Empty Nest: Chapter 146 (Patreon)

With an almost childlike glee I chew my bone then pick it up in my mouth to trot proudly around with it. I toss it myself with a flick of my head and go bounding after it growling and yipping. The whole time Domina watches in fascination.

A few minutes Roger enters the dungeon carrying a large pillowy doggy bed, clearly meant for one of the big breeds, and a bag of the other items his Mistress had requested. He looked out of place in his regular clothes but his calm expression and gait exuded a judgment free energy of belonging. Elliot might have been freaked out by another man suddenly appearing in such a vulnerable moment. But he wasn’t just any man. He was Domina’s slave, he was easy-going Roger, he understood the sacred discretion of the dungeon and, as Buster, he was a new friend!

“Yip!” Padded hands thump across the floor as I go scampering over to greet him. “Ruff!”

The older man smiles down at me, noting my puppy ears and wagging tongue. “Hey there, buddy.”

“His name is Buster.”

“Hey Buster.” He ruffles my hair and earns a cut yip for his efforts. He chuckles and looks to his Mistress. “Pet play!? A pup? I thought you hated pet play.”

“For you, I do.” She says, strolling up to take the bag from him. “It’s not for you. It is for him. Elliot turned out to be…softer than I expected.”

“And you adapted.” Roger’s already kindly voice warm. “Mistress…”

“Stop!” She raises a hand. “Take your sappy sentimentality and shoo.”

With a wide smile he bows. “Yes, Mistress.” As he leaves the room he shoots me a wink. “Have fun, Buster.”

“Ruff!” I scurry along at his side toward the door until Domina’s whistle calls me back again. “Ruff, ruff!”

“Heel!”

“Rmmm.” I grumble as I come along beside her. As she moves I follow, glancing up every few steps seeking pets and approval.

Domina walks with barely a look down to me and leads me back to the section of wall with the puppy gear. “Sit. Very good. You’ll have your tail and collar in no time at this rate.”

“Rrrrrruff!”

“Alright, Buster.” She turns to face me, her long cock swaying mere inches from my wide-eyed upturned face. “We’re all having fun here but it’s time to deepen the experience.” Grabbing the base of her cock she steadies it and points it straight at me. “Ready for a bone of another sort, pup?”

A stare down the barrel of her long gun and slowly open my mouth. “Rmmm.” I whimper as she slides her knob through my lips. Sitting on my haunches, paws down in front of me and my chest thrust forward I begin to lick and suck at Domina’s big cock. “Mmm! Mmmmm. Rfff!”

“Mmmm.” She sighs as her hands take a dominant grip of my head. “That’s it, pup. Suck that honey. Every drop. Swallow it down.”

“Mmmm….mmmm…mmmm.” My coos get softer yet hungrier as my head bobs forward and back on Domina’s long, beautiful bone. “Mmmmm.” Before long I can feel the warmth of her honey spreading down my limbs and creeping up the folds and crevices of my mind. Rebecca’s was not Heather’s, but it was more potent than the others. And the way those eyes delved into mine…she was somehow heightening it. Ohhhhhh. As that incredible, gentle honey bliss takes me I find a new peace with the role I had inhabited. Until now Buster had been silly, kinky fun. But with Rebecca’s honey now flowing over my psyche I found the identity consuming me. As Domina stares down into my eyes and pets my fur behind my ears those thoughts and worries of Elliot’s that had been silence…evaporate entirely. No more talking…no more annoying decisions…no responsibilities…no more standing, the carpet felt so nice on me knees now….no more…no more… “Mmmmmmmm!”

“That’s it. Good boy. Good Buster. Deeper. Deeper. There you are. Let go. There yoooou arrrre. I see you, Buster.” She croons, her dark eyes reflecting back to me the dog I’d become happily sucking on its bone. “Such a pretty puppy for your Domina.”

“Mmmmm!” I hum, my body relaxing as my cheeks puff and hollow in my quickening sucks. Pretty! Pretty puppy. That’s me! “Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm!”

“Okay. That’s enough for now.” Her long, veiny dick slides from my lips until it springs free. “Speak.”

“Ruff!” My bark, coming up from deeper down my throat, had lost its human tone to become more natural and bestial. Felt so good…so right. “Rff!”

“What is your name? Tell me your name.”

“Ruff! Brk! Rff!” I snort and slurp the air. “Ruff!”

“That’s right, it’s Buster!”

Buster! That means me! “RUFF!”

“Good boy.” She pats my head. YES! “Stay.”

As I slurp my wet lips she begins to move about the room. She lays out my doggy bed beside a grand throne of red leather and black, carved wood. To the other side she puts out a pair of bowls. In one she breaks up some of the biscotti cookies and pours the pieces in like kibble. For the other she opens a bottle of water and pours it in. “Mmm.” I whimper, pawing the ground as my mouth waters at the sight of my kibble. Kibble looked so yummy. Could smell. Sweet. Crunchy. “Ruff!”

“No! You stay!”

“RUFF!” My insolent bark fills the room. Wanted the food! “BARK!”

“Bad dog!” She takes out a rolled up newspaper and waves it my way.

BAD!? NO! NO!!!

“Hmmmmm!” I whimper and shrink and lick my lips as I shift and shuffle in place. Food! Yummy! Crunch it and munch it and gobble it all up. Almost as much as good as Domina’s bone. Had to stay. No bad. “Mmmm.”

“Stayyyy.” She says. I bow my head and pout. I stay. Good puppy. Good doggy. Good Buster. Slowly the dreaded newspaper lowers again and she sets it on the edge of the seat of her throne. “You stay, Buster.”

Striding back my way, her gait relaxed and powerful, Domina walks past me to the wall. My eyes locked on her towering form my head follows as she passes me. Mmm. Smells good. From the wall she takes a collar, a leash and the long fluffy doggy tail along with a tube of lubri…lub…stuff. Tail. My tail. My tail! “Rff.”

“Soon, Buster.”

Buster. Me! “Ruff!” Hard to stay still. Wanna run. Play. Crunch. But…Stay. Must Stay. No bad. Am I doing it right? Why isn’t she looking? Am I bad? Why isn’t she looking? “Ruff!”

“Come along. At my heel.” Heel. Follow. Yes! I trot along beside and behind Domina as she leads me back toward her person chair. I stare up at her as we go. Just look down. Please! I’m right here, Domina! See me! Just one look. I’m good! See how good I am. I whimper. “Shhh!”

“Mmm!” Ooo! Bowls! Getting closer. Crunchies. Nummies! So close. I gaze up at Domina, eyes wide as I beg. “Mmmmm!” Look at me! Look at me! Oh, please look at me! Am I a good boy? Am I a good boy? “Mmmmmm!”

Calmly she sits and lays my tail and leash across her lap as she takes her seat upon her throne.

I nuzzle her hand. I slurp. Tastes good. She looked at me! JOY! “Ruff! Ruff, ruff!” I hop and lick her again harder. “Ruff!” A smile! “RUFF!”

“Easy, Buster. Easy there, boy.” She scratches my chin. “You are such a good boy, aren’t you?”

“Mmmm! Ruff, ruff! Bark!” I slurp her knee and rub my muzzle against it. I gaze up at her. My whole world. My Domina.

“Come on, then.” She slaps her lap. “Up you come.”

YES! LAP! I hop up onto Domina’s lap and start wiggling and rubbing against her. She takes my weight with no protest, pulling me tight against her body as I find settle down over her lap, her big penis pressing against my small one. “Ruff!” I hump against her, just once.

“Ha ha ha! Easy now. None of that now. Shhhh. Good boy.”

“Mmmmm!” Pets. Hugs. Cuddles. I’m a good boy! I lean my weight into her and rub my head against her shoulder. Attention. I bask in it.

“Okay, you charming pooch. You’ve earned your tail.” She pats my bottom. “Bum up.”