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I'm not sure if my parents knew what would become of me when they named me Candy. I bet they didn't see this coming. Their sweet little girl, not so little anymore, kneeling on the ground, naked, gagging on the cock of her master, warming his other slave's cock with her ass, her pussy dripping and aching to be filled.
But not yet.
Being bred is a privilege that must be earned.
Puppy doesn't move in me. He is such a well-trained sub. He was here when I first entered this living room after a perfect evening with the perfect man. Little did I know that he wasn't just a butler.
Master's cock presses in my throat, I gag and splutter, my lungs burning with undrawn air. A disappointed sound falls from Master's lips. It's not the first time I hear it today. The tears collecting in my eyes are a mixture of exhaustion and shame. Another day of not reaching what Master is trying so patiently to teach me. I've failed so many times today. I stopped counting when I reached double figures.
Master gives up and comes down my throat. I'm just in for the ride, dizzy with the lack of oxygen, but at least this I can do for him. Stay still and be used.
Master pulls out of me, smears cum all over my face. No word of praise. I haven't earned it. Snod, cum and tears mix on my face. I must be a sight. I already dread studying the video of my failure tomorrow. It's been a while since I could write proudly in my journal.
"I'm sorry," I croak, eyes on Master's softening cock. "So sorry, Master."
He takes a step back. I can feel his gaze heavy on me. I don't dare look up. I haven't been a good pet tonight.
"Well done, puppy," Master says. "Breed that useless bitch."
"Thank you, Master," puppy says and starts pounding into me relentlessly. I slump forward. There's nothing I can do but take. It's not the breeding I want. It's not Master's cock in my pussy, just puppy's in my ass. More tears run over my face. I know I am pathetic. I failed. Tears won't change that. But maybe Master's punishment will.
It doesn't take long until puppy comes inside of me with a long-drawn whine. He hasn't come in two weeks. I can't even remember the last time I've come. It's all a bit of a blur since I moved in to be Master's full-time slave.
Puppy pulls out of me, a stream of cum and lube trickling down my thigh. He scoots over and goes into his usual pose. That must mean that our Master has left the room. He didn't even watch me taking his puppy's cock so well. That hurts even more.
I deflate and slump down on the cold tiles of the living room. I know Master could return any second, but I can't do anything about it. My jaw aches, and my ass burns like hell. I can't feel my knees anymore, my feet asleep for a while now. I'm a terrible slave.
I can hear the clacking of Master's boots on the tiles but all I can do is curl up and cry some more.
Master clicks his tongue above me. "Such a useless bitch," he says. "Present!" He accentuates the order with a nudge into my side. It's not that hard but enough to be a threat of what might come if I don't obey.
And my body moves, sluggishly but I get into position somehow, my ass hanging in the air. I bury my face against the back of my hands. Master allows it even though it isn't perfect form. He probably doesn't want to see my ugly visage either.
"Twenty-seven," Master says and goes down on one knee. Puppy gives a sympathetic sound. I'm grateful for him being here, watching. Master feels a million miles away, but puppy is with me. It's cold comfort, but comfort nonetheless.
"Let's round it up to thirty," Master decides.
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," I press out, hoping to appease him. It's of no use. The paddle hits my ass without a warm-up. Master must be very frustrated with me. No wonder. I gagged twenty-seven times, and that after weeks of wearing dildo gags to train the reflex out of my stupid brain.
I know exactly which paddle Master uses. I can hear it before it lands. It's the one with holes in it, my least favourite. It stings like a bitch, doesn't give me pleasure like other paddles do. Master knows. He knows everything about me, my deepest, most obscene fantasies. He looked at me and knew. It's embarrassing.
He knew I'd become addicted to his cock. If I had just known that he would withhold it from my pussy after our first night of passion, I would have savoured it more.
But now, the paddle works my ass raw, shoots spikes of pain into my legs and up my spine when it hits my hole, still gaping after hours of being held open by puppy's cock. His prick isn't as long as Master's but thick. So thick.
Master pauses halfway through my punishment. He kneads the burning flesh and glides three of his fingers into my messy hole with ease.
"Maybe I should give up on you. Use you as a bitch for my dogs," Master murmurs while easing in his pinkie.
I let out a whine at the painful stretch and the threat clear in Master's voice. My pussy clenches with want, my cheeks fill with shame. Something like this shouldn't turn me on. And Master knows. There's no hiding from him. He grabs my face with unrelenting fingers and forces my eyes to meet his.
"You'd like that, you sick slut, wouldn't you?" he asks, a grin on his face.
"Please," I press out. Am I begging for mercy? I'm not even sure. There's no time to think about it anyway. The fingers on my face disappear. So do those in my ass, leaving me empty and wanting for a second until the paddle cracks down on my tender skin again.
I used to like being spanked and enjoyed the sweet pleasure-pain. But failure turns the most beautiful thing to ashes. This isn't sexy, this is punishment. I bet it doesn't even make my Master hard again. He's given me so much today and was patient with me. I'm not worthy of him, not worthy of his attention, not worthy of the spanks raining down on me. I deserve them of course. I deserve the pain.
"Done," Master states as the last spank penetrates me to my core. "Clean her up," he orders puppy. "Do with her as you please. You know the rules."
"Yes, Master," puppy confirms.
Master's steps sound through the room, fading away. I keep in position until I hear the door to his study fall shut and melt into a pitiful puddle in front of puppy's sorrowful eyes.
"Hey, it's okay," he tries to comfort me. "We've all been there."
I can't imagine him ever being such a failure, but I'm too exhausted to argue.
Puppy scoops me up into his arms. His strength always surprises me. He could overpower Master easily, and still, he submits to him perfectly.
He carries me to the bathroom and sets me on the toilet.
"Go," he orders gently. Puppy is always so nice to me. It makes me cry once more. It takes a moment until I can relieve myself in front of him, everything below my navel tender and swollen, some from the impact, some from hours of unresolved horniness.
Meanwhile, puppy fills the bathtub with water and cleans my face with a damp washcloth. He does the same with my bottom half until all traces of cum and slick are gone. He helps me into the bathtub. I hiss as the warm water hits my tender flesh. But I won't complain. Puppy could have just ordered me to clean up the mess in the living room and to go into my kennel. But that's not what my dear puppy is like. He always takes care of me, even when I am his reward, he's never cruel, always nice.
Puppy sits down next to my head and washes my hair with tender touches and a heavenly scented shampoo. It's Master's favourite on me.
"Why are you so kind to me?" I ask. Puppy smiles down at me.
"Because I've been you, Candy. I know how hard it is. But Master will teach you to be the perfect slut. Don't you worry."
"What makes you so sure?" I croak.
"Because I can see that you've got it in you. You just need to allow yourself to be nothing but a hole for his pleasure, and everything else will fall into place."
"I'm trying so hard," I sob.
"I know, Candy. And Master knows too."
"Does he?" I snivel.
"Master knows everything," puppy says with a smile.
I exhale, finally relaxing into his gentle touches. He's right. How stupid I am. I'm not supposed to think unless Master orders me to.
"Do you want to join me?" I ask. Puppy shakes his head and smiles.
"All I need for aftercare today is taking care of you," he says and kneads my shoulders in a relaxing massage.
It's a mystery to me. Whenever Master doesn't offer aftercare, puppy is right there to sub for him. I giggle at the wording in my head. Master has been with puppy for a long while. Maybe he simply knows when he can leave this to his trusted slave and when we both need him and no one else to do it.
Master doesn't play favourites, but I'm sure while Master likes me a lot, he loves puppy. Puppy even wears a beautiful collar. Yes, Master loves puppy. How could he not? Puppy is perfect.
"You make him so happy," I tell puppy, because he deserves to hear nice things, too. I don't even know his true name.
"We make him happy, Candy. He wouldn't work you over with his favourite paddle if you didn't."
I swallow hard. If it is my Master's favourite, I should learn to love it. For him.
"Thank you. I wish he would tell me."
Puppy smiles. "I know. But believe me. His praise will be so much sweeter for it."