Dee's Bitch is a follow-up to The Shopping Trip. This story is fictional and the characters are not intended to represent any individual. Contains D/s, bondage and humiliation. Comments always welcome at vivica.talbot@hotmail.com
Although my mind had been racing, I was exhausted from the unexpectedly intense session following my shopping trip with Dee so I was able to fall asleep for a couple of hours. While I was sleeping, Dee had untied me from my spread eagle position but had handcuffed my wrists together and attached a large dog collar to my neck. When I awoke it was after dinner and I was hungry.
Dee was sitting beside the bed, fully dressed in business attire, watching me. As if she could read my thoughts she said, "I have ordered some take away. The delivery should be arriving soon."
She reached forward and clipped a leash to the collar.
My blood ran cold. "Dee, come on. I'm not into this any more. Let me get dressed."
Her hand hit me hard across my face. She reached down between my legs and felt how wet I was. She held her fingers up to my nose.
"Don't lie to me. You're like a bitch in heat. You WILL do what I tell you and until I tell you otherwise, you had best call me Lady Dee. Understood?"
I couldn't deny my physiological response to the situation and I decided I would be safer to simply play along. I did not want another slap. I bowed my head and said, "Yes, Lady Dee."
"Good," she said, as the buzzer rang. Dee tugged on my leash and I followed her to her answer-phone. She let the delivery person into the lobby.
Turning back to me she said, "Down on your knees."
With the handcuffs still on, I dropped hard, and as she tugged me forward, my knees burned from shuffling over the carpet. Near the door she stopped me and told me to kneel up straight and push my tits out. She spun the leash around so that it hung down my back as we waited for the knock on the door.
She opened the door wide, exposing me to the delivery person -- a guy who was, I would guess, in his mid-20s. She reached out to grab the bags and said, "I'm sorry, my wallet is just in the other room. I'll be right back."
As Dee disappeared into the back of the apartment, the delivery guy kept shuffling from foot to foot, staring at my tits. I could see a growing erection in his jeans. Tentatively, he reached down and pinched one of my nipples. His hands were rough. When I didn't stop him and with no sign of Dee returning, he stooped down and began squeezing both of my tits, and rolling my nipples between his fingers. My face burned with humiliation and I wanted to scream, but part of me really enjoyed the anonymity of the encounter.
Dee returned and even if I couldn't hear her footfall, I would have known by the way the guy jumped back like he'd been shocked.
Dee handed him more than enough to cover the food and told him to keep the change.
"Any time!" he said, glancing one more time at my tits before leaving.
Dee shut the door and turned to face me. She looked down at my tits, rosy from being manhandled, and my erect nipples, then she rubbed her large toe along my cunt, feeling how wet I was. I was impressed by her balance. She smiled, "See, you ARE a bitch in heat. I've decided that your slave name shall be Fifi, like a big standard poodle in heat."
My face burned redder still but all I said was, "Yes Lady Dee."
"Come, Fifi" she said, "let's get you some dinner."
Dee tugged on my leash and I shuffled along on my knees as though it were a game of Simon Says and Simon had not told me to stand up. Once we were in the dining room, she tied my leash to the leg of the kitchen table while she went into the kitchen. She dished out some Chinese food into a bowl and placed it on the floor in front of me.
"I am not eating out of a bowl," I said, "Now uncuff me."
"You most certainly will be eating out of that bowl, and I'll tell you why. It's because that cunt of yours is burning and aching. If I let you go now, you would go home and spend all night playing with yourself but you wouldn't be satisfied. You won't ever be satisfied again unless you let me have my way."
"Fuck you, Dee." I said.
She slapped me hard across the face. It stung like hell.
She grabbed a handful of my hair, lifted her skirt and shoved my face into her pussy. "If you aren't going to eat your dinner you can at least eat me."
I couldn't pull away and suddenly, I didn't want to. She smelled so good. I buried my tongue inside her then licked up to her clit and tickled it before plunging back inside. Sometimes she pushed me forward so hard I could barely breathe but I kept eagerly licking and sucking and tonguing her until she let out a moan. She shuddered just a tiny bit as she came. I started to cry and I knew I couldn't leave.
She let go of my hair. She looked down at me, saw my tears, and grinned. She reached down and unlocked one side of my handcuffs, spun it around and cuffed me to the table leg. "If you want to cum tonight, you have to eat. Now eat like a good little bitch, Fifi."
I balanced myself on all fours and put my face into the bowl as instructed.
Dee left the room and returned with a pair of nipple clamps with small weights attached. She screwed them on then set the weights rocking to make sure they stayed. They did, and the feeling was electric. She left once more and returned wearing a huge strap-on. Her skirt was gone and her blouse hung open, revealing her body.
Dee reached behind me and started fingering my clit. I whimpered. She knelt behind me and slid the strap-on into me, thrust a few times then pulled out. She repeated this process, each time bringing me closer to orgasm but never letting me cum. I whimpered like a dog again.
"Oh, that's nothing, Fifi. You are going to have to beg me to cum before the night is over."
She left the room briefly and returned with a huge egg-shaped vibrator. She slipped it easily into my eager cunt and my butt plug was replaced in my ass. Then she attached a kind of belt that would ensure I couldn't remove the toys. Once it was locked shut at the back, it also put pressure on my clit. She explained that the vibrator was on a random program that wouldn't bring me to orgasm but the combination of the toys would likely keep me awake and very horny. She left the room and soon I could hear her typing at the computer.
An hour later I was curled up on the floor, sweating from being so close to cumming for so long. My nipples throbbed in pain and I desperately wanted to remove the clamps but didn't dare. I called out, "Please Lady Dee! Please come back. I'll do whatever you want. Please!"
I heard her walking slowly toward the dining room. She rounded the corner and started taking photos. "On your fours, Fifi."
I moved back on to my hands and knees. Dee took more photos.
"You were saying, Fifi?"
"Please," I said, "Please let me cum. Please take these out of me. I'll do what you want. I'm yours."
"I thought I heard you say you'd do WHATEVER I want."
"Yes, Lady Dee. Anything."
"Up on your knees then."
I shuffled my handcuff up the table leg and knelt up straight. On my knees the pressure from the vibrator was much more intense.
"Now beg like the bitch you are. Beg to me like a dog, Fifi."
I didn't hesitate. I put my free hand up like a dog would to beg and started whimpering and even ventured a howl.
"Nice touch, Fifi."
Dee produced a remote control from behind her back. One click and the buzzing in my cunt stopped. She bent down and removed the clamps from my nipples. The release was delicious. Then, she uncuffed me. I playfully licked her face.
"Bad, girl, Fifi," Dee said, but she was smiling. I was hers and she knew it. She grabbed the leash and said, "Come!" I returned to all fours and followed as she led me to the bedroom. Crawling with the vibrator and butt plug still inside was not very comfortable, but I managed.
In the bedroom, she removed the leash and patted the bed, "Up!" and I hopped up as best I could. "That's my bitch. Good girl!" she said, patting my ass playfully. She removed the belt and slid out the butt plug but my asshole didn't have much freedom as Dee knelt behind me, pushing her strap-on deep into my ass.
I moaned. She responded by turning on the vibrator to a deep pulsating throb as she started to thrust in and out of my ass. As she continued to thrust, the strap-on pushed on the vibrator moving it back and forth in my cunt. She also adjusted the frequency of the toy and soon the intensity was too much.
I came, hard, howling like the bitch I knew I was, "AAAHHH! AHOOWWWWW! OOOOHHHHHHH! AWOOOOOOOOH."
Dee pulled out of my ass and slid the vibrator out, too. "You may speak now, Fifi."
"Thank you, Lady Dee," I said. She noticed that my arms were shaking, tired from holding myself up.
"Roll over, my little Fifi." I almost fell over on my back. I was getting used to being called Fifi. I reached up and felt the collar around my neck. I could get used to that, too.
Dee traced her fingers lazily over my body, "See," she said, "I told you this would be fun."
I smiled, "Yes. I'm glad I stayed, Lady Dee."
"So am I, sweetie. So am I."