Dog Bitch To Gloryhole Hooker

My wife and I had reached a point in our relationship where we needed to find new sexual territory. We started to play around with domination fetish stuff. After a while we found that she really got off on humiliation and being degraded. So I started giving her orders to tell me her fantasies and she did her best to obey. At first it was all tame and some of it for my amusement (like kissing other girls, etc) but after a while she was texting me from her work in the middle of the day. I’d make her take selfies from the bathroom at her office and send them to me along with naughty fantasies. Then when she got home we’d role play some of her ideas. It was fun and I always encouraged her to go further.

She’d even started telling me really private fantasies that she’d never told a soul like fantasizing embarrassingly dirty and disgusting things to get off to. To my surprise, she admitted to having touched herself while thinking about a dog and she came. She was being as open and honest as possible with me at all times now.

I started denying her for long periods of time, and not permitting her to service herself. She was so horny and pent up, her pussy was aching to be touched. She was on fire! I usually enjoyed getting her really worked up so that when we finally fucked, she was all the more adventurous.

On Friday she came home and (as instructed) dressed in stockings, garters, bra and thong, high heels and nothing else. She pushed five vibrating silver bullets into her ass one by one and then plugged herself with a big thorny looking buttplug. Kept in place by the thong, she opened a bottle of wine and waited for me to come home.

When I arrived, she was already three sheets to the wind. She was soaking in her panties and creaming down her thighs. She was nervous, so we had a few more drinks while I teased her even more. The beads in her ass were working away and I was working two fingers in and out of her so she’d writhe and beg for release.

We played for a bit while she polished off the bottle. Then I had her go into the bathroom and take out the buttplug but leave in the vibrating bullets, remove her panties and then we’d leave for the night. I wanted her ass loose and sloppy by the time we left. When she was totally sauced, we got her raincoat and left for the car. We had planned to go check out this seedy little sex book store and then find a dark corner of the city to fuck in, like in our car at the back of an alley or something. We both wanted her drunk enough that she would be uninhibited and then forget it all. That way, I could embellish the story of it all when I told her and she wouldn’t know if it were all true. Of course I planned to make the evening something really special.

I found a special book store with live sex shows broadcast live on the Internet from the back room. I didn’t tell her until we pulled up out front, but she thought it was kinky. She tried to chicken out and offered to blow me in the car if we didn’t have to go inside, but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easy. She confessed that she was super horny and she’d do anything I wanted right now as long as I would fuck her. I told her I was glad she would do anything I wanted because right now I wanted her to go into the bookstore with me. Later she would be allowed to come.

We entered the front of the store and made our way past the racks of dusty prebagged magazines and cheap, plastic sex toys.

She giggled, still drunk. She whispered in my ear that she was running down her leg. I could hear the vibrating bullets buzzing inside her ass from a couple feet away in the quiet of the bookstore. I doubt anyone else would have known what it was and they would have had to strain to hear it, but I could see the effect they were having on my wife and how distracted she was getting.

She whispered in my ear, “I wanna fuck right now!”

I teased her a little, “Yeah? How bad?” I lifted the back of her coat and played with her clit.

She was having trouble concealing what was going on now. “Please! Let’s go somewhere and fuck!”

Instead, I told her to request a booth in the back. I knew she didn’t need to ask anyone, but the look on the clerk’s face was worth it. I told her to ask for the deluxe room specifically. She was embarrassed but if she knew what the deluxe room was for, she’d never have the nerve to ask for it. The clerk looked over at me not sure if she was joking, but once I gave him a smile and a nod he started to look at her differently.

He directed her to the back and watched her with a smirk as she teetered off. We found the back hall and made our way to the open door.

All of the rooms here looked through a one way mirror into a central room that was wired to record video of anything that happened within it’s mirrored walls. Every night there was a different theme. I made sure that we were here specifically for tonight.

In the center room was a chair and a big fucking dog.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the giant Mastiff in the adjacent room sitting next the empty chair obediently. I could see her mind racing to come up with any other scenario than the one in her head for what was meant to happen in the room. Then, her drunken realization that ours was the only room it connected to. “Oh my god! I’m not doing that! I couldn’t!” She didn’t stop staring at the big canine though…

I told her that I wasn’t going to make her do this.