Wolf and Squirrel
Work of fiction, do not attempt unless you have made sure everything is safe, BDSM requires alot of careful planning
"Wolf and Squirrel"
Drake was breathing slowly, drool dripping from his ring gag. The 6'3" grey wolf had his hands bound together above his head by leather cuffs, which were attached to a ring in the wall via a steel chain. His legs were kept apart by a spreader bar that fastened around his ankles. It didn't hurt, but it did make it impossible to close his legs. His wolf cock was at its full eight-inch length and his balls were tied up tight, with a short strand of elasticized cord left free.
"How is my bitch tonight?" said a feminine voice from across the room. Drake moved his head to see a 5'4" red-haired squirrel with B-cup breasts. She wore black leather gloves that ended at her elbows and a commander's beret on her head. Her short red hair was still visible under the hat. In her left hand, she held a riding crop.
The squirrel stood on the bed, right between the wolf's legs. She pressed her right foot onto the wolf's erect shaft and pressed down. She soon moved the heel of her foot to Drake's tied-up ball sack and applied force to it.
"I said, 'How is my bitch doing tonight?'" Her tone was hard as diamond. She began to press harder. Drake moaned in pain. He tried to speak, but could only utter garbled words. The squirrel only sneered. She applied more force and said with an evil grin on her face, "What's that? Can't understand you; try being a bit more clear." She took her riding crop and began to lightly but quickly swat Drake's restricted balls.
Drake's eyes were watering. After numerous attempts, he finally said something that sounded close to, "Bitch is yours, Mistress," through his gag. The pressure stopped building, then it weakened.
"Took you long enough, bitch. You've disappointed me," said the squirrel. "When I ask a question, you respond. Do you understand?" she said harshly. Drake nodded in answer to the question, fearing another session of painful punishment that involved his balls.
The squirrel walked closer, until she was near Drake's face. "Maybe you like it when I crush your puny little nuts. You just know how much I love nuts, don't you, bitch?" she said. Drake couldn't see her expression. All he could see was her wet pussy above him, slowly dripping onto his face. Suddenly, the squirrel sat, mashing her pussy right onto Drake's nose and mouth.
"Lick it, bitch," she said in a demanding tone. She grabbed his head and forced him in.
Drake felt he was going to suffocate. He pushed his tongue through his ring gag and began to lick the squirrel's pussy. "Harder," she said, moaning as Drake's tongue collided with her pussy over and over.
After five minutes, she pushed Drake's head back down to the pillow under him. With graceful motions, she sat on Drake's stomach, leaning against his erection. She brought her feet to his face. The squirrel didn't even give an order; Drake knew what he was to do. He began to lick the squirrel's feet: between the toes, over the soles, everywhere.
The squirrel smiled. "Good, bitch--perhaps there is hope for you yet."
She took her feet from Drake and turned around, now facing toward his erect cock. She put both her feet--covered in Drake's saliva--on both sides of his shaft. She pumped up and down slowly. After twelve pumps, she brought both feet to the tip of the wolf's penis and rubbed them all over it. Drake was moaning from what he was feeling....
And the rubbing stopped.
The squirrel stood and positioned herself over Drake's cock. Before she did anything, she took a length of cord from the side of the bed and tied it tightly around the base of his shaft. "I don't want you cumming. This is for me, bitch," she said. "Maybe if you answered me quicker, then I might have allowed you to cum."
The squirrel kneeled directly in front of the shaft, but she did not fuck it. First, she began to rub her wet pussy on the shaft of Drake's cock. Then, after 30 seconds or so, she took his cock and placed her pussy over the head--and only the head--moving her pelvis to tease the sensitive area. After a minute of teasing, she finally sat on Drake's dick.
She bounced with great energy, her back facing the wolf, spewing sounds of pleasure. Drake could feel how tight the squirrel was around his cock. All of his other senses seemed to be off; this was all he could feel.
A sharp pain in his balls shook him. "I said fuck me! Did you think I wanted you to just sit and look pretty?" Her pleasure and her anger rang in her voice. "If I wanted that, I would have gotten a fucking dildo!" The squirrel pulled harder on the free end of the cord that tied his balls.
Drake began to do what he could from his position. He thrust his hips like a piston, fucking as hard as he could. The squirrel moaned; she seemed to be enjoying this very much.
After 15 minutes, Drake could feel that he was ready (more than ready, really) to cum. He whined into his gag. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. My needs before yours," said the squirrel.
After ten more minutes of fucking--and trying not to cum--the squirrel screamed in bliss. "Mmmm, good boy! I think you deserve a treat."
The spirited redhead approached his shaft, her mouth ready to give him a blow job. She untied the cord around the base.
Drake could not prevent what happened next. He had no control. All the cum that wanted to erupt during the fucking burst from his cock.
Three seconds after his relief, he felt a new sharp pain in his balls. He bellowed at the intensity of the discipline.
"Stupid bitch! I never gave you permission to cum! You got it in my hair!" yelled the squirrel as she whacked his sack over and over again with her riding crop. After she was done administering the punishment, she got off the bed and said, "I am going to get this cum out of my hair. When I get back, I want your ass in the air."
As she left, Drake did as he was told. The chain attached to his cuffs was long enough to allow him to turn over, but it was awkward with the spreader bar. Once he got into position, it seemed as though he waited hours. But that wasn't the case; the clock next to him showed him that only five minutes had passed.
Something hard smacked his ass! Before he could scream in pain, he felt another stinging blow, and another. "Bad bitches get spankings. This paddle must remind you of your college days, right?" said the squirrel. Drake's eyes were watering; it felt as if his ass was on fire!
The spanking stopped. "That was just the warm-up, slut," said the squirrel.
Before the wolf could think about what she meant, he felt something press against his ass.
"No, Mistress!" he tried saying over and over, but the gag made his pleading too garbled to understand.
The squirrel only laughed. "I can't understand you, bitch." With that, she plunged her wolf penis-shaped strap-on deep into Drake's ass, all nine inches of it.
Drake was screaming into his gag. The squirrel used no lube on the strap-on; he could feel his ass breaking. The squirrel was rough; she fucked Drake hard and fast, except when she needed to recover a bit. During those interludes, she slammed him slower, but as deep as she could. While she fucked him, she pulled the cord around his balls. "Take it all, bitch," she said.
She leaned as close to Drake's head as she could and said, "Whose bitch are you?"
Drake mumbled into his gag. That only made her fuck him harder. "I said, 'whose bitch are you?'" she yelled, demanding an answer.
Finally, after at least ten minutes of fucking, Drake said the words clearly. "Yours, Mistress," he panted.
The squirrel slowed down and brought her head closer to his. "What was that? Speak up."
"I am your bitch, Mistress," Drake said through the drool flowing from his mouth.
****
Drake sat on a white leather couch, reading a book. He was wearing a pair of green shorts and a white T-shirt that displayed his six-pack. Next to him on the couch was a redhead squirrel, wearing a blue tank top and gray short shorts. She was holding a video game controller and laughing like a little kid as she played, a cute smile on her face.
After the game, she lay across the couch, resting her head on Drake's crotch.
Drake blushed. "Chelsea, is that really necessary?" the wolf asked.
"Nope, but it sure is comfy," Chelsea replied with a smile. She sat up and wedged herself between Drake and his book. The two kissed and wrapped their arms around each other.
"So, you're prepared not to have our little fun for a while? My parents don't have sound-proofing," said Chelsea after the kiss.
"I'm still not fully comfortable with meeting your parents," replied Drake.
Chelsea looked confused. "Why? I'm sure they will love you."
"Chelsea, I'm a wolf. I doubt they will want to get near me," replied Drake, his face filled with despondent worry.
Chelsea kissed his lips. "I don't care if you were a snake; I would still have said yes. It won't matter if they don't like you honey, as long as I do," she said. She sprang up and went to the kitchen.
Drake looked at his right hand. On his middle finger was the engagement ring. He smiled, then went back to his book.