The dog came home

We'd planned it out beforehand, pizza with friends, beer, conversation
Catching a pinch or a squeeze in the hallways
Pretty puppy, that's a good girl
Waiting, lusting
They had no idea. They really have no idea what we're up to, do they? And they'd look back and say
"Such a nice, normal couple. Don't you enjoy stopping by for tea?"
"Yes", he'd say, "I do love a spot of tea with the donald's, they are such charming company"
In the bathroom, squeezing and groping, tongue in her mouth, fingernails in flesh, pulling up her skirt
fix yourself up, dog, the pizza's here
and back to the long, drawn out, "Enough about you, let's talk about me" conversation
cameras and apertures, wicca this and voodoo that
nod and smile, I am looking at the stool
puppy knows what it's for, and she's sitting on it now,
straight backed
wet
expectant
in front of our company. i can smell, in my mind, the whip. I can hear it cracking and even see her tits heaving as I slap them red.
She's been a naughty girl. Honestly I can't remember why, it's so hard to remember anything bad about her, so I make something up, anything, to punish her for.
blindfolded and bent over
tied down
bark, bitch. open your mouth and pant, there's a good girl, what a good little dog you are being.
a pat on the head and my cock deep in her mouth
here is your treat my darling
don't miss any.