Unleashed: Randy, a Dog, Exposed
Copyright© 2025 by TMax
Chapter 6: Puppy’s New Master
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: Puppy’s New Master - Polona, who would do anything for her little sister, gets a friend to seduce her sister's boyfriend in a busy restaurant. Encouraged by fans, and maybe, just a little, by Randy's knowledge of how to please a woman, joins the pair.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Coercion Lesbian Heterosexual Alternate History DomSub FemaleDom Group Sex Black Female White Male White Female Exhibitionism Facial Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Revenge
Her smile grew as the power went to her head. I’d created a monster, a cute, teenage, female monster. Guys, men, beware.
“You can scrape your teeth on his dick, but be very careful, it will be very sensitive, the right pressure will make him squirm, too much pressure will also make him squirm, but for the opposite reason. Some guys like that, but most don’t like the pain,” I said.
My fingers caressed my clit. I wanted a slow orgasm, something to match Cynthia’s blowjob. Amazing. Her first time. I smiled at my superb teaching skills. She could make a lot of money with that skill, either through video or through the sex trade. Maybe I needed to add to my business, a harem of girls for horny, rich men, and women, would make me lots of money and give me great connections, some with blackmail potential.
She scraped her white teeth along the multi-pink colored shaft, with light blue veins, but this time, when he went to thrust forward, she gently bit down, enough for him to scream, but also stop. His whole body vibrated, every muscle tensed, sweat dripped off his chin, and landed on my shoulder. His eyes wide, his expression held fear, but also lust, and a need, something primal, he needed this. Cynthia had control of Randy, and if she did the next few things correctly, she would own him.
“I’m in control,” Cynthia said. Not mean enough, but because she said it with her teeth around and on his dick, Randy nodded, fast, a white ring around his irises, lips pulled back from his teeth, either in complete fear or ecstasy, or both. I knew he planned to turn the tables, to test her again, but I could also see the confidence that Cynthia exuded. She passed the first test, and given her new confidence, I bet she would pass the next also.
“Use your hands on him, you have three points of contact, overwhelm him, make him squirm,” I said. Randy’s eyes narrowed, his mouth flattened. Something switched. A bad boy. He had decided on a test before he would accept her as his new Master. I had passed, easily, because of my empathic enhancement, but Cynthia, she hadn’t, not fully, and she didn’t fully understand what he required. Not yet, but I could help.
“Good, this one likes to get dominated, but will test you, so don’t be afraid of taking control,” I said, softly, not as a command, but as a reminder. If he thought I controlled her, he would never submit to her. We had reached the point where she either took control and became Randy’s Master, or I would have to step in and manage the pair. I didn’t need the extra work, so I prayed that Cynthia would understand and take the necessary steps.
“If he tests you, do whatever you need to do to keep control, but not in a cruel way. Dominate does not mean sadistic, unless your sub likes that, which then you are doing it for them. Dominate means you control them for them, to give them pleasure. This one, as you know, knows how to give girls pleasure, and if you learn to control him, will make a great sub, but he knows that, and will test you, which is fucking exhausting, so think long and hard before you choose him,” I said.
Randy stood still, dick erect, his right hand on the wall, and his left on the bar above him. He gasped for breath. He pulled his dick back to regain control, a little boy’s ploy, like a little puppy dog, unsure if it wants to play. Cynthia placed her hands on her knees, leaned back against the toilet seat, and stared at Randy. I captured the contest. Her stern look against his puppy dog defiance. Her back arched, chest out. She breathed steady, deep, but in control of her breaths, while Randy held his, then exhaled too quick. She heard it, of course, she could likely hear his heartbeat, smell his arousal, and interpret that. So, while she didn’t have my empathic abilities, she had her own super senses, which she could use better than mine, having trained to use them.