Stephanie – Just When Things Turned Around Pt. 2

IAs I walked up to the manor, last night kept playing through my mind. I just wanted to meet the dog, and so I let myself into the kennel. Then before I knew it, he had knocked me down, and was sniffing me. Then he ripped my panties and started licking my pussy, driving me to orgasm against my will. When I thought he was done, he jumped on my back and raped me. But, the worst part of it was when I let myself go, and started to enjoy it.

I woke up this morning and found this note and the collar from Bob. The note said to put on the collar and go see him, or else I’d be fired. I didn’t know what to expect, but I was scared. I’m sure he knew about last night. I wasn’t sure how, but he knew, and he had me over a barrel. I walked in the front door, and was met by Liz.

“Stephanie, Bob is waiting for you. Please follow me, and I will take you to his office.”

I followed her through the manor, completely in awe at the expansive building. It almost overwhelmed the dread I had of going to see Bob. She led me to a room with double doors, and opened one, and gestured for me enter. I took a deep breath, swallowed nervously, and stepped inside. The door latched behind me, and I was alone with Bob in his office.

“Ah, Stephanie,” Bob said, smiling gently. Come on over, and have a seat.”

He gestures to a leather sofa to the side of his desk. I walked over and sat down, my hands folded on my lap.

“So, last night…”

“Bob, I can explain.”

“No need. I have it all on camera. You see, each dog is pedigreed, and is worth about three grand. Eight dogs, three grand each, that is a sizable investment. So each kennel has its own camera, as well as a camera at each end of the walk way.”

He picked up a remote, and pointed it at a tv across the office, and turned it on. There I was, glass of wine in hand, in my t shirt and panties, walking down the corridor, meeting each of the dogs. Then I walked into the kennel.

The camera showed everything that happened, and Bob made me sit and watch as the dog sniffed at me, then knocked me down. Bob paused the tape.

“Now, what happens for the next 12 minutes or so, is obviously against your will. I won’t delude myself into thinking you wanted it. But let me fast forward, to about here, and let’s turn the volume up, shall we?”

He advanced the security tape and started playing it with the volume up. And there I was in high def, clearly thrusting back against the dog’s thrusts, moaning like a porn star.

“Clearly, you had a change. You obviously decided you liked it at the end.”

“I…I…I don’t know what happened,” I stammered. “I was terrified, but something in me tripped, and suddenly, I…I…just wanted to cum.”

“So, you admit that you became aware of your arousal?”

“Yes.”

“Now, answer honestly. What did watching the tape do for you?”

“I’m not sure. I’m embarrassed, but seeing myself like that…” I trailed off.

“Was exciting?” Bob offered.

“Um, yeah, I don’t know,” I answered, shaking. I just knew it was about to get bad. “I don’t know why, but seeing myself not being able to have control, it was turning me on.”

Bob looked at me, and flatly said, “Take off you clothes.”

“Wha-” and I was cut off with a sharp smack to my face.

“This is the last time I’m telling you. Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

He was glaring at me, and I had no choice. I stood up and started removing my clothes. I pulled my polo over my head, and reached behind me and unclasped my bra, and pulled it off, freeing my C cups. I kicked off my shoes, and started to remove my khakis. After I was down to my thong, Bob stopped me.

“That’s good enough. Sit back down and spread your legs.”

I did as I was ordered, and Bob got on his knees I front of me.

“My, my. It looks like my new kennel bitch is turned on. Your panties are getting quite wet,” he said with a smirk. “Go ahead, take them off and let me see that your bitch cunt.”

I had never been so humiliated, or turned on. Sure my boyfriend liked to talk dirty in bed, but he was never this demanding or controlling. And against all my good reasoning, it was only making me hotter. I pulled my little thing off, and showed Bob what he was wanting to see. He was quite taken with my pussy, and started rubbing my lips, and running his thumb through the little landing strip above my slit.

“Your pussy seems to be in good shape after that little fuck session with my dog last night,” he mused. He inserted two fingers in my wet tunnel, and began to roughly finger fuck me. “And you are still tight! Your pussy is going to make me a fortune.”

What was happening to me? I was writhing with pleasure on the couch as he finger fucked my cunt, using me as a fuck toy. He then pulled his fingers out of my pussy, and started toying with my puckered anal ring.