Soon, she was stuffing her wet, used panties into his pockets with notes that instructed him to worship, masturbate with (Sometimes not even to climax, but just to the edge), then return them, cleaned efficiently with the use of his tongue only. She’d inspect them, one at a time, as he was on his knees in her dorm room waiting for her approval.
Tyler was allowed to lick more, that night. For the first time, he was allowed to worship her glorious pussy – the one he had dreamed about, pleasured himself thinking about. Her tightly trimmed, perfectly groomed, sweetly scented pussy.
His nose, buried between her legs. First, she made him lick and worship her asshole while she talked to her best friend on the phone, recounting the details of her “date” with the man she had gone out with while Tyler was home in the dog collar and leash.
Tyler tried to keep his mind on the task at hand – getting his tongue deep into her ass just the way she liked (and demanded) it, but he couldn’t help but hear.
“Oh, Leslie, his dick was HUGE,” she giggled. “I’m going to be walking funny for a week! He fucked me for like…for an HOUR, nonstop, I swear.” She moaned, recounting the details. This is when she rolled over and pointed between her legs, signaling that the slave dog could begin to worship her awesome pussy. He felt he’d died and gone to heaven.
“He came inside me twice,” Bree told Leslie, as if on cue, as Tyler began the task of worshipping her pussy. Yes, he knew what this meant, and faintly, no, distinctly, he could recall the scent and taste of semen. Another man’s. He gagged, but he kept licking – after all, this was the first time and maybe the last, if he did not make a good impression.
“He came so hard,” Bree cooed. Now, Tyler could see her playing with her nipples through the sheer material of the babydoll nightie she was in. His mind was playing tricks on him. Because he could see her, see how absolutely gorgeous she was, he was dying that he was so close to her and worshipping her hot pussy.
But at the same time, he was disgusted, because now and then he’d taste a tongue full of what could be nothing other than a load of cum – another man’s cum. And he was still staying rock hard, so hard that he wanted to reach down and start jerking off, but he knew he could not. She had revoked any stroking privileges long, long ago.
Bree took her time on the call, describing to her girlfriend every last detail of the man she had been on a date on. Including what his cock looks and felt like, and then comparing it to Tyler’s (her girlfriend had no idea he was there.).
“Oh yeah, Tyler’s got a small one,” Bree giggle. Indeed, she made him strip down quite often in front of her while she remained fully clothed around the dorm room, this was a regular thing. So even though they never had sex, she was fully aware of the size of his erection.
“Tyler’s got a curse or something, who knew a guy so hot and built could have such a tiny wiener,” Bree scoffed, sounding like a teenager. “It’s ok though he makes up for it in other ways,” she continued.
Somehow, Tyler felt redeemed. If only for a moment.
“He makes up for it with his cleaning abilities!”
Ironically, he was swallowing what felt like a suspicious glob of something as he heard her say that. He felt her hand in his hair, her hips pumped toward his face for just a moment as she moaned a little. “He’s a good little cleaner-upper, that’s for sure.”
**
It was only a matter of a few days before Tyler was regularly either naked in the dog collar and leash (as she studied fully clothed) cleaning her dorm, or diligently cleaning her out after a hot night on the town with any number of her male suitors.
It disgusted him, but he couldn’t stop himself. He couldn’t stop because she was so affectionate and sweet, even while being mean to him, although it made no sense. Plus she was an absolute Goddess to him – she was so beautiful, her body was immaculate and perfect, and because she only let him touch or worship her a little at a time.
In fact, her treatment of him seemed to be more addictive than ever, probably because of how clear it was that she got off on it.
Bree often masturbated in front of him, telling him what a good, naked puppy he was, making him perform tricks for her amusement as she brought herself to orgasm with a vibrator under her skirt as he had a nice view of her thigh high stockings and garters.
She allowed him to lick the toys clean, sometimes, while stroking his hair and moaning contently, reminding him that he would never, ever sleep with another woman, desire another woman or fantasize about another woman.
Soon, she was stuffing her wet, used panties into his pockets with notes that instructed him to worship, masturbate with (Sometimes not even to climax, but just to the edge), then returns them, cleaned efficiently with the use of his tongue only. She’d inspect them, one at a time, as he was on his knees in her dorm room waiting for her approval.
He was also wearing panties – nearly every day, as a reminder and a distraction. At first, he protested, but she got so turned on when she put the first pair on him, he was, once again, exhilarated by the humiliation. Of all things!
She straddled his lap and whispered excitedly in his ear about how good the bulge in the panties felt, how she could cum just from rubbing up and down on it and feeling the soft, satin material against her pussy. She told him it was like fucking a girl but with a cock, and then she went into graphic detail about her bisexual fantasies and soon was rocking in orgasm, playing with her own nipples, all while straddling his lap and basically humping the bulge in the panties.
When she dismounted him, hair disheveled, out of breath, still stunning in her disarray, she put a painted fingernail to her lips for a moment as she evaluated the bulge and wet spot in the red panties he was wearing.
Tyler, too, was out of breath and uncomfortable, his raging hard-on and aching balls a constant distraction.
“Take off the panties, dog boy,” she ordered, “And lick out the cum. I see there’s a big wet spot!”
(Psst- Tyler licked these)
Disgusted, he obeyed. In fact, he obeyed so quickly, it almost seemed like there was a dissatisfied pout from her. It would seem, Tyler deduced quickly, that Bree was getting bored of him!
It wasn’t a surprise, he reckoned, as he lapped eagerly at the crotch of the panties. He had gone from hesitant, humiliated and embarrassed jock to pussywhipped and pathetic in a matter of a few weeks. He was disgusted with himself, it was no wonder she only allowed real men to fuck her. He was absolutely no challenge to her.
He was feeling sorry for himself as he licked out the red panties when she apparently got bored and walked out of the room. He watched her tight ass in the short-shorts sashay out of view and then heard her shut her bathroom door and turn on music.
She was probably playing with her makeup, doing her hair or taking a bath. All which sometimes took an hour or more.
He remained on his knees, licking the panties.
