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E062: The thirty-fifth pearl
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E062: The thirty-fifth pearl Soon after, Donald and Emma go to bed. As he holds her close to him, which he seems to do to automatically now, Donald thinks about what he is planning for Emma tomorrow. Neither of them has any appointments, obligations or must be anywhere, so it will be a full day of preparing her and playing this new game out. He only hopes that she will enjoy it. When they wake on Thursday morning, Donald tells Emma to go tan and get massaged. Now, nicely tanned, and even the suit marks disappearing, she only uses the bed a couple of times a week. Donald sends a message to Karen to take extra time over Emma, so she is limber and relaxed. Emma loves the attention and almost falls back to sleep from the massage. Feeling all her limbs so relaxed, she returns to the bathroom. She sees Donald at the sink counter stirring something in a cup. He turns and smiles at her and leads her to the shower. He washes her over and over, and then shampoos her hair, she feels his fingers massaging her scalp as he does. Then he has her sit on the shower bench and begins to paint the concoction in the cup over her hair. Donald explains it is a henna mix, dark brown, but with some golden henna too to make her hair really glow today. He assures her that henna does not last that long, but enough for the weekend ahead. Emma is a little confused about this but smiles at him as he so carefully covers her hair. He sits down next to her then and tells her that it needs to set for a few minutes. The warm steam from the shower running, but not on them right now, is nice and relaxing. Donald puts his fingers into her cunt and begins to play with her up and down her slit. Oh, it feels so nice. Emma swoons at his touch whenever it happened unexpectedly. And right now, she feels herself already starting to throb as he slowly plays her. She is his instrument to make wonderful music on. She leans her head back some, and a slow, intense song escapes her. Donald watches her start to redden in her neck and chest, a sure sign that Emma is moving towards a climax. He presses a couple of finger in her vag and uses his thumb to rub her clit as her song continues. She is in a wonderful special place right now. The warm water falling on their legs, being brought to a climax with just his fingers, Emma closes her eyes and lets the final crashing of orgasm overtake her. She cries out in exhilaration. She is panting over and over as she does. That her Donald can take her to such heights so quickly at times amazes her. When she calms enough, Donald tells her to stand as they need to rinse the henna off her hair. He rubs his fingers through her hair to help rinse it off, her back to him, leaning against him to stand. She is still feeling the after waves of just cumming. Once finished, Donald helps her from the shower and dries her off, throwing a towel over her hair now to soak up the wetness. Once her body is dry, keeping the towel on her head, he has her stand in front of him as he sits on the stool by the counter. Donald brings out a jar of lotion which Emma has never seen before. And as she watches over his shoulder in the mirror, he begins at her neck to rub it all over her. It feels so nice, but as she observes, she sees that there is something glittery in the lotion which against her tan skin is giving her a golden glow all over her. Donald does not miss a spot, except her cunt. Yes, over her mons, but not in her precious cave. But over her ass cheeks and thighs, down over her feet. When it is all on, he has her now sit on the chair, and he rubs a little more of the lotion over her face. The sunny glow coming from her whole body is mesmerizing to Donald. Right now, Emma is facing away from the mirror, so she does not know what the final effect is. Then Donald begins to towel her hair dry. When he moves the towel away, even though still wet, Emma’s golden-brown hair matches the glow of her body. He begins to dry and style it carefully. It turns out perfect. Then her makeup, in brown and golden tones today. When he finishes, he takes some black shadow and rubs it over the end of her nose. Emma looks at him quizzically as she feels him do it. He puts a headband which has two floppy ears sticking up from it on her head, then brings out the gold nipple and clit claps and laces them through her necklace down and on her. She moans from their tautness. He then tells her to lean on the counter, her back facing him. She does get to glimpse at herself then and is in awe of what she sees. As she watches, Donald squirts lube on her asshole and up in it, then picks up this unusual plug, which has a soft furry golden-brown tail hanging from it. He lubes that also and then presses it up in her. Emma feels the soft fur rubbing against her thighs, and then suddenly, she feels the tail flipping back and forth across her thighs and cheeks, and then this slow vibration in her ass. She comprehends that this is a remote vibrating plug and tail. She sighs in contentment. It is good. The Donald brings a leash over to her and clips it to her necklace also; he pulls her to stand, and pulling that way does make the nipple, and clit clamps tighten against her. She groans in delight. “Emma, you are now my pet totally. You will be so for all of today,” Donald tells her. Then he lifts some knee pads up onto her, and then fingerless padded gloves over her hands. He stands behind her letting her gaze in the mirror at herself in the role of his pet for a few minutes. Emma realizes she has been transformed into his special little pet dog, for him to do with as her as he wants. And she smiles wondering what will be ahead. He leads her back into the bedroom, and Donald opens that one dresser drawer and takes the crop he bought and used on her in the basement. He dresses in just some shorts and hooks the crop over one of the belt loops. Donald tells Emma to get on her hands and knees, as that is how she will be ‘walking’ today. She does as she is told, and he pulls at her leash just a little and tells her to heel. She quickly comprehends that she must crawl at his side, a little behind him as they head out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. As they enter it, Emma sees what Donald has been doing while she tanned and was massaged. There is a mat on the floor near his chair at the table and a crystal bowl of water sitting on it. He takes her up to it and tells her to sit. She leans back on her calves and lifts herself with her arms outstretched. Yes, she is being his perfect pet. He fills a silver bowl with some scrambled eggs, and places it next to the water bowl, and tells Emma to eat. It takes her a few seconds to understand what she must do but lowers herself on all fours and leans and begins to eat the eggs, taking little bits in her mouth to swallow. She does also lap at the water some. It is an amazing and so different experience for her. Donald watches her eating and drinking as he eats his breakfast too. He is enthralled that Emma is so willing to lower herself to such a state. And such a neat and sweet pet she is being, only taking a little of the eggs in her mouth, licking them up with her tongue to take it into her mouth to swallow — the same with her lapping up the water to fill her some. This might be a game they will have to play from time to time. Especially as he watches her tail flip back and forth, and knowing the vibrator is twirling in her ass, he hears her now and then moans with pleasure from it. Donald finds himself getting hard watching Emma be his puppy for the day. She adjusts to it so well and seems to be enmeshing herself in this role-play. When she has finished eating and lapping up about half the bowl of water, spilling some as she does, Emma crawls to him and sits at his feet. He smiles down at her and scratches the top of her head. Emma whines with delight at this attention, and places her chin on his knee, nudging against his hand to do more. Donald laughs at her antics. With all the prep time and breakfast, it is now past eleven o’clock. Donald picks up Emma’s leash and leads her to the back door to the yard. Emma has never seen it before, and now as she crawls along at Donald’s heels, it is a slightly skewed view of the yard. She sees to the right the cottage which Karen’s and Julie’s home must be. But Donald does not let her linger long as they pass it. He keeps her on the soft, warm grass to walk which helps as even with the knee pads and hand mittens; the cement is a little hard to crawl on. Emma did not realize how large Donald’s property in the back was. Large flower beds incircle the yard and some trees for shade. There is a forest at the back of his property allowing for total privacy, and high wooden fences on the sides to block anyone’s view of the yard. As they walk along, wanting to see all the exotic flowers now blooming in the beds, Emma pulls ahead of Donald to try to see them. She feels a smart smack to each of her ass cheeks from the crop Donald is carrying and lets out a whimper from the surprise and sting. “Puppy, you must stay heeled for the most part, unless I tell you that you can run ahead,” Donald explains as two more spanks with the crop dust her cheeks. “Woof,” is all Emma says in response to let him know she understands and moves back to being in the heeling position. Donald lowers his fingers and scratches her head to let her know that she does understand. Emma whines with pleasure. Donald does take her over to the flower beds, and they walk around the yard so Emma can see all that is blooming, and what will be soon. When Emma sees a flower which totally pleases her for its uniqueness and beauty she barks a few times. Donald is coming to comprehend what Emma is trying to tell him. At the back of the property when they arrive, is a small creek running through before the forest starts. The bubbling sound as the water splashes over rocks on it streaming to probably one of the nearby lakes is relaxing. Emma sees that a blanket has been laid by the creek and there is a basket with wine and snacks. Donald leads her to the blanket and tells her to sit. She assumes the crouching position and waits for his next command. Donald takes another crystal bowl from the basket, along with a wine glass, for him. He fills the bowl with some of the wine, and then his glass. “Puppy, you must be thirsty after our walk, go ahead and have a bit,” he tells Emma. Emma crawls to the bowl and again begins to lap some up. Drinking wine in this manner is rather arousing. And in this role, she feels herself starting to get rather wet between her legs knowing she pleases Donald so. And then all the water from earlier, and now wine get the better of her. She really needs to pee. She looks at Donald with distress in her eyes and whines. She starts running in a tight circle like she is trying to catch her tail to try to let him know what the issue is. “Does my puppy need to wee-wee?” Donald asks masterfully. Emma barks in reply. Donald takes her leash and leads her over to a corner near a tree. “Alright sweetie, go ahead,” he tells her. Emma, not sure at first what to do, then realizes she needs to squat to pee between her legs. And she does. The warm stream of piss coming out of her feels like such relief. She shakes herself some to try to get the excess off her, as she knows she can’t wipe herself right now. “Is my puppy feeling better now,” Donald asks her, as again he feels himself getting harder and harder, watching Emma portray this role for him. He tells Emma she does not need to heel now, and she scurries ahead of him, as much as the leash allows, back to the blanket. She falls on her back with her legs spread wide so the breeze can dry her cunt some. Donald laughs at her again and sitting beside her begins to scratch and rub her belly. “Does my puppy like that?” he asks her. Emma whimpers and barks to show how much she does. She would love if this scratching would move farther down her, but in this scenario, she knows he will not. He tickles her belly for a while as she squirms with delight. Then Donald changes to soft strokes down her, almost to her mons, and just a little up over her breasts. He does pinch at her clasped nipples, and she moans and sighs with enjoyment. Emma looks over, and now sees how hard and saluting Donald’s cock is and rolls over and getting on her knees, and keeping in character, she moves to his crotch and bumps her head against it over and over. And then she barks a couple of times. Donald understands, and this now is going further than he had imagined, in such a wonderful way. He lifts himself some and lowers his shorts to his knees. Emma is right on him. And as he sits and watches her first from his side, then moving between his widen legs, he moans with enrapture. Emma begins giving him wide tongue lips up and down his shaft and then over his balls. Lap, lap, lap. She has never done this to him this way before, and it is such a unique and arousing sensation. She keeps this up, pushing his legs apart with her head, and then pushing his calves up, so he is a bit raised. She<b> butts </font></b>him to lower to lay down, and then, with access now, licks his crack and asshole with the same wide tongue licking. Donald trembles from this attention. Emma is so immersed in the role, that everything she does sends waves of ecstasy over him. She continues back and forth this way, over his shaft, then balls, the crack, and hole for over fifteen minutes. Only then, with a whimper and bark from her, she takes all of his cock, fully enlarged, into her mouth and sucks him to climax. The memory of what she has just done and the feeling of her pressing him down in her throat takes Donald to a new high. As he shoots out his wad into her mouth, he finds himself barking and whining. Where is Emma taken them to now? After he comes so hard, Emma backs away, sits on her haunches and smiles at him. As he catches his breath from all of this, he just returns the grins. Now this whole time, Emma is feeling the vibrator up her ass and her tail flipping against her, making her more and more wet. Donald had it on low, so it was just a nice added pleasure. After sucking him so well, she laid beside him, her head on his thigh again, just licking and giving small bites to his thighs as she whimpered and whined. Donald reaches and fills her bowl and his glass with more wine and puts a dish of small bites of cheese and meats down for her, and a plate for himself. Emma crawls to her dishes and begins again to eat and lap up her drink. Donald’s view of her now is from the back, and her legs are spread enough that he can see the glistening wetness on her cunt as the tail swishes back and forth. He turns up the vibrator just a little and is pleased with the whines he hears coming from her as the tail flips a little faster too. Donald is so aroused by this site of his pet, that he finds himself already hardening again. The ability for him to get hard again after such a short period when he is with Emma is clinically interesting to him. He can not believe how easily she can get him in this state, and most often unaware of what she is doing to him. But as his cock stands for excitement again, he realizes how he wants to take his afternoon pet puppy, and getting on his knees, he now crawls up behind her, and his body over her back, arms on the ground, he mounts her from behind. Lifting the tail, a little but enjoy the flipping back and forth across her back and his stomach. Emma gasps as she feels him enter her doggy style and whimpers in enjoyment. Donald’ head and mouth so close to her ear now, growls lowly in her ear. She barks her understanding and excitement. It is a quick fuck, such that it is with any lustful beasts. Being so in the roles they have created it is how it should be. Both exploded with hard orgasms from the coupling, and Emma falls to the blanket, with Donald behind her, still inside. It takes more than ten minutes of them panting and gasping until their pulse rates slow enough to be functional again. Donald, on Emma’s back and again his mouth so close to her ear, whispers to her, “Emma, that was spectacular. You were an excellent pet for me today. Do you want this to end now, or would you like to continue to be my puppy until we get back to your room?” Donald asks her. Emma responds with just a low bark, which he understands she does want to continue this for just a little more. Donald has her sit on the grass as he packs up everything in the basket, and then leash in one hand and the basket in the other, he tells Emma that she does not have to heel on the way back. Emma barks with excitement and starts crawling ahead of him over the yard for the walk back to the house. Now, Karen and Julie, who did not know what today’s exercises were going to be, had seen Emma crawling beside Donald with her tail flapping and cute little ears on her head, when they went past hours ago. They checked to see from time to time if they were returning, and when they saw them coming over the lawn, they come out of their cottage to greet Donald and Emma. They were both so turned on at this role-play of Emma as a puppy. When Donald and Emma get close to the cottage, Karen and Julie greet them and comment about what a sweet puppy Donald now has. He does blush a little at the realization they have seen any of this. Well, just the walking by he realizes. They both pet Emma’s head and tells her what a cute doggy she is. For some reason, these complements and attention seem so right and arouses her a little. Julie asks if Emma could be off her leash to play fetch, and holds up a small soft ball, which Emma realizes she can take in her mouth to retrieve. Donald laughs and said if his puppy wants to. Emma barks in response. Donald takes her leash off, and Julie throws the ball, not that far away. Emma on her knees scurries to get it and, picking it up in her mouth proudly saunters back to drop it at Julie’s feet. Both Donald and Karen want a turn to do the same, so again the ball is thrown, Emma goes and brings it back to drop at whoever’s feet threw it. The three of them play this game with Emma for three more rounds, then Donald realizing Emma is getting tired from the running to and fro, said it is time for her to go in. It is now after three o’clock. When they get into the house, Donald, the leash on again, directs her to her bedroom. “Emma, I think we both need a short nap. Do you want to continue and sleep at my feet for our nap, or have you had enough?” Donald questions her. Bark, bark. So, Donald undoes the leash, undresses and climbs into the bed. “Puppies sleep at their master’s feet,” he tells Emma. She hops up at the end of the bed, circles around a few times before settling with her head on Donald’s feet to nap. She is rather tired, as is Donald, so they both fall into a deep sleep rather quickly. An hour or so later, both awake, and Donald has Emma first turn on her belly as he takes the tail and plug out. Then on her back to remove the clamps on her nipples and clit. She sighs with relief from all the removals. Her necklace back in place more or less, Donald takes out a new pearl, and they perform the ritual of adding this her thirty-fifth pearl to her necklace. |
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2/13/2019 2:13 am |
Keep writing, So exotic
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very hot...very nice
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