Ass Worship | Facesitting | Ass sniffing | Sweat | BDSM | Pet Play
Dominated by the Dog Walker — Part 2
Eloise is back, and her ass is just begging to be worshiped.
Every day for the better part of a week, Billy had waited till two in the afternoon with overwhelming impatience. He felt he couldn’t do anything beforehand, and usually afterward, he was too exhausted to do anything else. Eloise worked him hard, and she worked him thoroughly, and he lived for it. He felt that today was going to be no different. It was ten-to-two, and he knelt at the door, as instructed, wearing Eloise’s favorite outfit of his. No shirt, gray sweats, and no underwear. The reasoning was obvious, of course.
Billy had dated women before, even had long term relationships in which kinks were explored, but this felt like something else entirely. His connection with Eloise, his parent’s dog walker, was nothing short of electric. The way she commanded so proudly, and the way he obeyed so willingly fit together like a puzzle piece, and even in the few hours they’d had together, after an afternoon of devious doings, they got on well. If she didn’t live so far away from him, he’d seriously consider taking things further. Even despite that, he was thinking of ways to make it happen.
He heard footfalls outside on his parent’s porch, and he assumed the position any good bitch would in his position. He sat patiently at the door. Her keys rattled in the handle, and it swung open. There she stood, glistening with midday sweat, her thick, delicious legs clad in sky-blue nylon, her naked midriff dripping with perspiration, her full and ample breasts wrapped snugly in her sports bra. Her brimstone hair was out today, curly and voluptuous. Her red lips smiled as she saw him, her bright blue eyes shone like gemstones.
“Hey bitch,” She purred confidently. There was no more awkwardness between them, no more uncertainty. She knew where she stood, and it was on his back, triumphant and in charge.
He never knew what to say when she arrived. He was always speechless, in awe of her. “Eloise,” he bowed his head.
“Ready for your walk?” she teased, strutting by him, but pausing, and pointing at a particularly damp patch on her ass cheek. He approached and kissed the spot passionately, tasting her bitter, salty sweat — though to him, it was sweet and divine. She hmmphed, satisfied, and walked onward to the living room.
“I’ve got some treats for you today, bitch.” He crawled behind her, forbidden from walking upright in her presence. It was humiliating at first, but Billy had come to love it. After all, it meant he could just stare straight at her ass and follow it as it swayed seductively from side to side, luring him to worship it with each sultry step she took.
“You wanna know what I’ve got?” She smirked. Billy nodded.
“Bark for me then.” She bit her lip in eager anticipation. “Go on. Bark like the bitch you are.”
“Woof!” Billy grunted. “Woof woof!”
Eloise grinned from ear to ear. “I love how you humiliate yourself for me, for my ass.”
“Woof!”
“Alright! Don’t rush me.” Her voice was smooth and soft, like the scent of lavender, or sandalwood at the beach. Eloise reached into her bag, and withdrew a collar. This one was new, leather, sky-blue like her leggings, with small studs. What intrigued Billy most, however, was the tag that hung from it.
“Read it,” She tweaked her eyebrows. He took it. On one side, it read Billy, on the other, Ass-sniffing Bitch. Billy felt his stomach tighten, and his loins set alight.
“You should’ve seen the look the engraver gave me when I told him what to write. You’d have died. I said it was for my boyfriend.” Billy’s eyes widened, and he blinked in surprise.
“Oh, no, you aren’t my boyfriend.” She tutted, looking teasingly regretful. He suddenly was greeted by a pang of sadness.
“You’re something better.” Her expression morphed into a cunning gleam. “You’re my pet. My bitch.” Neither Billy’s mind, nor his body, could refute the excitement that those words brought, and those feelings only grew once she affixed his new collar to his neck.
“You’re to wear that all day, every day, until you have to go back home. No exceptions.” He nodded, compliant and obedient as ever. The thought of tucking it under the collar of his shirt as he went shopping or met up with friends was equally arousing and mortifying.
“Now,” She licked her lips and breathed gently, “before I reveal the next part of your gift, bitch, you’ve got some work to do.” Billy raised his eyebrows, curious, and excited in equal measure.
“See these tights?” Her hands slid seductively down her thighs, “They’re hot, sticky, and sweaty. So naturally, I want you to peel them off my body with your teeth. And I want you to do it slowly. Got it?” Her bitch enthusiastically nodded.
“Start at the back.” She turned, bouncing her big, round ass with her hands as she did. Billy could only think to say ‘with pleasure’, But, as Eloise had repeated many times over the week, “Bitches don’t speak.”
He reared up on his knees, keeping his hands behind his back for balance. Eloise laughed as he feebly tried to pinch her waistband with his teeth. When he finally managed to do so, the strong, but now pleasant smell of her damp, sweaty ass greeted him, and he inhaled it diligently through his nose. He’d grown to more than love the aroma of her lower quarters. So much so that a mere sniff of her ass would arouse him greatly.
He began to pull with his teeth, slowly revealing her bubble butt, inch by inch. He had to adjust his purchase on the waistband, and so found himself with his nose between her cheeks. Eloise took the opportunity, and pushed him in with her hands, and gently twerked on his face by lifting her right cheek up and down. He moaned in thanks, letting her scent cover his willing face. He let it invade him, to scrape against his lips, to flood his nostrils and fill his lungs. It was overpowering, enchanting, addictive. The smell of damp nylon, the aroma of her musky, earthy ass, and the humid tinge of sweat. Even with the mostly-swallowed pair of cotton panties, he knew he was getting the ripe, earthy hues of her ass in full.
She released his head, and let him continue to struggle against the elasticity of her pants, and the clingy, sticky pull of her sweaty skin. With great effort, he pulled her tights below her ass, and watched with avid attention as the elastic twanged against her cheeks, and pressed them upward like a push-up bra to breasts. She sat on the kitchen counter, leaving an ass shaped sweat-imprint on the marble, and lifted her legs, so he could peel it from them. The way her thighs wobbled as each inch came free of the fabric was mesmerizing.
The tights fell to the floor with a soft, damp thwomp, and she cooed pleasantly.
“Good bitch! Now, I have a little game for you to play.” Her fingers slipped into the waistband of her cotton briefs, and she plucked them off, and down her legs. She held them limply in her hand, and Billy couldn’t decide if he wanted to stare at them, so damp with booty sweat, or her perfect, cute femininity. She waved the underwear alluringly, and stole his attention from her crotch. With a coy smile, she flicked the panties across the room.
“Fetch.” She smirked devilishly. Billy’s heart skipped a beat, and he frantically scrambled across the floor toward her underwear. He bent over, pathetically, and grasped her moist briefs with his lips, then his teeth. He could taste her. Her arousal, her sweat, her ass. Obediently, he crawled back to her, with them in his mouth, and sat at her feet.
“Awh, good bitch.” She purred, leaning forward and grabbing the elastic. With a grin, she pulled them against the tension of his teeth, and yanked the waistband over his face, burying his nose where her cute, perfect asshole had, until recently, sat. The front was slick with her arousal, and it smeared across his lips.
“Does it smell good?” All he could do in response was moan approvingly, and take another, long, desperate sniff. Eloise pressed the fabric against his face, smearing her scent further, and encouraging him to inhale it. He didn’t need any encouragement, but it, nevertheless, caused a small, damp spot to emerge on the front of his taut, gray pants.
“Tell me how good it smells, pet.” She purred salaciously.
“It’s so good. I fucking love the smell of your sweat, and your ass.”
“Hmph,” She grinned. “Good. That’s what I want to hear.” She watched as the fabric of her panties was pulled against his nostrils with each deep inhalation. Every micron of air he breathed was filtered through the moist, damp cotton.
“You ready for the next part of your gift?” She smiled. He nodded, and she pulled the panties off his face. With a grin, she wiped her arousal from the fabric across his lips. The taste was bitter, salty, and a hint metallic, but he lapped it up with eager attention. Her panties were kicked asunder, and she reached into her bag to pull out the next part of her surprise.
He looked at it, confused. A clear plastic panel, about the size of an envelope, shaped like a rectangle, with the edges cut concave, once on the top and bottom, and twice on the longer sides. Each peak had a slot for something to be fed through. As she revealed a handful of sky-blue fabric straps, some with clips and buckles, it became clear to him. He smiled, excited, and stared at her wide-eyed and ready to submit. She mewled softly, and wrapped one of the straps around her waist, and another around each of her thighs. Secondary straps were fed through specific slots in the plastic.
“Put your hands here.” She pointed at her hips, near the strap. He did so, and felt leather clasp around his wrists. Soon, his hands were secured to her waist. The clear plastic was pulled over the back of his head, and a pair of straps ran through his hair. The plastic was affixed at the base to his collar. Two more straps reached beneath his ears and clipped into her thighs.
“Ready?” she smirked, looking over her shoulder at him. “Once I pull these two ends, you’ll be stuck in there until I’m ready to let you out.” Billy nodded, more excited than he’d ever been.
“I want you to lick my sweaty ass clean, and then, I want you to make me cum with your tongue in my asshole. Got it, bitch?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Good.” She grunted, and yanked the ends of the straps. Like a Rube-Goldberg machine, one strap tightening led to a series of others pulling and straining. She yanked again, and his face was drawn closer and closer to the dark void of her delightful dumptruck. Another, and his nose was between her cheeks. Another, and her cheeks pressed against his. Another, and he could feel the wrinkles on her asshole, and finally, another, and his lips were sealed over her butthole.
“Comfy?” She wiggled her hips delightfully.
“Mmphm,”
“Try get out.” Billy pulled, even sitting his weight back in a feeble attempt to dislodge his face from her crack, but he only succeeded in pulling her backward in a stumble. He was stuck.
“Oh,” She smirked. “I forgot to mention. My next client canceled on me, so, uh, you’re gonna be down there for a while. Hope you like the smell!” He did. It could’ve been nauseating, toxic, swamp ass, and given how sweaty she was, it probably was, but to him, it smelt like freshly cut grass on the first day of spring, or misty sea spray, or freshly baked bread. Cuffed to her hips, and physically bound face-to-ass like a kinky, consensual human centipede, Billy got to work sniffing, kissing, licking, and overall, worshiping the big, round ass that, at least for a time, was his entire existence.
“Oh~” Eloise moaned. “This is so fucking hot.” She began waving her hips sharply left, then right, and no matter where she pointed her big, round ass, Billy’s face went with it, as though it was part of it. She could feel his tongue circling her hole, teasing each nerve and wrinkle with eager delight. She bent over, opening her cheeks wider for him to enter, and she pulled the straps so tight that his nose was bending backward against her tailbone. Eloise sat back, craning his neck, and using him like a stool. She kept one foot on the ground, and crossed leg over the top. She sat daintily on her stool, feeling the straps and her body weight bury Billy in her fat ass.
“Ohhh~” She moaned. “I love this.”
“Mmpphmmm-” He groaned in complete agreement, with his tongue pushing past her musculature, and inside.
“I really want to take you home Billy.” She purred. “I just want to keep you. My pet. My pathetic, ass licking bitch, awhh~” Her proposition sounded like paradise to him. At this point, with how aroused he was, and how deep his face was in her behind, he was of the mind to abandon his entire life and become her pet full time. His hands idly grasped at her hips, daring to pull her closer onto him. The taste of her asshole was like that of her crack, but multiplied. Tangy, earthen tones mixed with bitter, salty sweat to create a love potion that Billy just could not fight against, nor did he want to.
Eager to put the face-to-ass harness through its paces, Eloise popped off her ass-licker’s face, and began to trot around the house like a strange centaur. Her cheeks battered his face, left, right, left, right, the muscles tensing like fists to the face. He followed blindly, crawling behind on his knees. Only able to see and smell her ass, and hear her delighted moans as she relished in her new plaything.
“Wherever I go, whatever I do, your face is where it belongs… my big, hot, sweaty ass.” She breathed, aroused. “And you love it, don’t you bitch? You love being tied into my stinky, gross asshole, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm!” He groaned approvingly, stumbling awkwardly behind her.
“Imagine if I did my dog-walking rounds like this? Getting all hot and sweaty in the sun with you there, my personal ass licker, to slurp it all up and make me cum?” Billy was so horny he didn’t even care about the consequences, it sounded great to him.
“But I suppose we can’t have everyone knowing how devoted you are to my perfect ass, huh? Maybe I’ll get a treadmill? Or an exercise bike, and use you as the seat?”
Billy wasn’t sure if words alone could make a man explode, but the more she spoke, the more it seemed possible. He had no idea where Eloise had walked too, but he had enjoyed every step with vigor.
“Brace yourself.” She quietly laughed, before suddenly falling forward. Billy was pulled upward, and found himself clambering up a bed, or a couch as she fell onto her front. She laid there, and he hung half off the bed, his tongue working eagerly in her hole, prodding, poking, swirling and licking like his life depended on it. As he worked, the tag on his new collar jingled and jangled, reminding him of his place, as if he needed reminding. Eloise arched her back, and stuck her ass in the air, causing Billy’s neck to fold backward. She widened her legs, and mewled as Billy’s bound hand grasped at her curves. She began to moan, over and over again. Long, sweet, gasping moans, accompanied by panting and involuntary eye rolls that painted a very erotic scene that Billy wished he could see. He’d made her climax a handful of times now, but not once had he seen those bright blue eyes close in delight, or those big red lips scream in ecstasy.
He wasn’t complaining though, in trade, he got to feel the muscles of her asshole tense in orgasmic waves around his tongue, and feel the dribble of her arousal on his chin as he worked her tirelessly. Her fingers began rubbing down south, quick, vigorous circles to match her gasping utterings of pleasure.
“Deeper, oh deeper! Go deeper!” She screamed, demandingly. He couldn’t. He was as far as he could go. His teeth were against her hole, his tongue buried within her, curling and twisting as she rolled her hips around and round. His chin could feel her arousal, both on her body, and on the damp bed sheets beneath. His body was compliant to hers; wherever her ass went, his face followed, without even an inch of give. They might as well have been one.
Her idle hand grasped at the straps, pulling them tighter and tighter until it began to hurt him, and then tighter again. Her face was pressed against the bed as she screamed her way into euphoria with his tongue in her anus, and his face in her crack.
“Fuck~ Fuck~ Oh- ohh- ohhhh! Oh fuck!” she screamed. “Oh Bitch! Keep going! Oh fuck! You’re so~ Fuck~” The telltale sign of pulsing muscle and quickening moans alerted Billy to her rapture, and so he eased off, returning to just gently licking her hole in soft, slow circles. Eloise panted, out of breath, before awkwardly rolling onto her back, and sitting up. Billy’s head sank into the bed, his neck folded over the edge. She sat upon him as though he were a cushion, and she stayed there for a while until the euphoria wore off. His nose was half pressed shut by the top of her crack, but he could still breathe. If she wanted it, he’d be content to stay like this for hours.
It was almost as if she had read his mind. She gathered her phone from the floor, and perched herself on him. Crossing her legs, and resting her foot on his crotch, teasingly rubbing her sole on his arousal. He sat there silently, indulging in the weight of the woman atop him.
“Uh- ahem?” She snarled. “Why aren’t you licking my asshole, bitch?”
“Mphm!” He apologized, and got to work.
“That’s better.” Eloise tutted. “I’ve got another hour and a half before I have to leave, and I want you licking my dirty asshole the entire time. Got it?”
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