Bound Bat
Bound Bat
I was a bat, I had wings, I was meant to be free.
The dog pulled on my leash, and I looked up at him as I sat up from the foot of the bed into a begging position, my wings folded back in a manner which let me wear padded mitts at the end of my arms. He scratched my head between my large ears that twitched at every sound inside the house and asked the rhetorical question, "Are you going to be a good girl today?"
I gave a squeaky bark around my ball gag, drool coating my chin from the night spent with it on. There was a wet stain on the corner of the bed spread where my head had been too, and a smaller wet stain on the bed spread where my crotch had been.
The dalmatian, my master, reached between my knees and grabbed the head of my penis, eliciting a muffled moan from me. "Aw, you were a good girl all night and didn't have a single orgasm." I blushed as he pet my head again, being sure to rub one of my ears. He pushed my head down a moment, undoing the ball gag and letting it slide from my mouth. "Now roll over." As I moved my sore jaw muscles, I fell to one side, and rolled over so my ass was in the air. I could feel my master's hands probing the vibrating plug in my ass, the one that kept me stimulated all night. Slowly, he began yo pull it out. I groaned as it stretched me, the flared based trying to stay inside of me as long as possible. As soon as it was clear, the plug slid out of me all at once leaving my ass feeling empty. For a moment my master ran his finger along the inside rim, holding the finger up to my lips for me to clean. As I suckled it, it tasted like his cum more than my own musk.
"Okay girl." I flinched as he slapped my ass, still a little red from the night before. "Time to get you set for the day. Bath time."
He left the mitts and collar on, both a water resistant rubber, and both tight. Master had filled the tub halfway, and made me stand on all fours in the warm water. He wore shorts and a t-shirt now, dog grooming clothes. Dabbing a soaped up cloth in the water he began to run it along my chest. I blushed. I could wash myself, I was supposed to be flying free, not collared. I was supposed to be a boy.
"You're such a pretty girl." He smiled, running it along my back and across my short tail. I wanted to respond, say something, protest, but instead I drizzle pre cum into the water. He started to work slowly on the insides on my thigh. "I'm thinking I should dress you up, take you for a night on the town." I look down in horror of being seen in the skirts he puts on me. Slowly he strokes my tender member with the cloth. "What do you think of that? Do you want to go out tonight all dressed up?"
Slowly, in line with his stroke I moan, "Yeeesss..."
He strokes a few more times, and then moves on to my balls. Why would I agree to that? Why would I agree to embarress myself like that?
He finishes my pushing the cloth in my hole and swirling it around, making me shudder. Next to my master is a bucket of cold water, and he dunks his cloth into it, and then wraps it around my penis as he grabs my balls. The cloth is ice cold and I moan, my erection fading only slightly. He begins to squeeze my balls, and I moan again. "Now sweetie, you know this needs to be done." That bastard. My erection goes back to full force as he squeezes, and continues to squeeze tighter. He knows I like my balls tortmented. He strokes with the ice cloth a few times, and then begins to squeeze my penis harshly for a brief moment and then stop, and then do it again in addition to the pain in my balls. I groan in frustration, but my erection is finally softening.
He clips the chastity device's lock into place. "Good girll. See, isn't it better without that big penis in your way." I look to the ground as I get out of the tub on all fours, glancing up in time to watch him pocket the key. I'm supposed to fly free.
Master strokes my bat ears before ordering me to stand up. "Bend over precious." I do as I'm told, I am a good little girl, and he begins to reinsert the plug, all lubed up. My cock jumps in it's cage, the vibration already being felt at the edges of my hole. Once in, I feel full again. He kisses my cheek and holds out a pair of pink panties for me to step into, which I do step into. He adjusts them around my cage so that words on the crotch that read "Slutty Little Girl" are centered on it. He then slips in a maxie pad. I'm a leaker, I need the protection to keep my panties looking nice.
The dalmatian nuzzles my cheek and hugs me, licking my cheek which makes me smile. I kiss him softly on the lips, and he kissed back. Slowly, we begin to make out with his mouth dominating my, tasting me, forcing his tongue past my teeth to know my mouth. He stops suddenly and grabs my balls through the panties, whispering softly, "I love you so much. Down on all fours girl." He squeezes hard and I slowly crumple down to all fours, but I try to fight a little, flexing my wings inside the mitts, trying to fly, trying to be free.
In the end, I was a good little girl at my boys feet, licking across sweat stained pads as he watched tv, breathing in his scent until he got horny enough to fuck me.
Pulling me by the collar, he took his little bat into the bedroom and pushed me on the bed. Master shoved socks he had worn for quite a while into a shoe, pushing it over my nose and mouth and tying the laces behind the back of my head. He pulled the plug roughly from my ass and found the key to the lock around my cock. He wanted me to throb while he thrusted.
All I could smell was master's feet as he slowly pushed his cock into my hole. I moaned as he entered, my tongue reaching out to taste the musk and dirt in the socks. Like the dog he was though, I knew he'd be quick about this. As soon as he was all the way in, he began humping wildly until his knot pressed against my ass. I breathed in his scent deeply and, and with a shrill squeaky moan he knotted me.
"Who's my good little girl?" He breathed heavily, stuck inside me, as he stroked my cock ever so slowly. "Who's so pretty?" My master's hands were all over my body, tweaking my niples painfully, squezing my balls, stroking my cock. An hour of physical torment passed before he realized he was soft enough to pull out.
"I need to go out for a bit." He told me as he fastened me to the bed, each limb to a different corner. "Be good, okay?" A twitched and writched as he turned on a vibrater attached to my cock head at a low setting. He already replaced the plug. "I know you'll be good, but just in case..." He pulled the rubber hood over my head. It would let me breath through my nose and through a tube in the mouth, but I would be able to see nor would I be able to hear much. After a moment, the stink of his sweaty socks filled my nose as I felt him push something over my snout. He spoke over where my ear was in the hood and I could barely hear him "Maybe I'll let you cum on your birthday. Even good little girls should be allowed that, even if it's months away."
I twitched and writhed, coming so close and holding back, not wanting to be punished for being a bad girl. I'm a good girl, I'm where I belong, I'm his good little girl, I'm all his, my boy's. My master's good little girl.