puppy and pretend I was a dog as a birthday present? I mean, really!

I hesitantly stepped out of the SUV when he came round to my side and opened the door. My gaze fell to the leather leash and collar clasped in his hand. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as he slipped the collar around my neck, the dog tags jingling against my chest, and clipped the leash onto it. Mark snapped his fingers and pointed to the paved driveway. ‘Sit.’

My eyes widened as I realised he wanted me to start playing puppy now, out here in front of our host’s house. I nervously glanced around the neighbourhood. It was a gated community and the houses were separated by huge lawns and pine trees. No one else on the street could see me but that didn’t lessen my mortification. Swallowing hard, I remembered Mark’s request that I give it a try and slowly lowered myself to the pavement. I carefully bent forward until I was on all fours. I kept my back straight and head high. If I had to do this, I was going to be the best damn puppy anyone had ever seen!

I crawled along at Mark’s side. I was grateful for the kneepads and mittens. I could just imagine how truly uncomfortable it would have been to crawl from our parked SUV to the door. I kept my eyes down as our host welcomed us into his house. A petite older blonde knelt next to his legs. She wore a diamante collar and seemed suspiciously perky.

When I tried to pass by her, she reached out and nipped my shoulder hard enough to leave a bruise and then growled. Unable to help myself, I yelped and skittered back behind Mark’s legs. My arm smarted something fierce. Now this was going a bit too far!

‘Mitzi! Bad dog!’ The man reached down and swatted her backside a couple of times. He pointed to a large puppy bed in the corner of the hallway. ‘Ten-minute time-out!’

‘Sorry about that,’ Jake, a man who was known to Mark but not to me, apologised. ‘She’s having some aggression issues. I think it must be all the lovely young puppies invading her space.’

As Mitzi hung her head and crawled to the corner, I glanced up at Mark and tried to silently communicate what I was thinking: These people are demented! Mark crouched down as an owner might and gently soothed his hand over the bite mark. He pressed a loving kiss to the bruise and stroked my back. ‘Would you like to go home?’

I started to answer in the affirmative but then remembered how excited he’d been about this party. I knew how much he loved to push my boundaries, how much pleasure he found in helping me conquer my fears, and shook my head. He grinned broadly, his eyes shining brightly with love for me. He rose and patted my head. ‘Come on, girl.’

I crawled next to him, the leash between us loose, and bravely entered the large living room where the rest of the attendees were milling around and talking. I noticed a mix of male and female dominants and puppies. I hoped Mark would keep me at his side like a couple of the others Doms and Dommes did their puppies, but he tugged on my leash and walked me over to a fenced-off puppy play area.

After my run-in with that nut Mitzi, I wasn’t so sure about getting close to the other puppies. I crawled into the enclosure and waited for Mark to remove the leash. Before he’d even left, a male puppy nudged a ball my way with his nose. I stared at it for a second, trying to decide if I was really going to degrade myself by pushing a ball around with my nose, and then finally decided that, yes, I was and threw myself fully into the role of puppy.

And it wasn’t all that bad. Oh, it was weird all right. It was the most fucking outrageous and bizarre thing I’d ever done in my twenty-eight years. In a strange way, it was oddly freeing and ridiculously fun. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this silly. Freshman year of college maybe? It had been a long time since I’d indulged the childish playful side of me. Earning a bachelor’s degree in three years and a doctorate in four more had pretty much cut out any fun time. It had been nose to the grindstone for so long. I’d never have imagined it would take a fetish puppy party to help me remember what it was like to be silly again.

After twenty minutes or so, our owners collected us from the enclosure and led us into another room. Mark snapped his fingers again and pointed to a spot near his feet. I sat in exactly the way he’d shown me back at the house. We’d practised a bit before leaving. Luckily for Mark, I possessed a nearly eidetic memory so recalling simple commands like ‘sit’ and ‘roll over’ was easy for me.

A group of judges walked around and issued commands to each puppy. We rolled over and sat and knelt on all fours so we could be measured and touched and graded like purebred dogs at a kennel show. I wasn’t particularly happy with the dog-show portion of the evening but did my very best to show what a good puppy I was for my master. I glanced up at Mark after the judge left me and was happy to see a smile on his face. It was a simple, silly thing, really, but I found so much pride in knowing I’d put that smile there.

When the judging was finished, we puppies were paraded outside into the spacious backyard. My stomach dropped at the sight of the agility course. Mark must have sensed my reluctance because he reached down and lightly scratched behind my ears before stroking my cheek. I thought about dropping my safe word but managed to gather up enough courage to stay in the game.

As I watched other puppies go through the course, most of them awkwardly and slowly and without any agility, I was suddenly very glad of all those Zumba and yoga classes and the off-road races Mark and I ran every year. I might not be the most trained or experienced puppy in the bunch but I could damn sure trot my happy ass around and over that course!

When it was my turn, I crawled at a quick but smooth pace. The tail lodged in my backside felt so strange. It was one thing to wear one during sex or around the house while doing chores but quite another to have it in while I weaved in and out of poles, climbed an A-frame and balanced on a teeter-totter board. I mounted a pause box and performed the commands that Mark gave me with as much finesse as possible. My last obstacle, a long tunnel, gave me flashbacks to a childhood of building forts out of sheets and chairs in the living room with my brothers. Somehow I managed to not make a complete fool of myself and crossed the finish line without being too out of breath.

‘Good girl!’ Mark crouched down and lightly scratched my neck and rubbed my arms. He pulled something out of his pocket and presented it to me. I almost laughed but then remembered I was still a puppy and opened my mouth instead. Mark placed one of my favourite cherry gummy candies on my tongue. He stroked my head as I enjoyed my treat and watched the last of the puppies go through the course.

Back inside the house, I enjoyed a drink of water from a bowl labelled with my name. I was thirsty enough that I didn’t even mind the rather unattractive way I had to bend down and slurp. Mark dabbed at my chin with a paper towel and then led me by the leash back to the living room. I couldn’t believe it when I was announced as the winner of the agility course! I’d been sure one of the male puppies had bested me but, apparently, they took off points for certain mistakes.

I beamed as Mark pinned the small blue ribbon on my leather bra strap. I sat quietly and pressed my cheek to his thigh as other puppies were awarded ribbons for things like best hair and most playful. One of the judges held up a big purple ribbon emblazoned with the words ‘Best in Show’. I figured it would go to the male puppy who belonged to the red-haired Domme. He had the look of a Great Dane about him with his muscled shoulders and regal carriage.

‘And Best in Show goes to Libby!’

I stiffened with surprise. Mark’s hands stilled atop my head. Our gazes met in shock. Finally, he laughed and walked out to grab my ribbon. I preened as he fastened it onto my other bra strap. The weight of the ribbon pulled on the leather but I didn’t care. I was pleased as punch with my award. I might not have been the most enthusiastic puppy when I’d arrived, but I’d made the best of it, embracing the experience as something new and different, and look at what that attitude had earned me! Best in show!

After the excitement of the award portion, most of the masters led their puppies back into the living room where they sat around and chatted. I rested on the floor next to Mark’s feet while he talked to one of the other Doms, a fellow cop, about police stuff that didn’t interest me. I noticed some groups and couples disappearing to other rooms. Soon noises reached my ears that confirmed my suspicions.

‘You and your puppy want to join Molly and me in one of Jake’s rooms?’ Mark’s friend cupped his puppy’s breast and gave it a squeeze.

I glanced up at Mark to see what he was thinking. One look at his face and I realised I shouldn’t have worried. He enjoyed nudging my boundaries but knew that group sex and party sex were entirely off the table. I was willing to dress up like a puppy and prance around an agility course but I wasn’t about to let a stranger fuck me. ‘I think we’ll head on home. My puppy has had a long day. She needs her rest.’

Relieved by Mark’s answer, I patiently trotted alongside him as he made our excuses and said goodbye to the dominants still hanging around the living room. We made our way to his SUV, me still crawling and him leading me around by the leash. When we reached the car, he had me stand up and lean against the car with my breasts pushed against the glass. He framed my back, his body curved to mine, and carefully removed the tail plug. I groaned as it finally gave way. The aching sensation of emptiness left me panting. Mark spun me around and grasped my chin in his big paw. He captured my lips and stabbed his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues duelled as we shared a passionate, lust-filled embrace in the driveway.

‘Take me home,’ I begged, my body vibrating with need. ‘Take me home and fuck me, Master. Be rough with me.’ I bit down hard on his earlobe, loving the startled hiss that escaped his lips. ‘Own me.’

Growling, Mark separated from me and jerked open the passenger door. He shoved me onto the seat, reached for the seatbelt and buckled me in quickly before slamming the door. He slid into the driver’s seat, fastened his seatbelt and left the driveway. On the ride home, his rough, hot hand roamed my exposed skin. He pinched and caressed in a bid to keep me aroused and teetering on the verge of losing it. When we hit our driveway, I could barely contain my eagerness. I wanted Mark so badly it hurt.

We barely made it inside the house. I dropped to my knees when we reached the kitchen and pushed Mark back against the refrigerator. I reached for the front of his pants and grunted with frustration when I remembered I was still wearing those damn mittens. Mark quickly unfastened them and tugged them free. I stretched my fingers a few times before grasping the button of his pants and pulling down the zipper.

I freed his cock for my pleasure and stroked his rigid length. He had a truly magnificent dick. Thick, long and always hard. He had such amazing stamina and control. Lasting power was never an issue. Some nights I’d ride him until I thought I’d just die from sheer pleasure.

I licked my lips and let a little saliva pool on the tip of my tongue before wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock. I slicked his skin with my wet lips and tongue, swallowing all of him on the first go and using those hard-earned deep-throating skills. He groaned and cupped the back of my head. A frisson of delight tore through me. I just loved it when he took control during blowjobs, guiding my head and mouth in the rhythm he loved best. Fast and shallow, then slow and deep, he thrust his cock into my willing mouth. I thought for a moment he would come against my tongue, but he pulled back rather unexpectedly and gazed down at me, his eyes dark with hunger and lust.