Logging Camp Ch. 02

Fortunately for her, Tilly had set a large roast cooking in the crockpot early that morning with a few veggies thrown in for flavor. All she had to do was slice and serve it. She also put tossed together a side of buttered string beans and put them under the broiler to roast for a few minutes. When she turned around, Silko was standing in the doorway to the kitchen in his birthday suit, looking quite hopeful.

"Silko," she growled, covering her eyes with one paw. "When I said freshen up, I didn't mean that kind of fresh and you know it."

"But Mistress, I—"

"Don't 'but mistress' me, you go get some clothes on right now," she ordered. "I told you we'd play safe, and being naked in the kitchen with hot pots and pans is not safe."

Even more downcast, Silko left the kitchen. Tilly peaked from between her fingers to see if it was safe to look yet. That pup was far too sexy for his own good. His fluffy fur couldn't hide the hard, logging-sculpted muscles. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, strong thighs, and (heaven help her) he was hung like a wolf twice his size. Turning the little fuzzball into her personal bitch could be just too much fun. But she forcefully reminded herself that she needed to find out what he wanted and needed in a dom before they got to the good parts. He was probably a virgin, or at least the next best thing to it. From his behavior and age, she suspected that most of his real-life experience as a sub had been with shadow-mistresses (female beasts who dominated from behind the protective screen of a phone or computer) or from fantasy stories on some erotic literature website. She needed to tread carefully because even though she was only a dom in the bedroom, she knew she could easily take him apart and destroy him.

After taking a few deep breaths to get her own raging hormones under control, she filled two plates with roasted meat and vegetables and set the table. Silko came back, dressed in clean jeans and a nice t-shirt but looking quite deflated and disappointed.

"Have a seat, Mr. Silko." She gestured to the chair opposite hers on the small kitchen table. "You need to eat, and we need to talk."

He obediently sat and started picking at his dinner. However, it wasn't long before he was ravenously shoveling the food into his mouth.

Tilly chuckled a little, but asked in a concerned tone, "Didn't they feed you up on the mountain?"

"The guys stole... most of the meat," he muttered between mouthfuls. "They said...girls didn't need it. Cook...always wrapped up...the leftovers for me...He understood about the guys."

She shook her head in disapproval. She made a mental note to talk to her HR director about setting up some sort of check-and-balance system that would stop that sort of bullying. Good-natured heckling and hazing was one thing, but a logger weak from hunger could make a fatal error, and that would cause problems for everyone. Still, there was nothing she could do now but feed the poor pup. She held off talking while they ate, but every once in a while Silko would moan his appreciation or lick his lips enthusiastically and Tilly would have to close her eyes and think of conifer growing statistics to get her mind off of what was going to happen later. After they had both finished her dinner, she put her silverware down and pinned him with a stern look.

"Alright, cupcake, I gave you the ground rules before. Now I want to know what you like, what you don't like, and what sort of experience you've had," she said firmly.

"Well," he shifted nervously. "I'm up for anything. I haven't had much in-person experience...my last mistress dominated me over webcam."

"So you don't know what you want, only that you want a female to force herself on you," Tilly surmised.

"I guess..." he mumbled, even more embarrassed.

"Are you clean?" she asked.

"I didn't shower—" he started.

"I mean, are you disease free?" she amended.

"Yes," he replied, blushing until his ears were bright pink. "I...uh...haven't really...done much with someone in real life."

She had been right. He was pretty much a virgin.

"So, tell me in detail," she instructed, leaning forward on her elbows and tenting her fingers diabolically, "What have you done?"

"I've...um...played with a few toys in the back door. I've tried to tie myself up, but it was really hard and I was always afraid I'd get stuck," he confessed. "And I did most of it at the direction of my mistress."

"What was your favorite thing?" she inquired.

"I love having something pushed inside me," he replied. He blushed as he continued, "It doesn't matter if it's my mouth or backdoor. And I really, really want to have a mistress sit on my face. The one mistress I met in person let me lick her a little." He ducked his head in shame. "But I don't think I was very good at it because it didn't last long."

Tilly smiled encouragingly. "Anything else?"

"Yes...I...liketobespanked," he blurted out. "I had to spank myself a lot, since my mistress was only on webcam, but it was really nice."

"Good, good," she praised him. She knew it was hard to confess fantasies to a virtual stranger, especially when those fantasies may or may not be filled in the near future. "I think I have a good idea of what to do. I just need you to answer one more question: What was the worst for you?"

"Um..." he hesitated.

"I need an honest answer, Cupcake," she insisted. "You have to trust me for us to do this, and I do not want to betray that trust, even by accident."

"Ok...I really didn't like the bag," he said barely above a whisper. "One mistress...the last mistress...made me put a black plastic garbage bag on my head as a punishment..." He looked up suddenly, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry—I didn't mean to make you angry! You can do that if you really want to."

Tilly realized she had been growling deep in her chest at the idea of another beast carelessly trying to suffocate this pup. She closed her eyes and made a conscious effort to relax the snarl on her face. "It's alright; it's not your fault. I was just upset that someone would be so stupid. You could have really hurt yourself, and it was irresponsible of her in a hundred different ways. I promise, we won't be doing anything like that."

Silko relaxed a little.

"Anything else?" Tilly asked.

"Not really—I just haven't had a lot of experience...I hope you don't mind," he added, his ears drooping and his eyes looking up at her, beseechingly.

"I'll tell you this, Silko: I like training my subs. You are almost a blank slate, which is fine with me. It means you will have fewer bad habits. Now, let me tell you what I like," she said with a wicked smile that made him perk up. "I love pegging, so I'm glad you like to take it up the arse. I also love my subs orally servicing me, so I will help you develop those skills. I do enjoy some sensory deprivation, but we'll avoid a bag for a while. I enjoy shibari from an aesthetic perspective, but a couple pairs of leather cuffs on the Andrew's cross do just as well for my purposes and is much easier to get out of in case of an emergency. I enjoy candles and hot oil, flogging, crops, paddling, and things that vibrate. I do not enjoy whining, non-consensual play, or constant verbal abuse. Even though you are a sub, I do not see you as worthless. I don't abide useless beasts in my business or in my bed, so please do not put yourself down. It's actually quite a turnoff for me. I might call you names, but they are not meant to be derogatory; they are more possessive and descriptive of a roll. I may place my paws around your throat as an act of dominance, but I will not actually choke you. I don't do scat or blood play. In fact, if you start bleeding, the game ends until we have you properly bandaged. I have been playing with BDSM relationships for many years and I have heard all the horror stories, and even seen a few myself. You might have some ideas about how far we can push things, but I will at no point compromise your safety. Are we clear?"

"Yes, mistress," Silko drooled, his eyes glassy with lust.

Tilly sighed and shook her head, but was unable to keep from smiling. The pup probably only heard half of what she had said. Well, as the senior player in this, it was her job to educate him.

"Then my first order of the game is...Go to your room, remove all your clothes, shower and thoroughly clean yourself, then put some fresh undergarments on. Wait for me kneeling by the door to the playroom," she commanded.

Silko looked a little confused, but hastily left the table to comply. Tilly couldn't help but chuckle again as she gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Then she went to her room to prepare.

Even though the prospect of molding this pup into her perfect plaything was exciting beyond belief, her heart was pounding with nervousness. It had been a long time since she had played with a beast in this way. The last time...well, it hadn't ended well. She fortified herself with a full coverage corset and black panties, so that all the essential bits were completely covered. He had quite the active imagination, so she would let him use it. She also slipped on some nice heels for him to lick. She brushed her hair and applied chapstick, and then scolded herself for being so fussy. That dog was lucky to have her for a few nights; he knew it...now of only if she believed it.

Finally, she left her room. She found Silko obediently sitting with his backwards boxers, looking up at her with shining blue eyes. She patted his head.

"You catch on quick, cupcake," she praised him.

"Thank you, Mistress," he replied, his voice husky with arousal.

"Follow me." She opened the door to the playroom and walked in.

Unsure of his standing orders, Silko crawled after her. Once again the scope of the furniture and potential of the room took his breath away. He was painfully hard and panting from the excitement of it all.

Tilly wanted to start slow, so she went over to the boudoir and pulled out a large leather collar with chrome studs.

"First, I want to teach you a few simple poses," she said. "Start by kneeling again."

Silko knelt like he had in the hallway.

"Widen your knees," she ordered. "Back straight. Paws resting on your thighs. You may look down while you are waiting on me, but when you are in my presence, I want your eyes to be following me at all times."

He dutifully adjusted his pose, watching as she walked around him in an appraising way.

"Much better. I want you like this every time I ask you to kneel. Next, pretend you are a table or a footstool. Get on all fours. Straighten your back. Suck in your belly," she said as she toed his middle to emphasize the command. "Widen your knees until you can rest on your elbows and still keep your back level."

He adjusted again, working to keep his stomach sucked in.

"Good. This will take some work to get good at, but I like using you like this as a furry footstool," she half-teased, brushing one of her heels along his back. He shivered in anticipation. "Now back to kneeling." He obliged. "Now front paws all the way out in front of you, thumbs together, fingers closed, palms flat on the floor. Come on, lean forward so that your chin touches the floor." Then her voice took on a new, harder edge. "This is how you grovel after you've done something wrong. This is how you ask for a punishment to clear the books. This is how you pose when you confess your sins to me. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied. Just being in this pose gave him goose-bumps.

"Good. Back to kneeling," she instructed, her voice soft again. "Now front paws between your knees, and bend your head forward."

He obeyed without question. Then she wrapped the collar around his neck and buckled it gently at the back.

"There. Now you're ready for the rest of the night," she murmured in his ear.

His heart stuttered and then pounded painfully in his chest as the buckle clicked closed.

"Stand up," Tilly ordered. He stood quickly and wobbled a little at the sudden rush of blood in his ears. "Here. Now." She pointed to the pillory.

He obediently bent over a smooth wooden bar that was at hip-height and rested his head and wrists in the half-circle hollows of the bottom plank. In this position, his torso was stretched out and vulnerable. He had to rely on the pillory and hip-bar to keep from falling over. She carefully closed the pillory top, trapping him quite effectively, and locked it with a simple latch.

"Now, I do like some word-play with my pets, so feel free to talk, moan, or even scream," she said as she went to the chest of drawers. She started searching in the top drawer for something as she spoke to him. "Can you think of why I had you put your boxers on?"

"Um...a test, mistress?" he guessed.

"Partially," she agreed. Then she pulled out a small string of anal beads and a bottle of lube. "It also works as a mild chastity restriction and I like the idea of tearing clothes off of you. Besides, I don't think I should see you naked until after the collar is on. It isn't until that point that we begin our game."

She used her sharp claws to rip the cheap cotton blend off his body, roughly jerking his hips at the same time. She dropped the rags He gasped and whimpered, but didn't object. Then she caressed one of his cheeks lovingly before gently pulling it to the side and drizzling a little cold gel on his crack. He let out his breath in a whoosh. She set down the bottle of lube and then used the smallest bead on the string to slather the cool gel deeper to his tight little rosebud. After rubbing it a few times to make sure it was well lubricated, she pushed it past the first ring of muscle. Silko moaned and pushed his ass towards his mistress. She rewarded him with another, slightly larger bead. And then another, and another. The last and largest had a diameter of a little over an inch. When she finally pushed that in, the cable that connected them hung out like a second tail. A ring at the end of the cable would make it impossible to lose the toy and easy to remove later.

"We'll let those settle for a minute. Now, there is the troublesome issue of your behavior," she said, her voice filled with foreboding.

"M-Mistress?" he squeaked.

"Your behavior earlier was entirely unsuitable," she said as she went to the boudoir. She opened one of the doors and selected a large crop. She snapped it in her hand a couple of times, judging the feel of it. "Coming into the kitchen naked was a major breach of hygiene and safety. You were eager, but that is no excuse for not controlling yourself."

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he panted.

"Not as sorry as you're going to be," she growled and brought the crop down on one of his butt-cheeks. He yelped in surprise. Even through his fluffy fur, it still stung. The shock and pain made him clench around the anal beads, which filled him and brushed against his prostate most deliciously. "Count."

"One, Mistress."

She brought the crop down again, this time on the other cheek.

"Two, Mistress," he grunted.

She started to methodically punish his butt, carefully aiming each blow so that it didn't land in the same place twice. By the time they reached 39, he was whimpering and moaning. His member had extended beyond the sheath, glistening with dribbles of precum, and his legs were trembling.

"Oh, one more thing, cupcake," she added, leaning in front of the pillory to take hold of his jaw and force him to look in her dark chocolate eyes. "Don't you dare cum until I give you permission?"

He whined but nodded.

She turned away from him and plotted her next move. She should probably give him a moment to catch his breath, or he would have no hope of holding out. He would probably do better with a chastity device. She rummaged around in her drawers, making sure to clang and bang things together. Since he couldn't see what she was doing, the noises would just make him wonder nervously.

She found what she was looking for—a metal muzzle. It was like a long, large cage that would usually cover a sub's snout, but with a little work on the straps, she thought it would do perfectly for a chastity device. Silko gasped when he felt her large paw on his hip, and then gasped again when, without letting one claw touch his erection, she slid the modified muzzle around his cock. The head quickly hit the end of the cage, but the gaps between the bars were far too small for a monster like that to slip out. She deftly buckled the cage to his hips. It was a bit loose since it wasn't attached to a real harness, but it would prevent undue friction, even from involuntary hip thrusts or accidental brushes, and be a suitable distraction for him.

"That's better," she purred. "Now that you have been properly reprimanded and restrained, the real teaching can begin."

"What teaching, mistress?" Silko asked, still panting slightly from the cropping.

"For starters, teaching you how to use that long dog tongue of yours properly," she said. She released him from the pillory and he pushed himself to his feet. He wobbled a bit, but once she saw he wasn't in danger of falling, she went over to the sofa and sprawled on the butter-soft leather. He hobbled after her, the beads in his ass rubbing his prostate even as the muzzle weighed down his poor erection. Crop still in hand, she used it to point to a spot between her legs. "Here. Now."

He fell to his knees at the foot of the couch and dragged himself up so that his head was exactly where her crop had indicated.

"Start by licking on the outside of the panties," she instructed. "Bottom to top—like an ice-cream cone."

Following her instructions, he licked firmly and enthusiastically. Tilly knew her panties were already soaked with her own arousal, which didn't seem to bother the pup at all. Seeing his eager face and feeling the rhythmic pressure was a double-shot of pleasure for her. Her cravings deepened as her hormones buzzed in her blood.

"Now slide the panties to one side," she instructed her voice soft and husky. "Stay on the outside of the labia for now, but keep licking just like you were."

She could feel his paw tremble as he uncovered her treasure. His tongue was rough and a bit sloppy, but firm and long. She clenched and unclenched her hands, resisting the urge to just jump on his face.

"Now, push your tongue between the folds," she almost croaked. "And make sure you flick my clit at the top of each lick."

The first flick of his tongue almost made her cry out. As he continued, she could feel the first orgasm building up. She wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.

"Now go deeper," she grunted, shifting her hips to give him better access.

He plunged the full length of his tongue into her and this time she did moan loudly. He lifted his head for a moment, but she grabbed his ears and roughly pushed his muzzle back where it belonged. He took the hint and kept licking deeply. Inspired, his lips also moved against her to stimulate her further. It had been so long since her last coupling with a male beast, and even longer since she had dominated such a delicious sub. The resulting orgasm barreled through her like a freight train. He lapped up the explosion of juices hungrily and pushed his tongue deeper into her to collect every drop. She had to push his head away from her just so she could catch her breath.

"M-Mistress?" he murmured, his blue eyes looking up at her in confusion. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh, no, cupcake," she answered, still panting. "You did things very...very right. That was wonderful."

"Oh. I'm glad I could please you," he replied, a smile overtaking his lips.

She patted his head and stroked his ears. "I didn't pull too hard on these, did I?"

"Did you hear me say the safeword?" he countered, still grinning.