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Vices - 12/7/2012 8:45:14 PM

CharmingKitty

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Hello guys, First time writing a bdsm type of story. Feedback would be appreciated.

Ch1. Welcome Home

Each gasp of the crisp evening air caused Puppy's lungs to burn in her chest. Struggling to catch her breath she hardly noticed the strands of mahogany hair that clung to her wet lips, focused more on the hotness in her cheeks. With an elegant bow of her head she produced a decidedly less elegant series of hacking coughs into the crook of her arm.

"Shit," She sputtered to herself in between coughing fits. "I'm really out of shape."

The well bundled young woman wiped her mouth on her sleeve. With regained composure she faced her final foe. In front of Puppy was The Hill to the apartment. Yes, 'The Hill'. She shifted uneasily on her sore heeled feet. Puppy and The Hill were uneasy partners at the best of times, but the weight of the shopping bags she carried today made her feet ache with an unusual intensity. She truly wish there were time to pause and complain. Science would surly be interested in a hill that had the tendency of increasing its angle of incline based on how late you were but at this moment it appeared to be about 90%.

I'm not going to make it. I hate this hill why do I even live on top of it? She thought to herself. As she willed her body forward she glanced over she shoulder and sighed. It's a beautiful fucking view that's why.

That's a view you need to work for. In an uncharacteristic show of physical prowess the pup pushed herself to scamper up the hill with some degree of speed. Each small hop between patches of ice carefully navigated.
By the time Puppy got inside the apartment her body was wet with perspiration. Dropping her bags to the ground she hurriedly loosened the many loops on her high heeled boots. She might make it, her mind raced. Kicking off her shoes she started down the hall stripping off her clothing as she went. She just might make it.

At that thought she heard the doorknob turn and click. The door opened and tall man with short white hair entered the room. Puppy froze, Master was home.

Ch.2 Puppy's Vice

Master surveyed the scene as it appeared in front of him, like a still from a sitcom. Bags cluttered the hall and articles of clothing were strewn about. Halfway to the bedroom Pup was bent over, frozen, pants around her ankles. It took him only a few strides to reach his dog, which remained still as a statue. He evaluated her exposed dewy back for a moment before a stern look suddenly came over him.

"Sit, Bitch." Commanded Master, there was a sharpness in his voice that made Puppy wince.

Without hesitation Puppy released her pants and dropped to the ground, eyes trained in front of her. Although her thighs wavered she maintained balance on her tender toes. Her manicured hands were clasped lightly and rested atop her small breasts which she proudly jutted outward. It was a perfect example of the posture Master expected of his pet when he said "sit" but her attire was far from protocol. Auburn hair tangled and askew, Puppy still had her bra on as she squatted in the legs of her pants. This was far from fully naked.
The Master gently put his hand on his dog's forehead and firmly petted over her hairline, tilting her head upward so she could meet his gaze. With a little force the hair came loose and Puppy's wig fell to the ground. The skin of her scalp was smooth and pale, and there was a slight dampness caused by her recent exertion. Half moon eyebrows framed sparkling green eyes. She had the look of a pet deviously aware of the naughtiness it had been partaking in.
Master continued rubbing his hand over the delicate skin of his pup, letting his fingertips trail down the smooth nape of her neck and along her spine. He scowled as the sensation was interrupted by a bra strap.

"You aren't ready." Master muttered, breaking their stare in order to render his slave fully naked. "Did you just arrive?"

Master's voice was icy as his look. Under his scrutiny the corner of Puppy's mouth wiggled as she tried to hold back awkward smirk.

"Yes, Master." Her voice wobbled a little more than her thighs. "I just got in."
"You were in a rush? You are sweating like a disgusting pig." Master wiped his hand on his pants with exaggeration as he glared down at his dog.

Master had been particularly on edge these days. As per Puppy's request Master had been toying with the idea of quitting smoking. With each day of abstinence Master's usual calm demeanor showed cracks of annoyance. Indeed he was becoming increasingly focused on protocol, and infringements that would have been previously overlooked were increasingly being met with a correction. Sometimes this was a swift correction, sometimes a painfully slow one. The pup found it increasingly hard to retain its deep down feline traits, a Cheshire was grin lurked just below the surface. She wondered whether or not her next words would impact which category her imminent punishment would fall under.

"What were you doing?" Master took Puppy by the chin. Peering down at her his eyes had the appearance inlaid black pearls. He looked at her dully, seemingly staring past her. With his stoic, dedicated pose she felt as though she were prostrating herself at the feet of a carved religious figure. "You didn't have many chores today."

Puppy resisted the urge to point out that lately her workload had been steadily increasing. She knew that wasn't why she was late and she already didn't like where this was going. Besides, she had long found it impossible to lie in the presence of this wooden idol.

"I..." The Cheshire began to emerge. "I was at the internet cafe Master."

Ch.3 Shaming the Pet

Puppy was happy the force of slap that landed on her cheek was enough to snap he head to the side. It gave her a moment to reign in the smile that had briefly bloomed. A flush came over her body. Master's hand mark was lost in her bright cheeks, already red and stinging from the still lingering cold.

"What was our agreement?" Master said, this time roughly grabbing Puppy by the jaw and brought his face close to hers. his speech became slow and deliberate. Now it was the moisture welling up in her eyes that made them sparkle. Master tightened his grip to keep Puppy's head from moving.

"That if I don't go to the internet cafe then you won't..." Before she could finish her sentence a volley of open handed smacks was unleashed on her face.

"Then I won't smoke" Master finished for her, each word punctuated with a firm smack. Puppy's left cheek shone with more intensity. Grabbing her face firmly in his other hand Master repeated the procedure, evening the punishment of his slave's face. Blood rushed to the surface of the fine flesh of her cheek, the flame in her face now obviously from fighting pain and embarrassment than the cold. Dutifully Puppy kept her hands clenched over her breasts, though now her long nails dug into her palms.

"You haven't been very fair have you, Slut?" Master questioned.

"No I have not." Puppy whimpered. She could guess what was going to happen next.

Without another word Master disappeared behind her, his footsteps trailed off and she could hear rummaging. With him gone the trembling in her legs became more apparent. Her feet had begun to throb with a low dull pain and the open legged stance was difficult to maintain. Puppy had hardly had a chance to be flat footed today and her legs pleaded with her to stretch them out. She didn't have much time to listen to their cries as she heard Master's footsteps reproach. Any hope of quick relief she had was soon extinguished as she felt Master place binders on both her thighs. She would be required to "sit" through this punishment.
In an effort not to stir up more troubles Puppy was trying her best to remember her training. Like a good dog she resisted the longing to confirm her fears and kept her eyes straight ahead. She accepted that what Master had behind her could be anything. That acceptance was soon tested when the world suddenly went black. Puppy could not help but yelp in surprise. This briefly rewarded her with regained sight but earned her a hard smack on the rump.

"Did I say speak, Bitch?" Master's voice was steady once more as he pulled the blindfold tightly at the back of his pup's head before tying it in a knot.

"No, Master" Puppy puffed her chest back out, trying her best to focus on maintaining "sit" and not on what was to come.

She could feel the hook slide in her nose and did not fight when it began to tug her head back. With her head tilted so far back it was difficult to keep her jaws closed the unmistakable heaviness of her choke collar locked the hook in place. The now pig nosed pug sacrificed her dignity for comfort and opened her mouth wide. This proved to be both humiliating and only slightly more comfortable, but she knew this position no doubt pleased her Master most.

"You know, it's uncanny sometimes when we have the same idea" There was a distinct hint of mirth in Master's voice now. Puppy knew why as soon as she felt her final piece of attire for the evening. Cold metal entered either side of her mouth and stretched her already gaping hole. Master stepped back and enjoyed his handiwork. With her nose snubbed and her mouth pulled wide she really did resemble a pug dog, he thought amused. He allowed for a small chuckle despite being very cross at his dog.
Knowing that her humiliation pleased Master in even in some small way was enough to be intoxicating to Puppy. The throbbing pains in her legs and cheeks alternated with the throbbing in her clit. Her ears and bottom perked upon hearing her Master's laugh, Puppy was reaffirmed that it was possible to make up for mistakes. She ached to be touched

"Look at you, you little Slut" She could feel Master's hot breath near her crotch. Puppy trembled with excitement imagining how Master must be inspecting her."In this position and you still are dripping wet. How frustrating it is to punish an insufferable whore such as yourself. I think you know what I have to do to make my point."
Puppy tried to respond with a "Yes Master" but in her get-up it came out unrecognizable. Trying to stifle another laugh Master carried his dripping furniture to the living room.

Ch. 4 Master's Vice

*I will write this if some people read this, it's already kinda long so I want to post it*

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RE: Vices - 12/8/2012 1:13:07 AM

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*Please note I meant to say "patio" instead of "living room" in the original post*

The tv was blaring some sort of game show. It sounded funny, but without the visual and from a distance away it was too hard for Puppy to follow. Especially considering she had to be wary of when the next hot ember would come crashing onto her outstretched tongue. The bound and hooked slut was in front of Master who was relaxing on the patio furniture. Puppy's nipples were erect and the skin of her areola was tightly puckered. Although being used as an ashtray was high on the pup's list of most hated punishments, the brief heat in her mouth was nothing compared to to the chill out on the open patio. Her arousal worked against her as her wet labia were instantly targeted by the cold.
Master took a slow drag on his cigarette. It would only take a few minutes to complete her punishment but he could tell by the quivering of the small dog in front of him that it was a as if an eternity was ticking away.

"So tell me then, Bitch, were you going to tell me you were bad today?" Puppy could not see but Master was smiling as he exhaled. It was hard to stay mad at a fine piece of furniture, especially one failing so adorably to hid her misery. A strand of ash flecked saliva hung treacherously from her chin, her tightly pulled cheeks kept her mouth watering. The space between her breasts was flecked with black. The cold wet thread of spit bobbed as Puppy struggled to create a nodding motion in response to her Master's question. The hooks penetrating her nostrils and mouth all but completely limited her head movement. With all holes open and exposed to the elements the cold reached her core. The smell of smoke seemed to get more intense and fade. Her body would become ridged whenever she had an inkling the cigarette was near. "You expect me to believe a sneaky pig?"

The slave moaned apologetically, keeping her shoulders straight. She knew that was a question she didn't want to make the mistake of answering. Instead she steadied her panting tongue, doing her best to give the appearance of an appliance ready for use. When a few seconds ticked by and the dreaded flick did not come Puppy's mind wandered a bit.

It's true he won't be able to trust me now that I've been caught red handed going back on our agreement. She lamented. But though hidden in her wallet an internet cafe membership care help proof of her indiscretions, Master's were in the open. She had sniffed at his jacket just the other night when he returned home from the bar. She had barked and scratched at his leg to show her disapproval at picking up that signature scent. In fact, her mind drifted further, hadn't that smell... Her train of thought was interrupted with a sudden presence bouncing off her tongue. She swayed her head back and forth to cover the ember with saliva. A strange high sound escaped the "ashtray" as she felt a cool gooey dripping from her chin down to her stomach. Puppy let out a sigh. Saliva ran between her legs following the curve of her outer labia. The frigid line drove her crazy as it bypassed her engorged clitoris and continued onward to mix with the wetness coming from between her inner lips. She was cold, sexually frustrated, and had a bad taste in her mouth. Yet she was helpless to do anything but try and hold back her sniveling, quite the task without the ability to close her mouth.
Her body no longer tensed as she felt smoke waft about her face. Puppy had utterly surrendered to the fate she had created for herself.

"Will you ever go back on a promise?" The question was met with the wiggling negative response. Smiling Master took a final drag. He leaned forward and pressed his cigarette butt quickly and firmly against Puppy's slick pink tongue. "That's what I thought. Now let's get you cleaned up."

Ch. 5 Clean Up

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