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 Tops and Bottoms 3 by Foxbat (Fm Mf bdsm rough)
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   Tops and Bottoms 3 by Foxbat (Fm Mf bdsm rough)



   I recognized her first by the bite-marks across her tits.  She was on
her hands and knees, wearing some sort of latex suit that covered her
entire body except for her hair, her breasts, and a slit that opened to
expose her crotch.  So was I.

   * * *

   After serendipitously running into her daughter, I'd been putting
pressure on Mistress to make good on her promise to introduce me to the
wider "community." Her answer had been to take me to a bondage/fetish
conference in the next closest major city.  I would go as her "doggy" - for
which she bought me this ridiculous black latex get-up.  It had built in
knee pads, a hole for my equipment to remain accessible, and even came with
a black latex hood, leaving me limited vision and unlimited anonymity.  I
wore a collar, and a device called a humbler.  The humbler is basically a
short board, maybe 18 inches in length by one and a half inches wide by an
inch in thickness or so.  It was cut in half along the length axis, with a
hole cut such that each half had a semi-circular dip in it's surface that
when put together formed a full circle.

   Ballgagged, I kneeled on the floor when we got there, and Mistress held
my balls out behind me, fastening the two halves together so that my balls
went through the hole.  The board curved gently around the contours of my
ass, horizontal to the ground.  By keeping my balls stretched out behind
me, it prevented me from standing or even from straightening my legs.  Only
short shuffles on my hands and knees were possible.  And my balls were
nicely presented to the riding crop she kept with her.

   In this fashion I was introduced to various Doms and Subs, as Mistress
talked shop, and I tried not to drool.  I politely humped the legs of
various mistresses, and was made to smell the asses of other Owners' female
pets, exchanging furtive nose-pussy nuzzles for hot tongue on my distended
nutsack.

   It was after about half an hour that I saw her.  She was in a similar
outfit as me, but with plumage and a rubber horse bit-and-harness on her
head.  Standing over her was a strange looking dude with a red mohawk and
platform combat boots.  After our incident at the bar, Vicki and I met few
times, mostly late-night-post-bar rendezvous, every bit has hot as our
first.  The last time, I'd gone out on a limb and covered her body with
hickies and bite-marks, which I now saw tracing a trail away from her
nipple across the surface of her breast until they disappeared under the
latex.

   * * *

   Mistress eventually worked her way over to speak with her owner.  I was
allowed do to the usual sniff and poke, and after some meaningful eye
contact, I think she recognized me.  Not that she could really have
indicated.  So I did the next best thing and tried to mount her.  Climbing
on top of her, I held myself up with one hand, and used the other to guide
my raging erection in.  Because of the humbler, I could kneel behind her,
so much as I had to squat over her.  Her asshole offered me a more
convenient angle, so I took it.

   She arched her back, easing my access, as I pushed slowly in.  Our keeps
hadn't noticed anything amiss yet, and I was determined not to be denied. I
started working her hole like a jack-hammer, trying to get myself off as
fast as I possibly could.

   Finally they noticed.  I vaguely heard Mistress apologizing for her
randy dog and her owner for the sluttiness of his pony.  I felt the sting
of the riding crop on my abused nuts, but only distantly, as the warm tight
sensations were bringing me closer.  I shifted for better leverage.

   Next thing I know, she's rising up, ruining my angle.  I force her back
down, but I hear strangulation noises.  Looking up, I see Mistress hauling
on her daughter's reins.  "If she's going to enjoy being sodomized by my
doggie so much, she can at least eat my box," Mistress commented
sardonically, yanking on the leash and pressing her pussy into Vicki's
face. Seeing this was too much, and I felt my balls jerk against the
humbler as I poured my load into Vicki's asshole.  I dismounted and
protected my ass, worried that the dude might be looking to get in on the
action.  Mistress came a minute later, and, after a compliment to Mohawk on
the cunnilingus skills of his slave, we moved on.



   One part more in the works.

   -- Fox