Chapter 9

Sue arrived just as I was finishing breakfast. We shared a second mug of coffee before heading out to get our chores done. As soon as mine were complete I zipped inside to strip off before using the bathroom then the shower, a quick rinse and a lot of lube later I was ready. Sue found me, a drawstring bag dangling from one hand. We walked around to King’s kennel, he was waiting for us, eying me as we approached.

Sue pressed me up against the bars, King taking advantage by licking me, his tongue rasping my pussy before slithering inside. Distracted by King’s tongue I wasn’t prepared for Sue’s evilness, she had opened the bag she carried and with a deft move, pressed the tip of a butt plug up between my thighs, forcing King’s tongue aside as she filled my pussy with the big rubber plug. Her next trick were gloves, weird mitten style things that buckled around my wrists and held my fingers and thumb in a pouch that then got attached to the wrist strap. Not uncomfortable, I just couldn’t use my fingers.

One hand on my back pressing me against the bars, Sue took command, putting King through a string of commands, working him up, teasing him until his frustration was as obvious as his thick cock that jutted out proudly beneath his powerful body.

When Sue finally opened the door and shoved me inside, King’s arousal was at fever pitch and he wasted no time forcing me to my knees to take his pleasure from his bitch. Of course with my pussy full of rubber plug he could only use my ass. His cock forced me open, the lube easing the way as he drove hard and fast, reaming me, punishing me for not being around to relieve his need.

The plug was of course Sue’s idea of payback, she did promise to fix my ass, it was going to be a long day if the plug stayed in. The gloves ensured I couldn’t remove it, so either King had to find a way or my bowels would be leaking cum for days and my ass was going to be gaping for a while.

The thing was, I wanted King just as much as he wanted me, I rocked back against his every thrust, legs and hips moving, adjusting to get him as deep inside as possible. Right then I didn’t care about how hard he fucked, how his claws raked my body, I just wanted his cock stretching me, filling me, hot dog cum filling me up. Just the thought had me cumming, screaming as his teeth grazed my neck and my body convulsed. Marked, cum filled, owned. Everything I wanted, needed. Her words came back to me, echoing around in my head. “You crave a strong alpha dog because at heart you’re an alpha bitch. You NEED a strong dog to make you feel validated.” Was that really true... ?? I’d never pictured myself as an alpha bitch, but then I only used ‘bitch’ in the context of being dog girl, a dog’s bitch. Then I thought of Sue, her oiled body so beautiful, the collar, her eyes, her obedience, the power I felt as I commanded her. King’s teeth snapped me back to the present, the nip to my shoulder sharply painful. He wanted all of me, wouldn’t allow my thoughts to wander off. Yes. I did need a strong alpha dog. She was right, so maybe the rest of it was true too... ??

I focused my attention on my ass, working it, muscles gripping, relaxing, King had the cock, I had the need, I was going to make him cum for me, show him he’s not the only alpha in the kennel... !!

King must have sensed something, the change in me. His cock seemed to swell, his manner became more forceful, not more violent, it was a as if he accepted the challenge, the battle of wills that needed to happen between us. Sue noticed it too, she sub side instantly recognising the interplay. She called for help soon after.

I was oblivious, King was my entire world and I was intent on ruling it, or at least co-owning it. Sex is a weapon, King and I had whole armouries to draw upon.

I don’t recall the playground tussle that required my parents wisdom, but I’ve never forgotten their words. “Pick your battles sweetie, boys egos are fragile, sometimes it’s better not to fight, if you lose, you’ve lost his respect, of you win, you lose him.” My father was more practical. “If you can’t afford to lose, then win or die fighting.” He added another pearl. “Don’t judge a guy by the size of his balls, but by how he reacts when you squeeze them.”

Which gave me an idea...

But first I needed to endure the tie, or use it. King rarely dismounted to go ass to ass whilst tied, he much preferred to dominate his bitch, using his weight to pin her down as he bred her. So my first move was to ease my arms around so his forelegs were trapped, then I relaxed, seemingly spent and submissive.

The timer on the door was only visible on the outside, inside time meant nothing, all that mattered was King. His domain, his rules. But...