Every Dog Has Its Day

Chapter 1 “Hmm, now that I got you where I want you, whatever will I do?” “Maybe take off that dress and f**k me?” Tim suggested to the masked woman looking down at him as he lay naked on the bed. “Men!” she sighed, and gave her long blonde hair a dramatic toss. “No imagination at all. You can do better than that.” “I can’t do much of anything like this.” Tim tugged hard on his wrists, managing to lift them a couple of inches before the purple ropes stopped his progress. His ankles were also bound, and his leg jerked when she tickled the sole of his foot with her gloved fingers. “No excuse,” she chided. “Okay, how about we start with the mask, and let me see the rest of that gorgeous face?” “Better.” She giggled, and touched the black cat mask covering the upper half of her face. “That’s nicer than ‘let’s do it.’” “Do it?” Tim laughed. “I said fuck.” “But that’s a bad word.” “I’m a bad man,” he winked. “Now, how about you tell me your name?” “I told you, I’m Kitty.” “A very pretty kitty.” “Aww, aren’t you sweet?” She didn’t look sweet, Tim noted while his eyes raked up and down her body. To call her dress a mini would be giving it credit. Below the black tail sticking out of her backside, the cheeks of her ass were visible anytime she moved, and the top was transparent except for two strategically placed silver pawprints over her n*****s. The costume featured a pair of soft furry black gloves and matching knee-high boots with fur trim, and heels so high he was amazed she was able to walk: the hottest f**k-me boots he’d ever seen. Because of the mask, only her eyes and the lower part of her face was visible, but her deep red lips were full and inviting. b*****b lips if he’d ever seen them, and her eyes were a dazzling emerald green…so bright he assumed they were contacts, but damned sexy nonetheless. “Come taste me, and find out.” “Nope.” “Oh, come on.” He was frustrated now; he hadn’t come here to talk. “You’re not playing fair.” “That’s the point, Timmy.” She smiled, and her teeth were as perfect as the rest of her. “But tonight’s your lucky night.” “Why’s that?” He looked at his c**k, which at the moment was losing interest while she stood there in no hurry to do anything. “Because tonight I’m going to teach you some new tricks.” This was spoken in a seductive purr, and Tim wondered what her game was. From the time she’d approached him at the party, Kitty—the only name she would give—had alternated between coming on like a slut in heat to acting like a little girl. Not that there was anything wrong with either, but the back and forth was weird. Then again, what the f**k? She’d spent a half hour grinding on his c**k on the dance floor, and whispered things in his ear that would make a p**n star blush. Most of those things had revolved around having him tied down while she blew his mind, among other things. She’d told him she had a room at the small motel on the corner, and how about they have some fun? Tim was convinced she was a pro who’d shown up to work the party. Will usually had a few sent from one of the escort services as a little extra bonus. So Tim had decided since it was Halloween, why not a treat himself with a trick? They’d barely gotten into the room when she was pulling at his pirate costume. She’d unzipped him, and was stroking his c**k before he even had his shirt off. He’d tried to pull her dress down, and that was when she’d pointed to the bed with purple ropes, and told him to lay down and let her take control. Tim had figured control meant her on top, not a bunch of teasing. He was getting impatient, but forced a smile. “I don’t need any lessons.” “Not true, Timmy. All old dogs need to learn some new tricks.” The smile turned into a smirk, and the words were delivered in a nasty tone. Her eyes were unreadable, and again he figured they weren’t real. She’d had a lot to drink in the half-hour they’d played around at the club, and he wondered if she were drunk. He’d had more than a few, too, and he was tired of games. He gave up playing along. “How about you turn one of yours, and then you can teach me one?” “Tricks? You think I’m a w***e?” She sounded put off. “Come on, back at the party you came right up to me and pretty much said ‘let’s go.’ Then you asked if I wanted something special. Don’t worry, I’m not cheap. I’ll take care of you.” “I bet you will.” She grabbed his c**k, and gave it a squeeze that bordered on painful. “Don’t go by feel,” he winked. “Hop on and take it for a test drive.” “I think I will make good use of it.” She stroked him hard and fast, bringing him back to his full length. “Hmm, this is a very nice cock.” “I’ve never heard any complaints.” “Just like you know you’re an attractive man. You’re not conceited; you’re convinced, aren’t you, Timmy?” “If I was convincing, you’d be riding me right now.” “Smooth talker,” she smirked. “It’s all about the c**k, isn’t it? All you think about, all you think with. Typical guy. And here I thought you’d be more fun.” “I could say the same.” He rolled his eyes. “How about you untie me, and we play a new game?” “Not yet. I promised you a good time, and you know you can’t say no to a good f**k, now can you?” “Show me one, and we’ll see.” “Grabby little boy all dressed up like a man. Fine.” She released his c**k, grabbed the straps of her dress, and slid them down her shoulders. “We’ll just get right to it, how’s that?” “Sounds good to me.” Tim licked his lips when her t**s sprang into view. Even better than he had imagined: round, high, and firm, with perfect little pink n*****s that, despite her attitude, were hard. She shoved the dress past her hips and down her legs, exposing the fact she was naked beneath it. Her p***y winked out at him from between her well-toned thighs, and he thought of her taking a ride on his tongue before they f****d. She made no move to remove the mask, boots, or gloves, and he wasn’t complaining; it was a great kinky little extra. “Hey.” He watched her lift her arms over her head, posing for him. “How about you sit on my face before you hop on the main attraction?” “How about I just f**k you, and you stop pretending you give a s**t about what a woman wants?” He groaned when she cupped his balls in her hand, stroking him with the other. “Fine, I don’t care. Now come on, what’s your name?” “Kitty. p***y is all you understand, anyway,” she grunted, but lowered her head and teased the furry black ears of her mask around the tip of his c**k. “That’s a nice trick.” He relaxed now that she was finally getting down to it. Let her talk her weird s**t; all that mattered was her mouth would soon be too full to talk. As if reading his mind, she opened wide and breathed on him, causing his d**k to twitch in her gloved hand. “Don’t tease.” He strained against the bonds again. “Oh, what’s this?” She grabbed his left wrist, and pulled his hand up as far as the ropes allowed. “You’re married?” “You care?” “I guess if you don’t, I don’t.” She wagged her tongue provocatively over his yearning c**k. “Come on, please…” “I forgot something!” Kitty began to turn, but stopped. “Hmm, don’t want you losing interest.” She plucked something silver out from under the pillow, and put her hand around the base of his shaft. Tim felt cold metal against his flesh, and winced at the sound of a click and a sudden pressure. “What…?” “A c**k ring, so your favorite asset stays up for me.” “Oh, I have no problem keeping it up, baby, trust me.” He tried to keep his tone joking even though the ring was so tight it was causing a painful throbbing in the tip as the blood was forced through it. Was this one of those tricks pros used to make guys c*m harder? “I bet you don’t.” Kitty straightened and turned toward the nightstand, giving him time to check out her amazing ass. “Well, maybe not with your w****s. Bet you don’t get hard for your wife, do you?” “She isn’t into things like this.” “Of course not.” She shook her head, and reached into the drawer. “It’s always the wife. It can never be that you no longer interest her, or she doesn’t yearn for the three pumps that proceeds your obnoxious snoring.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Tim struggled against the ropes for real this time. Between her tone and the now-serious discomfort between his legs, he’d had enough. “Untie me, now.” “Sorry, I can’t do that,” Kitty said softly. “This will be messy enough as it is; can’t have you running around bleeding everywhere.” “W… Holy f**k!” Tim cried out at the sight of the long curved knife in her hand. “What’s the matter, Tim? You didn’t know that’s what people do to dogs, neuter them?” Tim strained against the ropes until his shoulders popped from the effort. “Take my money, all of it! I don’t care; I never saw your face! I don’t know who you are! I won’t tell…” His words trailed off into a pathetic whimper when she took his still-hard c**k in her hand, and pushed it back along his stomach. His body trembled at the feeling of the cold steel against his shaft, and he watched, eyes bulging, when she slid the curved tip of the blade beneath his balls. “See, this is why we needed the ring, silly,” she smiled. “You’d be all soft right now!” She laughed hysterically as if she’d said something funny. “You know, Sophia, this isn’t very fair.” The little girl voice was back. “Oh, for Christ’s sake! Why do you always have to try to be so nice?” That was spoken in her original voice, and a chill went down his spine: she was f*****g crazy. “He’s not a bad guy. I mean, boys have to do what they have to do, right?” the little girl voice asked. “Men are dogs! They break hearts and ruin lives; I’d think you would know that!” Her lip protruded into a trembling pout. “Yeah, they do hurt our feelings, don’t they?” “Yes, and we can’t have you hurt, now, can we, my sweet girl?” she purred and, releasing his c**k, stroked her cheek in a comforting gesture. “You’ll protect me?” She leaned her face into her hand, nuzzling into it. “Don’t I always save you from the mean men who hurt you?” “Yes, and I love you for it.” “And I love you. Now, back to this dog.” “He looks real scared.” She pouted again. “Hey, can we play the game, give him a chance?” “Put Good Kitty away, my love; it’s time for Bad Kitty to come out.” “One chance? Then I’ll be Bad Kitty for you!” She removed the knife from his balls, and he felt a glimmer of hope. “Do you deserve a chance, dog?” “Yes, please!” he begged. “Okay,” she nodded. “One chance, but it’s only for my sweet girl. I’m going to ask you a question, and if I think you answered honestly, I’ll leave you here tied up. I’ll be taking your wallet, so don’t talk to the cops, because I’ll know where to find you. Deal?” “Yes! I swear I won’t say anything!” “Okay.” He flinched when she grabbed his helplessly swollen c**k by the head, and held it straight up. Kitty tapped his wedding band with the tip of the knife. “Your wife’s name is Mary.” “How do you know that?” “Because I know you, dog, so be honest. How long have you been married?” “Ten years.” “Kids?” “Yes!” he lied, hoping to gain sympathy. “That’s a lie.” She slapped his turgid c**k, causing him to cry out in pain. “You have no children.” “I’m sorry!” “That had better be the last lie you tell. Now, Tim, is this the first time you’ve cheated on Mary?” “Y… No!” he groaned when she dug the tip of the knife into his finger, just under the ring. “Good answer.” She paused. “See, sweetie, I even gave him a second chance, just for you.” “Thank you!” she giggled. “Anything for my pretty kitty. Now back to Mr. Dog.” She held the knife in front of his face, and he shook his head, trying to clear the sweat from his eyes. “Tell me, do you love Mary, Tim?” “Y…yes.” “Really?” The childlike smile was back. “Really, with all your heart?” “Yes, more than anything!” “Yay!” she exclaimed. “Good answer!” “It is?” Oh, thank God. “Yeah! The best one, know why?” She flashed a huge childlike smile. He forced himself to smile back, and asked, “Why?” “Because…” Her lips twisted into a snarl. Drawing the blade back, she screamed, “You’re f*****g lying!” The knife descended. Amidst the spraying blood and screaming, she sighed dramatically. “They always lie, don’t they?” “Yes, my sweet little girl.” she answered, twirling the knife expertly in her hand while holding her dripping prize in the other. She spun the knife once more, lashing out in a backhand swing…but this time much higher, to cut off the sound of his pathetic screams. “They always do.”