Punished
She promised she wouldn't get in trouble anymore. Not ever again if only he would let her go.
"Whore. Stupid dirty whore can't even go five days without touching herself, can you?"
The leopard shuddered, unsure as to what he wanted her to say although the ball gag would prevent any clear words from coming through. It was the truth. He had told her five days without touching herself but he hadn't mentioned that she would have to watch him touch himself every day or that she would be required to watch him fuck her sister. Five days had been too long and in the dead of night Jade touched her slick folds, touched and humped her paw until relief came. That was when he walked into her room, ready to fuck her brains out as a reward. Now she was being punished and it was worse than five days without an orgasm. This was worse than the time he had taken up wax play for a week before growing bored.
"Look at me, Jade," the Dalmatian growled and she did, staring at the nearly all black muzzle of the man who owned her, "Say you're sorry." A frown crinkled her brow but she attempted the words anyways. They were slurred, jumbled and muffled. She sounded like a drunk with a mouthful of peanuts. "Again." She did. "Again." She did. He repeated the command until tears streamed from her golden eyes in frustration. Eventually he stopped, tapping her on the nose and smiling.
"Now, you stay here and I'll be back after some lunch, mm'kay? Maybe you'll have learned your lesson," he growled the last words, nearly snarling. Anger burned in his eyes as he stormed from the room, slamming the door shut. She whimpered and watched him leave. She hated him. He was too cruel, too harsh, too demanding but she and her sister had been sold to the canine and couldn't get the hell out. Jade jumped at the sound of her punishment kicking on and closed her eyes. He had slipped her arms into a single sleeve behind her back, causing her well-formed breasts to thrust outwards lewdly, nipples hard in the chilly air, tiny bells hanging from them and jingling every time she moved. Her thighs were strapped to a Sybian, a machine just wide enough for her to sit on with a dildo and vibrating piece that hit her clit, with pieces of leather and a chain was attached to her collar that prevented her from moving too far. Already small moans were slipping from her whiskered muzzle as the Sybian began to vibrate against her lube slick folds. She wondered how long she was supposed to remain here, how many orgasms he demanded from her before she could return to her room.
She hated this.
Slowly, the intensity increased and over the next twenty or so minutes it hit the highest level and Jade was nearly screaming with the desire to cum. The dildo twisted in circles, buzzing with delight and the vibrator over her clit was making her oversensitive and jump every time it hit her just right. Her folds were slick with her own wetness and she was humping the machine furiously, desperate to orgasm.
Just a little more, a little more, oh god, oh my fucking god, please let me...
The vibrations died, shutting off completely and she was left humping the piece of plastic, moaning in frustration. Her jaw ached, her shoulders hurt and the ecstasy that had been welling within her body was dying. Jade closed her eyes and prayed. Roughly fifteen minutes passed, enough time for the near orgasm to fade most of the way away, before it started all over again. Jade groaned, tail flicking as her hips began to move against the idiotic machine, tits moving and bells jingling softly as she struggled to pass that peak again and again.
It went on three more times before he returned and all the ferocious humping in the world couldn't bring her to that sweet bliss she so craved.
"Did you learn your lesson?" He roughly pulled the ball gag from her mouth and saliva poured from her maw, spilling down her breasts in a poor imitation of cum. She stared at him, struggling to keep the anger from her eyes and the lust at the same time.
"Yes...yes, Master," she gasped, breathing harshly, looking at his eyes long enough to utter the words before dropping to the hot red prick that hung naked before her. He must be screwing someone while she's punished here, alone. She ached for his hot cock within her despite the anger she felt towards him. She leaned forward slightly, muzzle agape and willing to suck him clean if only he would let her cum just once. He moved out of the way.
"Good," he growled, dropping the gag to the floor where it made a sick wet sound against the carpet. The spotted dog left again, this time without another word. She moaned in despair as the Sybian kicked on one more time and she began to move with it in silly desperation. Please, please, please. Oh, the false hope that welled within her as she roughly humped it, her folds growing a little drier, the movements becoming a little more painful as she rolled her hips. This time...this time it went on and on and on and a shrill sound tore from her throat as she somehow managed to hit that peak and spill over the edge, body jerking roughly, head spilled back, chest thrust out, tail twitching and juices sliding from her hole.
"I'm sorry, so sorry," she murmured in a harsh whisper over and over again as she came down, slowly, oh, so slowly, hardly hearing him reenter the room. He undid the leather straps and picked her up and she was comforted in the time it took him to carry her from the room, take off the binding sleeve and slip her into the large dog kennel he kept ‘bad girls' in.
"Two weeks in the kennel, missy. Don't fuck up the rules again."