The Wolf

‘Saturday, 11:00 PM. The Bench.’

There was no way I could make it. It was ridiculous to even consider it. I stared at the thumb drive in my palm knowing full well I could never go. After all, it was my fifth anniversary. I already had plans with my fiancée. There’s no way I could sneak away to cheat on Red. It was wrong on every level.

That’s exactly what I was telling myself as I double-checked my headphones and made damn sure no one could see my monitor in the break room of my office. ‘Why am I even doing this, I’m just going to work myself up,’ I thought as I slid the device into the port of my computer.

Two files. One was an audio file named simply for the date it was recorded. The other was a ten-second long video that Mistress had entitled, ‘Are_you_sure’.

Being greedy, I started the video up right away. There I was, straddling Kitten as she fingered herself and moaned underneath me. I looked unhinged, jacking my cock over Kitten’s fit little body. My loins ached at the memory of that night.

Mistress’ voice asked the question that had been on my mind for the last two months. “The little redhead, your Fiancée. Do you want to do this to her?”

I saw why Mistress doubted my answer. I looked at my face, confused and oddly thoughtful for a man giving a stranger a facial in the park. “Yes,” I had answered unconvincingly.

I closed the video. I would need to think about that more. Why was Mistress bringing it up? I half wondered if it was a threat for not showing up. Perhaps she was implying she would send the video to Red if I wasn’t there Saturday? Something to think about later. I had the urge to jerk off now but the mystery of the audio file stopped me.

As it launched my headphones filled with a crack and a scream. It was Kitten, receiving some sort of punishment from her Master. It was hot, the several seconds of strikes and moans that set the tone. I couldn’t believe I was considering whacking it right there in the lunch room. I slipped my hand down the front of my pants and stroked myself as I listened to their conversation.

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Kitten

The fella from the park was really twisted. Normally I need to encourage a guy a bit more before he’ll full-on fuck my face, but he just dived right on into it. And all the while talking about his little girlfriend. Like I said, just a genuine unadulterated creep. I liked him a lot, and was excited when Mistress said it was finally time to call him back into our game.

He had called me Kitten. It was always been funny, y’know. Everyone always settles on Kitten. I never told em’ to. Sure, I like cats. Love them, actually. Probably the only thing better than sex. Still, all my teachers, bosses, even complete strangers I got lent out to. Every time they ended up with Kitten. So I leaned into it.

Started to own the whole theme. One day I got myself some cat ears to wear. Then a whole mess of tails. Some were waistbands, but I had grown fond of the ones attached to ass plugs. Fun to waggle em’. People started buying me socks and gloves that were made to look like paws. Mistress said it made me very popular.

But Kitten wasn’t good enough for Mistress. She had found out another name I used to go by. I hadn’t heard it for nearly a decade. I would like to say I simply forgot to tell Mistress about it, but deep down I was embarrassed. I couldn’t put nothing past her. Can’t pull the wool over the eyes of a Goddess I guess.

She read the title of my story. I couldn’t believe she even found it, let alone printing it up all nice like it was an actual book. “Little Red Riding Slut and the Big Fucking Wolf, by FairyGirl69.”

Her voice made me all horny when it got like that. When excitement bled into her normally perfect poise. And when Mistress got excited, she made plans. When she made plans... well… Pavlov’s pussy I guess. My cunt drooled.

“Tell me, Kitten. Who is FairyGirl69?.”

“Do I have to, Mistress?” I was laying on the innocent young girl shtick. Mistress had taught me how to do it right. I was nearly thirty but had a baby face. I still couldn’t buy cold medicine without getting carded. I had thought it made me unappealing, but Mistress had taught me how to use it.

The paddle struck my left cheek. She’d been favoring that side lately. It was already raw and I sputtered out a cry of pain as she repeated, “Who is FairyGirl69?”

I was bent over, tied to Mistress’ favorite fuck bench in nothin’ but a pair of cat ears. My legs spread wide. She had my ankles far apart strapped to the bindings built into the floor. There was this fella I had never seen before. He silently pumped his meat as he watched from the corner. But that didn’t bother me. Admitting the truth, now that was just plain humiliating. “I am, Ma’am. It’s… it’s my old pen name.”

She had me paint her fingernails a dark olive green this morning. Mistress rewarded that effort by dragging them across my back as she questioned me. “When did you write this?”

“College, Mistress.”

“And is your first time writing erotica?”

I swallowed hard. I considered not answering. I liked to fight it, made it so much more interestin’ then giving in too quickly. But my ass was already sore and I didn’t know what else she had in store “Yes.”

She dug he nails deeper into me. I made a mental note. Clean my skin from under her nails before bed tonight. She liked it when I was attentive to detail. “Tell me, Kitten. Why did you write this.”

I answered softly, making sure to sob and create the illusion of hesitation. “I… I always loved fairy tales, Miss. When I was little I used to read Grim’s over and over. When I went to college, I did this report. It was how one story was told differently all across the world.”

“And that story was Red Riding Hood?”

“Yes, M-Mistress. Ow! Oh! Please, that hurts so much!” She was getting carried away with her scratches. I liked it when she lost control. Something about this particular fantasy excited her. It also seemed to be working for the stranger Mistress brought in. The man had climaxed as I squirmed. I felt a sense of pride. Guy hadn’t been allowed in for more than three minutes and pop goes the weasel.

“So how did we go from a school report to this?” She started flipping through, grinning ear to ear.

My face had to be bright red. Mistress had trained me to be bold. She had trained me to embrace my perversions. Any more, humiliation was almost always an act. Maybe that’s why she dug up somethin’ private, real personal like. I was simply dripping down my leg. Mistress was good at finding new boundaries I never knew I had simply so she could cross them.

“I found out that some of the old stories were… I mean, they weren’t like the kid’s stories. They were dirty.”

She laughed, “Oh! I must hear more about these dirty fairy tales.”

“Ok,” I sniffed. I knew that pervert from the park would hear this. I knew he liked me all vulnerable. I laid it on thick. “I… I found out in some versions the wolf doesn’t eat Red Riding Hood. He… He does other things. Terrible things.”

Mistress walked to her wall of toys, selecting from the collection of cocks. She thought about her options. I grew excited. I knew I was probably gonna be fucked, but it was never a sure thing. She sometimes wore her strap over her pants and never used it. The tease, it drove me up the wall. “Details, details. I can’t make your fantasies come true if you hold back.” She selected the thick, stubby cock. Damn, she was in a mood. That one always hurt.

“Mistress, th-that one is too big. No! No please! It just can’t fit!” She winked at me, knowing I never really meant ‘no’ but she appreciated the performance. The stranger in the corner did as well. He started masturbatin’ again. “I’m sorry, Mistress. You.. you know best…”.

“What did the wolf do to Little Red Riding Hood?” She locked the cock into her harness with an evil fuckin’ look in her eye.

“The wolf would strip her in some stories. In one French version, she was made to dance naked for him. There was a lot implied that he might have done. But the contemporary stories, well they did more than imply.”

“My, what an academic answer! And what do you mean by ‘contemporary stories’?” She lathered lube onto the dildo as she got into position behind me. I was startin’ to feel all giddy.

“Um, the ones I found on the internet.” I couldn’t help but smile thinking about them. They were an awakening. Back when I was a timid little nerd that no one noticed, I had never even been on a date. But I would read em’ for hours. Really hardcore messed up shit is what really got my rocks off. “People wrote filthy stories online. The wolf would seduce Little Red Riding Hood. Sometimes he would f-f…”

“Fuck her?” She slapped my ass and I yelped. She loved it when I played bashful. She began rubbin’ her freshly prepped cock up and down between my thighs.

“Yes,” I said, my breath started to get away from me. The anticipation was eatin’ away my nerves.

“But it wasn’t always a seduction, was it? Is ‘Little Red Riding Slut and the Big Fucking Wolf’ about a girl getting wooed?”

I answered quietly. “No, Mistress.”

“Why is that?”

I wanted to think on that one, not that Mistress was gonna give me much time. So I just said what came to my head. “It’s cause’… I wanted someone, some Big Bad Wolf, to take me away. I was supposed to marry a nice guy, settle down. I was so afraid of that.”

She spoke softly and sweetly to me, but I could tell she was chompin’ at the bit. “What’s so wrong with that? Isn’t that what all good girls want?” Mistress rarely asked a question she didn’t know the answer to, but really loved to hear ya say it.

“I… I wasn’t a good girl Mistress. I wanted it rough, for it to hurt and to be used. I wanted to tell someone ‘no’ just so they would do it anyway. I liked the idea of being taken away and having everything I shouldn’t ask for forced onto me. That way I couldn’t feel bad about havin’ it.”

She leaned over, pressin’ that chubby little cock against me. She whispered, something that wasn’t meant for the man in the corner. It wasn’t meant for the pervert from the park. Just for me. “Have you been happy since I’ve stolen you away? Not that it matters, I’ll never let you go.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Those words were like electricity in my veins. I cranked my neck as much as I could, I needed to taste her lips. She was waitin’ and jammed her tongue into my mouth. Passionate and forceful and everything that made my knees shake.

Then she got back to work. “Now, then. I’ve highlighted some of your more interesting writings. Read out loud while I fuck you.” The man in the corner blew another load just thinkin’ about seeing me screwed. I had wondered if he would be fucking me till now. But he lacked control. Mistress never wasted me on boring old minute men. He must have dropped a fat load of cash to be here because Mistress charged a lot for boring.

“No, Mistress! Please! Don’t!” She grabbed me by the hair and slid the book into my hands. I scanned it over. It was so much worse than I remembered.

“The first passage, now.” She lined the dildo up to my slit, waiting for me to read.

God, it had been forever since I felt so self-conscious. I scanned the first paragraph she highlighted, it was just awful. “Big Bad Wolf knelt over me. He stroked his cock in one hand while tearing open my dress with the sharp claws of his other. He licked his lips, standing on his back legs to his full height of nearly ten feet high. ‘Too easy,’ he growled. ‘Again! Run!’ My exposed bosom heaved and I looked fearfully at his…” I didn’t want to say it.

“Read it, Kitten.” Her voice was harsh and she rubbed the head of her rubber cock up and down my slit. I cried and kicked my feet against their bonds. Of course, my compliance was a foregone conclusion, but fightin’ against it was part of the game.

“I looked at his throbbing penis veins and took off into the forest.” God, I couldn’t believe I wrote that. Then she rewarded my mortification with blunt, abrupt pain. “AHHHHH!”

Mistress was playin’ dirty. She changed it up at the last second, choosing a different orifice to keep herself entertained. The stubby cock pressed into my ass. She leaned into my hole, letting weight and gravity do the work. The cock crept excruciatingly into my tight, unprimed anus. “Throbbing penis veins? Quite the little bard you are.” She slapped my ass and I whimpered. “Next.”

I read from further down the page, the cock slowly stuffed me. The sensation pushed the air out my lungs. I was gaspin’ between sentences. “I pleaded with the brutish wolf as he tore away my clothes, leaving only my cape and hood. Grandma told me the wolf would eat me if it caught me, but as he sniffed my… OH! Mistress!” It’s always hard to concentrate when one’s ass is being fucked. “Sniffed my dirty panties he seemed to have a different sort of hunger.”

She dug her fingernails into my hips as my cunt gushed, aching with neglect. “You skipped the last sentence.”

“Mistress, don’t make me!”

She jammed her hips and I screamed. The girth of the dildo was barely fitting into my asshole and when she got all rough the pain shot down into my toes.

I was sobbing. I don’t know if it was from the punishing sodomy or the mortification of my own words. I continued “…a different sort of hunger. It was a horny hunger to fuck my virgin body.”

Mistress burst into a cruel laugh. “I love that part. Next.”

She rocked back and forth. Mistress had studied my body well, if she had screwed me any harder I couldn’t of gotten a word out. So she went shallow and slow as I mewled for her. My vision was startin’ to get blurry, but I pressed on. “The wolf drooled from both heads. His spunk fell onto my belly as spread my legs wide. I cried for mercy. No mercy would be had. He was here to violate me. His…”

Mistress grabbed me by the hair and held up my drooping head. She was pointing me toward the anonymous jacker. The audience made reading my shameful trash so much worse.

“His bloated serpent desecrated the shrine of my virginity, t-tearing down my altar of purity. I begged him to stop even though I knew my girlhood was now his and would never be returned.” The stranger came again, lowly moaning.

Mistress shot him an angry look and motioned for him to leave. Didn’t matter how much he spent, he had forgotten the rules about keeping quiet. He shamefully slipped out of the room while she continued to tear lay into my ass.

Mistress knew full well I couldn’t cum like this, refusing me even the mercy one finger would provide. “That’s enough. What do you think of your work?”

I was horny and humiliated. I considered begging her to touch me, but I knew in my gut what wasn’t going to happen. “It’s… it’s really bad.”

“It’s not bad. It’s naive.” I felt her hand in my hair. I braced for it to be pulled, but found she softly ran her hands with a disturbing gentleness. “So many metaphors, so little of the visceral experience. You were a virgin when you wrote this.”

I thought it might have been a question. But she was telling me. Of course, she knew this. She had taken every one of my firsts for herself after all. But I knew what she was getting at. “Yes,” I moaned loudly as she pushed harder and deeper inside. “I-I h-h-hadn’t even kissed a boy.”

“That’s why it was lacking.”

“Y-yes Mistress.”

“Mr. Pervert. The man who you three dollars to fuck your throat. I think he’ll make a very nice wolf.” Knowing the man from the bus would listen excited me. He was so debased, so rough. I imagined how he was gonna look at me the whole week on the bus after hearing. I could feel myself smilin’ like an idiot.

“Kitten, I am going to make your fantasy real. Then you are going to re-write this story. I want to see how you’ve grown.” She stroked me and spoke softly. It was about as loving and tender as someone could be when they’re butt fucking you silly.

Mistress went harder and harder. I became overwhelmed. I howled and moaned and begged in excruciating lust. I couldn’t stand it no more. “Please! Please Mistress!”

She jammed the whole of the rubber cock into me. My body convulsed as she pressed her hips against my ass. “You may not cum until the Big Bad Wolf fucks you.”

“No!”

She pulled out, leaving me a pathetic blubberin’ mess.

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The Wolf

I turned off the recording. I was covered in a cold sweat. I looked down and realized cum was soaking visibly through my pants from the top of my very obvious bulge.

I took the phone from my pocket and looked through for the email confirmation for the expensive restaurant I was going to take Red to. I found their phone number and called it.

“Yes, I won’t be able to make my reservation for Saturday night. Is there any availability for lunch or brunch? Oh, ok. I understand. Yes, I know the deposit isn’t refundable. Thank you.”

I didn’t know what to do next. Obviously, I needed to go to the bathroom and clean myself up. Maybe even jerk off again. But after that, I needed new plans for my anniversary. Plans that would allow me to get to the park by eleven. I had a feeling Mistress wouldn’t like it if I was late.

I wouldn’t miss this for the world.

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Red

My fucking stomach sank as soon as I saw he was calling. I knew what the bastard was going to say.

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not your fault,” I said while choking back poisoned insults. I wanted to tell him I knew all about Kitten. But just like the last few weeks, I couldn’t muster the nerve. “I can’t believe they canceled your reservation after you had it for weeks. Did they say why?”

Fucking dog of a man. I couldn’t believe the audacity of his half-assed lies.

“Wait, they canceled our reservations for someone else’s wedding? Why would they do that?” I don’t know what burned me up more. Mistress being right or that he thought I was stupid enough to believe this.

“Oh, wow. The Chef’s niece, huh? Of course I’m not mad.” I was fucking furious.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to just call him out. I should have told him I knew everything. That it was all over because I had video of him getting sucked off by some sniveling slut in cat ears.

“So should I look for a different restaurant? Oh, you already have plans? A surprise? Alright, I’ll leave it to you then.” My knuckles were white as I gripped the edge of my desk. “You’ll be late? Ok, see you tonight.” I nearly choked on my next words. “Love you too.”

I hung up the phone and nearly threw the damn thing at the wall. At the last second I found the restraint to stop myself. I fumed and paced. My recent promotion had come with a private office, which was something I really needed right now. I went over to my desk and hit the intercom button. “Steve, send my calls to voice mail and take an early lunch. I’ve got some reports I need to concentrate on.”

With my secretary sent away, I locked the door and shut the blinds. I knew what I was going to do and I hated myself for it.

It started when I got back from my trip to corporate. Fuck. It started long before that. Ever since we got engaged it felt like we did less shit together. I saw his eyes wander when we were out together. Hell, he practically eye-humped my little sister during her last visit. Not that she wasn’t doing anything to stop it. The bitch.

But a few months ago, he finally cheated on me. Should have seen that coming.

I wanted to punch something. It pissed me off that he thought he had me fooled. When I got back from my business trip, after he had mouth fucked ‘Kitten’ in the park, he left sloppy little clues everywhere. The black lipstick in his underwear. The unfamiliar smell lingering in the laundry he left for me to do. Just the general way he looked over his shoulder constantly.

I was in denial. Then I found the envelope taped to our door. I looked around, no one else had one. Someone had entered the building and taped it directly to our apartment alone.

The lettering was fancy. Think it was actual calligraphy. ‘Lessons with Mistress. Red, please meet me for tea this afternoon. Two o’clock.’ Then her address and nothing more. I had wondered if someone had set me up, a weird engagement gift or some bullshit like that. One time I went to a bridal shower had a self-proclaimed ‘sex expert’ giving blowjob lessons. It was fucking demeaning.

But it was addressed to Red. Sure, not exactly a rare nickname for someone with a full head of scarlet hair. But few people called me that except for my Fiancée. So I went, not sure what to expect.

Her house was nice. Really fucking nice. There was a big metal gate out front, surrounded by a large hedge and pressed up against the forest. Her car looked more expensive than a year’s rent. It made me think I had gotten into the wrong line of work.

Mistress greeted me over the intercom before I could even press the button. Think she was waiting for me. I was invited for tea in the parlor. And seriously, who the fuck has a parlor? It occurred to me I didn’t know what a parlor was besides rich people’s bullshit. Turned out to be a glorified living room.

Still, nice place. Comfortable. She served me tea and small cakes on this silver tray. The sort of class you see on Downton Abbey, but never in real life.

I was polite, no reason not to be. “So, Mistress… um… what is your name? It feels weird to just call you Mistress.”

She was pretty. Tall with dark eyes and long hair. When she smiled at me my heart skipped. Women didn’t normally have that effect on me. It was hard to peg down her age. Forty or fifty maybe. But she was well put together. She wore flowing clothes that showed off all her curves when she moved. Must have been expensive. “Just Mistress. Names can cause problems. So if you don’t mind, I’ll continue to call you Red.”

I was still under the impression this was some kind of business deal. “So how am I supposed to pay you if we don’t do names? Is this a cash business?”

She tittered. I didn’t get the joke. “Why would you pay me?”

“But, what’s this about lessons? I thought this might have something to do with my upcoming wedding. Maybe one of my friends gave you my address.”

“No, they haven’t.”

“Oh.” I side-eyed her. Now I had no idea what the fuck was going on. “Red is fine then. Normally only my boyfr… I mean fiancée calls me that.”

She looked me over like she was trying to figure something out. “Well, that’s exactly what I wanted to talk. You see, our neighborhood has a dog problem.”

I was wondering if she was fucking with me. “Um, I don’t own a dog.”

“That’s exactly the issue. You live with a dog, a wild one. I want him controlled.” She slid a thumb drive across the table to me. “It seems to me that you have two options. You can get rid of him or you can train him.”

So at this point, I thought Mistress might be batshit crazy. “Lady, I don’t know what you’re rattling on about. I don’t have a damn dog. I don’t want a dog. Sorry, we wasted each other’s damned time.”

She looked at me, all demure-like. Nothing shook her. Mistress then says, “Take it home. Watch it. Come back any time. Red, I consider you a top priority.”

So I go back to the apartment. I consider tossing this drive, but I think to myself, ‘It’s going to irritate the shit out of me if I don’t see what’s on here.’

I thought she just sent me some hand-cam low-production porno. Then I heard his voice. The love of my life, the man I spent five precious years with. My husband-to-fucking-be... going to town on this cat-eared bitch like she was choking and only his fuck stick could clear her windpipe.

Mistress told me to come back any time. Twenty minutes later I’m pounding on that big metal gate. She had been waiting for me. I went on a tear.

I asked what the fuck is going on. I heard her voice asking all those damn questions. She was working the camera and encouraging it. So I started tearing into her calling her every filthy swear I learned while working as a cook in college. She didn’t bat an eye.

“Why would you be upset with me? It was your dog who strayed. I provided an opportunity, a temptation. He was the one who gave in.” And I was pissed, but I couldn’t argue with that. I mean, she was parading a naked lady around the park looking to get her gob stuffed but my Fiancée was the dumbass who put his cock in crazy.

“So what’s is your angle here? This how you get your rocks off? Fuck a fella via proxy and then call in the girlfriend and tell her what you did?” I was fuming. Balling up my fists and snarling. I think I was ready to hit her.

“No, I don’t enjoy that sort of game.” She poured herself a new cup of tea. “I contacted you because it was the fair thing to do.”

“How the fuck did you even find me?!”

She took a sip and grinned. “When I went through his wallet, I only wanted his address.”

I didn’t like that answer, how my man’s stupidity led her straight to me. “So are we done then? Got everything you needed?”

“I want you to answer a question.” She asked me while reaching for a cake, “Why haven’t you cried?”

“What the fuck?” I kicked over the serving table, sending uneaten pastries all over her expensive ass carpet. “Am I not doing this right? Would it be more fun if I was bawling on the floor in a fetal fucking position?”

“Not at all. Your reaction is quite pleasing. I find your genuineness endearing. But please answer me, have you even shed a single tear?”

Mistress was surprisingly straight forward, considering all the games she liked to play. Enough so that I stopped and considered. “No. Maybe it hasn’t hit me yet. Right now I’m more angry than anything.”

“Angry? How do usually deal with anger?”

“What, are you a psychologist all of a sudden?” She gives me this look like she knows my answer but just wants to hear it. My head was spinning. It was a lot to take in. “I guess I don’t. I just…”

I got stuck on my words. But Mistress seemed to have an idea. “You just let it burn. You let it destroy you from the inside. You push it down, hoping the feeling will just go away. You put on the mask of a polite young lady and never let it out.

“Yeah, I guess that’s it. And ironically this whole conversation is pissing me off. Goodbye.” I started to storm off when she called to me.

“I like you, Red. I just want what’s best for you. I see a lot of potential in you. In both of you, actually.”

“Potential? What the fuck are you getting at?” Very little seemed real at this point. My world had been thoroughly blown apart and Mistress was behind everything

“First, let me give you something. Do you have anything special planned before your wedding? A trip? A big date perhaps?”

I thought about it, “We have our anniversary coming up. Why?”

So then Mistress does the craziest shit. She walks over to this small painting. Then like a damned movie, she slides it aside and there’s a safe behind it. She opens it up and produces a wad of cash. “Ten thousand dollars. That’s yours to keep. We’ll call it an apology for my part in upending your life. But hear me out.”

Now, my initial instinct was I should just be done with it. I was going to go home and pack my shit. I would write a letter and leave that asshole the thumb drive. But I’ve never had much growing up and found it hard to argue with money being thrown into my hands. “Fine, what do you want?”

“I want to make a bet with you.”

“What?”

“Your Fiancée is going to abandon you on your anniversary. I’m going to tempt him. He will be with my Kitten that night. At least that’s what I’m going to gamble on.” She seemed pretty damn sure about herself.

“Wow. That’s a fucked up.” I had never held ten thousand dollars before and was flipping through the bills. “But stop the song and dance. What are you proposing, exactly?”

She smiled sweetly. It gave me the creeps. She was having a grand old time. “If he doesn’t; if he stays with you just as he plans to, I’ll pay you fifty thousand the next morning. Just do me a favor and dump him. He’ll eventually cheat again and be useless to me.”

My mind was all fuzzy thinking about how casually this lady threw down a wad of dough like that. It was a down payment on a house. A fucking fortune to me was chump change to her. “And if I lose?”

“Then I train you to train him. You give me a few weeks. Then you come to a party I’m hosting. That’s it.” She extended her hand, offering to seal our wager.

I considered asking for this in writing. But Mistress had been nothing but brutally honest throughout our interaction. I had no reason to think she wouldn’t cover her bet. So I put the money in my pocket, stood up, and shook her hand. “What sort of party?”

She just smirked. I wasn’t going to get that answer anytime soon.

I went home. Tried to wrap my mind around everything that happened. I considered washing my hands of everything. If I broke up with him before our anniversary I was still walking out with ten grand in my pocket. I wrote some nasty letters. I practiced telling him off. Hell, I even considered sending the video to his mother, just to really fuck with him.

I looked back at the thumb drive. It was still in my computer. A disgusting video of my future husband slamming his cock down a stranger’s mouth… so why did I have the urge to watch it again?

Maybe just one more time. That’s what I needed to build up the gumption to kick his ass to the curb. I pressed play. I sat there until it was over. Then I started it again. Then again.

He was rough, like a fucking animal. And he said the most disrespectful shit to her. He would never dream of trying that with me. But there was this nasty look in his eyes that was too god damned familiar. I had seen it when we made love sometimes. When I had to tell him to slow down because he got too rough.

It was about then I realized I was moist. I had been nearly drooling. I liked watching it. I liked listening to the wet slapping and slurping. It made me horny. Like, really fucking horny.

That brings us back to my office. Still pissed off and horny.

I took a small, unassuming tube of ‘lipstick’ from my purse. I opened my skirt and spread my legs. I turned the base of my stealthy little toy and it buzzed to life. Then with a mixture of shame, pleasure, and anger, I played with myself while watching my husband-to-be play out all his darkest fantasies.

I slid the vibrator in and out at just the right angle. I carefully massaged my clit with one finger. Slowly and gently, I got off while watching him throat fuck that sexy little kitty freak. Fuck, why does this always make me cum so hard?

So in my post orgasm breathlessness, I thought about the bet. Maybe I hadn’t lost yet. If I could keep him with me I would have enough to start my life over.

Or maybe I wanted to lose, see what sort of game Mistress was playing.

Either way, I was too proud to make it easy for her. I would go down fighting. It was the principle of the thing after all.

I just needed to keep that cheating bastard with me for one night and then I could be rid of him.

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The Wolf

Red suspected nothing as I scrambled to make new plans for our anniversary. But unbeknown to her, she was making it quite hard. Throughout the week she would suggest we go away for the weekend. She even offered to pay for it, though I don’t know where she thought we would get the money for that.

But during the week, I had no idea what got into this woman. Red was absolutely all over me. Her sexual appetite have always had ups and downs, but it was never like this. It started when I got home that night to find her cooking supper.

“Dinner’s in the oven, but it’ll be a while. Would you like an appetizer?” She had never been incredibly domestic, so I was surprised as I took off my shoes and went to the kitchen. I figured I would give her a peck on the cheek and go jerk off in the bathroom. I had been hard all day because of Mistress’ invitation.

“I could…” She was wearing an apron. Only an apron. It was cinched tight around her tiny waist and her tight ass hung out the back. I realized we always had sex with the lights off anymore. I had missed all those freckles that hid under her clothes. “I could eat.”

Red bent over the table and spread her legs wide. “So then, why aren’t you eating?”

And I did. Her small ass in my face as I licked her cunt from behind. She wasn’t as dramatic as Kitten. She didn’t moan and scream. The closer she came, the more her breaths became jagged and sharp. She gripped the table and repeated ‘Yes’ with progressively higher pitched chirps. Her back arched and her telltale low, sensual moan of sounded her orgasm. “Pretty tasty snack. What else are you serving?”

“Oh just shut the fuck up and take your dick out. Keep me going.” Red was never this direct about sex. And of course, I was ready to comply. I fucked her on the table, then the floor, then on the counter. We screwed until we realized there was smoke coming from the oven and then ordered pizza. Then she fucked my brains out until we fell asleep.

Every day was like that. I was tired, not that I minded being kept up late. She had turned off my alarm, instead opting to wake me with handjobs, blowjobs, or just mounting my morning wood.

Then I would go to work and see Kitten on the bus. She had begun panting when I sat next to her. Her fists balled up. She gritted her teeth and her lips trembled as she fought against her perverted grin. I tried to imagine what she might look like, all dolled up as Little Red Riding Hood. I had to beat off every day when I got to work.

Red wasn’t letting up either. It wasn’t just when we were alone together. She sent me naughty pictures from work. Hell, on Friday she asked me to pick her up some lunch and bring it to her office. It turned out to be an excuse for some mid-day dick.

You might have thought I would have had my fill, that with such lavish treatment, I would have forgotten all about Pussycat Park and the naughty fairy tale that awaited me Saturday night. Honestly, Red’s libido just made mine worse. And no matter what she did to me, the darker urges remained unsatisfied.

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Kitten

Mistress had been pulling out all the stops for tonight. She brought in her tailor, not content with some store-bought lingerie. He had made me outfits before, a funny older pervert who had specialized in what he called ‘erotic couture’. A few times he was invited to watch me put it to work. He enjoyed seein’ the fruits of his labor in action, a real craftsman. I liked him.

“Mistress, are you sure about the length of the hem? Doesn’t it seem long? Not exactly easy access.” He ran his hand down my thigh, placing pins in the unfinished garment. He was always so unnecessarily handsy when he worked. I was getting wet, but to be fair Mistress hadn’t let me have an cum in a week. And her teasin’ had gotten relentless.

“Yes. We aren’t going for slutty.” Mistress was beaming. It had been a long time since she was this excited. She had prepared me to be fucked before, prepared me to be loaned out and roughed up. But now she was in a joyous delirium. “This mark has an innocence fetish, though I doubt he’s quite realized it. Kitten caught his eye on the bus in her street clothes, after all. But Kitten figured him out right away. Didn’t you, Baby Girl?”

I swooned, ‘Baby Girl’ was a name reserved for special occasions. “Yes, Mistress. He’s a real piece of work. There’s a way fellas like him look at me. Like they want to tear me apart. They want to defile somethin’ pure. Innocent. Reluctant. Unwilling.”

“Virginal.” She smiled at me knowingly, and I giggled. “You’re such a warped little slut.”

The tailor removed the half-finished garment. I was nearly naked. He stared at my body and smiled. “Look at those damp panties. Someone’s going to have a fun night.” He reached between my legs and ran his thump up the dampness. I bristled and moaned.

“Enough of that now.” Mistress playfully swatted his hand. “She’s got a big day ahead. We still need to take her to get her hair and nails done. Remember, don’t be shy with the ribbons and bows. I want her to look like she walked right out of a storybook.”

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The Wolf

Saturday came, and for the first time in a week, I was up before she was. I made her breakfast in bed. Banana pancakes and hot chocolate. She had a little but said she would rather start her day with some meat. She didn’t mean bacon.

With that, I was already an hour behind. I had scheduled to be home by around five o’clock. We could finish the day by having sushi delivered from her favorite place. Before her insatiable want of me had started, I assumed that was plenty of time. Sex was nearly a given for an anniversary. Still, I thought we would be done by seven or eight and then I could sneak out at night.

I had to beg her to get dressed. It was like she was deliberately trying to make this difficult. I shouldn’t have complaints. After all, she was fucking my brains out. I would have thought I was in heaven just a few months. But the wicked pleasures I experienced with Kitten were unshakable.

Red wore a tight yellow sun dress that hadn’t left her closet in years. When I got into the car, she cranked the air conditioning. It was frigid, and when I looked over I saw her hard little nipples pressing out of fabric.

“Oh, I left my glasses in my purse!” My heart skipped. I always had a thing for glasses; she wore them when I first met her. But she opted for the advantages of her contact lenses and I rarely got to see her in them.

Red suddenly took off her seatbelt and bent over the gap between our seats to find them. The tantalizing smell of her pussy drew my attention before I noticed her bouncing ass was bare. “There we go, how do I look by the way?”

I felt like my brain had short-circuited. How long had it been since she went all out to turn me on? There was no doubt everything she wore was specifically chosen to turn me on. The blaring horn of an oncoming truck drew my eyes back to the road before I drifted into the other lane. “Oh shit!” I tugged the wheel and straightened the car.

“That good, huh?” Red was beaming, and I wanted to kiss every freckle on her nose.

I put more thought into our new date than I had in a long time. I thought about some of our best dates, her favorite places, her favorite foods. We went to the aquarium, the pier, and then the botanical gardens. Sure, I wanted to tire her out. But I loved her, I was planning to marry her. I wanted the day to see her smile.

It worked, but my schedule was going horribly. Red had never been much for public displays of affection. But today she was taking risks I never thought her capable of. At the aquarium she had me finger her in the low lights of the ‘Depths of the Ocean’ display.

At the pier, we played some carnival games and watched some of the street performers. She clung to my arm and we laughed and talked about our upcoming wedding. Then she led me under the pier where she lifted her dress. She asked, “What are you waiting for?” Then with her back against a piling, we fucked standing while countless strangers walked above us. When we stepped back into the sun, I could see my cum running down her thighs.

When we walked through the botanical gardens, she had the innocent wonder I had almost forgotten about. She ran from plant to plant, reading about them and smelling every kind of flower. It was not only cute, but made me randy as hell. I was the one who took the initiative this time. I dragged her off the path when no one was looking. We hid behind some bushes in a remote corner of the gardens.

Apparently, we weren’t the only people who were romantically enchanted by the gardens. They had cameras everywhere. She was riding me cowgirl while we both stifled giggles when a man’s voice from the path informed us we needed to get dressed and come out. We had never received a life-time ban from a business before.

I realized as we left that I had completely lost track of the time. I had been hours behind my schedule. If we didn’t get kicked out of the gardens I would never be able to make my late night rendezvous.

We picked up the sushi on the way home. We laughed and talked like when we first started dating. I fed her the sour pickled plum sushi that she loved. Together we polished off every piece of yellowtail and tamago and then she took me back to the bedroom.

I undressed while she went to the bathroom. She came out in a slutty, cheap schoolgirl uniform. The kind you would get for a few bucks around Halloween and damn did she look amazing in it. She kissed me, adjusted her glasses and hesitantly said, “You… you can do anything you want to me. You can get as rough as you like.”

Despite my excitement, something seemed off. It was hard to put into words, but this felt so unlike the Red I knew that I found myself feeling… guilt. I didn’t feel bad about cheating Hell, I took pride in the way I roughed up Kitten. But Red was different.

I tried to play along at first. I ripped open the cheap button up shirt. I tossed her small body onto the bed. I tried speaking dirty with her, the way that came so naturally when I was with another woman in the park. But the more I did, the less I enjoyed it.

I had her bent over, she was shaking. I thought of her offer. Anything I want. I had tried anal. I had brought it up a long time ago. But she shot me down so harshly, calling it a disgusting desire. I never asked again.

But now she was bent over, the plaid skirt flipped up over that tiny, tight little ass. Her cheeks were spread wide, and I brought my cock to her brown hole.

I gave it a probing push. She was shaking, and despite her buried face in the pillow, I thought I heard her crying. That dirty excitement I felt in the park, the sinful lust to use someone for my pleasure. It was there, but it was tainted in a way that made me feel sick. I gave one more weak thrust, and she cried out, “Gentle!”

Red wasn’t Kitten. I realized I didn’t want the same things from them. I thought of Mistress’ question. When I was blowing my load on some stranger’s face after fucking her mouth. She had asked me if I wanted that for my fiancée. I had lied. I didn’t.

I rolled her over, kissing the freckles on her nose. I whispered loving words, telling her how beautiful she was. Then I made love, but how she liked. She still seemed rattled. Her body quivered the entire time. But she embraced me, wrapping her legs around and pulling me tight. It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn’t flashy, but there was something pure about how Red came. I loved her deeply.

But that filthy pleasure, the one that came from her cries and reluctance, was awakened. And I knew I needed to get to the park. Not wanted to, needed to. I cradled Red in my arms till she calmed down. She started drifting off to sleep. I whispered to her, “I’m having insomnia again. I’m going to head out for a walk.”

She nodded her head, half asleep. I kissed her soft lips and curled into the warm blankets. I looked at my watch, it was almost time for me to be there. I was late leaving the house. So I quietly closed and locked the door. Once I was outside, I broke out in a sprint toward Pussycat Park.

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Red

Hell, I just let him go. I didn’t know why. All I needed to do was keep him for another hour.

After the whole week of trying to seduce him into compliance, I fell apart. Whatever he needed, I didn’t have it. I tried to be like the Kitten from the video. The little slut he had found so fuckable. Even with fifty thousand dollars on the line, I couldn’t muster the courage to submit to that treatment, even for one night.

After he left, I stared at the clock. I wondered how long he would be gone and what he was doing. Then around midnight, I heard a soft knock on the door. I knew who it was. I wrapped my robe around myself and ushered her in. “Mistress. Come to brag?”

“Bragging is uncouth. I’m here as a friend. I know it was a hard week for you.” She was so fucking elegant and poised and out of place in my shitty little apartment. “Do you want to talk?”

I sighed and went to put the kettle on the stove. “Probably not the good shit you’re used to, but I have some tea. Sit down.”

“Most gracious of you, thanks.” She sat at the table as I started throwing some tea bags into my best mugs. “They will be a few hours.”

I grunted, staring at the kettle. We sat in silence for a minute. Suddenly I felt the need to defend myself. “I could have won the bet.”

“Oh?” I brought her cup and sat across the table from her.

“I’ve been fucking him at every opportunity all week. And it’s been really fun actually. And this has been the first time since… I can’t remember. He thought about me and planned out a really nice day. We had a lot of fun.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It was. And I just… I had him tonight. Right up until…” I trailed off, trying to decide what happened.

Mistress put her hand over mine. She was oddly comforting. “I think I understand.”

“Do you? Because I sure as fuck don’t.”

“How many times have you watched it?” I followed her eyes. She had spotted the thumb drive she gave me in my laptop.

My shoulders slumped at being called out, but it was weirdly nice to have someone to talk to. Getting off to my partner’s infidelity isn’t exactly normal girl talk in my social circles. “It’s not like I kept track. A lot.”

“And you liked it?”

I was getting moist thinking about it. “No. I mean, I did. I got off to it. But, did I like that? It’s really fucked up.”

“Red, I like you a lot. I think you’re a smart, strong woman. But often it’s hard for women like us to admit to our more, well, fucked up desires. So be honest with me. Be honest with yourself.” She took a long sip of her tea, her eyes dissecting my shattered emotional state as she chose her words. “Did you ever want to be treated like Kitten was?”

“No. I thought maybe I did. That’s what I tried tonight. I gave him permission to do whatever screwed up thing he imagined.”

“And?”

“He wasn’t into it. He tried, maybe just because I told him to. But at the last second we both chickened out. Then, well, he comforted me and made me feel loved. Still, I felt like a failure.”

Mistress pulled her chair closer to mine. “Kitten is a dirty girl. She likes to be treated in ways that would make most run in terror. I like that about her.” She reached around my shoulder, hugged me. “But that’s her. You’re you. That’s no failure. I think your Dog knows that too. He may have a perverted little mind, but he loves and respects you.”

“So he’s off doing some fucked up shit with your little slut because… he loves me?” I was getting angry at the implications.

“Oh no, he’s doing that because he has needs that you simply are incapable of handling. Just as you have desires that he can’t fulfill, at least on his own.”

I sniffed and held my tears. For the first time since this started, I felt like crying. “What do you mean by that?”

She got up and walked to my computer. She picked it up and brought it over to me. “You’re over thinking this.”

“What do you mean?”

She opened the file, let it play. As always, I had a hard time looking away. “You don’t want to be Kitten. But you like watching that Dog of yours fuck her mouth.”

We watched together, it was exciting to share the experience. To share this messed up obsession with someone else. I turned up the volume. I liked when my man… no… my Dog made her gag and cry. Mistress sat beside me and untied my robe. When it was over, she started it again.

With Mistress beside me, I slid my fingers into my pussy. I couldn’t believe how wet I was, that I was doing this in front of her. “What is he doing to her now?”

Mistress massaged my breasts with tenderness. She kissed me, it was the first time I had kissed a woman like that. Passion and heat filled my head. Then she whispered in my ear, “Do you really want me to ruin the surprise?”

“So… oh…” I could feel the heat in my pussy build. I had never had someone watch me get off and it was fucking amazing. “So you’ll show me?”

“You lost the bet, after all. We have arrangements to make for the next few weeks. I’ll show you then.” She kissed me again, the sloppy noises from the computer pushing me hard to climax. “But it’s more fucked up than you imagine.”