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“Hey. Is this yours?”

Dina was sitting in an armchair in the living room when Abby came in and asked her that question. In the middle of a good book, she really didn’t care to be interrupted by a trivial question such as that. At least that’s what she felt when looking up to see her friend standing in the doorway with Dina’s panties stretched between her two thumbs. An expansive piece of undergarment, they were made of fine black lace, see through across every facet from the waistband to the G-string. With Abby’s thumbs pulling them apart, they spanned the taller Bernese Mountain Dog’s chest and shoulders.

Dina blinked behind her reading glasses a few times before taking them off to make sure she was seeing right. “Um… Yeah, they are. Why?”

Abby just smirked before folding the panties back together and tossing them at Dina who was startled to catch them. “Yeah, I thought they were. Guess where I found them?”

Dina was holding them to her enormous bosom. She had a frame like Abby’s, albeit much shorter. What she lacked in height compared to her friend and fellow femdom she more than made up for in a rotund, voluptuous frame typical of their breed. Dina bunched the underwear into her fist and held it up for a moment to think. “I don’t know. Tell me.”

Abby’s grin widened. “Danny’s room.”

Dina’s bright brown eyes went round. “You’re kidding me.”

Abby shook her head. “Nope. Went in there to clean up a little and change his sheets when I found it trapped between his mattress and the box frame. Little shit must’ve snatched it from you these past few days.”

Dina looked at her panties with something of a grimace. She’d worn it multiple times when performing on the human, usually sitting on his face and forcing him to eat both her holes out. “Son of a bitch… I bet he strapped this thing over his face and jerked his little dick. God, I haven’t even cleaned it since last time. The little pervert.”

Abby had assumed the same. “Yeah, I bet he wanted to steal one that wasn’t clean.

Dina scoffed. “Little brat.” She realized she was still holding onto the panties. Were they ruined, or were they made even sexier? Either way she found herself unable to let go. The image of Daniel’s face wrapped up in the garment plus his cock in his hand thrilled her in a way she couldn’t ignore. She looked up at Abby. “So… What are you going to do about it?”

“Me? Oh, I didn’t have any plans. They’re your underwear.” That conniving smile came back. “I thought you’d come up with something.”

Dina’s eyes fell into her panties again. There was Daniel’s pervy little face swaddled in it, his eyes rolled back as he huffed on her fumes and jerked his willy. Dina’s tail thumped on the armchair as her own devilish grin split her face. “Say, Abby, have you ever been to Canada?”

* * *

Daniel experienced the most anxiety during his trip up north while walking up the front steps to Dina’s house. It had nagged him ever since Abby dropped the news that the two of them had been invited to come stay the week with Dina up in Canada. Daniel was no stranger to her extended company by this point. Her visits to his and Abby’s home were always exciting and filled with mind-blowing sex. He figured now would be no different, but there was a huge catch. Dina’s husband Matt would be here the whole time.

The discovery that Dina was a married woman had fallen on Daniel like a ton of bricks. The two of them had performed debaucheries in the raunchiest tier before Dina casually brought Matt up in a conversation with him and Abby. He thought Abby didn’t know either, but nope. Dina had told her when they first chatted online. Dina made it clear that Matt was both fully aware of what Dina was doing and was completely fine with it. Indeed, Matt was the kind of fellow who took great enjoyment out of other men doing things to his wife. That was a very small load off Daniel’s back, but a heap of rubble remained. The fact was that Daniel had sex with a married woman, and now he was about to meet the husband.

Dina had driven the couple from the airport to her home in Perth. On the front steps Daniel and Abby stood behind her with their luggage. Daniel watched with a knot in his throat as Dina opened the door and genially invited the two inside. He let Abby go in first, then trailed her with a certain pallor hidden behind his long, brown bangs. Please, let me get through the weekend without it being too awkward.

The house Dina and Matt lived in was a small flat near downtown Perth, among a row of similar buildings that stretched for the entire street. In front of the door were the steps leading upstairs and those leading into the basement behind another door. The place was decorated sparsely with old posters and pictures of Dina and Matt together. Matt was a golden retriever, much smaller than his wife in frame and in height. In every photo of the two together they looked incredibly happy, ironic to Daniel given Dina’s habit of fucking other men.

“There they are!” chimed a voice from deeper in the house. Daniel felt his heart leap in his chest as he looked down the hall past the steps and saw Matt coming to greet the trio. He was as small as he looked in the photos, as small as the human Daniel. Matt wore a sky-blue polo shirt and some light khaki shorts. Highlighting his spry face were bright blue eyes. Daniel felt bad for thinking it, but Matt looked like the kind of guy who let other guys nail his wife.

Dina stepped aside for him so he could meet Abby and Daniel. “Matt, sweety. This is Abby and Danny.”

Abby strode up to him. “So nice to meet you!” The pair shared a great big hug which Daniel thought would snap the retriever in half.

When they let go Matt came around and smiled at Daniel. “Danny! Nice to meet you pal!” To Daniel’s horror, he came in for a hug rather than a shake.

Daniel wasn’t so rude as to refuse, but he didn’t have to like it. He wore his best smile and hugged Matt who patted him on the back. “Yeah! Nice to meet you too. Just call me Daniel. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Oh, likewise!” Matt let go and stood back. “I feel like I know you already after everything Dina’s told me about you two. I’m so glad you could make it!”

Daniel dreaded to know just how much that entailed. “Yeah, we are too.”

Dina waved the couple over towards the kitchen. “Come on. You two leave your bags there and come into the kitchen for some drinks. I want you three to know each other for real. Let’s chat.”

And so, the four of them herded into the kitchen where Matt, Daniel, and Abby sat at a small table. Daniel was across from Matt with Abby on Daniel’s right, looking like a giant next to the smaller dog. It put into perspective how Daniel himself looked when next to her. Dina went to the fridge and got some drinks for everyone to enjoy. Thus, kicked off a pleasant conversation less awkward than Daniel had anticipated. Matt proved to be a charismatic guy, one eager to carry on a subject for as long as possible while making it fun and engaging. Daniel found himself laughing at his jokes, as well as making him laugh in return. Though the elephant still lingered, the subject of sex was never brought up once, nor did Daniel fear it would.

After a while Matt asked what either of them wanted to do for their first day. “You guys want to watch a movie? I got a whole DVD collection you can choose from.”

Dina rolled her eyes. “He loves showing off his collection. You can’t escape it once you’re in this house.”

“You’re damn right I do, and no, you can’t. How does that sound?”

Daniel didn’t mind the idea. He looked over at Abby who was already nodding her head. “Sure! That sounds like fun,” she said without hesitation.

“Awesome! Matt stood up from his chair with a coke bottle in hand. “Come on. Have a look and take your pick. Dina will make us some popcorn and snacks.”

“Oh, gee, don’t worry Matt,” said Dina in a sarcastic tone. “I’ll make popcorn and snacks.”

Matt shot her a smirk. “Aw, thanks sweety. Thanks for volunteering.”

Daniel couldn’t help but smile. It almost made him forget the utterly sinful reasons the four of them had been brought together. He and Abby followed Matt into the TV room where they found an impressively massive movie station complete with surround sound and a big, black leather couch. On the wall behind the couch was a framed soccer jersey with the name Magdeleno under the collar. The number bore the player’s signature. It struck Daniel as odd seeing how it was the only bit of sports memorabilia in the whole house. Matt’s DVD collection filled two entire shelves that stretched from the floor to the ceiling. “Take your pick!” he said while gesturing to his rather prolific collection. It proved difficult with so many to choose from. In the end Abby and Daniel chose a movie they had both seen and knew they would like: Jurassic Park, the very first one. Matt told them they had good taste and popped it in his PlayStation 5 to get it started.

The movie started with the raptor cage scene when the smell of popcorn wafted in from the kitchen. Dina came in with three bowls of it and laid it in each their laps. She didn’t seem to notice the movie even as she passed by the TV screen. “You didn’t make a bowl for yourself?” Daniel asked after thanking her.

“Oh, it’s in the kitchen,” she said quietly and with an odd smile. “I’m making something else for us. I’ll be right with you guys in a little bit.”

“Oh, OK. Thanks. What is it?”

Dina’s cheeks dimpled for a moment before she fought back a grin. “It’s a surprise.” Then, without another word, she went back to the kitchen where Daniel couldn’t see her.

Daniel sat back in the couch and grabbed a fistful of popcorn which he stuffed into his mouth. His tummy rumbled with anticipation over what Dina had cooking for them. For now, he enjoyed the movie, one he’d seen before but never got old. At one point Abby finished the bottle she was drinking from and looked over at him. “Hey babe, do you think you can get some drinks for us? Maybe some beers?”

The request caught him off guard seeing how Matt, the host, was right there next to him. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Are they in the fridge?”

“Oh, we just ran out in the fridge,” Matt said. “There’s an extra pack in the fridge downstairs in the basement. Did you see the door next to the stairs coming in?”

“Yes.”

“Down there, you’ll see the fridge. Bring up whatever you want.”

“Any brand is fine,” Abby noted.

Daniel wore a slight frown. Why are they making me do it? He wasn’t about to make a fuss about it, so he got up and went towards the front entrance where the basement steps were. Whatever. I guess I’ll get to see what kind of cool stuff they have in their basement. He made it to the door and opened it. A staircase greeted him. Coming down the steps he wondered, She said get any brand, but will they have many to choose from? Most people I know-

The thought dropped dead in his mind the moment he made it to the bottom step. Sprawled before him was a sex dungeon. Blackened walls, a furry rug, dark lights strung around the ceiling, the basement exuded evil and debauchery. Whips, riders, ballgags, and other such paraphernalia hung from the walls next to the shackles. In the center of the floor were a pair of pillories, one for the head and wrists, the other with a single larger hole for… something else. Hanging from the ceiling was a sex. Of all the terrible things lurking in the basement, there wasn’t any fridge. Daniel’s heart had plummeted into a vat of ice water. Eyes widening, face blushing, he turned as quickly as he could to retreat up the stairs.

He was too late. Dina stood at the top wearing nothing but a black corset which choked her curvaceous frame. In her paws which wore black leather sleeves she carried a crop rider, the business end clutched in her fist. She smiled down at her captive, appearing above him like an executioner ready to enact punishment. “Hey there, Danny. Enjoying the movie?”

He stood at the bottom of the steps like a deer in headlights. He stared straight into her crotch, wary of her partial nudity and the proximity of her husband just one room away. That look on her face was familiar, one that exuded kindness but brought with it sexual pursuit. Daniel’s right foot was on the bottom step, ready to propel him forward. Instead, it remained pasted there, as heavy as concrete. Daniel gulped. “I… I was. Why… Why are you wearing that?”

She pretended to notice it. “Oh, this ol’ thing? I just threw it on, is all. Say, Danny, tell me if you recognize this.” Dina lifted the crop from her fist and pulled on something else that was balled up inside it. Rolling out was the pair of panties he’d stolen from her room the last time she had visited.

Daniel’s blood ran even colder. But I put it back! She never said anything about it. “U-um, no.” It almost sounded like a question, like he was asking her if she’d believe him. “Are those yours?”

“They are, and you know that. Your dear Abby found them while cleaning your room one day. You had it tucked under the mattress. Clearly, you should’ve picked a better hiding place.”

Fuck. I had no idea. “S-sorry, Dina. I… I just…”

“Wanted to sniff my panties and jerk off while I was away?”

Hearing her say it out loud twisted a knife in his gut. Abby and Matt weren’t far away. He dreaded them hearing. “Y-yeah.”

“Mmhmm, I know you did. You know, sweetie, you could’ve just asked. I know how much you love huffing on my ass. I would’ve said yes. But instead, you went behind my back and stole from me, and now we’re going to have to do something about it.” Dina took a couple steps down the stairs and closed the door behind her. “Into the basement. Take your clothes off.”

Daniel knew he was fucked. “Yes ma’am…” He slumped off the bottom step and deeper into the dungeon where he ensconced himself in its horny malice. He heard Dina’s heavy footsteps thudding down the stairs. His shirt came off in a rush, revealing a scrawny, pale torso that managed to glow even in the dull basement light. Dina made it to the bottom, wielding that devilish instrument and eying her prisoner as he stood nude to the waist.

He stayed frozen for a moment, prompting her to tell him, “I meant more than just your shirt.”

That made him jolt. “R-right.” He quickly peeled out of his shoes and socks before undoing his fly and letting his shorts plummet to his ankles. That left him in his boxers which took a moment longer for him to remove. His thumbs ran around the hips in just one tiny move to delay his coming nakedness. With Dina eyeing him so closely, there was no hope of doing anything else. His thumbs went into the band and shoved them down his legs, pitting him into his nature. His limp and shriveled pecker swung for a moment before he stood up and covered it with both hands modestly. He’d been nude in front of Dina plenty of times now, but with Abby and Matt so close he was much more self-conscious than usual. The thought of either of them wandering down there and seeing him bare terrified him, though by now he was certain that the pair were aware of what was going on.

“There we go. Why cover that up? It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” Dina teased.

Daniel’s throat went tight. He unraveled his hands from his groin, leaving exposed that shrunken worm in its cocoon and the wiry brown bush that blossomed just above it. “Sorry, I… I’m just nervous.”

“I’m sure you are. It’s alright. Matt’s the same way, but he knows how to behave better than you by this point. Whenever he doesn’t, I use this on him.” Dina reached into her cleavage and pulled something out. Daniel’s stomach twisted at the sight of a small, stainless steel chastity cage with a flat cap head. Attached to it was an adjustable screw for size. “Today, I’ll be using it on you. Have you ever tried on one of these?”

Daniel shook his head. “No ma’am.”

An evil grin rose upon her face. “Well, this will be an awfully sharp learning curve for you, then.” She strode towards him with the cage, making his sphincter tighten with each step she came closer. Excitement and the sight of her corset-bloated tits made his penis start to harden, a process she would very quickly reverse. Dina fell to her knees in front of him and lifted his penis with the tip of the crop rider, making him shiver. The leather touching his cockskin filled him with a level of terror ready to make him faint. “Awwww, look at you. Already shriveled up for mommy. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep it that way.”

Daniel knew that would prove impossible, and so did Dina. She placed the crop rider on the floor in front of her knees and opened the chastity cuff. She held his cock in just her two fingers before flattening it under the cap. It was mercifully warm from the heat of her bosom, though the way it smushed his manhood into something just short of a nub was Draconian. The fact it could’ve been adjusted even tighter terrified him and sparked empathy for Matt who’d already suffered imprisonment an untold many times. Dina locked the cuff around the root of his balls, squeezing them into the scrotum and swelling the skin around their ovoid shape. Dina wore a proud smile as she lifted his subdued masculinity with her two fingers. “There we go. Right where it belongs.”

Daniel was already struggling. His erection was still trying to build itself, though it met nothing except ungiving steel. Dina’s kind touch wasn’t helping. The way she lifted his balls made the pulse of his cock vein pound against the cap. Through gritted teeth he asked her, “What do you want me to do next?”

Dina stood up. “Easy. Open your mouth.” Daniel didn’t like the sound of that. He did as he was told, submitting to whatever Dina planned on putting inside him. She reached back into her cleavage- quite the treasure trove, apparently -and brought out a cherry red ball gag. Dina held it by the ends of its black leather straps and guided the ball between his teeth, pressing his tongue with its plastic curves. It was buckled behind his head tightly enough that the straps sank into the back of his neck. Drool coagulated around the corners of his mouth where it was bowed around the ball’s shape.

“Much better.” Dina pointed over his shoulder with the crop. “Over here. I’ll be putting you in this.” Daniel turned around and saw the two pillories again. Dina wandered around him and opened the one closer that had only a single large hole in its center. She undid the latch holding the two halves together and lifted the upper one like the unhinged jaw of a snake. The inside of the hole was lined with a soft velvet, just one small comfort in what was about to be his torment. “On your stomach,” Dina said, tapping the bottom of the hole with the crop.

It might as well have been an iron maiden with iron spikes, it intimidated him so greatly. Worse still was the woman holding the device open for him, ready to inflict and even more terrible punishment should he hesitate any longer. Daniel trudged up to the pillory and bent over at the waist. His abdomen fell neatly into the groove where the inner felt scratched at his skin. Dina pushed her fingers into the gap where his sides met the pillory to make sure it wouldn’t pinch him once it closed. After confirming that he wasn’t in the way, she swung the device closed. Wood struck wood with a devastating CLACK loud and close enough to make Daniel jump and yelp. The latch was closed on him, leaving him suspended in an awkward bend, having to hold onto the pillory just to keep himself from toppling over.

The other half of his containment would help with that. Dina opened the stocker for his head and hands. He watched it wheel closer to him, ready to chew him to bits. “Lift your head,” Dina commanded. Daniel obeyed reluctantly, and the pillory was brought beneath his neck which he rested into the groove. She didn’t have to order his wrists into the other holes astride his head; he did that on his own. After checking she wouldn’t pinch him again, she closed the stocker on him. CLACK! Next came the latch, completing his total and inescapable bondage.

“There we go,” purred a proud looking Dina. “Comfortable?”

Anything but. Daniel was forced into mid-air prone position by the pillories. His ass and legs hung out of the first one with just the balls of his feet able to touch the scratchy rug beneath him. The velvet lining scratched and burned on his skin. He could lift his body, wrists, and head for some relief, but never all of them at once. Doing so was tiring, thus he was left there limp and defeated. All of that was tolerable in comparison to the continuous press onto his junk from the cage. “Unff…”

“Good, because you’ll be staying that way for a while.” Dina strolled to where his scrawny backside was hanging. There she saw his choked man fruit dangling between his thighs, its steel coffin reflecting her image back at her. She took a moment to admire his cute, round posterior. She could see the line of bumps demarcating his spine running along his back. His puckered backdoor winked at her, clenching with his every shift and squirm. An adorable sight. A shame what she had to do to it. Dina arced the crop rider out at hip-level. It came far behind her before hissing through the air in a heinous sidearm motion. Black leather landed squarely onto the doughy flank of Daniel’s right cheek. Thwack!

He jerked hard in the pillory, bumping his neck and bulging his eyes half out of their sockets. “Hfffff!!” His arms jerked in their restraints on reflex but could only squeeze the meat of his hand into the wood. Pain echoed throughout his buttock in the wake of what had been a shockwave. “Hffff… Hffff… Dnuhhh…”

“Shut up.” She winded up another smack, right on the same spot. Thwack! Daniel jerked and whimpered again. “You know you fucking deserve this, right?” Thwack! A backhand this time, across his other cheek. The carbon fiber shaft jarred against her fist, jolting the forces up her arm and his butt. “You little fucking pervert.” Thwack! “Stealing my panties. So fucking pathetic.” Her tone failed to match the barbarity of her words, each curse and insult coming sweet and timid like she was cajoling him. “You make such a pitiful little man. Do you steal other girls’ underwear too?” Thwack! “I bet you do. Bring them home and wrap them around your face so you can jack your willy like a fucking loser.” Thwack! “Huffing on ass fumes. You make me sick.” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Daniel’s bottom absorbed each impact, turning a flummoxed shade of red where she’d struck him. Crop-shaped welts had grown from the white skin of his haunches. There were more than a dozen of them within the first few minutes, representing a crash of leather on flesh and an explosion of pain. Daniel squealed and whimpered past the ball gag. His face would scrunch and bulge behind his bangs. Spittle sagged and swung from his mouth and plopped to the floor below. He would try and spit the gag out and scream, but it remained trapped in his jaws, muffling him. More strikes on his bottom. More squeals and squirms. More sparks of white agony in his brain to ignite a storm of humiliation and discomfort which made his cock throb behind its steel cap.

“Look at you,” Dina said during a brief lull in the torture. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, having the crop rider jut out at an angle from her fist. “Crying, whimpering, writhing like a little bitch. I thought you were a man. Well, at least I thought that before you went and stole my panties, you sick freak.” Her arms uncrossed. The one with the crop came reeling back. Thwack!

“Hnnnnnnnn! Uhnnnnn! Uffff… Hnnnnnnnnnnnn…” Daniel tried to free himself by jostling his head, wrists, and body about their portholes. No luck, and after a moment of struggling he came to a stop with his head sagged in defeat. God, this can’t be happening. He made another attempt at apologizing and begging her to make it stop. All that came were garbled grunts and choked sobs. The tears started rolling from his eyes and joining the puddles of spit that dotted the rug beneath his mouth. The purest grief contorted his deeply blushing features. “Hnnnnnn… Dnuhhhh…”

Dina walked around to his frontside and saw the streaks of sorrow on his cheeks. “Are you really crying? God, you’re even more pathetic than I thought. Can’t handle a little whipping, can you? You can do the crime, but not the time. Fucking sorry.” She brought the crop onto his chin, lifting his face so that they looked each other in the eye. “I think it’s time you start making up for what you did. How does that sound?”

A gulp pulled at the ball gag in his mouth. I wasn’t making up for it already? He met her query with agonized silence, his submission to whatever punishment awaited him written in his eyes. Dina lowered the crop from his chin and turned around. He thought she would leave to go get some other terrible instrument until he spotted that overloaded wagon of an ass pointed at him. The vanilla white saddle was framed by a brown gold which gave way to the fluffy black that covered the rest of her. He got an eyeful of it all when she flicked her tail up into a curl, brushing his face in the process. Looking over her shoulder at him, she bent over and put her paws on her knees. “Deep breath,” she said right before parking her rump slam onto his face.

Daniel saw the world go black once it had been absorbed by her crack now hugging the greater part of his head. Soft, musty haunch flesh slid down his cheeks and flattened against the wood of the stocker the same way his nose flattened against the leathery skin of her asshole. A groan mixed with misery and delight echoed from around the ball gag which was pressed against the brief space between her pucker and her cunt. That severe smell of hot Dina ass drilled itself into his nose, acting like a haymaker to the brain and the loins. “Hnnnn! Hmmmmmm… Mmmmmgghhhh…”

“That’s right, boy. Huff my fucking ass and don’t stop.” Looking down her back she could see his crown of brown hair peeking from between her buttocks and behind her lifted dog tail. She reached one paw back and grabbed a fistful of his hair so she could pull him even deeper into her canyon. At the same time her body came heaving backwards, bouncing itself off the stocker and further crushing his hapless visage. “Come on. You know what to do, pervert.”

Her certainly did. This was familiar territory, and with the threat of more spanks hanging over him like an anvil on a thread Daniel huffed Dina’s asshole for dear life. A whooping breeze of cold air hissed past her pucker once his lungs expanded. Snifffffffffffffffffff. That knot of wrinkled skin twitched hard against him, urging another deep whiff. First, he had to exhale which he did in the form of a long, throaty groan. “Hrrrrnnnnnnnnnnnn…” Snifffffffffffffffffff. “Nnnnnnnnnnnnn~” Sniffffffffffffff. His olfactory and lungs both simmered on her fumes, its source twitching and winking on his nose. The heat was utterly stifling, turning the inside of her ass cheeks into a sauna. Sweat accrued all along his face, joining the slop of spit that oozed its way down his chin and in front of her cunt now hot with arousal off the huff of her ass.

Dina was biting her lip. Just the tickle of his sniffs had her cunny on fire. Hearing him groan and whimper plus the grind of the ball gag against her cunt was enough to get her off should she force him to continue long enough. A fun idea, but one that required patience that she didn’t have. “Ohhh, fuck. That’s it, you fucking loser. Keep sniffing. Mmmm… Yeah.” Her cruel grip on his hair loosened into a kinder massage of his scalp. The bounce and grind of her ass remained firm and wild, however, driven by her growing need to cum.

Daniel had it too, though it was met with the ever ungiving stubbornness of his cock cage. He could distract himself on Dina’s sweet vapors at least, the ultimate opioid and aphrodisiac now so suffused with his senses that it glowed within the very origins of his gullet. Sniffffffffffffffffff. “Hmmmmmmmmrrrggghhhhhh…” He could almost forget he was trapped. Far from wary of Dina’s ass, he hoped she would saw it up and down his face so he could experience the entirety of its stench and softness.

But he would not receive such a luxury, not yet. Dina pulled her behind from him abruptly, the vacuum seal between her cheeks and his face being filled by a rush of cool air which chilled the ass sweat glistening on Daniel’s face. He was left there wide eyed and confused, the gray matter still in a fuzz from all the funk still sizzling in his chest and wafting from his face. Dina turned around with her own wild look on her face. She reached around Daniel’s head and unbuckled the ball gag, allowing it to plummet from his mouth finally. It hit the rug with a soft thump, flecks of his spit jostling off. Closing his jaw and being able to move it around brought great relief, though he would not use his freedom to speak. A wise decision, given the crop rider still locked in Dina’s grip.

She had not planned on using it. Indeed, she went right back to turning around and slamming her butt on his face, putting him right back where he was. This time, however, he had a mouth to use, and he knew exactly how to use it. Dina was just in the opening syllables of a command when he unleashed his tongue on her tailhole, drilling that taut epicenter and ensconcing himself with his lips wrapped around her pucker which in turn wrapped his tongue.

“Now eat my- Ahhh! Oh fuck. Mmm, you already know, you fucking weirdo. Huhhhh… Yes… Keep doing that.” Her rhythm of grinds resumed like they had never stopped. She brought her paw into the folds of her cunt and lashed at it with her middle and ring fingers, flashing her pearl out from beneath its hood as she would hook and pull at it. “Ohhhh! Oh fuck… Danny… Mmmmmmmm, eat my fuckin’ ass. Yes… Ohhhhhh~”

Daniel did as he was told and then some. His fists had been balled at the sides of his head for most of his punishment. Even when he suffered the brunt of her odor they remained clenched. Now they grabbed what they could of her backside, clutching that ample softness so that he could further squeeze it around his face and massage it. He could not grab much given her constant grinding and the restraints on his wrists, but he did everything he could to hold on. The effort was more than matched by what he levied upon her backdoor. Deep jabs of the tongue plus greedy orbits around her gummy walls helped satiate that terrific hunger as well as galvanize the woman bouncing on him. The taste of her ass was at its heaviest in his throat and mouth, each huff swelling his lungs and pouring out more heat out through her crack.

Dina’s veneer had officially crumbled under the weight of her pleasure. Her mouth was hung in an erotic O with her loud moaning. “Ohhhhh! Huhhhh! Yes! Fuck! Yes! Huhhhhhhhhhh~!” The sharp tickle of his tongue in her ass beside her dashing fingers worked in a sweet, sweet harmony. The pleasure was building sharply, just like the pitch of her voice once she’d struck the edge. It all came crashing down with terrific force, her soft curves jiggling into a massive quake. “Huuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!”

Daniel was there in the thick of it. His head suffered the brutal clench of her glutes and their rapid spasming. Her hips bucked to the flow of her contractions, causing her ass to jut back against his head. His tongue had slipped out of her bum, though it did not relent holding itself out to catch whatever taste of her he could still get especially now that she was cumming. It died down slowly, and Dina was left there half bent with an ocean of fizzling delight bubbling in her loins and down her legs. “Ohhhhhhhhhh, fuck. Mmmmmm, that was so good.” She stood up and turned around to see her prisoner stuck where he always had been, his tongue lolling, his eyes unfocused. His mind still wallowed in the pleasant burn of her odor now so firmly engraved on his senses that it dulled everything else in its color. Dina pushed his tongue back in with the crop rider, bringing him back to reality and making him look up at her.

“Good job. Looks like you’re good for something besides being a perverted little thief. Of course, that wasn’t your first time back there, was it?” He tried to formulate a response, a difficult task given the dearth of oxygen in his brain. Dina didn’t give him the time before she plucked the ball gag off the floor by its strap and calmly stuffed it back into his mouth.

“Ulfffff…” He thought he was done. With the splendor of eating a big woman’s ass out fading he was left to wade through the exhaustion. His mouth muscles were sore and his body was grinding into the stockers. Above it all was his penis’ never-ending attempt at breaking through a solid metal wall. So far, no luck. God, what next? She’s actually going to kill me.

A pleasant surprise came when he heard the latch on the stocker around his head and wrists being undone. The lid was lifted off him, and so too the one around his waist. Learned helplessness told him it was a ruse, that the moment he moved from that spot he would earn the wrath of her crop.

“Well? Aren’t you going to move?” she said instead.

A cautiously hopeful Daniel slowly lifted his head. Not feeling the bite of felt and wood against his neck was almost orgasmic. From there he didn’t hesitate to remove himself from the two stockers, his whole body feeling like a limb that had been stuck inside a cast. The gag was still in his mouth and the cage was still on his cock, but for just that brief moment he could enjoy the freedom of standing on his own two feet.

It didn’t last long. Dina grabbed him by the wrist, a gentle but firm reminder that he was under her control. “Over here, boy.” She aimed the crop at the sex swing that hung from the ceiling. Daniel’s heart plummeted. I really hoped she wouldn’t be using that. But with it being already set up and waiting for him, he should’ve known better. He was guided towards it by the wrist, his stomach sinking deeper and deeper the closer he got. Its fuzzy shackles and measly black hammock were more intimidating than the stockers. He felt its sadistic clutch when Dina lifted his arm to one of the cuffs and locked it around his wrist. She did the same to the other one, leaving him standing there with his hands above his head. She came around in front of him and held the hammock out. “Sit.”

Daniel obeyed, stepping over and placing his bum on the soft saddle. Dina pulled his ankles up and cuffed them both, leaving him suspended there with just the cuffs and the hammock to support him from plummeting to the rug. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. “Good. You look like you belong here even better,” she said while watching him sway there hopelessly. “Wait right here. Don’t go anywhere.” Dina left him for the armoire at the back of the dungeon. He hung there with a racing heart, dreading what contraption awaited him next. Dina came back without the crop rider, but with a small purple toy attached to a wire and a leg strap. Daniel recognized the egg vibrator, and his gut twisted.

Dina gazed at him saucily while putting the egg deep in her mouth then pulling it out by the wire like a lollipop. It squeezed out her lips covered in spit, then was promptly shoved right up Daniel’s ass as it hung over the edge of the hammock. “Hnn!” It pressed into his boy spot, eliciting a spark of delight and a throb in his cock. The pressure in his cage tightened, but Dina wasn’t done with him. After putting the strap around his thigh she kicked the egg on. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Daniel’s body seized, the muscles in his gut imploding around the great crush of pleasure from having his button pressed so firmly. Dina pressed the power up button on the strap several times until it was at the max setting. Bzzzzz-zzzzzzz-zzzzzz-ZZZZZZZZZ… Daniel squirmed and whimpered in his restraints. His penis felt ready to explode from the white-hot bliss now spreading through his insides.

Dina put a stop to that by pinching the adjustable screw on the cage and tightening it down further onto his penis. Already squished into a nub, the cap flattened his manhood into something like a pancake. He’d made it to the brink, only to be stuffed back and strung there like some abandoned hostage atop the rumbling railroad tracks. “Hnnnn! Hnnnnn! Hnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

Dina addressed him over the sounds he made. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go upstairs and enjoy the rest of Jurassic Park. I missed most of the beginning, but I’m sure Matt and Abby will rewind it for me.” Then she turned her back on him and headed for the stairs. “You have fun down here.”

Daniel watched her go with a level of dread and terror far exceeding what he’d felt just walking into the dungeon. Scraping through it was that razor edge perpetually scraping its way across his loins and in his bum, forcing his cocklet to drool and throb in its cage while the man just swung there with the egg buzzing inside him.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz-

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-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…

The movie came to a satisfying conclusion, and so Dina returned to her captive in the dungeon. He was right where she’d left him, dangling from that dastardly contraption with the vibrator up his bum, the ball gag in his mouth, and the cage scrunched into his pecker. Now the man’s brain had been destroyed by a deafening hum of delight. It had been kept short of the explosive orgasm his body so badly needed by the choke of his cage, thus any pleasure was matched by a seething ache which clawed at his nads and rippled down his leg muscles. His eyes did not focus on anything. The brain behind them had turned to mush. Drool ebbed down his cheek and dribbled to the rug below. Nothing but a week grunt could be heard with every exhale that eeped through his nose.

“Hellooooooo. I’m back,” said Dina as she approached him. Daniel didn’t respond, all cognizance having been drained from him. “I hope you enjoyed your time alone. I see you didn’t cum at all. That’s good. Want me to take the egg out?” Silence. “Well, OK. Because you asked so nicely.” Dina killed the vibrator. Bzzzzzzzzt. At last, the buzzing had stopped and Daniel was afforded a retreat from that mind-melting cusp. His eyes blinked the dungeon back into focus. He lifted his head to see Dina standing between his gaped legs, carefully removing the egg from his backdoor. It popped free of him, though like a phantom pain he could feel its presence lingering. Everything not aching with that need to cum was totally numb. Anything short of an orgasm or a bullet in the stomach would not have been registered by him.

“C’mere, you,” said Dina. She unscrewed his cage, relieving the restraint on his pleasure finally. The ball gag came out of his mouth, though his jaw remained too slack to form a word. Dina released him from the bar cuffs and cradled him into her arms so she could carry him to a nearby table. It yielded shackles to retrain him, but she didn’t use them. He was laid on his back with his calves hanging over the edge. Daniel laid there, exhausted and utterly spent, listening to Dina open the armoire before returning to him. “Danny.” He looked up and saw her standing where his legs were by the table. She had a massive black dildo strapped to her loins. Its onyx silicone shaft was studded from head to hilt with menacing pyramidal spikes ready to tear through his insides. “Are you ready to cum?”

Daniel would’ve been intimidated by the sight of such a tool in any other situation, but the idea of cumming mattered much more greatly. He would’ve opened his legs for her right there if he had the strength. “Y-yes… Yes ma’am.”

Thwack! A swat against where his hip met his ass. “Ah, ah. That’s momma to you, boy.”

“Ahh… Yes, momma.”

Dina smiled. “Good boy.” She grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him to the edge of the table so that his ass was hanging over it. Little time was wasted before she grabbed the dildo by its shaft and guided it into his backdoor. With just a soft push she compacted then dilated his ring. The tip vanished inside a shift of flesh, and stud by stud she began to penetrate him.

The moment his boy buzzer was pressed it was like he came back to life. “Hah! Hhhahhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Dina! Momma… I… Huhhh!”

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhh…” Dina picked up his legs into a tall V shape with his ankles on her shoulders. Her faux cock slid deeper and deeper until he had her to the hilt. She could see the flesh beneath his pubis swell around the presence of her phallus now totally swaddled in tight ass flesh. The dildo was not of her body and yet she could all but feel him milking her with his desperate clenches and quivers. “There we go. That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Nyuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!”

“Mmmm, I think so too.” Dina reeled her hips back, retracting half the strap on before heaving it back with a smooth but firm hump. A girlish squeal belted out of Daniel, every stud on that fuck stick adding degrees to his pleasure. Dina struck an even cadence of humps which had the inner flesh of Daniel’s ass sinking and then bulging. Her tremendous glutes clenched away, making the dough of her ass clap softly and wobble. Most pleasing were his loud whimpers and fruitless squirms. With her paws on his calves she could feel the sinews pulling away as they kicked and writhed. “Enjoying that, you little perv? Don’t think I don’t remember what you did. You’re not gonna steal my panties ever again, are you?”

It was hard to answer with such a massive cock in his ass. “Hyuuuuuhhhh! Y-y-y-yyyyyes… M-ma’am! Huhhhh!”

She gave him a loud spank on the side of his rump. “That’s momma to you, boy.”

“Hah! Huhhhh! Sorry… Momma… Yes momma! Ohhhhhh~!”

An evil grin split her face. “That’s a good boy. Alright. You can cum now. Cum on this big dick.”

He didn’t have to be told. “HYUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~!!!” His scrawny chest heaved into the air with the sudden arch of his back. Inside was the long-awaited burst of pleasure, hotter and louder than he’d ever experienced. Every part of him once aching with need now shuddered and spasmed under the vehemence of his ejaculation. It met the cap of his cage and was spurted out in all directions about his tummy and pelvis. Those splintered ivory ropes dotted the surrounding skin and table with pearls, the whole of his balls unloading what it had.

Dina kept fucking him for as long as she saw cum dribbling out the cage. When the spurting stopped and his squeal died into a weak gurgle she stopped. “That’s it, boy.” Dina stepped back until the dildo was free of his fucked-sore bum. She unstrapped it from around her waist and let it fall to the rug before walking to where his panting face lay. He looked so cute and handsome behind his bangs. So cute she had to kiss him. Her paw latched to his chin and pulled his mouth open. Down came her maw, tongue hanging. It latched to his, the opening of a tongue barrage which swept through his gums and jabbed its way deep into his mouth. She murred into him while his own weaker sounds of delight echoed from his nose.

Their mouths parted with a wet suction noise. Dina wiped her lips before hoisting him off the table and cradling him to her bosom. Just like that, the cruelty was over. “Hey sweetheart. You still with us?”

Daniel was latched to her bosom, one hand gently prying at the corset so he could feel more of her exquisite warmth. He smacked his lips and groaned. “Y-yeah… A little.”

“Mmm, good. I take it you’ll never steal my panties again?”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Daniel laughed a little. “No momma.”

“Good boy.” She kissed him on the forehead and very gently tilted him back down on his feet. “Now go put your clothes back on. They’re waiting for you upstairs. Oh yeah, and let me take this off for you.” Daniel stood on wobbly legs as she bent over and kindly removed the chastity cage. His limp penis came flopping out, glazed in his own cum. If coming out of the stocker was like taking a cast off, coming out of chastity was like rising from the dead. Dina sent him off when one last swat across the bum. Slap! “See you up there, Danny.”

Daniel operated on autopilot while marching towards his discarded clothes and putting them on. His legs were numb. His balls hurt. His ass felt like it had been used as a suitcase. Still, he managed to put his clothes on and climb his way back upstairs. He floated back into the TV room, finding Abby browsing her phone on the couch. Matt was nowhere to be seen. She looked up and saw him.

“Hey,” she said. “Where did you go? You missed the whole movie.”

He stared at her blankly. She had to have known. She probably set this up with Dina. So did Matt, probably. Daniel kneaded his fists and licked his lips. With nothing else to say, he simply muttered, “Nowhere.”

THE END