Chapter 82: Puppy struggles…

I barked in affirmation.

Melody stepped closer and tugged my panties halfway down my legs, letting them rest around my knees. Then, the vibrator still buzzing away, she brought it closer and closer nestling it into my mound until it clamped down onto my clit and sucked away.

My body started shaking from the abrupt vigor as I struggled to hold my voice in. The struggle didn't last long. "Please!"

And my wish was granted, unfortunately. The vibrator vanished and Melody's other hand came up, gently placing the end of the whip on my belly.

After taking a few deep breaths, dissipating the remnants of sensitivity from the vibrator, Melody struck the whip once, landing on my stomach with an audible plap, soon replaced by a much louder, "Fuck!"

It was way worse than I expected. This was nothing like a spanking or flogging, it actually stung. Like, I know I said the flogger stung but no—that was a little sore, faded soon enough, leaving nothing more than a small bruise. But that was the past. I was immature back in those days, unaware of a true sting, a true bite, a true marking of a slave.

This was a real sting. The whip bit into me with a piercing quality that sent a shockwave through me. Hell, I'm surprised I wasn't bleeding. It sure as hell felt like I was, my skin was on fire, every single nerve begging me to do something. My heartbeat skyrocketed, and my breathing became labored as I fought through the pain.

It was way harder to fade into the sensation than with the flogger. The sheer intensity of the strike, of a more than likely weak strike, was still battling my subby puppy mind and all I wanted to do was howl.

And get whipped more, because I'm a good puppy.

Thankfully, the vibrator was soon back, buzzing away and almost immediately overtaking the spiraling pain with waves of pleasure. Already, I felt an orgasm building.

Rather unfortunately, I moaned—a mistake Melody took as speaking. Vacating my dripping folds, the vibrator became a whip once more, and I let out a pained bark. The strike, partly overlapping the first, reaffirmed the original laps of pain.

As the second shock rolled through me, my fists curled and I was unable to prevent them from moving back down to my stomach, well away from my head. Despite the severity forcing my hands down, there was a hint of pleasure buried within, maybe just a stray pulse from the vibrator, but I knew I craved more.

The vibrator came right back seconds later and just as quickly I moaned, earning a tsk from Melody.

She whipped me again. Lower. Just above my lips, right where the V shape began.

It wasn't as bad as the second strike, but worse than the first. I felt the shockwave tingle through my folds, and I almost felt like I was going to pee. I didn't though. I think.

The vibrator came next.

It wasn't two sensations anymore, just one. A combination of both pain and pleasure, overwhelming my every feeling. Consuming me entirely and shipping my body off to cloud nine.

An inch away from heaven, my moans betrayed me, spewing out of my mouth without my consent, and the torturously pleasant device vanished.

The whip swatted down again, and again, and one more time drilling out the lingering pleasure until it had all faded away… so cruel.

Melody's right hand found my belly, which she slowly rubbed as the pain continued radiating through me. I closed my eyes and let her take care of me… and thought happy thoughts. Melody thoughts. Thoughts of Melody making sure her toy was in peak condition, ready for use anytime, anywhere.

"Still okay, puppy?" Melody asked, prompting me to open my eyes.

With a deep breath, I replied. "Woof."

"That's what I like to hear." Melody grinned, and with one of her hands still rubbing away on my tummy, she brought back the clit-destroying contraption, and turned it on.

Yet again, as the intensity built, my entire lower body struggled against Melody's determined grip and despite my best efforts, I moaned.

Instead of the whip, Melody's right hand began sliding up my body, heading away from my sensitive whip-marked belly up towards my breasts, only to completely avoid them. Her hand rode the rest of the way up, in between my boobs, and finally made it to my neck, where they briefly broke contact, only to be shoved straight into my panting mouth, gagging me.

My moan didn't quiet much however. I sent vibrations through Melody's fingers as I sucked her digits, feeling my tongue slide all over her smooth perfect hand, gently, yet securely gripping my chin, controlling my whole body in the process.

Meanwhile, the vibrator continued ripping away, and I felt the inevitable orgasm grow closer and closer and closer and closer and—

Melody took the vibrator away, and I let out a long groan as her fingers danced with my tongue. She still held my head strongly, forcing my eyes straight upwards as she suddenly whipped my belly one more time, then rested her left hand, the one that wasn't in my mouth, on top of my pussy lips, both the toy and the whip no longer touching me.

As the whip's pain still pulsed through me with no vibrator to overwhelm it, Melody spoke. "I'll give you your orgasm, but I don't want to hear any human sounds. Understood?"

I attempted to nod my head and reply "Yes" which came out more like a moan given the fingers still vibing in my mouth. It was clear enough though.

Melody's hand left my mouth, although her thumb still held my chin up, and she wiped off my saliva onto my cheeks, which were no doubt becoming even more red then they already were from the pain, pleasure, exhaustion, humiliation and everything else I'd been through.

I'm such a puppy slut. It's great. Owned, used, abused, toyed with, humiliated, and finally, a little hard-earned reward for my desperate, overstimulated puppy parts.

As Melody's hand retracted, I tilted my chin downwards again, looking down at Melody's other hand. Catching me staring down my body, Melody gave a few light pats on my pussy and I immediately jolted back, snapping my gaze straight up at the ceiling. Nowhere near as intense as the whip, but hitting just the right spot always hurts… and makes you want to cum.

Seconds later, the vibrator came back, and Melody pressed down far harder than she had earlier, instantly overwhelming my senses and mingling with the vestiges of the whip's pain. My mind kept slowing and the sensations kept building. Every single time I thought I was on the verge, it built higher, to another peak, and then one more.

My entire body began shaking as the intensity grew to unbearable levels. My hands swung back down from my head, and my entire body tried to curl up as I did my very best to hold back the groans and moans. Thankfully, Melody's free hand clamped down on my chest, shoving me back against the bed and into her control, trapping my hands with her strong arm along the way.

That was all it took. A bolt of electricity raced through me, my shackled legs kicking and my upper body swinging in its wake as the climax took over. There was no holding back these moans, but I was desperate to obey Melody's order from just a minute ago. Be a puppy. "AwooOOOoof."

Hitting the peak of my orgasm, I moaned like an animal, and my entire fucking face burned. I'm fucking crazy. This is so fucking crazy. I'm a pervert but god it feels sooo good. The pain and pleasure and now humiliation all combining to make my body and brain the most sensitive organs they've ever been.

The ecstasy lasted hours, probably only seconds, but I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, I clearly hadn't served Melody enough for that. As my wiggling calmed down, Melody pulled the vibrator away, replacing it with her gentle hand, rubbing up and down my over-sensitized lips…

My eyes, having closed at some point, opened and met Melody's. There were some tears blurring my vision, from pain, from intensity, from humiliation, from memories, from… but I was happy. That was… great. I love pain. I love Melody. I love Melody's abuse. I never want it to end.

She leaned down and gave me a wonderful, but brief, kiss on my lips, before freeing my trapped hands from her lower arm, and then unshackling them. I brought my arms down to my sides while she slid down to my feet, uncuffing my ankles. While she was down there, she brought the cup of water back up and, despite my feeble attempt to grab it, held the cup up to my lips so I could sip away.

After I had enough, she set it back down to the side then grabbed my panties, sliding them back up my legs and concealing my sweaty disgusting puppy parts.

Then she laid down beside me, turned on her side, and hugged me.

The moment we cuddled, with my arms tightly wrapped around Melody, we both fell asleep. It was late enough and we'd done enough that we were both exhausted, even before the sexcapades. But for the billionth time, I think that was the best sleep I've had in a long while.