Her Games
The waiting was always the worst part.
He doesn't really mind the blindfold. It adds to his other senses, made him hyperaware of everything else.
He doesn't mind the leather ball gag that caused his jaw to ache and drool to spill from his muzzle. The relief he feels when She removes it was enough that he could put up with the discomfort.
He doesn't even mind the manacles that bind his wrists or the chains attached to said manacles that hold his arms above his head, forcing him to stand on tiptoe. He knows it made him look taller than his already six foot, five inches, and displayed his well toned body incredibly well. (She had shown him pictures.)
He most certainly doesn't mind the spreader bar on his ankles, nor the nipple clamps that bit into his skin, let alone small dildo she had left in him. It was what She wanted so he would let Her do as She wished.
A sigh escaps the black equine muzzle, twisted and tattered due to the leather gag. His almost delicate body shifts, attempting to relieve an ache in his lower left leg. The Arabian stallion had been standing here for some time now; he wasn't sure how long it had been. The bindings around his tail itched. He could feel saliva drying on his chest and muzzle. A fly whined somewhere in the room and was driving him mad. He didn't utter another sound though, spread hooves silent on the cement floor as he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
It was Her game, the game She loved to play with him. She tied him up, teased and hard, his cock eager for action, oozing pre-cum. He could feel that it had dried despite his cock having slipped back into its sheath a little bit. He could now feel something brush along his ass and his skin twitched. He feels something move around him, barely touching his skin, making him twitch again and again, eager for the warmth. His hips cock to one side, pressing into the touch only to have it leave him.
"Miss me?"
She speaks, breath spilling over his chest, making his nipples twinge. He nods twice and a soft chuckle rolls from Her mouth. She presses against his body, paw slipping up his abdomen to release the clamps. A moan shudders from his gagged lips as she quickly wraps her maw around the abused flesh, slick canine tongue soothing his nipples. She moves to the other nipple, peeling the metal away before licking it softly. The stallion shudders, cock twitching back to life already, pressing hotly against Her stomach. He feels her claws stroke along his cock as She continues licking his nipples, the top of Her head just barely brushing his chin.
"Tilt your head down."
The instruction is soft yet the command is there, making his skin twitch as he obeys Her. She fumbles behind his head for a moment and he tries hard to make it easier for Her to untie the gag. It slips from his teeth and saliva continues to slip from his muzzle, still wide until She tells him to close his mouth. He swallows and murmurs a thank you only to receive a slap, harsh and stinging upon his cheek. He winces, head bowed in shame now. He vaguely notes that Her paw is just barely the width of his cheek and has covered the entire area in pain.
"Teeth marks. Teeth marks in my new gag."
A slap on the other cheek. His ears prick ever so slightly at the sound of wet leather hitting the ground. The blindfold is suddenly torn from his eyes and he blinks several times before he is able to see in the soft candlelight. She stands, glaring ferociously at him, one paw on Her hip, the other clutching a short crop She must have brought with Her. The wolfess is gorgeous, dressed to kill in thigh high leather boots, black lace underwear and a matching corset with blood red stitching. Her own pelt is a stark white, a bright contrast to her black clothing. The stallion's gaze drifts over Her and is rewarded with a smart smack on his exposed thigh from the crop.
"I'm sorry, Mistress. I did not wish to leave teeth marks on your beautiful gag. I am sorry," the words slip from his teeth easily because they are true. He hates that he has done something to displease Her. He hates it so much that he wishes She will hurt him, draw blood. Something that will properly show Her his regret.
"I don't believe you," She hisses, the crop leaving a red welt on his other thigh. He jumps, not expecting it, his focus having been lost on the swell of Her breasts and their movement. The crop comes to his chin, forcing him to look properly at Her.
"You are an ungrateful stallion. Ungrateful for the clothes I give you. Ungrateful for the food I provide you with. Ungrateful for the shelter I let you have."
"Un."
A sharp pain across his left nipple.
"Grate."
His right.
"Ful."
His cock.
She grabs his forelock and tugs his head as low as She can force it, staring at one of his soft brown eyes, eating the fear that is reflected in that one eye. She stares at him until he closes his eyes, unable to look at Her anger.
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
Nails caress his cock, stirring it back to life. The crop slides teasingly between his legs and he suddenly feels Her removing the dildo in his ass. It falls to the cement floor with a quiet thud. She is pressed against his cock, encouraging it to grow between their warm bodies, Her paw stroking it softly. The crop slides between his ass cheeks, circles that tiny pucker, pausing when he shudders in delight.
"Please, Mistress."
Her tongue flicks out to brush his nipple. A claw digs into his cock ever so gently.
"Please, Mistress. Stuff my stallion ass with your crop. Please, Mistress."
His voice is soft, begging, tempting, head still bowed and close to hers. Her tongue slides across his muzzle, a long wet trail of saliva clinging to the short hair.
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
The crop is shoved roughly into his ass, making him gasp and squirm at the lengthy intrusion. He has taken worse but the length makes him close his eyes. She thrusts it slowly into him, kneeling between his legs to watch. He watches Her fuck him with the crop and begs Her for harder, faster, more, more, more. Her other paw is wrapped around his thick, long cock, stroking it ever so slowly as She fucks him with the crop.
"Mistress."
The word is a soft gasp, hips bucking as he feels the very beginnings of an orgasm approaching. Pre-cum is oozing from the fleshy head of his equine cock and She uses it to stroke him harder. She leaves the crop in his ass, just enough exposed so She can remove it safely later, and pays more attention to Her slave's throbbing cock. He is helpless to Her whims as She strokes and strokes, occasionally giving him the satisfaction of Her tongue. Saliva and cum coat his nearly twenty-three inch long cock and he can see She is having a little trouble keeping him wet.
She pulls away suddenly, ignoring his twitching cock and his soft, breathy moans. He hears the click of a switch and finds himself collapsed on the floor, hands having been released from their chains.
"On your knees."
He slips to his knees, hands spread on his thighs. He watches as She tears her corset from Her chest and rips Her underwear from her moist pussy. Her boots click on the floor as She comes back to him and kneels in front of him. It is Her favorite position, having him fuck Her like a common dog, hands and knees. He is not allowed to touch Her, save his cock but must make Her cum before he does. Eagerly, the black stallion slides between Her spread legs, thrusting lightly until his cock meets Her cunt. They both moan as he fucks her slowly, coaxing his almost too thick cock into Her hole.
"Harder."
She shoves backwards, ramming three more inches into her cunt. He starts to fuck, wishing that he could grip Her waist but is content in focusing on being a fucking machine. His thrusts are hard, fast and makes Her scream despite being unable to shove all of his tool inside of Her. There was a reason she wanted a horse as a slave. Lewd noises fill the air, squishes and smacks of flesh as he pistons in and out. She slips to her shoulders, forepaws kneading and pinching Her breasts, mouth slack, eyes partially closed as he fucks Her. The crop moves lewdly in his ass and he is bursting to cum and struggles to make Her orgasm. He pulls nearly all of the way out and thrusts back in, repeating this twice before repeating quick, shallow thrusts. It works and an orgasm racks Her body. Her scream echoes in his ears, his name tattered on Her lips as her digits clutch at invisible sheets, body spasming as he fucks Her through the orgasm, causing a second one as he finds and rams that sweet spot over and over again.
Her second orgasm causes him to cum and he is muttering Her title over and over again, skin twitching, shoving more cock than ever into Her as pure pleasure threatens to tear his body apart. She has a smaller third orgasm, cum dripping from Her stuffed hole already.
"Out, out, pull out."
His cock slides wetly from Her, thick white cum sliding from Her even more, coating the backs of Her thigh. She falls to the ground, still shuddering in bliss, eyes closed and paws curling and uncurling. He shuffles awkwardly, crop in his ass, tail bound and legs still spread, to lie next to Her as he always does after fucking. She cracks an eye to look at him and reaches a paw out to him. He shuffles into Her embrace and She twists so that his much taller equine body spoons Hers. He carefully drapes one arm around Her waist and She sighs, pressing back into him. The cement is cold but he doesn't care. He has been a good slave and made up for his mistake. She loves him once more.