Asurie's Experiences

“Oh Asurie…” Master’s voice calls out with a dark, coy tone. Asurie’s head lifts lightly from her pillow and she swallows, looking at her door a little nervously, knowing that tone of voice rarely means good things for her. With a whimper she pulls the covers over her head, burrowing under the sheets to hide. After a few seconds the door creaks open and Master peeks his head in with a smirk, a small clothing box tucked underneath his armpit. His gaze falls on the bed and he smirks at the sight. He walks slowly to the bed and leans onto the cushion with one hand, gripping the sheets tightly.

“Now where did my pet get to?” He says in the same tone as before, really sending shivers down her spine this time, knowing that if her antics aren’t killing his good mood he’s really got something devious planned. Before she can let that fear sink too far in though, the sheets are abruptly ripped from the bed, easily escaping her grip from underneath the sheets and sailing over Master’s head to reveal his smirk. The girl immediately fakes a bright smile and looks up from her curled position in her bed, her silky, white PJs falling off her shoulder.

“Good morning master!” She says brightly, sitting up onto her knees in bed. Her lip quivers for a second, seeing his smile not fade an inch either and noting that he has a box beneath his arm.

“There she is…” Master says coyly, still apparently in the mood to play games. “I’ve got a wonderful little surprise for you, pet.”

He smirks and lightly tosses the box onto the bed with a dull thud. The girl blinks a few times and reaches for the box, suppressing a slightly greedy smile at the prospect of a present. Without pause she pulls the top of the box open and peers inside. Her head tilts curiously as she plucks out what looks to be a fur-lined dress.
“What’s this master?” She asks curiously, looking to… his smile that is still not fading.

“That’s a new costume for you, pet.” He says in the coy tone with a widening smirk. “Get changed. I want to see it on you.”

Asurie takes a long, intentional pause at this statement.

“Of course master!” She says, closing the box with a snap and leaping like a coiled snake into the bathroom to change. Master blinks once at the movement and his smile finally fades for a moment before wrenching back into a smirk, knowing fully that she knew he’d rather her change in front of him. “Maybe I should have phrased that better…” He muses, sitting back on the bed to wait it out.

Inside the bathroom, Asurie pulls the clothes from out of the box and bites on her lip, looking them over. She blushes and pulls off her pajamas, knowing better than to keep Master waiting too much longer. Naked, she pulls a hair band with two fuzzy cat ears from the box and blushes, slipping it into her hair, the bands lightly threading through her hair to keep it secure. She swallows and moves on, taking two long, silk gloves from the box. She slips them onto her arms, the long black silk reaching over her elbows and mid way up her upper arm, ending with a puffy patch of white fuzz about an inch thick. She smiles, the fuzz surprisingly soft and comfy. Getting back to the costume though, she reaches into the box and pulls out the main dress, blushing lightly at it. It too is black and feels silken with an even thicker ring of fuzz surrounding the top and the bottom of the dress. For a moment it’s hard to tell which way is up, but she quickly figures it out, pulling it down over her head carefully and tugging it down over her arms and onto her torso. The fuzz contracts around her chest just enough to completely cover her breasts and ring a thick band of fuzz beneath her armpits and around her back. With a modest blush she tugs the end of the dress, still clinging to her belly, down over her bottom. She wiggles a little to tug it down, the ring of fuzz coming down about mid thigh. She smiles, content with how it looks and kneels down, grabbing the stockings remaining in the box. She sits down and tugs them on, they look almost exactly like the gloves and slide up past her knees, coming just an inch short from meeting the dress. Once they’re on she stands up and smiles, looking at herself in the mirror, the costume comfortably snug on her. She smiles and turns around to look at her back in the mirror to look at herself. As she does, the sight of a strip of fuzz in the box catches her eye. She frowns and kneels down, thinking the tail must have come off the dress. She grips it in the glove and runs her hand from the soft, fuzzy tip, down the length of the tail trying to find the fasteners that must have come undone. Unfortunately the other end of the tail doesn’t quite have what she expected. Her face pales a little, cupping a thin rubber anal plug in her hand. For a moment her mind envisions the thing inside her and she immediately drops it. With a nervous glance she looks around the room quickly and stuffs the tail into the back of the drawer under the sink, hoping to hide it from sight. She swallows nervously and turns to the door, heading out of the bathroom.

“Ah, finally.” Master says, looking up from his seat on the bed, eying her outfit with a broad smirk.

“Do you like how it looks on me master?” She says with the brightest smile she can manage. Master nods a few times as he looks her over, his gaze moving from her feet to the tips of the ears.

“Turn around for me, pet.” He commands calmly, his finger twirling in mid air. Asurie swallows a moment and smiles, spinning quickly around. Master smirks, again thinking he should have phrased that better but he saw what he wanted none the less. “Where’s the tail, pet?” He asks, shifting lightly backwards and leaning against the bed. Asurie bites her lip, quickly weighing the risk of lying with the size of the plug. She smiles nervously but brightly, figuring he’s in a pretty good mood and occasionally he believes her…

“I didn’t see any tail master…” She says with perfectly feigned innocence. Master’s brow furrows and his smile fades, sending a jolt of nervousness up her spine.

“Really?” He says a little darkly, standing up and heading to the door. Asurie’s stomach clenches for a second and she lightly grips his arm, giving him a cute pout.

“Didn’t you want to play a little bit with my new outfit, Master?” She says with a smile and a few bats of her eye lashes. It doesn’t take though as he shrugs her hand off his arm and pushes past her into the bathroom. She bites her lip and stays at the doorway, watching Master kneel down to the empty costume box and search around with his eyes for a moment. He spends a few moments in thought before shooting a glare back at her that makes her nearly jump backwards in surprise. With a huff Master gets up and storms around the bathroom, peeking into the tub and behind the toilet before he yanks the sink drawer almost completely out, gripping the tail in his hand and lifting it up. He turns with an annoyed smirk and slams the door shut, Asurie backing up against the bed nervously.
“Didn’t see one, huh?” He says with a smirk, walking towards her threateningly. “Well lucky you, I found one.” His smirk not fading, he grips the plug in his hand and reaches over, lightly patting the side of her leg. “Bend over.” He commands. Asurie’s eyes widen, staring at the plug and she bites down on her lip, shaking her head quickly as a refusal. Master’s eyebrow arcs a moment and his smirk fades.

“I said bend over, pet. You’re missing your tail.” He says firmly, reaching towards her and gripping her arm. Asurie gasps, unable to pull her eyes off the size of it and she shakes her head quickly, trying to yank away from him suddenly.

“N-no!! I don’t want to!” She says quickly, trying to yank away from him. Master frowns darkly, keeping a firm grip on her wrist as she tries to pull away.

“Behave pet. Don’t make me force you or I promise it will hurt.” He says in a darker tone, trying to grip her shoulder and force her down. Asurie’s heart races, feeling him trying to bend her over and she gasps, wiggling furiously in his grasp to squirm away from him. Master’s gaze grows darker as they struggle, rally trying to force her down as she squirms. His hand slips momentarily though and releases her wrist to get a grip on her other shoulder, but before he can the girl gasps, feeling her wrist free. She turns around quickly and whips her hand around, her palm slapping him hard on the cheek before she even realizes she’s doing it. Master’s head turns lightly and he stops, a darkening look on his face. Asurie swallows, recoiling a little towards the bed, watching him fume. Before she can mouth an apology out though, he looms over her and shoves her suddenly onto the bed with his full body weight. Almost instantly she finds herself on her stomach on the bed, Master sitting on her back and taking her wrists firmly in his hands. She gasps, struggling against his grasp as she feels a length of rope being coiled tightly and familiarly around her wrists.

“And here I thought the last time I punished you was enough.” He says darkly, getting off her back and gripping her ankles tightly. Asurie gasps, struggling to get up as she feels her ankles tied together as well. She lifts her head up over her shoulder and gasps, seeing him grab the paddle he always keeps nearby and step towards her. He snorts and lifts up a foot, settling it down on her lower back to keep her pinned as a free hand hikes up the dress, exposing her bare bottom to him. She holds her breath and a cool rush of air drifts over her skin before the leather paddle comes firmly down on her bare rump. She shrieks from the impact and bites down on her lip, feeling a second and third smack on her bottom in succession. “What do you say?” He says darkly, a fourth paddle landing on her rear, making her bottom stinging and red.

“I- I’m sorry master!” She manages to say between gasps, the sound of a fifth and sixth paddle sounding through the room.

“You will be…” He says, his voice seething with anger. She trembles and bites down on her lip, hearing him set down the paddle and setting a hand down tightly on the small of her back, pinning her tight over the edge of the bed, bent over and exposed. “You could have used the lube in the bathroom you know… Too bad now.” He says with a dark voice. Her eyes widen as she feels his hand spread slide down her bottom, his thumb tugging her ass hole a little ways open. She gasps and holds her breath as she feels the thick rubber plug prod her once before sliding forcefully and slowly forward. She trembles and gasps, the four inch plug slowly stretching her out and filling her up until her opening shuts tightly on the narrow part of the plug, keeping it firmly inside. She lets out a painful little gasp as it settles inside her, Master leaning over her back.

“Now for your lesson.” He says, a blindfold suddenly pressing over her eyes and being tied to the back of her head. She shivers, now blind and feeling her master’s hands come down firmly on her shoulders. She gasps lightly, feeling her body roughly pushed down into cushion and held down in the bent position over the side of the bed. Almost immediately she feels Master’s thick member drive entirely inside her, their hips meeting almost instant with a loud slap. She gasps out painfully from the rough entry and struggles on the bed, wiggling around uselessly as Master holds her shoulders down. She hears him grunt with malice and a little lust as he leans his weight down on her shoulders, pinning her tighter as his hips rear back. Without even time to hold her breath this time, Master’s hips start thrusting back and forth like a piston, the thrusts rough and rapid. Her throat lets out a painful moan as she feels herself mercilessly pounded, Master’s hips furiously slapping against her sore bottom as his shaft drives deep inside her, over and over. She trembles, hearing him let out dark and lustful moan that he usually only lets out when he’s just focused on his own pleasure. She trembles, feeling her insides heat up swiftly through the deep and constant thrusting. The minutes tick by, Master’s pounding letting up only once or twice, only to double in speed after a few seconds. She blindly lifts her head, letting out a harsh moan as she feels his shaft thicken as it rams her over and over. His grip suddenly tightens on her shoulders and he grunts, a hand reaching down and twisting the tail plug as his shaft drives as deep as it can go. She moans painfully, feeling the twist and his member throb and swell inside of her, a thick, warm load of cum pouring into her. She shivers, trying in vain to grind her hips a little against his prick as it fills her, her own orgasm still a ways off. Unfortunately master just grunts, giving the plug another little twist as he extracts his member, a few drops of his seed spilling out of her.

“I’m far too lenient with you, pet.” He says darkly, stepping away from her hips, letting her drip with his seed. Asurie whimpers, the lustful haze her mind had drifted into slowly fading without his thrusting and gradually replaced by a terribly painful stinging sensation on her rear, sore from the paddling and now just hurt from Master’s hips slapping into it for such a long time. The pain quickly becomes the only thing she can feel and she audibly whimpers, wiggling on the bed helplessly. Though she can’t see it, Master looks back to her from the bedroom door, heading to kitchen at first but stopping as he hears her whimper and watches her squirm. A minute passes before he lets out a sigh, walking back to her and leaning over the bed.

“Why do you make me punish you like this, pet?” He asks calmly, pulling the rope off of her ankles. After a moment he sits down on the bed and lifts her up by her armpits. Asurie shivers as she feels herself lifted into the air and dangled a little, blindly trying to look down before her master’s voice calmly wafts through her ears. “Spread your legs, pet.”

“Y-yes master…” She sniffles out, opening her legs obediently. Master hums in approval and lowers her down as soon as her legs are open, guiding her gently down onto his shaft again, settling her down in his lap as soon as their hips meet, her sore, red bottom hanging out of his lap in the cool air of the bedroom. She gasps a little and lets out a tiny moan, feeling herself filled up again, the pleasure she lost before quickly returning as she feels Master’s hands settle around her back and on her thigh. “M-mas-” She tries to say but her lips are suddenly locked with his as he pulls her warmly to his chest, his stiff prick rising and falling slowly inside her, his hips only meeting what was untouched by the paddle this time. The girl gasps inside his mouth as she feels his tongue glide gently against hers, his hands tightly caressing her back and leg as his member steadily eases up and down inside her. Her gasp quickly gives way to a soft moan, her insides heating up again from the movement and she leans in, sharing the deep kiss with him. He holds her close to his chest, her breasts, still concealed in the silk and fuzz pressing to him as the rise and fall of his prick slowly picks up the pace. She moans again, grinding her hips just a little against his, feeling his cum and her own juices make the steady and deep thrusting smooth and hot. Pressed to each other and her sore bottom still treated to the cool air, the two grind and thrust against each other for what feels like ages. The kiss is finally broken as Asurie’s head falls back, her insides hot and soaked and an orgasm bubbling its way to the surface. “Master-!” She calls out as the quick, deep thrusts push her over the edge, she clenches tight on the plug as it tickles a now sensitive part of her insides and her voice is caught in a long, loud moan as a white hot orgasm rips through her body. Master moans darkly against her neck as her head falls back, his breath hot against her skin as he follows suit, nestling deep inside her at the tail end of her orgasm and erupting with a thick, warm load of his seed. The girl shivers in pleasure as she feels him throb inside, the warm cum flooding her again. She sweetly moans and rests against his chest as his hand comfortingly rubs the small of her back, his cum flowing out of her slowly.

“…I really am far too lenient.” He says with a sigh, waiting until she stops panting to lift her off his prick and set her down on her side on the bed. Asurie smiles lightly and lifts her head blindly up as she feels him stand up.

“That was still very ni-MM!” She’s cut off suddenly, a ball gag suddenly pushed into her mouth. She whimpers as it’s tied around the back of her head and master’s strong arms slip around her torso, lifting her up over his shoulder. She swallows a little despite the gag out of fear, realizing she not only disobeyed him but also struck him. Getting off scot-free with an gentle bedding is of course out of the question. Her head hangs dejectedly as they walk down the halls, the creak of the heavy wooden door that leads to the dungeon eventually ringing through her ears. She whimpers as she feels herself sat down in a chair and strapped down tightly to it, her chest bound by leather to the back of the chair. Her ankles and under her knees are also tied tight to the chair legs, spreading her legs wide and lewdly. She swallows again, knowing full well she’s getting punished. There’s a soft click of a switch and a hole in the chair beneath her sex opens up, a long, thick dildo rising mechanically up inside of her as deep as it can go before sliding back down. She shivers in the chair, the device rising and falling at a steady speed that’s not slow but not that fast either. She lets out a whimper as she hears master’s footsteps fade and the door pull shut.

Wonder how long she’ll be left here this time?

A few hours later…

The heavy wooden door creaks open finally and Master calmly walks inside. Asurie’s head weakly lifts from the sound, a tiny muffled whimper sounding from behind the ball gag. She pants, her head in a complete daze, the machine having made her climax just a minute prior for the.. whatever-ith time. She trembles as she feels Master’s finger press under her chin and lift her head up a little, a trickle of drool don her chin making his finger wet.

“Did we learn our lesson today pet?” He says calmly, holding her chin steady in his hand and reaching around, unlatching the gag and slowly pulling it from her mouth. Asurie hastily licks her dry upper lip and enjoys a few fully breathed pants the gag kept her from taking before she answers.

“Yes! Yes master!” She says forcefully, not wanting there to be any doubt this time, her breath short and still panting. Master smirks and leans in, taking her blind fold off as well so her glazed over eyes can meet his. She doesn’t dare say another word this time lest he be angered again, of course she still pants softly in front of him, unable to hold them back as the machine methodically slides in and out of her. For a few seconds he lets her stew for a moment, his grin widening the longer her pants last. Finally though he reaches behind the chair, flicking the switch on the back causing the dildo in the seat of the chair to grind to a halt and retract into the seat. She gasps and lets her head drop, finally getting her breath back, her brow bristling with sweat. Mater lets out a chuckle and pats her head before he kneels down and unlocks the restraints on her ankles.

“There’s a good girl.” He says calmly, reaching up to the seat and unlatching the leather straps around her torso. “Though I’m still disappointed in you for striking me…” She swallows at his tone of voice as he pulls her slightly forward, undoing the ropes on her wrists, freeing her completely. “So you’re going to make it up to me.” Asurie blinks at the statement, getting shakily to her feet and nodding to him as he stands up in front of her.

“H-how master?” She says with more than a hint of nervousness in her voice, the last punishment really seeming more than sufficient to her. Master doesn’t laugh this time, his arms crossing.
“I’m having some guests over for dinner…” He glances to his watch. “…in a few minutes. Get into your maid outfit and serve us dinner. I’m going to show you off. Bring the main course into the dining room in about ten minutes.” He finishes with a stern voice as he heads to the door. Asurie nods quickly, watching him head to the door.

“Of course master.” She responds quickly, watching him exit the door, apparently he’s all business in this situation. For a moment she briefly considers disobeying him, maybe these guests are people he has to impress to stay in his social status… if he falls out of this status maybe he won’t be able to keep her… She shakes her head at the thought after a few seconds. Master is pretty terrible at hiding his emotions and if it was that important he’d definitely have sounded a little bit nervous or much more serious. Apart from that, he’d definitely punish her for that kind of disobeying… and if it really ended up being her last it would definitely be the worst he could do. That decided she pushes the thought out of her mind and hurries to her room, always happy to be leaving the dungeon room.
She quickly heads to her room and digs into her closet, finding the maid outfit hanging neatly. She blushes lightly and looks down at herself for a moment and blushes, remembering the cat outfit and quickly realizing she’d completely gotten used to the tail stuck inside her. She blushes deeply and starts stripping herself of the gloves and stockings and slipping out of the dress, hanging them neatly on a fresh hanger before letting out a long sigh. She bites on her lip and reaches back behind her, gripping the handle of the plug and giving it a slow tug. She trembles and eases it out of her, letting the tail drop on the ground as a wave of relief rushes through her, finally getting some relief from the pressure on her insides. She lets herself relax for a moment before happily taking the maid outfit out of the closet and slipping into it. She slips the long black stockings and skirt on first, brushing the lacy frills on the side of it before slipping the shirt and apron on as well. Finally she slips the tiny frilled headband on… and laughing when she accidentally hits the cat ears still stuck in her hair. She’d gotten pretty used them being there as well it seems… She shrugs it off and puts the cat ears away with the rest of the outfit and smiles, checking herself in the mirror, quite satisfied with how she looks. After a brief glance at the clock, she hurries into the kitchen, finding a large silver platter on the counter top with a warm, freshly cooked roast. She glances to the door to the dining room, waiting for a few seconds for master’s voice to call her. When she doesn’t hear him, she grins mischievously and grabs a fork, taking a slice of the roast and stuffing it greedily in her mouth. …Mmm, mouthwatering.

“Time for dinner pet, bring it in.” Master calls firmly to the door after a few minutes. Asurie wipes her mouth with a napkin quickly, making sure there’s no evidence before she grabs the plate and heads into the dining room. She smiles lightly as she puts the meal on the table, the two guests looking to her with undisguised approval, a slim one going so far as to peek behind her back to get a better look at the skirt while the other slightly muscular one just admires her face. Master nods at the head of the table, sitting back calmly and waving her over. Asurie quickly goes to his side, noting his slightly serious expression. His voice lowers to a whisper as he talks almost directly into her ear. “You’re still being punished for striking me pet, don’t forget that. I expect my orders to be followed or else…” His subtle glare at her quickly fades as he takes his glass, lifting it and nodding to he guests. “Alright pet, my guests expect a fun evening. Get under the table and service them while we eat.”

Asurie’s face flushes red almost immediately, looking to Master’s face for some kind of hint that he’s kidding. Of course, there’s no such hint and every second she spends staring at him only makes his face grow sterner. She swallows quickly and replies, the stare he’s giving her sending chills down her spine. “Y-yes master!” She says like she’s reciting a line from a poorly-rehearsed play. Master nods firmly, masking his disapproval with her hesitation by taking a drink as the girl kneels down quickly and crawls underneath the table. Once down there though, she gets right back to hesitating. This wasn’t a particularly new request but usually a demand for service carries… well, a little pageantry at least, nothing so demanding or casual ask for as this. She hugs herself a little, the request feeling especially degrading while dressed up like this. She swallows, looking between the legs of the three men, the two guests sitting with their legs spread expectantly an Master lightly tapping his foot as he starts some casual conversation with the two of them. She swallows, looking nervously between the two of them, knowing she needs to get started but… she really doesn’t want to start and besides that, which one would be first. She looks at the ground for a second, trying to think of a way to worm out of it when the slightly thinner man lightly slaps his thigh a few times, beckoning her over with his hand. She swallows hard, watching him unbuckle his belt for her. For a moment she considers crawling away again but the increasingly loud foot tapping from Master kills off the thought. Steeling herself, she takes a deep breath and crawls forward, kneeling in front of the man as he shifts his pants and underwear down for her, leaving his member lying in front of her face. She swallows, comparing his size with master’s for just a moment before lifting her hand to his shaft, stroking it gently.
“She’ll use her mouth, right?” The man says between bites, talking to master with a hint of sarcasm. Asurie shudders, squeezing him a little tighter, annoyed by his tone.

“You should learn a little patience.” Master replies without another gesture from under the table. He draws the conversation away again with surprising grace as she strokes the man a little faster. After a moment she hears the man groan in the middle of a sentence with pleasure, his prick reaching its full length in front of her. She shivers and stares at the tip as she strokes it, swallowing hard again, watching it swell in her grip. She glances back to master’s seat for an instant and turns back, leaning in and easing her mouth over the man’s tip and down his length. She eases about half of it inside, getting a hungry moan out of him in the middle of his sentence. He chuckles, scolding her for her timing for a second before his hand lifts up and rests on the back of her head, sliding her mouth down almost to his base. She shivers, used to taking bigger but still not finding it easy. She shuts her eyes tightly and moves her head back and forth faster, keeping her lips tight to squeeze him uncomfortably, feeling resentful of his attitude. With angry, shut eyes her head bobs back and forth along his member as the three of them talk. Time passes without any frank commentary from the man, calming her down somewhat until his hand suddenly grips her hair, taking control from her and sliding her head back and forth faster and faster. She shivers, feeling it slide in and out of her throat, the thought of biting down flashing through her mind when she hears the men lightly chuckle.
“You’re looking awfully flushed there.” The other guest says in between bites.

“I’m just running –ah-… out of patience.” The man grunts back, panting and sliding her head faster and faster along his length. The girl shivers as she feels it swell in her mouth, his hand forcing her head blindingly fast back and forth, his hand driving her mouth against his crotch the more lustful he gets. She chokes for an instant from the speed and gasps when his hand pushes her tight against his hips, face buried in his crotch as a load of hot cum is forced down her throat. She shudders in disgust from the man being so callous, the cum flowing down her throat despite her anger. After a moment, the cum stops and the man grunts, letting her head go and sighing in relief, sitting back in the chair. “Not bad… though I think it’s your turn.” The guest says, a bit short of breath.

“I think your right.” The other guest replies, shifting in his chair and lightly tugging down his pants before sitting back again. Asurie pulls her mouth off the first guest and swallows, wiping her mouth resentfully. Her eyes glance over to the muscular guest, his prick already fully stiff from the anticipation. She frowns and sighs in her head, seeing Master’s foot tap lightly the longer she waits. Resigned to finishing it, she swallows and turns around, crawling over to the man and gripping his length, taking a deep breath before easing her mouth over his shaft. He lightly groans as she strokes him, her mouth rocking back and forth.

“And you said I was flushed…” The first guest says with a smirk. The other guest simply snorts and suddenly grips Asurie’s hair, forcing her mouth back and forth harshly, taking out his momentary frustration on her. She gags momentarily before she gets used to the thick length, gripping the man’s legs to steady herself as he forces her head back and forth by himself. This one is even less tender than the first… his grip on her hair tight and a little painful, and his pace barely letting her get a good breath in at any point. She lets out a brief, muffled protest after a minute as he forces her to deep throat him. He only grunts and keeps her mouth there for an extra long time, seemingly as punishment. She shudders in anger, trying to keep herself steady as his hand starts to drag her mouth back and forth again, sliding her head faster and faster. A laugh sounds from the top of the table, the muscular guest making a rather crude joke about her as he forces her mouth faster along his length. Her anger with him rises again, her teeth grazing him for just a second before she stops herself. Unfortunately the man just shivers hungrily from the stimulation and his hand forces her mouth even faster back and forth, his thick length swelling between her lips. She gasps lightly, the man rather suddenly moaning and load of cum escapes from his tip. His hand shivers, momentarily pulling her mouth off his tip, a squirt of cum flying across her lips before he gets control again, holding her mouth on him until the last few drops fall onto her tongue. The man grunts and slides her off his length with a single gesture, grunting and finishing up his meal.

“Not bad…” He says dispassionately, his breath a little short as he pulls his pants back up. Asurie shivers, wiping her mouth and glaring back at him, shaking with anger over his attitude towards her. She looks to Master for just a moment, hope he’ll defend her at least…

“Well I think you’ll enjoy dessert a bit more, hm?” He says calmly. The men both laugh darkly, confusing Asurie for just a second before the three of them stand, pushing their chairs backwards. Master peeks under the table with a firm look and smirks.
“Come on out of there pet. Time for you to show my guest what you can really do.” He says with a grin. Horrified at the statement, Asurie hesitates, gasping when she sees a man pulling his pants down and sitting on the floor expectantly. Her face lifts up pleadingly to Master’s, her head shaking lightly in silent protest. It’s no good, unfortunately and he gestures firmly towards the man, clearly growing irritated with her hesitation. She swallows hard, seeing his face and chokes back a wave of disappointment as she crawls out from under the table, feeling a tear well up.

“…Yes master.” She says sadly, walking over to where the muscular guest is lying on the floor with a smirk. He lifts a hand up and lightly pats her thigh, coaxing her downward. She swallows, not following his movements this time, straddling him with an angry expression on her face. Quickly master comes to her side and puts his hands on her shoulders with a small smirk.

“Come on, you’ve kept him waiting long enough, pet.” He says, pushing her shoulders down, forcing her to kneel over his prick. She gasps, the man’s hands grasping her hips and pulling her down quickly onto his shaft. Her body trembles as she’s impaled by his length, his prick thicker than she remembers, Master’s hands firmly forcing her down until their hips meet. She shivers and hugs herself, looking to the man’s grinning face with undisguised anger as he gives her a light spank.

“She doesn’t look to happy.” The man says with a laugh, bouncing her cruelly in his lap once to get another gasp out of her. She does gasp though, the thick member brushing tight against her insides. Her arms unfold out of instinct and land on the man’s chest to catch herself. She blushes deep and looks to his grinning face for a few seconds before he starts thrusting in earnest, his hips lifting her up and down on his prick steadily and carefully. She shivers, momentarily confused by his calmer movements until a second set of hands eases along her bottom. Her eyes widen and her face flushes redder again, looking over her shoulder to the thinner man as he grins, spreading her puckered hole open with his fingers.
“Well doesn’t really matter how she looks, does it?” He says with a chuckle, his grip stopping her hips mid-bounce to prod her with the tip of his member. She gasps and looks to master, shaking her head pleadingly again but he simply shakes his head in return, arms crossed at the sight with a hint of a smirk. Her heart sinks as she feels the guest moan, his shaft quickly invading her ass, waiting until every inch works inside before releasing his grip on her bottom. He moans and reaches around, grasping her breasts from behind as the two men begin to thrust in earnest, each one sliding deep, their hips slapping against hers at their own pace. She lets out a painful moan, unable to stay silent any longer. Her head drops forward, the men making her entire body bounce forward and back with their hungry thrusting.

“That’s a good pet…” Master says after a minute. With a teary expression, Asurie lifts her head again, greeted with a view of Master’s cock, out of his pants and an inch away from her lips. This time her face softens for a second, her blush coming back as his tender hand lifts her chin, guiding her lips onto his tip. The familiar taste sends a shiver down her spine and her insides start to warm from the hungry thrusts of the two guests. A minute passes and the stinging pain in her bottom quickly fades into pleasure, the guests thrusting hungry and constant in both her openings. Her mind goes blurry and she starts sucking hungrily on Master’s length as he caresses her cheek lightly. A deep moan escapes from her throat after a few minutes, the muscular man’s prick starting to swell fat inside her already tight opening. She shivers in pleasure as the man moans, his thrusting easily doubling in pace as he gets close, the pounding inside her quickly building her own climax up. A blush crosses her cheeks as her chest is kneaded in the other guest’s hands, his pants growing hotter on her neck as his thrusting gets wilder, hips slapping hard against hers as he approaches his own peak. She shivers in pleasure, looking up to master’s face, as she feels the muscular man throb. She catches just a hint of pride in master’s eyes as she suckles his cock, moaning lustfully when she feels a geyser of cum erupt from the man’s prick deep inside her. Her body trembles and clenches on the hot flow, her insides quickly flooded with his hot seed. A heavy moan escapes from her throat, clenching and grinding hungrily on the men as a powerful orgasm rocks her body, the sensation only heightened when in the same second the thinner man squeezes her breasts tighter and drives deep, releasing his own load of cum inside her. The three of them sound a chorus of moans as cum soaks Asurie’s insides. Her head swirls in pleasure from the sensation and she eagerly slides her mouth down on Master’s cock. Happy to join in, Master too lets out a steady moan, his load of cum falling deliciously onto her tongue as she slowly comes down off her climax. Instinctively, she looks up to Master for his nod of approval or his praise. Instead she finds him looking to the men with a smirk, the two of them slowly pulling out and composing herself. She gasps, the muscular man unceremoniously dumping her to the side as he gets up with a laugh.

“Well that was a good dinner, thank you.” The thinner guest says with a chuckle, moving to slip his pants back on. Asurie sits on her legs and hugs herself, listening.

“Yes, quite the nice evening.” The other guest replies with a similar laugh.

“Glad you enjoyed yourselves gentlemen.” Master replies with a grin, glancing down to Asurie carelessly. “Do try to make yourself scarce now pet, we need to talk a bit more.” With a hand wave he motions for her to head out of the room, the three men heading for the lounge after fixing their clothing up. Asurie’s heart sinks at his gesture and gets slowly to her feet, running into the kitchen without another word. She shuts the door firmly behind her and bites her lip, sniffling, resting her back against the door. She lightly rubs her belly, her bottom feeling a little sore now but her rising anger pushes the pain aside. She’d never been treated so callously before! Those two brutes used her like she was nothing! Her thoughts of dinner race through her head, every laugh and every lewd grin they had on their faces making her burn with hate. How could Master do this to her? It was too much! The way he treated her like that… so cold… and to just push her aside afterward? Her fist clenches tight and her eyes start burning with anger, just as she hears footsteps coming towards the door.

“Oh pet…” Master’s voice calls from within, the footsteps growing closer. Enraged and without another thought, Asurie runs to the cutlery rack and grabs a steak knife, lunging towards the door as it opens up. The next few seconds seem to go in slow motion. Master’s head rises and his eyes widen when he sees the knife lifted above Asurie’s head. Through grit teeth, the knife plunged from over her head towards his chest. Her heart skips and she shuts her eyes as she pushes it downward, opening them up to see only the tip poking through his clothing and his hand firmly on her wrist, shaking as he holds her arm there firmly. Her eyes widen, seeing a little red stain form on his shoulder.

“Master… Ah-“ She barely gets out, looking up to see him glare death at her. He growls and his hand twists her wrist a little painfully, carefully extracting the knife from her hand and taking it into his own. The blood drains from Asurie’s face as Master lifts the knife slowly upwards, dripping blood on his shirt and holding it over her head. His arm flicks and she shrieks, the knife sailing over her head and lodging into the kitchen wall. She looks up to the knife and collapses onto her knees in shock, having fully expected that thing to be lodged in her chest from the look he just gave her. Of course… looking at his face, maybe a quick death wouldn’t be so bad. Yes, there’s no doubt he is bad at hiding his emotions, Master is absolutely livid, staring down at her, his hand rubbing the wound in his shoulder. He lifts his hand from his shirt and a drop of blood falls from his palm onto the floor in front of her. She watches the drop fall and looks back up to his face only to see his hand reaching down towards her. Panic sets in again after seeing the display with the knife. She scrambles along the kitchen floor to the opposite door, heart pounding out of her chest. This time, time seems to blur instead of slow down. A scramble for the door… knocking over a stand… a sudden impact on her back… a tug on her clothes. Her senses return to her on the floor of the hallway, Master on her back with a vice grip on both her wrists, a knee on her back and her apron pulled off. She gasps and looks back over her shoulder to Master’s face with… what look like fresh scratch marks.

“Seems we’re finally getting honest with each other, pet.” Master growls out with a voice darker than she’s ever heard from him, his free hand pulling the maid shirt off her back with a harsh tug. “All this time we’ve doing this little dance… A little harsh treatment… a little tenderness… it’s give and take.” He mutters seemingly to himself as his hand yanks her skirt and stockings off with a quick, harsh gesture. Asurie shivers from the rush of cold air for a moment, feeling tears well up again from hearing his tone of voice. “I didn’t really expect you to like me, or even not hate me… but the one thing I THOUGHT I got across is that you’d be safe under my ownership. Sure, a little pain here and there, but you’d never have to worry for your life. I thought I’d get THAT back at least.” He growls out, yanking the girl’s arms behind her back and tying her forearms together tightly, then immediately moving to bind her ankles and knees together.. “Well pet… I think this ends our little game. I’m through toying with you.” Before she can even choke out an apology, his hand covers her mouth, forcing a ball gag between her lips and quickly locking it in place. Asurie lets out a few garbled pleads through the gag, shaking her head in despair and disbelief before Master suddenly grabs her hair and pulls her head up, turning her face to his grim countenance.

“I WILL break you.” He says darkly with a hint of real pain carrying through his voice. She looks to him in confusion as he lifts her up, roughly laying her over his shoulder and carrying her down the hallway. Able to do little more than wiggle, the girl whimpers, looking down his back to the carpeted floor as they move, it eventually changing to grass as he walks her out the back door. She shivers for a moment from the wind. It’s actually a very warm night, but the lack of clothes makes her far more sensitive to the breeze. She looks around in confusion for a second before she’s set down rather unceremoniously onto the grass near the garden shed. She looks up as much as she can from her position to see the backyard and the seemingly endless woods stretching out in the dim glow of the setting sun. …Was he planning to leave her out here for the night? Another muffled protest comes from the gag as Master walks out of the shed with a few tools she can’t quite look up far enough to see. And clearly she won’t, because the first thing he does is slip a blindfold around her eyes… this one isn’t silk though, she can tell it’s made of leather with a few metal bolts keeping the fasteners together. She shivers at it’s buckled around her head, this model keeping her vision totally robbed. Despite her heavy breathing, she manages to hear Master stand and shift around to her backside and feel his hand spreading open her ass a few seconds later. She swallows, despite the gag, assuming rape is about to follow. A whimper is let out when she feels her puckered hole prodded with the tip of… something. It takes an inch of insertion before she realizes it’s actually a rubber plug, a bit bigger than what she’s used to, but it’s a little slick as well. Her body shivers as it easily slides inside, inch after inch as quick as the lube allows until her body closes tightly on the plug. She breathes deeply, feeling a little brush of something soft on her leg. She wiggles in protest, feeling what seems to be a fluffed tail brushing against her leg… it must be a tail like the one from her cat costume. Her wiggling is cut off though as Master grips the tail, hoisting her hips off the ground just from the tug. Asurie gasps, hurriedly lifting her hips with the motion lets the plug really start to hurt. She whimpers through the gag, feeling the night air waft onto her now fully exposed slit, the sound of a lid being popped flashing through her hearing. A few seconds pass before the girl gives off a stifled shriek, the bristles of what feels like a paintbrush, sliding up and down her exposed opening, covered with a cool liquid. She gasps, squirming as much as she’s able as the liquid is spread over her outsides, the soft bristle flicking in between her folds and splashing the fluid a little inside her as well. She has a second of relief when the cool brush is pulled away, only to gasp a second later when she feels his fingers on her slit, spreading it wide open and hearing the brushing lightly tap on the bottom of a container. She holds her breath in preparation, knowing what’s next. Sure enough, the bristles slide past her folds to probe deep inside her, the cool liquid is spreads feeling downright frigid in there. She squirms and whimpers as the brush slides back and forth inside her, each bristle tickling and flicking her slit. Her cheeks flush after a few seconds, little waves of pleasure starting to build up from the inside brushing… Just as she starts to enjoy it though, the brush is removed and Master’s fingers lift, letting her quickly close. She trembles, feeling the breeze again, now cold on her most sensitive spot and she lowers her hips, trying to protect herself with her legs. Master doesn’t let that last though, within moments he goes back to pick her up, walking her presumably through the lawn a little ways before setting her down on the grass.

“I’ve decided you’ll only go back to servicing ME when my wound heals, my little pet.” He growls out as he grabs her and forces her forward along the grass, her knees hitting a little wooden plank sticking out of the ground. She gasps in confusion as forces her to bend over, her waist just above her hips settling in a U shape carved into the top of the plank and covered with a leather fitting. She whimpers a little as she feels a strap come down across her back, tying her hips tight in place on the plank. Again master’s footsteps are the only sound as he walks to her front and grabs her head, setting it sideways down into the soft grass and earth, two metal poles suddenly felt on either side of her neck. She whimpers in confusion as she hears a clanging sound of metal striking metal. It lasts a few seconds before her head is released. She tries to lift her head only to find what feels like a metal U shape surrounding her neck and apparently buried in the ground, preventing her from lifting her head up. She trembles, feeling tears of fear start to well up when her legs are unbound, replaced by similar metal rings around her ankles, fastening her legs wide open.

“It’s time you realized just how much of a pet you are, little girl.” Master says darkly as he gets up, apparently satisfied with his work. Asurie tries to plead with him through the gag but all she receives are the sounds of footsteps walking away. For a few minutes there is nothing but silence. Asurie trembles from the feel of her new tail brushing against her thighs and the occasional breeze making the liquid on her slit cool and dry. After a while, the girl calms down as much as she’s able, her predicament likely to last at least as long as the last punishment. She swallows again and takes a breath, trying to settle into the soft grass when her senses catch a smell on the breeze. It’s a little faint but she does manage to pick up a rather musky odor coming from somewhere. It makes her nose tingle briefly and a shiver goes down her spine. The smell was almost familiar…
The realization, however, only comes when her ear picks up a faint jingle of metal that sounds a bit like a collar. She gasps, her face going completely pale. That was the sound of Master’s dog coming towards her and that smell has a similar odor. Though the thought horrifies her, she quickly puts two and two together, realizing she just got her slit covered in pheromones, the point driven home when she feels the dog’s wet nose press up against her slit and start sniffing rapidly. She screams and shakes in the bindings, her ankles and neck fruitlessly hitting the cold metal without lifting it a centimeter, the board barely even creaking from her struggles. She continues to let out muffled shrieks as the beast’s wet nose continues to rapidly puff air onto her exposed clit, an occasional lap of its rough tongue flicking over her skin. Her struggling quickly makes her poor ankles feel sore from impact and her neck cold from the metal. She lets out a loud whimper and trembles, ceasing her struggles when the beast’s nose pulls away. She pants a few times on the gag, the struggle and the stimulation having heated her body up. Her heart pounds as the seconds pass without any further probing. For a brief instant she lets herself hope it’s lost interest. …It’s not the case. She gasps in horror, feeling two cold paws suddenly press onto her bare back and shuffle forward, the tip of a bulbous, wet prick quickly pushing its way into her exposed slit. Again, her screaming is heavily muffled by the gag as she feels the stubby shaft drive inside her, the dog’s hips comfortably settle against hers soon after. She gasps, the dog’s weight pressing down on her back now as it rests against her bare bottom, the beast pawing her back a few times to steady itself before its prick begins to move. To her dismay, she finds the beast wastes very little time, pressing against her exposed slit hungrily and humping like mad. Her body shudders all over from the assault, the guests she serviced suddenly put in a whole new light. She whimpers and tears stream down her face as the dog’s shaft pumps furiously in and out of her. The ordeal last much longer than she expects though, the dog having a shocking amount of stamina considering the pace its keeping. Despite her revulsion, she whimpers, feeling her insides heat up from the constant humping, her breath going heavy as she feels the dog’s member expanding. Her heavy breaths quickly turn into gasps as she feels the beast’s swelled sack press to her opening much harder during the thrusts. Her eyes widen behind the blindfold, feeling herself suddenly stretched out painfully to accommodate the bulge, the dog’s pants growing heavy as it’s humping becomes even more fevered. She shudders and screams through the gag again, the size and speed pushing her to climax. The beast too appears to finish, its bulge expanding tight inside her, sealing her shut as a load of sloppy cum pours into her insides.

Her head spins and she shudders all over, the climax dizzying and the dog painfully swelled inside her. She whimpers, listening to the beast’s heavy pants as it keeps still on her back showing no signs of dismounting quite yet. The respite is just long enough for her to ponder her predicament with her hazy mind. It was… it was a small wound, wasn’t it? Surely he’ll show mercy… He has to show mercy… She whimpers loudly and starts crying again, the dog’s prick starting to rock back and forth once more…