Page 43 of The Secret Club
I’m wet from the bath water and slick with arousal, Freddie slides inside of me and I gasp as my body accommodates the size of him. I know he’s not all the way in as I feel him slide out slightly as he readjusts his position behind me before slamming in with the full force of his body, his groans are loud in my ears as his body curves around mine. This man is all muscle, and I feel tiny being encased by him. He begins to rut in and out from behind me, his chest pressed tight against my back, holding me in place—one hand on my hip and the other curved around my breasts as if he’s trying to absorb me into his body by osmosis.
I let out small whimpers because I can’t hold them in. His hips pistoning his cock in and out of me. Pleasure is building inside me and he can feel it, I lower my head momentarily back to fit in the side of his neck. At that moment he slows and moves his hand from holding my chest upright to lower past my belly button, past my mound until he strums once over my clit with his thumb and my body jerks with pleasure. He does it again and again stroking with powerful strokes until a climax rips through my body and I scream out in a howl of euphoria, my head falling forward as my body becomes jelly. He moves that hand back up to my chest to hold me in place and drives into me, his orgasm peaking mere seconds after mine. “Roxy!” he cries out and stills, holding his huge cock deep inside me as it pulses and releases his come into my core.
Turning his head, he kisses my neck and mutters, “I hadn’tmeant to do that here. I was only meant to bathe you and get you ready for bed. But you looked so beautifully innocent, doe eyed and naked, that I couldn’t resist any longer. Here let me help you back into the bath so I can at least wash you.” I feel Freddie slide out of me, followed by a rush of warm liquid from our combined climaxes. He tucks his arms under my armpits and pulls me up before helping me climb into the bath. This time, instead of sitting alone, I watch as he pulls off his soggy jeans, climbs into the bath and slides in behind me.
Freddie pulls me against him so my back rests on his hard, muscled chest and I’m not sad about that. He reaches for a sponge and squeezes his manly smelling sandalwood shower gel onto the sponge and proceeds to rub bubbles across my chest, over my breasts and stomach and down between my legs. When he’s satisfied I’m clean enough on this side he says, “Lean forward Roxy.” I pull away from the heat of his body and feel his soapy sponge glide across my shoulders, over my back in warm bubbly circles.
“Lean onto your hands,” Freddie commands and I do what he says effectively placing my butt in his face. I’m not allowed to speak so I stay in this position and blush as I imagine the sight he has of me right now. Freddie runs the sponge over my butt cheeks and then between them, dropping the sponge so I feel his hand rub the soap between my pussy to my arsehole massaging between the folds that feels all too delicious and sensual. All too soon he’s lowering his hands along the backs of my thighs. “You are now all shiny and clean, my special girl. Let’s get you out and dry.” Leaving me as I am on all fours, I feel him peel himself from around me, stand up and climb out of the tub. “Here, take my hand and climb out now too.” Naked, he stands before me in his masculine beauty holding a fluffy black towel to wrap me up in.
I move into the towel and he encloses the sides around me. I watch as he rubs his arms up and down my body, patting medry. It’s actually quite endearing to watch.Who is this man and why is taking such good care of me?Once he’s satisfied I’m dry, he points to the sink. “There is a spare toothbrush there, you can brush your teeth.” He grabs a towel himself and gets dry. I’m not sure if I’m allowed to walk, so I hang my towel over the bath and crawl towards the sink before rising and brushing my teeth where I’m joined by Freddie who brushes his teeth too.
Looking in the mirror whilst we brush our teeth, we share a moment like we have done this a thousand times before. Freddie finishes and says, “Time to put your tail back in. Bend over the sink and watch in the mirror.” I do as he says and watch him squeeze a gloop of lube onto the plug before it’s being nudged firmly into my back passage. This time I’m relaxed and it doesn’t take long before it slides straight in. “Good job, my Roxy girl.” And I feel his hand stroking down my lower back. Seems I don’t mind being stroked anywhere this man chooses to touch me.
He reaches for my collar, knee pads and mittens and helps them onto me before placing my ears back into place on my head. “A movie and then bed, let’s head to my bedroom.” Attaching the leash again, he leads me out of the bathroom on all fours, down the hallway and into the only doorway that is open. I see a huge king bed in front of me with navy bedding. To the right I can see a large cage with a thick dog bed inside of it and know exactly where I am sleeping tonight. This really is an experience.
“Here, climb up onto the bed, good girl.” Freddie pats the bed, and I crawl over and awkwardly climb onto it. He pulls on a pair of track pants before pulling back the sheets for me to climb into. “I’d like you to lie on my lap so I can stroke you.”
I do as he says, lying down to the side of his large body and resting my head on his thighs as he sits back against the headboard. There is a TV on the wall opposite the bed, Freddie reaches for the remote and clicks on a movie he has readyloaded. Surprisingly it’s some romcom I would have chosen myself, how sweet of him? I settle into my position with ease which is unnerving considering I have only known this man for a few hours.
And then he begins to stroke me, just like he would a dog. A feeling of total relaxation flows through my body and instead of watching the movie my eyelids become heavy. He strokes my hair in a hypnotic rhythm, then moves his hand to my shoulders, gently caressing my skin. His warm hand runs down my arm, his fingers lightly grazing my right breast which sends lightning strikes straight to my pussy. Sensing me stiffen from the intimate touch he rubs up and down my curled back, I almost coo in pleasure and I drift off to sleep just like a dog would do curled up on their master’s lap.
When the movie finishes, I feel Freddie untangle from me, walk around the side of the bed, lift me up and place me curled onto the fluffy dog bed inside the cage. He closes the door as I awake and realise where I am. “Shhh go back to sleep my good girl.” And I do.
21
Iwake with a start, trying to comprehend where I am. I’m curled up, naked on a fluffy bed inside a cage. Panic tears through my body before my brain clicks into gear and tells me I’m at Freddie’s house on a playmate job. Relief floods my bloodstream as I realise my situation isn’t as dire as one might first suspect. I stir my body, trying to get comfortable in the confined space. As I move around I feel the twinge in my bladder and know I need to go to the toilet soon. I can see the form of Freddie’s foot peeking out of the large duvet cover and can hear his soft breathing from slumber so I know he’s still here with me. Again, relief washes over me.
I can’t speak and I can’t bring myself to bark. So I make the only sound I can bear to make—I begin to softly whine for my master. I watch as Freddie’s foot disappears from my view and I hear movement above me in the bed. I continue to whine and look up at the bed until Freddie’s face comes into view as he’s shuffled over to the edge of the bed to look down on me.
“Hey there my girl, are you ok?” he says to me, his voice thick with sleep. I have no choice but to whine some more andtap at the locked gate with my paws. I watch as Freddie scratches his beard.
“Would you like a drink?” he asks me and although actually I would like a drink—I have a more burning desire right now. I shake my head and continue to whine.
“Something to eat?” Again I shake my head. “Oh you need the toilet my girl?” this time I stop whining and stick my tongue out and start panting.
“Ahhh there we are. Ok, let’s go. We should really be getting up soon anyways.” I watch as he stretches his long muscled arms and swings his legs over the bed just in his track pants. He picks up the leash, walks over to me, unlocks the cage and attaches it to my collar. I nuzzle my head against his large forearm and look up at him with gratification. I’m still naked and my breasts pebble at his closeness. As Freddie pulls his arms back, he lifts one hand to rub under my chin and I lean into his touch, yearning for more. His eyes darken at my response to him and he lowers his hand to softly stroke my hanging breasts. The gentle touch drives me wild for more. I try and move forward but my bladder twinges and I remember why I needed him. I move uncomfortably and whine again. That seems to break the spell Freddie was under.
“Right, follow me.” Freddie requests. And I do, on all fours. Out of the bedroom, down the hallway and past the bathroom. I stop, wondering where he’s taking me. Freddie chuckles, “I have another toilet for you this morning.” I frown, but continue to follow him. We arrive at the stairs. Just as I’m about to panic about falling face down down the staircase, he turns around and picks me up in a honeymoon lift.
Slowly Freddie carries me down each step and all I can do is put my arms and paws around his neck to hold on. I inhale deeply as his woody scent fills my nose and nuzzle at his neck. I’m not sure what comes over me but I peek out my tongue and lick at the sensitive part of his neck and I hear him moan. I do itagain and realise he has not put me down once we have reached the bottom of the stairs and has continued walking. I lick again with a flat tongue and he moans again.
“I cannot wait for you to do that to my cock at breakfast today, Roxy,” he growls at me. I begin to nibble lightly in the place I’ve been licking and feel his neck shudder in pleasure.
“You keep doing that to me and I won’t make it to the bathroom for you.”
I pull back and stop, I need to pee, more so than earlier. Then I realise we have reached the kitchen and are standing at the back door. I look up at his face as he turns his to explain.
“We are going for an early morning walk in my garden and you can do your business out here.” My eyes widen in surprise. I can’t say anything and right now I’m busting so much I’d pee anywhere.
Freddie lowers me to the floor and I get back onto my hands and knees. I look up to see Freddie unlock the door and step outside in the brisk morning air. I shiver in the fresh temperature which is only making me need to pee even more. I whine to convey my urgency. “This way my girl, over here onto the grass.” Freddie leads the way and I crawl behind him. The sun has begun to rise but it’s still mostly dark. I look around the garden but all I can see is dark trees and bushes. No lights, neighbours or people to watch me being led around this man’s garden, naked and dressed like a dog.
“You can pee here.” Freddie points at a patch of grass. My relief is short lived when I see him watching me. Not only do I have to pee outside like this, on a leash. I have to do it with him staring at me. I don’t even know how to in this position. I decide to sit up on my heels and pee sitting in that position, first ensuring my soft tail is out of the way. I close my eyes and try and relax my body, praying my bladder will finally release. After what feels like an eternity of humiliation, the dam breaks and I sigh into the flow of urine that is seeping into the grass.
“There’s my good girl,” Freddie praises as he walks towards me. “Such a good girl” he coos in a babying voice just like you would use to a puppy or a toddler. He strokes my head with praise and regardless of how he is speaking to me, his rewarding strokes make everything worthwhile. I shiver again, remember where I am and the chill in the air. Freddie stops stroking me and pulls on the leash, “A quick walk before breakfast.”
I’m grateful for the knee pads and mittens covering my hands as I follow him around his huge garden, Freddie watches my every move as we make slow progress and the bulge in his tracksuit pants tells me he’s enjoying this little excursion outside. Being outside is a whole new level of humiliation I’m not sure I was ready for but at the same time, seeing the enjoyment on his face and the way he rewards me takes away the shame and replaces it with a need. Maybe I will need therapy after this job but I suspect it will be to unpack why I am in fact turned on from the experience as opposed to any harm it might have had to my mental health.
Despite the fact that my hands and knees are covered, I am relieved to see we’ve made it to the back kitchen door again. My body is aching, I am not used to moving like this or being in this position for prolonged periods of time.
