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Little sis and I went off to Bakers yesterday to see if this whole "sex on the beach" was all people make it out to be. As it turns out, it is! The cool air, the sounds of the sea,  the messy sand, the pervy men jacking off not five feet away from us as we played, the random flash photography, did I mention the sounds of the sea? It was Amazballs! Definately doing it again. Sis got a little carried away though and actually made me orgasm without Master's permission. I was punished pretty hard for that. :(

Yaaay! Tonight was the first time Master fucked my little sis! We led into it by making out around his cock, then taking turns. Then Kallie ate me out while I serviced master on all fours. I was ordered to sit and watch without touching myself. They are so beautiful! I just hope master lets me out of chastity soon!

Another foray into our bedroom.

It was a beautiful afternoon. I had the day off and the sun was beaming though the cloudless sky like the smile on the face of a friend you haven't seen in months. I had just
served Master lunch; pork loin sandwiches with fennel salad and truffle oil aoli served with arugala salad and a dry Cabernet. We had just finished up and decided to take our
drinks into the bedroom. We chatted a bit about things inconsequential. I on his leash, head in his lap while he lovingly caressed the scars he had left on my back, allowing his
hand to linger a bit on my bare ass. I looked up at him with radiating adoration as that wicked smile curled itself on his lips and he blew me a small kiss. I fell a flush of
warmth not unlike the wine. He gestured me to move to the bed, face up, and he caressed my body. His hand slid down by cheek and slowed at my neck. He worked his fingers around
and began to massage me. I moaned as he lightly rubbed at the knots in my neck, and then not so lightly. Soon he had a firm grip and choked hard. I didn't struggle. A wave of
ecstasy comes over me and I give up all control of my body. He released me and I breathed deeply. His eyes transfixed on my breasts rising and falling as I gasped for air and
his hand glided down to cup them. My gasps turned back to moans as he leaned in to kiss both nipples lovingly, lingering, suckling, licking biting, my body squirmed with
delight. He was so completely in control. When he leaned back I found that I was once again breathless. He chuckled to himself and I cocked my head to the side and let out a
curious "mrrr?"
"Look and you and your big ass horse cock" he said as he slapped at my erection. To me, this is the deepest of humiliations, and I let out a few gentle whimpers. But that
wicked smile would not fade, and he simply replied as he always did when I complained. "Shut up bitch, you know you like it" and to an extent I knew he was right. He leaned in
once more and kissed me deeply, but as i was distracted he worked his hands between my legs and started caressing my taint. This is my weak my weak spot, my achilles heel. I
lost all control of my body and begun squirming and moaning and writhing like a demented whore. Somewhere, far off, I heard a woman begging, "Please master, PLEASE!" Puppy's
caressing became lighter, tickling almost, shock waves rang through my body like a bell. "Master, Master please!" With a sigh and much to my horror Puppy stopped, leaned in and
pulled his hair back behind his ear.
"Please, what?" he said with irritation in his voice. I grew shy, I always grew scared when he was irritated with me. So I mousily reasoned "Please, Master, I've been a good
girl. Master will you please fuck me?" To my relief the irritation on his face subsided and was replaced with a knowing smile. He unhooked his leash from my collar, tied it to
the large steel ring that was bolted to the wall on my side of the bed and then reconnected the leash to my collar. He stood up and stretched, letting out a lazy yawn. "Maybe,"
he said indifferently as he looked down at me squirming still with need, "I'll think about it over a cigarette" He walked out and closed the door behind him. I could hear the
bamboo mats crushing under his feet as he sauntered off to the back deck.
I moved quickly,I knew exactly how he would want me when he came back. He'd want me primed, he'd want me vulnerable and he'd want me quiet. Thankfully, my short leash was
still just barely long enough to reach the toy chest at the foot of the bed. I grabbed what I needed. The D-ring leather gag, the chain chest-harness, folding handcuffs his
favorite lube and my favorite, the foxtail plug. Still working quickly I lubed and inserted the plug. I had to hurt myself to get it in, but if it raised my chances It was worth
it. It isn't often Puppy rewards me like this. I put on the harness and strapped the gag around my head tight. I thought about moving my leash from the collar to the gag but
though it best not to remove my leash for any reason, lest I anger my master. Finally I cuffed my hands behind my back. Forcing me to kneel face buried in the bed. Puppy always
says, "Face down, ass up, that's the way we like to fuck" and I do love to please him.
Puppy loves to make me wait and this time was no exception. After twenty minutes my legs began to cramp. and I shifted my weight from side to side to keep them from falling
asleep. I had to stay primed. I hear the front door open just outside the bedroom and I let out a dogged sigh. Seconds later my housemate and best friend of 6 years walks
through the door.
"Oh! I see!" he says with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice. I'm a little embarrassed, but isn't that really the point? I turn to face him as best I can and let out a
muffled, "Arf!" and wagged my tail at him, after all it was always nice to see him. The soft fox fur swayed gently against the backs of my thighs, and I experienced a private
moment of sexual rush. He leaned in and shook his fingers through my hair and in a baby voice asked if I had been a "bad girl." I shook my head no. I was hurt and offended and
I'm sure my eyes betrayed that emotion. He stood erect.
"Well then, you keep being good and maybe your master will give you a treat." I certainly hoped so, I wagged my tail even more ecstatically than before at the word "treat".
He petted me on the head and and headed out saying that he was just stopping in to pick something up, and that he's be back later. A few minutes later Puppy walked in looked
down at me and let out a snort.
"Well look at you all tied up and defenseless" I turned my head to look over my shoulder wagged my tail at him and let out a few soft whimpers.
"Tut, tut, tut. No begging" He grabbed at my harness, scratching hard at my skin with his sharp claws in the process, and pulled my chest off of the bed, ramming hard into my
ass with his pelvis. Holding me there with one arm he reached up and grabbed one of his toys from the wall. My heart skipped a beat not knowing what he was grabbing, but I
could guess. THWACK!!! A hard blow to my side, just below the ribs. The pain stung like dull fire and I knew he grabbed his baby, the studded, leather paddle. I yelped as best I
could through the gag. THWA- THWACK! Two blows this time one right after the other on my ass. I screamed and twisted away slightly, but I wanted more. He let go of my harness
and I fell face first into the bed. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me up again, arching my back. In one smooth motion he moved the leash from my collar to the gag and threw
me back down into the bed. He stood back and surveyed me, and I looked backed helpless and scared, but eager.
"Hmmm, look at you with you little tail wagging. So cute!" I proudly let out a muffled "Arf! Arf!" and waged my tail even harder. As he unbuttoned his pats he goaded me,
"Who's a good bitch? Who's my good bitch?" I was in bliss. I wagged and squirmed and barked as much as my restraints would let me. "I know. It's you, isn't it? You're my good
bitch." I presented my ass for my "treat" A little sad that my tail would have to be removed in order to receive it. Puppy stroked my tail and re-positioned it a bit, rubbing
the fur on his cock. I felt him get a firm grip on the base and start to pull it out a bit. "Ready for your treat, bitch?" Before I could respond he rammed the tail in as deep
as he could and slid his dick in with it. The pain was explosive! I had never had two things inside of me at once before, and I screamed at the top of my lungs. Fortunately I
was gagged and my face was buried in the bed or someone might have called the police. He was merciless. Sometimes grabbing at my harness with both hands and reaming me,
sometimes digging his claws into my skin and drawing blood. By the time the pain subsided I was still screaming murder, each thrust sent icy fire from every inch of me into g-
spot, my body convulsed and contorted drawing me loser to orgasm. He picked up the flog and smacked me harder than before. Tears streamed from my eyes I felt explosions all
throughout my sweat drenched body. I suddenly became aware that I was screaming louder then I had ever screamed in my life. Puppy drilled me harder and faster, drawing out my
exquisite orgasm. Soon I heard his grunt as I could feel his heat gushing inside of me. He hunched over me, half collapsed, he crossed his arms over my stomach and dug his claws
into my sides, biting me just below the neck. This was him knotting me. Making sure every last drop of his sex was delivered deep inside of his bitch. We staid that way for a
few minutes, breathing heavily, me still spasming at intervals. Eventually he rolled off of me and collapsed on the bed, still panting. My legs gave out and I crawled up to his
side, where he put his arm around me and kissed me on my head.

"Good Bitch"
"Arf!"

So there I was, in my usual position face down ass up and receiving the relentless lashings of my Master, Puppy, with his new fixation, his studded leather paddle. My collar is leashed tightly to the steel headboard of the bed, and Master is standing at the bedside, dishing out punishment with one hand, and casually having a drink with the other. The pain was exquisite. Every strike given with no rhythm, no pattern. Soft, slow gentle caresses this time, full bodied blows that vibrate up and down my spine the next, striation of sides for now, sadistic flagellation on the same spot the next, and the next, and the next. Pain! delicious, terrifying and overwhelming. This is what love feels like. This is what living feels like. And it feels wonderful. I am taken away into a whole new world.... And then, nothing. The torment ends, and a bit too early. I dare to raise my head and sneak a glance at master. His cargo shorts as red as the blood I feel trickling down my back betray his posture. He is stretching and his elongated pose pulls his sun starved skin taught showing the subtle rippling of the muscles in his abdomen. His stomach, chest and arms are completely exposed and hairless. I dare sneak a glance up to his face, trying hard not to catch his eye.... SMACK! He comes down hard right on the base of my spine. I feel dizy for a moment. Right. I wasn't told to raise my head. Instinctively I tense my body, knowing that such brazen disobedience would mean only one thing, he would be switching to the crop, my nemesis. I could already feel my stifled screams swelling in my throat and more blood trickling down my ass. I panicked a bit. 

  But Master had other plans apparently. I heard his fingers snap. A signal that I should pay attention. I quickly, but cautiously turn to face him, still trying to avoid his eyes, but out of shame this time. His hand was clenched oddly, I knew that this was a command, but it was one that I did not recognize, like he was trying to make a fist, but stopped mid way. In my confusion I cocked my head to the side and opened my mouth to let out a questioning "Arf?" But before I could get a word out he took  his paddle, turned it to its side and shoved it into my mouth. So that's what this new command is, "hold this".  I look up at him with grateful puppy eyes. He is a vision of beauty. Stubble is growing on his soft jaw and his wild Irish hair is cascading gently down his back and shoulders  His forest green eyes are tearing holes into me with his stern concentration, and his soft, pink, inviting lips are twisted into a wicked grin. He is masculinity and femininity merged in perfection, and the image of him bearing sown on me with that expression on his face send chills down my back. He scratches  me quickly behind my  ear and I loose control of my leg and even with the paddle clutched tightly in my mouth he can see that I'm smiling. "Good girl," he says to me, and I wag my tail with pride and love. "Stay" he adds while pointing down, his gesture for the same command. I sit, but keep my head up to that I don't have to look away from him, this does pull on my collar a bit, But who needs to breathe? Puppy and his wicked smile walk out the door and go for a smoke on the balcony and I am left glowing with joy and submission, eagerly awaiting the second half of my beating....

TBC

Hello everybody! God it's been too long since I've used CM. My master has recently discovered my "tolerance" for pain and has taken quite an obsession with doling out as much as he can to me in increasingly creative ways. I thought that from now on I'd Make a record of it so that I could share and relive some of the best moments. The stories I post here are all 100% true and in fact this particular event happened last night, just before we went to bed. The neighbors hate us I'm sure.