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Logging Camp Ch. 04

Tilly woke a second time still snuggled up to Silko. She was surprised at how natural and comforting it had been to share the night with the pup. She gently reached down and checked the plug. It was still there, secure and solid. She had promised him a treat if he could keep it in all night; now she just had to come up with one.

"Morning, Mistress." He pushed his rump into her hips and exploring hand.

"Morning, cupcake." She stretched, arching her back and pushing her hips into his cute little ass. "Ahhh, what a good night's sleep! How did you sleep?"

"Um... I... uh... didn't," he admitted softly.

"What?" she cried. "Why?"

"It was just... so perfect... please don't be mad. I loved snuggling with you all night," he explained.

Tilly couldn't be mad—the pup was so adorable. It melted her heart in a special way to think that he thought watching her drool on a pillow was better than any dream he might conjure up after their arousing sessions together. "Cupcake, if you want to keep up with me, you need your rest," she admonished gently.

"I know," he mumbled, blushing.

She knew just the way to send him back to sleep. She reached around and stroked his morning wood. "Well, I owe you a treat."

"Oh, yes please, mistress," he moaned, thrusting into her hands. "I've been hard all night, thinking about you."

"Do tell," she crooned, tightening her grip.

"I wanted to rub against you, but I was afraid of waking you up," he confessed.

"Oh?"

"Am I a bad dog?" he whimpered.

"No, you are a good boy for lusting after your mistress, but bad for not getting any sleep," she teased. She gripped his member tightly and he whined. "And I'm going to punish you by making you do exactly what you wanted to do last night."

"Mistress?"

"That's right. Hump my leg, bitch," she ordered as she propped herself up against the headboard of her bed.

Silko scooted down the mattress and straddled her shin. He dutifully thrust against her leg, his weeping member rubbing the fur above her ankle. Tilly flexed her foot so that on his down stroke the plug was pushed just a tiny bit more into his stretched ass.

"How strange," she wondered out loud. "I don't hear any appreciation for being allowed to act like a horny bitch."

"Oh—thank you, mistress," he cried in a rush. "Thank you for letting me grind on your leg. I love your leg. I love acting like a horny bitch."

He had worked a landing strip of precum into her fur. There was something satisfying about watching him desperately mount her leg.

"Oh, and cupcake?" she added sweetly. "Don't you dare cum before I say so."

His ears dropped disappointedly.

"But don't stop, and don't slow down," she warned him. His eyes beseeched her for mercy. She reveled in it. She reached forward and grabbed his chain, twisting it around her fingers so that it tightened around his neck. "I've got something special in mind for you, cupcake. I only hope it doesn't break you."

"Break me, Mistress," he begged, panting hard as he kept thrusting against her. "Destroy me."

A smile curled in the corner of her mouth. "Then I have just the thing to satisfy such a horny little bitch."

She pulled her leg out from under him and, keeping a tight grip on his chain, nearly dragged him to the playroom. She pushed him over the tall side of the fainting sofa so that his plugged ass was in the air but his torso was supported in a downward slope. He was so willing that she didn't have to restrain him. Considering her plans, it was probably safer to leave him free. His tail swished vigorously in anticipation. Then she reached for the bottom drawer and pulled out the largest toy she owned.

"Cupcake," she crooned as she laid the toy on the sofa so he could see it. "This is the Kraken."

Silko gasped. The Kraken was a large silicone cephalopod tentacle. The tip was blunt and hardly an inch in diameter, but over its 30-inch length, it increased in girth to 4 inches across. Instead of suckers, a double row of heavy steel ball bearings were encapsulated in the silicon. These also started small but grew in size near the base. The base itself was a large ball with several controls in it and a wall plug. Obviously the mechanics of this thing couldn't be satisfied with mere batteries.

"I want to see how deep we can go," she whispered in his ear. "How much can your poor ass take?"

"Oooooh, yes please, Mistress," he sighed, lust clouding his eyes. She reclaimed the Kraken and generously lubed the tip. Then she ever so slowly pulled the large plug from his ass. He moaned as his backside was dragged off the edge of until his muscles let the toy go with a soft pop. He slumped forward again. His hole gaped and Tilly smiled.

"Part those sweet cheeks for me, cupcake, and feel your own ass hole," she ordered. He obliged, and shuddered with submissive pleasure as his fingers traced the stretched sphincter. "That's right, bitch. Your hole is wide open for me. So beautiful. So slutty. What have you got to say for yourself?"

"I... I am your slut, your bitch, your sex toy," he groaned.

"Keep going," she growled.

"I am your slave," he said. "Your whore."

She gently placed the lubed tip of the Kraken in him. It didn't even touch the edge all the way around. She pushed it forward and his ass swallowed the first eight inches easily. With lube in one hand, she drizzled soothing liquid over the toy as her other hand slowly fed it into his ass.

"Oh—oh mistress!" he cried. "It's so deep!"

"Hold on, bitch, it's going deeper," she warned. It was easily two inches in diameter at his entrance now, which meant 10" was inside him. She pushed harder and wiggled the toy deeper. "What does the slut say to his mistress?"

"Thank you!" he howled and bit at the couch as she forced more of the tentacle into him. Another inch slowly slid into him. Then another, slower than before. Finally, Tilly could tell he was completely full. He had over 20" of the tentacle inside him. He panted heavily and she let him rest.

"Are you ready, fuck-toy?" she hissed in his ear. "Are you ready to be broken?"

"Ungg-um-gung," he replied.

"Use your words, bitch," she ordered and slapped his muzzle.

"Sooo... f-f-full... " he huffed. "Soo... yum... mistress... love... "

"I'm not finished with you yet, you dirty little slut," she replied with a sharp-toothed grin. She smacked his face again. "Now, are you ready to have me break your ass once and for all?"

"Yes... miss... tress," he moaned.

"Look at you. You're like a fucked up whore," she snarled. She slapped him again. "Are you going to beg for more, or aren't you?"

"Please... more."

"I'm not convinced," she growled. "Maybe I should pull that beautiful toy out and throw you into the snow bank. Then maybe you'll say something I want to hear."

"No!" he gulped and rallied his thoughts. "Please, Mistress, please break my ass. Ruin me. Destroy me."

"And why should I do that?"

"Because... because I'm your slutty fuck-toy. I'm your whore. I need you so bad, Mistress. I need my ass filled. Please, please, please, fuck up my ass," he begged, tears collecting in his eyes.

"Do you remember the safeword?" she asked gravely.

"Yes," he whispered.

"Then hold on." She went back behind him and plugged in the toy. Then she switched it on. Motors and servos revved inside the device whirred into action.

Silko screamed. "Mistress—it's alive!"

"Yes, it acts like a real tentacle," she agreed. She jiggled the end of it back and forth and he screamed again. "Cum as soon as you like and as many times as you like. I'm not stopping until I'm done with you."

"Fuuuuuuuh... " With his hips pinned against the sofa by a heavy undulating toy, he gave up all resistance. He moaned, groaned and howled. Before long he exploded, splashing semen all over the back of the fainting sofa, but the Kraken didn't stop. It wasn't really forceful, but it wriggled inside him, pushing hard ball bearings and soft silicone into pleasure points he never knew existed. Tilly pulled out a vibrating egg and set it buzzing against his taint. She used his own cum as lube to stroke his hard member. Her hip gently leaned into the Kraken to keep it deep inside him and always moving.

"Still with me, bitch?" she asked.

"Nguh!" he grunted.

She left off stroking his member to spank him. "Words, bitch."

"Nnng—yes... mistress," he groaned.

"Do you like the Kraken, cupcake?" she asked sweetly, toying with his member again.

"Yes... mistress."

"Would you like me to turn it up?"

"U-up?"

"Very well." With a wicked grin, she flicked another switch on the toy.

The Kraken's movements quickened and Silko howled again. She massaged his member, and in short order he came again. The volume was less and it was more transparent. He was running low. One more time should drain him completely. She left off stroking and teasing and went back to her drawers. She pulled out the crop and began swatting his ass.

"You are depraved," she said. She punctuated every sentence with a smack of the crop. "You are a fuckhole with legs and fur. And you're all mine."

"All yours... " he groaned agreeably.

"I've never broken a slut like you before," she said. "I'm quite enjoying it. Tell me, cupcake, how does it feel to be owned by a giant tentacle in the ass?"

"So... big... so... deep," he whimpered. "Moves... so much... "

"Do you like it?" she whispered in his ear.

"Yes, Mistress. Yes!" he panted.

Tilly pushed on the toy, slowly easing another inch inside him. Then she took the manual controls. The toy was simply designed, and with the use of a small joystick at the end, she could control the curve of tentacle inside him. She pulled it right and he jerked. She pulled it left and he screamed in pleasure.

"Your ass is mine," she crowed. "Every inch of your body belongs to me."

"Yes, mistress!"

She twirled the controls with one hand and pumped his enormous cock with the other. "And this especially is mine."

"Yours, mistress!"

"Cum for me, bitch. Come one last time for me," she ordered.

He howled, his body violently convulsed, but only a slight trickle of nearly clear liquid leaked from him. He was completely empty. She turned off the tentacle and slowly drew it out. Silko didn't move other than to shudder now and then.

"Are you alright, cupcake?" she asked.

"Mazing... mistress... " he moaned, unable to open his eyes.

"Good. Now, I'm going to put you to bed and I want you to sleep," she insisted, scooping him up.

"Mmm-kay." he agreed. She carried him to the guest room and firmly tucked him into bed. He was already asleep when she kissed his forehead and left the room.

Then she dressed in sweats and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Tilly was conflicted. She felt somewhat irresponsible using Silko so thoroughly with no real intention of keeping him after the storm broke, but she couldn't regret any of it. It thrilled her to know she had taken him unlike any other mistress. Every time she thought about him with his tail in the air or writhing under her, she couldn't wait to do it again.

She drained her cup of coffee, and then another, and a third. She tried reading an old newspaper (since the delivery boy couldn't make it through the weather this morning) but found herself staring out the window, hoping the snow would never stop falling. How had that witch turned Narnia into a 200 year winter wonderland? Could she banish spring, summer, and Christmas to keep her pup forever?

"Mistress?" came his sleepy voice.

She smiled—she couldn't help it. He just made her so happy. "Coffee?" she offered. "There's tons of k-cups in the cupboard. I stocked up for winter."

He knelt in front of her and rested his head on her knee. "Mistress, I meant it when I said I love you. And I know that I only asked to serve you for a weekend, but I feel like I belong right here, at your footpaws. I don't care what it takes; I want to serve you forever."

Tilly sighed. "Cupcake... I told you that I'm not a full-timer. I do this for kicks and giggles, not as a lifestyle. And even if we wanted something long term between us... well, look at what we've already done together—on our first night! Most couples build up to that over years of trust and patience. Where could we possibly go from there?"

"It's not like you need to fist my ass every night," he protested hastily, his ears blushing bright pink. "I love it when you use me sexually, Mistress, but I also love rubbing your feet and cuddling with you. I love kneeling and looking up at your beautiful face. Truthfully, I'm so spent right now that I wouldn't mind a short break, but I'm so happy that I'd do anything for you."

She ruffled his hair and cupped his chin. He leaned into her paw and just smiled.

"Alright, cupcake, it's time for me to be honest with you," she said gravely. "I've... made mistakes with subs before, and I'm not willing to put you at risk."

"Mistress?"

"Two years ago, I brought home a sub. A little wimpy weasel named Brad. Oh, he was flexible and a true masochist. A real pain-slut. But he didn't submit the way I wanted him to," she tried to explain. "I thought I could train him to be what I wanted, but it didn't work. I guess you could say he was topping from the bottom. You know that I get my greatest pleasure from seeing your fantasies and desires fulfilled. Nothing is hotter to me than when you can't think because I have pushed every one of your buttons and you are a drooling bundle of twitching nerves. But Brad kept pushing the envelope. He would goad me into hurting him. He couldn't seem to beg properly. It just... well, I won't go into all the problems in our relationship, but one night... I caught him video-chatting with another mistress."

It was painful to remember. She had given that little ass-wipe so much. She'd invested time, money, and part of her heart into dominating the fur-factory-reject, and there he'd been, proudly showing off his ass plug to another she-beast. He hadn't even been sorry when he was caught.

"I was furious. I snapped. I chained him up to a table, and I beat him. It wasn't just a punishment. I couldn't see anything but red. I've read about it since—apparently many wolverines have a berserker's rage, and he'd triggered mine. At first, he'd kept on confessing more sins to get me to beat him harder. We kept at it for hours. His fur was stripped from his back and he was bleeding, but I still kept lashing him." She looked away, her voice losing all inflection as she related the emotional trauma. "He told me to fuck him, to show who was the most dominant, but I didn't want to touch that vile hole of his. It wasn't mine anymore, anyway. I wanted to strip every inch of skin off his body. I just kept beating him. That's when the endorphins started to wear out. He said the safe word, and I didn't hear him. He screamed it, and I didn't stop. I couldn't hear anything beyond the roar of my rage. His begging finally got through to me, because it was the kind of begging I had always wanted to hear from him."

Her breath caught in her throat. It was hard to talk about this profound failure of hers as a dom. To break trust like that... She had always believed that the safeword was sacred—she still believed it—but knowing she was capable of such brutality was a dark shadow over every relationship with a sub.

Silko hugged her leg, comprehending her reluctance. "Mistress, he was an idiot. He didn't know a good thing when he had it. But now I've got you."

She smiled and almost burst into tears that he would use the same words on her that she had used on him the previous evening. "You're sweet to say so," she replied, her voice soft.

"I mean it," he insisted. "It didn't matter if he's a pain slut—he underestimated the danger of crossing a true dominant. Any sub worth his salt can tell when his dom is really upset and when it's just part of the play. You're territorial—anyone who can't see it in the way you take care of your forests, your business, and your employees is a fool. He was a blind jerk. I would never stray. I will never give you a reason to go berserk. I am going to dedicate my life to making you happy."

Tilly burst out laughing. "You're so sure that you'll be sticking around?"

He grinned. "Absolutely."

"You're not afraid that I will hurt you?" she asked, very serious. If, after hearing her worst moment as a dominant, he was willing to risk it, then why shouldn't she meet him half way?

"The only way you could really hurt me is if you kicked me out of your life," he replied with equal seriousness. "I... I think maybe... maybe we're supposed to be together, Mistress. I just hope that I can be worthy of you."

Tilly patted his head, almost giddy with relief, and gently gripped his velvety ear. "Well, if you're going to be sticking around, cupcake, let me warn you right now: I will not be pegging your ass every night. Nor will I have you plugged most of the time. I won't even ask you to always kneel, because frankly I'm too tired most of the time to appreciate it. Although," she said after considering, "I might have you do all the domestic work. I'm not one for washing dishes and doing laundry, but I hate calling a housekeeper because the place never smells right when they're done with it."

"I'd love to do all that!" he cried, bouncing up and halfway into her lap. His chest leaned against her knees and his chin rested on her stomach, looking up at her between her breasts. "Can I be your domestic bitch? Please? I promise I'll have dinner ready when you get home and I'll clean everything spotless."

Tilly wrapped her legs around him, trapping him playfully but effectively. "I'm not finished yet. You'll have to put up with me. I need space sometimes, and if I take off in to the woods for days at a time, you can't think it's because of something you did. I don't do passive-aggressive bull shit like that. You have to trust that when you do something wrong, I will let you know."

"I'll miss you," he replied. "But I'll wait for you. And throw a party when you get back."

"Last chance, cupcake," she said, tightening her legs around him possessively. "I don't do BDSM as a full time lifestyle. It will be like a normal vanilla relationship 75% of the time. If you want to be subjugated twenty-four-seven, then I'm not the right mistress for you."

"Stop trying to push me away," he cried. "I want to be here. I want to serve you. We can't prescribe our relationship before we've even started. So far we've had a great night together, and I know we clicked. So keep me. Please, keep me."

She reached forward and grabbed the chain that still circled his neck, and pulled him forward. "I will," she whispered in his fuzzy ear.

Silko felt his cock starting to swell and whimpered in pain. He had been so used, so spent, that he was sure there was nothing left to give his mistress. Still, it was his duty and privilege to serve.

Tilly smiled and pulled him closer for a kiss. She knew it would be a while before he was ready to go, but she loved kissing him. She gathered him into her lap and held him close, burying her nose into his soft fur. He smelled like sex and honey and home. She just hugged him for a moment, cuddling and reveling in the knowledge that the warm body in her arms was exclusively hers.

After a long while, she let him go and got up. "Ready for breakfast? I think you need some decent protein to refuel these," she teased, patting his balls gently. He shivered and grinned. "How does a Texas omelet sound?"

"What's in it?" he asked, following her to the kitchen.

"It's less about what is in it than it is about how big it is," she replied. She quickly whipped together a large omelet filled with peppers and salsa, and topped with a heavy layer of cheese. She slid it onto a plate and set it in front of him.
"Shouldn't I cook for you?" he asked, even as he dug into the delicious meal.

"You can do the dishes," she promised as she put another omelet together for herself. "And then I'm sure I can find lots of chores for you to do. I might even have a frilly apron you can wear."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with happiness. Tilly returned the smile. This just might work out.

Epilogue

It was their six month anniversary. Six months ago, Tilly had taken a freezing pup off the mountain, and tonight she was driving home to a bitch she loved. Sure, they'd had their ups and downs just like any couple, but they had always pulled through. Silko had even taken up metal sculpting—a hobby he had abandoned after high school in favor of trying to be macho and earning a paycheck. He had constructed several stunning pieces for her garden, and several more that could be used against him in the most delicious way.

Tilly pulled into her garage and gathered up the gifts she had purchased for him. Once inside, she could smell dinner roasting in the oven. Silko burst into the entry way, wearing nothing but his apron.

"Mistress!" he cried joyfully. He threw himself at her feet and hugged her knee. "You're late."

"I had to pick up a few things," she said, patting his head affectionately.

"I know," he said as he kissed and licked her leg. His mouth strayed upwards until she gently batted at his head for him to stop.

"I was thinking about saving this for desert, but I just can't wait. Come," she ordered. Silko crawled behind her and she led the way into the living room. "Now, up!"

He climbed on top of the sturdy coffee table, staying on all fours. Tilly patted his backside affectionately. He knew the drill. She had pegged his fine tail dozens of times on this coffee table, but today, she had something else in mind. Something she had abstained from for six long months.

"Were you good today?" she asked, as usual.

"Yes, Mistress. I didn't touch myself once. Although when I hand-washed your panties it was hard not to," he replied, pressing his rear into her hand.

"You licked them, didn't you?" she asked, digging her claws into his fluffy fur.

"Yes," he admitted and slumped his shoulders in shame. "They were the ones you used to ride my face last night. I couldn't help it."

"Oh, cupcake," she said, sounding deeply disappointed.

"I'm sorry," he gushed, dropping his face to the smooth tabletop as he groveled.

"That just means I'm not going to ride your face again tonight," she sighed.

He whimpered, even more disappointed than she was.

"I'll just have to find something else to do with you. What, oh what will I do?" she mused out loud even as her paw started to play with his balls. His cock swelled up, large and red as usual. Her paw wrapped around it and he shuddered. She had bound it, beat it, stroked it, caged it, neglected it, and milked it dry. Every time she touched it, Silko was overcome with memories and anticipation. She tugged it twice and then released it. "I know. On your back like a good little bitch."

He whimpered, but obeyed. She pulled out a fresh coil of rope from her bag of goodies. She took her time tying each limb to a corner of the table. His large canine cock reached straight up and a bead of pre-cum dripped from the tip. Tilly slowly stripped down to her birthday suit. She walked around the table, giving him a good look at her naked glory. He started drooling.

"You've been here a while, now." She said. "Are you happy, cupcake?"

"Yes, Mistress." He nodded emphatically.

"And are you... satisfied with our arrangement?" She continued.

"Completely," he agreed.

"Are you sure?" she insisted.

"Absolutely." Confusion intruded on his lustful expression. "Mistress... have I failed to satisfy you?"

"No, Cupcake. Not at all. You are my perfect sub." She threw one leg over the table so she could lean over his bound body and look him in the eyes. "I... Love... you."

Silko's eyes widened in surprise and delight. Then Tilly shifted back and the head of his cock touched her nether-lips. He gasped as her moisture quickly covered him. She pressed down and slowly sank onto his member.

He howled his shocked pleasure and Tilly groaned with him. The first thrust had only pushed him about half-way into her, but after dreaming about his amazing member for six months, she wouldn't be denied now. She pushed down, rocking back and forth as he filled her better than any toy she had. She finally reached his knot, which was starting to swell. In a triumphant thrust, she pushed that knot inside her. She threw back her head and let out a wild whoop!

"Oh, fuck, cupcake!" she cried. She could feel the knot swelling in her, and if she didn't back out now, they'd be tied. She didn't care. He felt amazing. She clenched and rocked a little, letting herself become accustom to this new shape inside her.

"Mistress... mistress... I... you... first... ,"he panted harshly. Tilly didn't wait for a complete sentence. She pulled back a little and knew she had passed the point of no return. Her tight sheath wouldn't release the knot. They were tightly tied. Still, she pulled backwards, lifting his hips with her. Then she thrust forward, pushing his hips hard against her coffee table.

"You're as fine a fuck from the front as the back," she told him as she started a steady rhythm. She had waited so long for this moment.

"Tha—tha—aaaaah... " was all he could reply.

She happily bounced on him, her powerful legs driving him deep inside her and lifting his hips as she pulled up. She pinned his shoulders down and kissed his long canine jaw line as she rode him. Never had a sub given her such pleasure. But then again, she had never taken a sub this way. She had fucked equals this way, but never a sub. Even though he was obviously blinded by the unexpected pleasure, he willingly offered his body to her, arching into her every thrust. Her kisses trailed down to one of his nipples which she nipped playfully.

"Such a good little fuck toy," she growled. "You were built to please a she-beast, weren't you? "

"Can't—can't—caaaah... " he cried and suddenly went ridged.

Tilly thrust deeply one last time and her orgasm barreled through her as he pumped hot essence deep inside her. She collapsed to the side of him, their intimate parts still bound by his swollen knot. He whimpered, moaned, gulped, and croaked. His eyes couldn't seem to open more than a crack. For that matter, Tilly was having a hard time focusing on the fuzzy pup. He kept licking his lips and then sighing deeply.

"Say it," she panted. "We have a little while."

"Thankyoumistressfortaking... myvirginitycompletelyand... givingmeeverythingIcouldever... want," he burst out between gasps. He had to pant a few more times before he continued. "Icoulddiehappyrightnowand... IloveyouandInevereverever... nevereverwanttoleaveyou."

She kissed him deeply. "You are completely mine, now," she whispered. "You are more than my toy. Toys wear out. Toys get replaced. You are my cupcake, my submissive, my favorite beast in the entire world. Your submission to me is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me. And I'm keeping you... forever."

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May 11, 2018 in femdom

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