my legs and arms were shaking as they supported me, keeping my body up and exposed to the assault of the toy. the shakiness was only partly due to exhaustion - it was mostly caused by the agony of being kept on edge for what felt like eternity. a small eternity of watching my drool drip onto the floor as my abs kept flexing uselessly and my pussy kept clenching around nothing and the conversation above me kept going like nothing is happening.
it was only after i felt the heavy impact of my hip hitting the floor that i realized that my limbs gave out. the sudden absense of stimulation felt like blissful silence in my body.
then my ribs burned from a mean kick.
i heard a chuckle as i curled up on the rug. then i heard the squeak of the couch and muffled footsteps. a hand caressed the side of my face. i opened my eyes timidly.
"you are a lazy puppy, aren't you?"
her words were soft. always so soft. then i felt a sudden pressure on my neck - my collar being pulled up, choking me, making me panic for just a second-
you pulled me up to my knees by the collar in a fraction of a second and slapped sharply the spot where she just caressed.
tears rolled down my cheeks as i whined, looking up at you and biting down on the bone gag uselessly. your face expression sat precisely between anger and satisfaction. like nothing would set you off harder than me stepping out of line and like you would want nothing more in that moment. i looked straight into your eyes, surrendering myself to your cruelty.
your second slap was harder, meaner. it almost made me lose my balance. then arms wrapped gently around my shoulders.
"remember how you answer, puppy?"
i looked at the fuzzy mittens concealing my hands. i moved my fingers inside. then i moved my wrists, steping with my fuzzy paws.
i heard you sneer from above me before you kicked me again, half-heartedly this time. she petted my back comfortingly.
"what a good little puppy! so good when you're not slacking, hmm?"
when i looked up her, her eyes were almost gentle. there was a tiny glint in there, a spark of something else, something...
"she can be good when she's not trying to think. fucking brainless dog."
i looked at her pleadingly, seeking refuge from your cruel words. she smiled a perfectly soft smile.
"well, aren't you? aren't you a brainless little pup?"
i whined, my vision blurring. she petted my forehead.
"nothing but air in there, isn't that right?"
i saw the foggy shape of her rise, felt her hands coming up to the back of my head and unclasping the gag.
"not gonna be empty for long, sweet puppy."
the head of her cock touched my lips. i kissed it without thinking. then i felt your hand on my hip, the other pressing down onto my back, forcing it into an arch, my holes slowly getting exposed.
"open up, our dumb little pup."
her cock slid into my throat, finally silencing my head.
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