There. its not much, but that's all I've got for now, so enjoy
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What I am about to tell you happened last summer, shortly after adopting Tira as our pet.
Typically, when an author begins his story, it is '' by a cold and gloomy night. ''
But not me. I try not to do the same others do.
It happened on a hot, humid summer evening. I thought that because the temperature was so heavy I would have to postpone the initiation of Tira until a cooler evening. Until the last minute, I thought that's what I was going to do, but Tira begged me not to further delay this important ceremony. So I decided to go ahead; I would have hated to disappoint both my future faithful dog Tira and my slave Sophitia who, following my instructions, had spent the day grooming Tira. Full shaving of her small body, shampooing to keep her long black hair shining and silky, brushing her teeth, manicuring her nails, etc.
Earlier in the week, I had been in a shop specializing in BDSM to purchase my new pet her own harness and a brand new collar. For Tira I decided to take a harness made with thin leather straps, tightly covering all her little body, as crotchless and cupless as Sophitia's harness. I chose a collar made of a wider piece of leather, tied by a big buckle, adorned with a large O-Ring.
I also bought a surprise for Sophitia, but for now, I will not speak of it. She herself did not know that I had something special for her until she was ordered to use it. I was sure she would still be happy.
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Just like the evening when Sophitia became my slave, I closed all the curtains of the apartment, turned off all electronic equipment and I unplugged the phone.
Sophitia waited for me in our bedroom, wearing her harness, holding Tira on a leash. As I ordered, Tira was totally naked and her hair was tied in twopigtails on top of her head. She was blindfolded and her head was trapped in a harness that held her gagball in her mouth. Tira was sitting at the feet of Sophitia, staying quiet.
Sophitia knelt before me and handed me the leash, Tira bowing her head down with humility and respect.
-It's up to you to take Tira in the dungeon for her initiation, Master.
Satisfied, I took the leash in my hand and I gave a light tug, meaning to the pitiful thing I had before me it was time for her to undertake the arduous path to her destiny. She understood immediately and began walking on all fours as always. To prevent her from banging her head against furnitures or a wall, I had to guide her, but we had no problem to get to the dungeon.
Instead of lighting candles and making the room too hot and suffocating, I decided to light small adjustable lighting lamps, to obtain a lower light, but similar to the candles.
Once we entered the dungeon, Sophitia closed the door behind us and turned on the ceiling fan while I took care to attach Tira on the rack, facing the wall. I took off her old collar and threw on to the ground; she would ever again wear it as long as she belonged to us. I then took off her head harness and gagball but when removing the ball from her mouth, she protested pitifully through gritted teeth. I gave her a slap behind the head and ordered her sternly:
-Gives The ball, little slut!
She obeyed, pouting. With her wrists and ankles bound to the rack, she was immobilized. Sophitia came to me with the nine tailed whip, then she knelt before me, head down.
-Undress Me, I ordered.
She obeyed immediately. She pulled off my clothes one by one and carefully folded them before placing each pieces on the shelf for this purpose. I already began to be hard, anticipating the excitement of what was about to happen.
Tira began to struggle, trying to break free, but taking the whip, I hit her twice on her ass cheeks to calm her. Tira moaned but did not cry.
-Master, What do you want to do that bitch for her initiation? Sophitia asked, after, she had taken her place, kneeling at my feet.
I pretended to think for a short time, already knowing what I wanted to do, deliberately causing anxiety Tira who, even if she wished fervently to be my pet, seemed to fear what awaited.
-Drag your nails on her neck, her shoulders and her back, I ordered to Sophitia. Claw her-just enough for her to show the marks of your nails.
Sophitia approached and began to drag her nails, pressing them on the soft skin of Tira whose body stiffened as soon as the contact was felt. The caresses of Sophitia covered Tira's body with goosebumps. The little slut clenched her fists, breathing heavily. She was not hurt; she seemed to rather like that.
I lit a white candle and I let the flame melt the wax. As Sophitia before her, Tira would know the first purofying torture: candle wax.
With an imperative gesture to Sophitia, I ordered my slave to step aside, which she did, and then I approached Tira. As soon as the first drops of hot wax fell on her shoulders, Tira gasped. I gave her no rest. I was pouring a generous amounts of wax in the middle of her back. A long drip of wax slowly descended down her spine, from the base of her neck to the top of her waist. Tira gave a little whiny moan, clenching teeth, but she said nothing. I held the candle to Sophitia who took it and she poured wax on Tira's small body.
Our pet lamented increasingly, her voice rising in acute with each new pouring of hot wax, her hands grasping firmly on the boards of the rack.
I took the whip and while Sophitia continued to wax Tira, I began to whip. The whip cracked stiffly her ass. Tira uttered little surprised whimpers, not expecting to receive two purifying punishments simultaneously, but she never not evoked the code red: she was going to show us that she was able to take all and much more if needed.
-More, Master, please ! she begged between two hits, throwing her head backwards.
While Sophitia was busy covering every inches of skin on Tira's body, I lashed Tira relentlessly: from her legs to the top of her back, insisting on her ass. Her body began to keep the marks of the lashes; so I decided it was time for her to get fucked in all holes.
But first she would have to learn to suck...
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