Skylar’s outburst is predictable when I present the inch-wide studded leather collar and secure it around her neck. I scoop her bronze tresses out from underneath to brush the lapel of her open leather coat, and cinch the collar to choking point, watching her reactions the whole time.

The chain attached to the metal ring at her throat dangles through her cleavage, the delicate flesh either side half concealed by the patterned bra. I’d love to free her luscious breasts and suck the pink peaks nestled in their dark pigment rings, but that's not what today’s about.

I step back and admire her sitting upright on the sofa, short leather skirt riding thigh high. I'd presented the outfit and watched her change into it at my request, right here in the lounge. Her panties, however, are in my pocket. Still warm.

Reaching out to stroke her cheek, the expression she wears is one of defiance laced with indignance. “I said, I'm not a fuc—”

“I heard you. But today, you're my pet.” I shrug. “It was your idea to try something new.”

“I meant new as in, you know, a hard spanking or tying me up or, I dunno, anal or something. You harp on about that enough.”

Leaning in, I grasp the end of the leash, chain clinking as it shifts. “Plenty of time for all of that. Now though, it's time for walkies.”

She almost splutters the word. “Walkies?! You must be mistaking me for a Labrador. You can fuck right off if you th—”

I silence her by tightening the leash, tugging her collar so she has to shift to the sofa edge. Then harder, so she slithers off it and I point at the floor. “Come on, Sky. Walkies.”

“No.”

I stare. “So you do want that spanking after all?”

She pouts. “I'm not crawling for anyone. Not even you. I told you I’m not a fucking dog.”

My spreading smile must madden her. “Oops, yes, my bad.” I lower the leather leash handle and put it between her teeth to hold. “Stay.”

Crossing the room, I take the stairs three at a time to the bedroom and return carrying two items. Her eyes widen when she sees them and she shakes her head, the chain swinging between her tits. She takes the lead out. “You're not putting that in me.”

“But it'll make it easier to get into your role.” I nod at the leash. “You might want to put that back in your mouth. Something to bite down on.”

Flicking the lube cap, I drizzle a healthy dollop onto the tapered plastic buttplug and smear it around, being careful not to let any spill onto the synthetic, black and white fur tail dangling from its base. Skylar eyes me all the way as I pace behind her. Trace fingertips up one thigh, tugging the skirt hem up with it until her full, bare ass pops into view.

I kneel behind her. Pepper her bum with kisses before squeezing some of the cool gel into her crack. She recoils at the temperature difference but begins to rock her hips after I put the bottle down and massage the lube in and around her tightest hole.

When I introduce the toy, she tenses.

“Relax.”

“Easy for you to say.”

I give the plug a twist and drive it in a bit deeper. She gasps. “Okay okay, point taken.”

Working the silicon in further, I reiterate to bite the leash handle. She does and her cries muffle as I work the toy deeper. At the widest point, she lets out a sustained moan and then the entire thing is swallowed, leaving just the flared base and the tail dangling.

I stroke her bottom. “Good girl. Give it a shake. Yeah, that's it.”

Her globes ripple, tail swishing, and it's strangely arousing. I swat one cheek and she groans as the sting registers.

Rounding her, I take the leash from her mouth and shake it. “Now. Come on. Time for walkies.”

Skylar glares at me and I tug to jerk her chin up, then forward so she flops to all fours. After some resistance, she eventually puts one paw forward and begins following me to the lounge door, her ass swaying. I glance back to watch her in the fireplace mirror as I open the door and let her crawl into the hallway.

We pause. “Do you want to go up ahead? There are treats for you.”

Skylar sits on her haunches. “You just want to ogle my ass don't you?”

I smile. “Was that woof woof I heard?”

“Woof off.”

I tug her forward and launch a healthy slap to her exposed bum. She gasps and rubs the handprint. “Owwww.”

“Let's try again. Do you want to go up ahead or shall I lead?”

She casts her gaze downward. “I'll go first.”

I stroke her cheek. “Good girl.”

Such a beautiful sight, her ass wiggling, tail swaying to and fro as she crawls up the stairs and turns at the half landing. I follow. The leash trails behind, between her legs, slapping against each stair riser until she reaches the top.

Our bedroom is across the hallway and she sways towards it, the carpet pile changing shade where it's disturbed. Once inside, she kneels at the foot of the bed. Perhaps she’s learning obedience after all.

Laid out on the bed in order of size, and possibly intensity, are an array of toys.

I stoop to grasp the leash handle again and take up the slack. “Which would you like to start with?” I wave my hand across them. “I’d suggest the flogger, because of your disobedience.”

Skylar considers the set. Reaches for the flogger.

“Uh-uh,” I warn. “With your teeth.”

She glares up at me. Sighs and shuffles forward, up, twists her head and grips the shaft in her mouth, presenting it.

I take the toy. Gauge its weight and swish it about in the air with a satisfying whoosh. Petting her cheek, she nuzzles into my palm and I issue a command. “Turn around.”

Dutifully, she manoeuvres herself until her ass points my way. I swing the flogger in a figure eight a few times then let the fronds flick her upturned bottom.

“Oowww.”

Repeating the swirling, I flash the falls against her other cheek. This time, she swallows the cry and wiggles her rump, tail swaying as the sting and marks surface.

“Good girl. More?”

She casts a gaze over her shoulder, bites her lip and nods, watching as I issue two more strokes, one on each globe. Sky hisses.

I swat her twice more. Pause. “Mmm you know what would make this better?” I put the flogger down and pick up the nipple clamps. “Heel!”

My—now more obedient—girlfriend crawls over to me and sits on her haunches. I smile when she lifts her paws in front of her chest and sticks her tongue out to pant. It's cute that she's getting into character.

Reaching down, I yank her curvasceous tits free of the bra, grip and massage the soft flesh as she growls approval, then slip the first clamp down either side of an erect nipple.

The device is like a hairpin. The two open-ended parallel forks that scissor alongside her firm cap are secured with a small adjustable metal loop. I start it at the bottom and eye her as I glide the catch north to increase the tension. When she gasps, I stop and tend to the other nipple the same.

I give each clamp a little tug. Cinch the clasp up a fraction tighter then raise the flogger. Skylar turns around to present her ass. I slash the toy across her bottom. “I didn't tell you to turn around.”

Slowly—very slowly—she shuffles to face me and kneels up. I reach out and swing each nipple clamp left and right until she groans, then step back and swipe the flogger across her chest. She yelps. Grabs for her tits and squeezes to soothe the sting.

When she's done massaging, I raise an eyebrow. She considers. Her hands fall away and she juts her chest out. Taking my time, I caress her cheek. Pet her hair. Whisper, “That's my good girl,” and lash her breasts.

She lets out a little scream, goes to clutch her chest again but stops, flicks her eyes to mine, bites her lip and leans back, gripping her ankles to let me swipe down again. The following strokes build, each one a fraction harder, and she starts to breathe hard through her clenched teeth.

The falls catch one of the nipple clamps and it pings off. That makes her squeal, so I toss the flogger onto the bed and massage her tits, unclipping the other clamp in the process. I swear I can feel the heat of the marks beneath my fingertips.

My hand trails up to her neck. Then her cheek again and she nuzzles against me.

“Time for your treat. Pick one.”

Skylar turns to face the duvet. Casts her attention across the toys and chooses the chunky vibrator, dragging it to the edge with her teeth. I reach for it. Take its weight, sweep the other toys aside and sit on the bed. Patting the space alongside, she crawls up, rolls over onto her back, legs and arms up, crooked as if for belly rubs, and eyes me.

I stroke her exposed tummy. Wobble it a bit. She lets out a playful growl. Then a moan when I slither my palm between her legs and rub her damp fur there.

“Somebody seems to enjoy being whipped. Look?”

I lift my hand that glistens in the burnt orange of the setting sun streaming through the window. Bringing her juices to my face, I lap my palm clean. “Mmmm. Wish you could lick yourself. But we'll have to improvise.”

Trailing my hand down her body again, I cup her mound. Run back and forth, being sure to slide a finger between her folds. When my hand is drenched in her essence, I offer it. Nuzzle her chin and watch her outstretched tongue flicking at my skin. “Ohh you like that, huh? She nods. Carries on tonguing. “You have such a tasty…” I pause for effect and my voice hardens. “Cunt, Skylar.”

She lets out a breathy moan.

“Does that turn you on, my pet? To talk about your filthy, wet cunt.”

Biting her lip, she nods.

“To taste it? To lose yourself in your juices? Your pleasure. Hmm?” I stroke her cheek again. “How about we play with it some more? With the toy you chose.” I wave the vibrator. “This toy.”

Without even giving her a chance to answer, I flick the switch and it hums to life. I lower it to hover over her skin. Her tummy. Up to her breasts. Brush a nipple. Then the other, and trail the tip all the way down her midriff. Skylar wriggles. Groans when the buzzing disturbs the air so close to her clit, without touching it.

Her hips slide on the bed but she knows better than to raise them against the toy. Contact before I permit it would attract consequences. We've played games like this before where I deny her an orgasm until she's a begging wreck. She wears my handprints well.

Every so often, I let the toy bounce on her clit and then snap it away to hover mercilessly close. She emits a little yelp each time and jerks her hips, but always returns to position. So obedient.

I let the toy fall and hold it against her clit for a second, then lift. She moans, the echo of the vibrations lasting. Before she's had time to recover, I drop it again. Hold it longer and she rocks her hips. Cries in frustration when I yank the toy away.

A droplet of juice drizzles from her slit to catch on the plug. I reach for the silicon base and pull fractionally. Another droplet oozes clear and runs around the exposed stem. I push it back in. Press and roll as she flops her legs open and groans each time I gently tug and release the tail.

“Ffuucckk.”

“Oh you like that?”

She nods and I pull the plug harder; a steady pressure until the widest point starts to crown around her puckered ring and she inhales sharply. I let go and it's sucked back in. Pressing and wiggling it deep, her groan makes my cock firm further against my jeans.

“Naughty girl. Having your ass played with.” 

Skylar chews her lip. Nods again. I ease the plug out, stretching her hole, widening until the bulb crests once more. I hold it there and dab her clit with the vibrator. She jerks. Cries out. I bounce the wand and when the exposed plug stem is coated in the tributaries of arousal drooling from her slit, I gently slide it back in and out, fucking her ass with the toy base.

Her moans ring out. I time the wand dabs with the out-stroke so the natural clenching increases the pleasure. It works. She drips more.

One time, I mistakenly pull too far and the entire toy slides from her ass. Her deep moan is the longest yet. I drool spit on the silicon, rub its length against her already wet hole, point and reinsert as I hold the vibrator hard against her clit. She slams her hands to the bed and raises hips to the intrusion.

“Mmm, maybe you will enjoy anal.”

“God. Yess, I think I will.”

I resume fucking her with the plug, its tail rocking to and fro. This time, I make sure to periodically remove it fully and plunge it back into her winking depths. She cries out every time and starts to beg for it more, until I'm reinserting it every stroke.

My voice carries an edge and I dab her clit over and over. “Such a pretty slut. Good girl. You gonna cum, my pet?”

Her head thrashes against the bed, mouth forming a wide ‘O’ and I jam the vibrator against her slit as she begins to wail and jerk.

The way her ass quivers around the buried toy, rhythmically clenching, is a sight to behold. A few small trickles of clear fluid snake their way down past the toy to the bedsheets.

I let her ride the orgasm out until she shoves my hand away, chanting, “Fuck fuck fuck,” under her breath and wriggling.

My cock strains when I step back. Leaning down to hover her still convulsing slit, I lap her juices, running my tongue up through her folds and she giggles, swatting at my head.

“Oy! No more!”

I stop. Gaze up at her from between her thighs, just breathing in her thick arousal. “No? Do you mean that?”

“Yes!” She pauses. Giggles again. Gasps at my breath tickling the trapped juices in her pubes. “Uhhh, no.”

“Mmm, that's what I thought. Greedy girl.”

With the faintest flutters of my tongue, I brush her pussy lips. Her juices dance across my palate and it takes every ounce of self-control to keep myself from burying my face in her.

She exhales. “Ohhh, yeah. I like that.”

I keep up the barely-there touches, so close it would probably be difficult to slide a sheet of tissue paper between my tongue and her skin. Occasionally, I lap harder or circle or flick her clit, and she jolts each time before sighing.

“Mmm, god. Keep that up and you'll make me cum again.”

I pull away. “Can't have that.”

She stares. “Tease!”

“Nah. A tease would do this.”

I run my tongue from the base of her pussy, by the plug, all the way through her wetness and stop short of her clit.

She bats the top of my head. “No fair.”

“Oh?”

“Lick me!”

I grin. “I just did.”

“Properly.”

Arching my eyebrow, I add, “Manners.”

“Pleeease.”

“Lick what?”

“My clit! Lick my fucking clit!”

“Like this?”

I draw a wide circle around it.

“Mmmfuck. More.”

I increase the radius and she laughs. “Stop being a pedant. Inward.”

The circles tighten until I'm nudging the edges of her protruding nub and she rocks her hips, sighing rhythmically. A few circuits later I switch to flashing my tongue left and right. Fast. Faster as the moan in her throat spills out, then slower to keep her close to the edge.

“Fuck. Stop teasing me.”

I kiss her cunt. “Where's the fun in that?”

This time I switch to up-and-down. Flicking slow then speeding up and up until she bucks against my mouth. “Oh god. Gonna cum. Fuck. So close. Yeah… yeah.”

With a final long lap through her soaked folds, I rise. Spank her pussy and she claps her thighs around my hand. “Oww fuck noooo.”

Sliding my wet hand free, she rocks from side to side, desperation etched across the zigzag she makes with her lips. “Fuck I need to cum. Please. Pleeease.”

“There's one toy left.”

She rolls her head to gaze, glassy-eyed across the bed. “I'm already spread like a fucking spatchcock chicken for you. And you want to use that?!”

I nod. Reach for it. Test its weight in my palm. Spit on each pink arm of the device and smear it. Both point in the same direction, one longer and fatter than the other. I switch it on and it emits one tiny buzz of feedback.

Offering the widest end to her pussy, I ease it into her soaked hole. As it disappears, the second arm slithers onto the outside of her lips, its tip coming to rest directly over her clit. I press down to adjust the arm angle, ensuring a snug fit.

Firing up the app on my phone, I connect to the device and hand it over. She blinks. Slides her gaze up towards me. “I presume there are rules.”

I unbuckle my jeans, slither out the belt and lay it neatly beside her. Undressing fully, cock bobbing hard, I pick up the flogger. Take hold of the leash and pull it taut. She inhales sharply. Snaps her attention my way. Waits.

“You adjust the motors when I say. If you back off without permission, I'll use this.” I wag the flogger. “If you cum before I say, I'll use the belt. Clear?”

She swallows behind the choker. “Clear.”

“Good doggy. Begin. Blue first.”

She scowls, but horniness trumps indignance. Her thumb hovers over the blue circle then slides upward, the device rumbling obediently inside her. “Ohhh.”

I let her get used to it a moment. “More.”

She nudges the fader higher and her thighs flap a little as she fights to keep them open. Her mouth falls open when I instruct her to cycle the vibrations in long slow waves. The buzz reduces to almost nothing then ramps with her gasp. Quiet. Loud. She starts to shake and keeps the fader down for a long beat.

Without warning I thrash her tits with the flogger. She howls and reignites the device.

I tug her leash to jerk her chest up. “Next one's on your cunt. Faster.”

Skylar groans, a sustained note as the device hums. “Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum.”

“Back off.”

She jabs the display and the quiet envelops us, just her laboured breaths puncturing the evening.

“Up.” Her whimper precedes another moan. “Off.” She does as she's told, huffing through her teeth fast. “Up.”

“Noooofffuckkk.”

I raise my arm and she pushes at the button, raising the intensity. When she's rocking her hips and panting hard, I tell her to stop. Watch her struggling to keep away from the edge.

“Let's not neglect your clit. Use the pink now.”

She switches to the other slider. Drifts it higher and sighs. Then moans. “Hohjesus. Too much. I can't… can't hold it.”

“Faster.”

She glares at me, panic in her eyes. But inches the vibrations faster.

“Stop.”

She instantly lets go and whimpers as the vibration echoes die away.

“Both.”

Her whisper is hollow. “No.”

I lash her cunt and she squeals, hand flying to rub and soothe the sting.

I let her reconsider as she writhes. Let her come to the decision all on her own. She knows she could end it. Part of me wonders if I've pushed too far and I'll have to honour her wishes.

But then she surprises me. Grits her teeth. Splays her legs again, puts two fingers on the display and eases both motors to halfway.

Her shallow breathing deepens. Tightens. “Oh FUCK. I need to cum. Please please please can I? Pleeease.”

“Not yet. Stop.”

Her moans die with the vibrations, leaving the shell of my girlfriend fighting for control of her body. One hand grips my phone, the knuckles of the other whitening as she bunches the duvet. I've never seen her so close to the brink for this long and the effect on my cock is profound. Even without touching myself, I'm fully hard and leaking pre-cum that drips to the floor between my feet.

Our eyes meet. I tighten the leash. “Bark and you can cum.”

She exhales, desperation evident. “I told you. I'm not a fucking dog.”

I shrug. Yank the lead so her head tips back. Wait. Then issue the next instruction: “Three quarters. Both motors.”

Skylar glares, breathing heightened. Pauses and then drags the sliders up, instantly convulsing. “Ohfuck. Fuck. Gonna cum. Gonna cummm ohhh.”

I drop the flogger. Pick up the belt. Her eyes widen. “Nonono. Can I cumm? Pleease? I can’t hold it.”

“Bark.”

Her head thrashes.

“BARK!”

I raise my arm, belt primed. She locks her gaze with mine. Stares. “Woof. Woofwoof.”

“Max.”

She blinks. The command registers and she shoves the sliders to the top, clapping her thighs together, groaning and rocking. “Fuck canicani…?”

I make her wait a beat longer. Prolong the torment as she teeters on the brink, everything taut. Tense. There's wildness and genuine panic warring behind her eyes at the prospect of her body betraying her before I give permission. “Good girl. Cum for me.”

Relief floods her features and she immediately spills, rhythmic groans bouncing off the ceiling as the relentless buzzing tears the orgasm from her. The phone falls to the bed with a thud and she stiffens, gripping the duvet by her sides, feet slamming into the mattress to arch her hips skyward.

She remains frozen as the climax thunders. Peaks. Steps up another level with her scream. “Fuuckfuck stop stop stop.”

She flaps at the bed for the phone but misses each time, so I drop the belt and grab it, shutting the sliders off. The lengthy, throaty groan as her cunt clenches around the lifeless toy is the sexiest noise in existence. My dripping cock is steel, and I clutch it, wank three long strokes and erupt over her quivering tits.

We both groan, my spunk lashing her skin leaving milky trails that follow the contour of her heaving chest.

Her climax plays out through the shapes her mouth makes. Curled lips, then a wide ‘O’ as she cries with each fluttering beat, followed by a moment of self-consciousness where she bites her lip to stifle the moans.

For my part, I spray and drip globs of spunk to pepper her body, a few stray pearls splattering on her bra and bicep until the spurts gradually slow. I'm rooted to the spot, cock pulsing in hand, quaking at her beauty in this state.

When her hips float down to kiss the duvet, my mouth immediately finds hers, lips searching, tongues entwining. We share a passionate kiss and I stroke away strands of hair plastered to her cheek.

As the kiss draws to a close, I slip my hand between her legs and gently prise the sticky toy out. She sighs when its bulb exits and a faint smile appears. I sweep away the toys on the bed and crawl on to lie beside her. Stroke her skin. Nuzzle her shoulder. Kiss her neck.

She purrs contentedly and wiggles her hips against my spent cock. “Hope you've got some more life in that, cos I still want you.”

I whisper in her ear, “I'll see what I can do.”

I know she's smiling. I can hear it in her voice. “Thank you for the playtime.”

“Thanks for playing along.”

She turns away from me onto her side and we cuddle and drift. I lazily stroke her arm, before reaching between us and stroking her tail. “You make an excellent pet.”

“Don’t push your luck, mister.” She giggles.

“Oh.” I trace a fingertip up her spine and circle the collar. “The bundle I bought comes with a cat tail and fluffy ears too.”

Skylar rolls her head to look back at me, eyebrows raised. “I'm not a fucking cat.”