Being owned – Part 2

I don’t know how long I knelt on that stone slab with the dog’s knot firmly inside me. What hurt more than the actual pain was the humiliation. He just stood there watching.

Finally I felt the dog pull away, his member and sperm leaving my cunt. Our owner just pointed and the dog jumped down. Without a word he left the room, the dog at his side, wagging his long tail. I was alone, the dog’s cum dripping from my stretched cunt.

Would there be more? Another dog? Would he fuck me? Do other things? It was hard to think clearly as the thoughts raced through my head. So many things I did not understand. The dog was trained. That seemed a fact. The man not showing any emotion at the sight another. So what had been the point?

I raised my head and looked around. No sign of surveillance. Just as I was trying to shift my legs to ease the pain in my knees the man came back. He was alone.

“No point in trying to free yourself.” I opened my mouth to protest, that I wasn’t doing such a thing, but I thought better of it and murmured “Yes, Sir.”

He smiled down on me. “You’ll only hurt yourself if you try.” I nodded. He was so close now, mustering me. Without warning his hand was between my legs, his fingers probing. I flinched, just couldn’t help it. With a soft laugh he withdrew and opened the cuffs. “Get up.”

Slowly I got up, stiff and sore. Feeling the dogs cum running down my leg I shuddered. All I wanted was a shower, a long hot shower. Maybe I would feel better afterwards. My legs trembled a bit as I got down from the pedestal. I looked at him and he nodded.

“Come on.”

I followed him back in the tunnel. Left again, not back to where we had come from. We passed two more doors on either side. I was wondering what would come next.

He stopped and opened a door. The room was small, white tiles on the walls and floor. A Shower, I realised with a sudden delight. Slowly I stepped inside, my bare feet making next to no sound. The sound of his shoes as he followed me echoed in the small room.

On the opposite wall was shower, a drain in the floor under it. “Clean yourself.” I nodded and looked around. No soap, no shampoo or anything, just a towel on a bar near the door.

“Eh,” even though there were no hidden corners I looked around again. “Could I use the toilet first?”

He chuckled. Even that sound echoed around the shower chamber. “You can piss in the shower, or squat down on the drain if you like.”

I took a deep breath, felt myself blush. No privacy. For fuck’s sake, he had just watched me getting humped by his dog, how embarrassing could peeing in front of him be after that?

Very, I realised as I turned the water on. He leaned against the door, watching again.

I reached out, felt the water on my hand. As the temperature was to my liking I took the shower-head down turned my back towards him and started to clean myself.