CASEY’S CANINE COMPANION

 

 

Lydia disembarked from her BMW, shutting the door. She tossed her briefcase in the trunk, looking around nervously, as she’d never liked Casey’s neighborhood too much.

 

A couple of young black boys, adorned in baseball hats and doo-rags, laughed in her direction. “Whatchoo looking at, white ho?” one jeered, and Lydia flushed, looking at the ground.

 

Every week she promised herself she wouldn’t come back. Her therapist had worked with her for months. “Lydia, you’re a feminist, you’re a valuable person.” Doctor Greenstahl had urged her. “And it’s so expensive, Lydia…it’s not good, having a man treat you this way and even paying him for it.”

 

Lydia moved away from her car, praying that no one messed with it. Goddamn George Christopher Casemont, full time slacker, and part-time Master. Or full-time Master, but not for her.

 

“MALE MASTER LOOKING FOR GENEROUS FEMALE SUBMISSIVES FOR BRIEF INTERLUDES. I WILL LET YOU KNOW WHAT A PILE OF BILE YOU ARE.”

That had been the ad in the free weekly. And Lydia had answered it eighteen months ago.

 

As Lydia’s high heels clicked down the sidewalk to Casey’s house, she wondered what she’d think of doing to her today. Punching her stomach with boxing gloves? That was a bad one. “Not that I’d ever hit your face, Dirtbag.”

 

Last week, Casey had rubbed Band-Aids in Ben-Gay and put one on each of Lydia’s nipples, and then made her hold a nickel to the wall with her nose, while kneeling on bits of gravel. For an hour.

 

She’d thought then he would have gotten her up and they’d have gone through the usual whipping and him allowing her to suck him off. But Casey had just sent her home then. “I’m not feeling too social today, Dirtbag” he’d said this, while putting her five portraits of Ben Franklin in his wallet.

 

Sometimes the sessions were long and interesting…invigorating, like the time he’d tied her to the floor and screwed her pussy with his big toe, or the time he’d tied her to the bottom of a U-Haul truck (she’d rented it for him) and he’d driven along a bumpy road and she’d bounced horribly against the steel floor.

 

Once, Casey had suspended Lydia from a hook in the ceiling, put mousetraps on her nipples and Icy hot on her shaved pussy. Then he’d made her watch him fuck his cute little bimbo girlfriend Bonnie. (The little bitch didn’t even have a high school diploma, and Lydia had a PhD in chemical engineering)

 

Every time Bonnie had cum, Casey had jumped up and thrashed Lydia’s ass with a thick wooden paddle…and Bonnie had been multi-orgasmic. Up until then, Lydia hadn’t wanted to admit how much she was in love with Casey…that she was jealous of that little slut.

 

But it was true, she’d cried bitterly while Casey had fucked Bonnie, and Bonnie had actually made fun of her!

 

Another session had consisted of Lydia being forced to clean Casey’s garage floor with a rag in her mouth. Good God, what was she paying him for?  Paying him five hundred bucks to clean her garage floor?  But Lydia’s panties were drenched just thinking about it.

Whatever he did to her…the time he’d made her rim out homeless drunk men’s asses at the bus station…she took it all…because after all, he was her Master Casey!

 

Just imagining Casey’s beautiful blond curls, his jutting chin and his contemptuous look. “Dirtbag” Casey always said. “You know you need this. Just to remind you of how loathsome you really are.”

And it wasn’t as if men didn’t like Lydia. She kept herself in excellent shape, had many dates, and Sherman, one of the other partners at the firm had asked her to marry him two or three times. She let Sherman make love to her now and then, but it didn’t mean much.

 

It was because men had always treated Lydia as if she was a goddess. She’d been her daddy’s little darling, captain of the high school cheerleaders, Homecoming Queen, and then Prom Princess, and it had continued into adult life.

 

Her fantasies had always been shameful and disgusting…until she’d met Casey. He’d made everything all right. Somehow, when she left Casey’s ratty house, bruised and humiliated, the hole in her soul was filled. She had higher self-esteem, and felt great…but she knew it was unhealthy to do these things.

 

Lydia took a deep breath and knocked on Casey’s door. Suddenly the door opened, and a woman with short strawberry blonde hair came out, rubbing her attractive buttocks. “Good bye, Master Casey?” the woman said over her shoulder. “You too, scum” came Casey’s voice, floating out the door.

 

The woman didn’t even look up at Lydia; she just walked around her and went to the street. Lydia stepped in. “Master Casey? I’m here, Sir.”

 

There he was, leaning languorously against the doorjamb. Casey’s muscles seemed to push out the button down Brooks brothers shirt he had tucked into his shorts.

 

“Well, now Dirtbag…so you’re here. A little early, aren’t we? Hope Cloris wasn’t too freaked about you practically knocking her down when you came in.”

 

Lydia flushed. She put her purse in the hallway. Casey rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and she handed him his five bills. “Five hundred dollars.” Casey said musingly. “Maybe I’ll buy Bonnie a necklace, huh?”

 

 

Lydia burst into tears. SLAP! Casey’s hand slammed her cheek. “Fuck off, Dirtbag. Your crocodile tears don’t go for much in this house. If you were one quarter of the woman that Bonnie is, you wouldn’t even have to come see me.”

 

Casey spun on his sandaled heel and walked through the tiny kitchen into the living room. Lydia followed him, thinking that her West 62^nd Street apartment was actually bigger than this pathetic little house in Queens.

 

Casey’s teeth set. “Take off your bogus business suit, and kneel on the floor, you pig.”

 

Lydia took off her business jacket, and unbuttoned her blouse, hoping that Casey would like seeing her lace bra. Nothing affected him though, he just watched as she undid her hose and stepped out of  everything, standing in front of Casey, shivering slightly, though it was August.

 

Casey looked at her critically. “You are developing love handles, Dirtbag.” Casey snickered as  Lydia grabbed her middle. “Lucky I don’t have to fuck you.”

 

Lydia was in a panic. Did this mean…was this why Casey hadn’t allowed her to suck him off during the last few months? Was she fat? Oh, God.

 

Casey grinned. “Maybe I should put you on Hyacinth’s plan. She’s a tubbo, and I cane her viciously for every pound she’s overweight when she comes here…we get on the scale and everything. When she actually gains weight after a session, I whip her tits.”

 

Lydia shivered. She knew the pain of Casey’s cane against her nipples, and it was horribly stinging. She’d once had to rub aloe vera on her breasts for a week after seeing him, though it had been one of the more thrilling sessions she’d had.

 

What was happening today? Was Casey going to whip her? Cover her with clothespins and knock them off? That had happened once. He was such an imaginative little fuck.

 

Casey looked at Lydia a bit tenderly. “You know, Lydia, honey. I know it’s difficult being a slavegirl…and you look so lonely. You probably don’t get laid much.”

 

Lydia looked at Casey, amazed. Was he…could he be wanting to make love to her? He’d never done that, though often she’d rubbed her clit while kissing his feet.

 

Casey smiled kindly. “I want you to have love, too, and I worry so much about you, putting all this money into your training. I mean, your billable hours probably barely cover MY billable hours.” Casey snorted at this, and winked at Lydia.

 

“So I have a friend, and I want you to meet him. I want you to have an intense time.” Casey turned and whistled, and in a moment, a naked girl, her head shaved, brought in a Great Dane. “This is Duke, honey.” Casey said with a big smile. “And the creature pulling him I call Dingleberry. I just shaved Dingle’s head because I caught her masturbating with a pair of my underwear. Get the fuck out of here, Dingleberry, and leave Duke with me.”

 

 The bald woman looked at the ground and walked out, and the Great Dane came up to Casey, wagging its long tail.

 

Casey smiled at the dog and rubbed its head. “Do I have a treat for you, Dukie! Yes, this is better than anything you’ve had in a while.”

 

The dog lay down and Casey walked over to Lydia and grabbed her by the nape of the neck, forcing her to the floor. He slapped her ass, hard and she bent it up, and he began playing his fingers in her clitoris. “Now, then…doesn’t that smell good?”

 

Lydia wondered what was going on now. Casey rarely touched her private parts with his fingers. He even used latex surgeon’s gloves when he put clothespins and her office binder clips on her mound, but he was stroking her now, and how good it felt!

 

“Yes, there we go…are you hot, honey?” Casey’s voice was quite comforting.

 

“Yes, Master…I feel quite excited.” Lydia said, breathing heavily. Casey’s fingers were diligently rubbing her labia, and she was getting more and more excited.

 

She didn’t understand why he’d brought his dog in, but maybe he was going to make love to her, and he liked to have the dog around for comfort.

 

Lydia was a bit intimidated with the way that the dog, Duke was looking at her, quite intently. What the hell was that about? She was so naked…

 

Casey rubbed Lydia’s increasingly damp slit. Lydia was getting more and more enthralled. Casey could be so tender when he wanted to be! Lydia began shaking with the desire to cum. Ooooh, it feels so good, she thought, as Casey’s long finger probed her slit, tickling the sides. God this is incredible.

 

As Casey rubbed faster, Lydia bucked and gasped. She was getting closer and closer to cumming. She’d hoped that Casey would fuck her, but this was better than nothing. But suddenly, as she was going to cum, Casey pulled his finger out quickly.

 

“Smell it, Duke.” There was a panting. “Yes, you can lick, it it won’t kill you, boy…though the Dirtbag is a nasty little thing…like motor oil her cum is.”

 

Lydia listened dumbly as Duke licked Casey’s finger excitedly. “Smells good, doesn’t it?”

Lydia turned around “Casey, what the hell are you..” Suddenly Casey jumped up and grabbed Lydia by the hair and slapped her four times across the face. “Here I am trying to create a pleasant situation for you, scuzz, and you don’t seem to like it. Want to leave?”

Lydia’s heart fell into her stomach. She had no idea what was going on, but she didn’t want to leave, ever. Casey turned to Duke. What about the goddam dog, what about her? Why was he…oh no, not that.

 

“Want to fuck something good and juicy?” Lydia’s ears burned. “Oh, Dirtbag you are in for a treat, babe.” Lydia heard Dukes’ panting behind her.

 

This is awful, she thought. I can’t put up with this! What would Dr. Greenstahl think?

 

Lydia felt Duke’s furry form coming up behind her, and all of a sudden he was climbing on her back. Lydia’s buttocks, which Sherman had kissed because they were beautiful, were being approached by a  DOG.

Her beautiful buttocks. Lydia remembered the previous summer when she and her girlfriends had gone to Ocean City and she’d stepped out of her cut-offs.

 

Lydia had been in her bikini thong, and all the male gasps she’d heard, and how her girlfriends had giggled…she had a “Midas Ass” made of gold. And this was what was happening to it! A Dog.

 

Rubbing his filthy nose in her crack, and now she felt his dick against her globes as well!

 

Suddenly, Lydia felt Duke climb on and hump her, rubbing his dick against her hole with all his energy. There was panting. “Oh, you know, Duke, I think I have an even better treat for you, boy” came Casey’s voice.

 

Thank God, he’s reclaimed his sanity. He’s going to get the dog off her and give it some food, and she could dress and leave…or maybe he’d fuck her now. She just had to be degraded before Casey could stick it in…right?

 

Casey pulled Duke off Lydia. Thank God, he was just scaring her a little bit. He wasn’t going to…

 

Suddenly, Casey’s thumb and forefinger were on her ear. “Now then, Dirt-bag, I want you to service Duke a little bit. Make him feel like a sexy macho dog, won’t you?”

 

As Lydia’s head was forced to suck Duke’s dick, she realized that she was lucky, as such a little scumbag…to have Masters like Casey and Master Duke

THE END

 

 

 

 

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