Logging Camp Ch. 03

Tilly entered the bathroom and couldn't help the delighted laugh that just bubbled up inside her. Silko had drawn the bath and added her favorite cedar-blossom bath salts. He was kneeling for her, just the way she had trained him with his knees spread wide and his paws on his thighs. He gasped a little when she walked in completely naked and started panting as he watched her long, curvy brown legs walk over and her short tail swish as she sat on the edge of the large tub.

"What a good boy," she crooned, ruffling his hair and stroking his ears. He grinned and pushed his head into her hand. "Thank you, cupcake." She swung her legs around and slipped into the hot water. "Oh! This is heavenly!" He grinned and peeked over the edge of the tub at her. Tilly smirked and lifted a footpaw. "I believed you promised me a foot massage."

"Yes, Mistress," he agreed. He eagerly took her wet footpaw and started rubbing it, trying not to tickle her. Tilly could read his honesty and enthusiasm for service easily. She found that even more satisfying than the foot rub—which felt awesome. Her business shoes alternated between corporate heels and logger's boots, neither of which were really designed for a wolverine paw. She rested the other footpaw on the tub edge and sank deeper into the warm salty water.

"Oh, I could get used to this," she groaned in pleasure. Silko started massaging the other footpaw, pleased that he could make her so happy. "I've been meaning to ask you, cupcake," she said after a moment. "How did the other loggers find out about your submissive nature?"

Silko's ears blushed hotly and he couldn't meet her eyes. "It was...a dumb game...of 'I've never,'" he finally confessed. "The first weekend of the season, a dobie from the east coast broke out a case of tequila, and we drank to a good harvest. I tried not to get too involved, but after a few rounds, one of the guys realized I wasn't drinking much and took it upon himself to figure out what I have done so that he could get me wasted. It went downhill from there."

"I don't allow alcohol in the camps," Tilly grumbled. Booze made the loggers dumb, and felling 2-ton trees with a hangover was not a good idea. They could go into town and drink themselves blind on the weekends, but there was a strict policy against drugs and alcohol. She didn't even like the loggers smoking—one accident with a lighter on a pile of sawdust could mean millions of dollars of wood burned to the ground.

"That's why he said we had to drink it all that night," he mumbled.

"Alright, Silko, this has all been nice, but I think we really need to talk," she said as she withdrew her footpaws and rested them below the surface of the water. "You may not realize it, but you've given me a lot to think about and work on, for the next season. You're technically a whistle blower, and while you're not reporting shady doings of your employer, I can't let your reports go unanswered."

"I wasn't reporting," he denied. "I—I was just answering your questions honestly."

"But you understand I can't let their behavior slide. Hazing is one thing—what they did to you put the whole team at risk. Plus, smuggling alcohol onto the camp is grounds for immediate dismissal," she replied.

"But nothing happened!" he protested in distress.

"But it could have. I have machines up on the mountains worth millions of dollars each. Not to mention how much a wrongful death lawsuit would cost me," she insisted. "I need you to identify some of these bullies so that human resources can take the appropriate steps."

"But...I don't want to cause trouble for the guys," he whimpered, obviously still afraid of them. He looked down and away, and she guessed he was regretting saying anything. The poor pup had been so cowed first by abusive mistresses and then by rough ne'er-do-wells that he couldn't stand up for himself at all.

Tilly leaned forward and gently gripped his chin to force him to look at her. "They're putting your mistress at risk. Don't you want to stop that?"

His eyes cleared as realization dawned. He wasn't alone anymore, and the abuses he endured didn't hurt only him. "Yes...mistress," he finally said, his voice sounding stronger and more confidant. "I won't let them hurt you."

"Good boy." She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was meant to be just an affectionate peck, but it quickly deepened. Her tongue touched his lips and he obediently opened his mouth to let her explore. She traced his canines and his tongue followed hers, even as she drew it back into her mouth. She bit the top of his tongue playfully, but before he could pull away she plunged her tongue back into his mouth to reassure him. When they finally broke the kiss, blood roared in her ears and lust clouded his eyes.

"Woah," she whispered as she pulled away.

"M...Mistress?" he whimpered, dazed.

"Alright, come get in the tub with me. This was supposed to be for your achy muscles after all," she said as she pushed herself back to the far side of the tub. Silko's face brightened as he happily stepped into the tub and sank into the warm water. Tilly pulled him into her lap and wrapped her arms around him. "That's better."

"Mmm...yes, it is," he sighed with satisfaction.

Tilly rested her head on Silko's shoulder. It had been so long since she had someone to snuggle and it felt so good to possess someone again. As long as she kept his warm body close, maybe the old nightmares wouldn't come back.

"Um...mistress? You're squishing me," he squeaked.

She realized that her grip was bone-crushingly tight and loosened her arms. "Sorry."

"Are...you alright?" he asked softly.

"I'm fine. How are you?" she returned, one paw trailing over his shoulder and down his muscular chest.

"I'm wonderful," he shivered.

"Mmm...yes you are..." she murmured in his ear. Her hand ventured deeper under the water and then started to gently stroke his half-erect cock. "I must admit I was quite pleased to see your endowments."

"Th-thank you?" he replied with a blush. He trembled in her arms as she gently toyed with him.

"I think in our next session, I'm going to pay a little more attention to this part of you," she planned. "I know subs don't usually get to flaunt their assets, but I always enjoy drawing out their strengths and toying with them like something...shiny."

He moaned incoherently as she stroked him until it almost hurt to be so hard.

"Yes, I will have to find entertaining ways to use this," she murmured before she let it go. He whimpered but accepted the chance to catch his breath.

She leaned back with her arms resting on the sides of the large tub and closed her eyes. Silko didn't know what to do for a moment. Finally, he snuggled into her thick damp fur, placing his head between her full breasts. He listened to the sound of her heart. He was still horribly frustrated, so to give himself something to do, he started to lick one nipple. Over and over his sandpapery togue rasped over the sensitive flesh.

Tilly had been trying to plan her next move. She was still incredibly aroused, and Silko's endowments were making her salivate. It was undignified for a dominatrix to just jump on her sub and ride him like a mechanical bull, she thought. Then she thought about what kind of things she could do with a real mechanical bull. She was imagining strapping him to the seat with all manner of plugs in every hole, and then making him ride until he passed out. Then he started licking her nipple. It felt so good. Not many male-beasts paid adequate attention to her breasts. Sure, they'd maul them, but her species seemed to give old partners the idea that she didn't appreciate tenderness. She enjoyed his exploration, and was curious to see where it would lead.

Silko shifted in the tub so that he could suckle and rub each nipple alternately. She hadn't told him to stop, and he enjoyed exploring his Mistress's body. His fingers traced the corded muscles under her pelt. She was so fit and strong, like a wild goddess of the hunt. His fingers trailed lower until he tentatively touched the sacred spot between her legs. She still didn't move, although her breathing was heavy. He stroked with this fingers watching carefully for her reaction. A lusty look had settled on her face, and he took the absence of anger at the intrusion to be a silent invitation. His fingers slipped between the folds and he slowly stroked her.

She could tell by the way he moved his hand that he was wondering and imagining what it would be like to make love to her. His throbbing member rested against her thigh and she could feel the subtle thrusts in sync with his fingers. She was tempted to let him pleasure her, but they were still in the early stages of this relationship, and it wouldn't do to let him think he could get the upper hand so easily. With a slight sigh of regret, she opened her eyes.

He froze, fingers buried to the last knuckles and his tongue curling around her left nipple.

"Having fun?" she asked.

"Yesh Mistresh," he said, not daring to retract his tongue from her nipple.

She smiled and stood up. Water cascaded from her body as she removed his hand from her nethers and his face fell away from her breast. She stepped out of the tub and opened the bottom drawer in the bathroom cabinet. She pulled out a pair of latex gloves, a bottle of baby oil, and a massive crystal clear glass plug. She dramatically put on the gloves and snapped them at the wrist. Then, oil in one hand and the plug in the other, she returned to the bathtub.

"Lean over the edge, please," she said softly. "Tail up as high as possible."

Silko obliged, bending over the end of the tub. He rested on his hands and stared at the tiled bathroom floor. His knees didn't quite hit the bottom of the tub, so most of his weight was on his hips. His member pressed into the warm tub wall. Tilly gave his rear end an affectionate slap. Then she poured oil into one hand and rubbed it between his cheeks. She oiled up his hole quite thoroughly before slipping one finger inside. He howled softly at the pleasure of her crooked finger stroking his prostate. His legs trembled with the pleasure of it all. Then she slipped in another finger and started scissoring them, widening his entrance. He knew she was stretching him for the plug.

"Look at you, my cupcake," she crooned. "Ass up, practically begging to be plundered. I know you've been pent up for so long, but you have just a little slut in you, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress," he gasped. "I have the soul of a slut. I just want you to fuck me over and over. I'm your slutty little cupcake. Smear me with your frosting. Please, mistress. Fuck me and use me. I don't care how much you hurt me as long as you keep using me forever. Own my ass hole. Own my dick. Own my mouth. They are yours."

"What a speech!" she giggled, and she inserted a third finger as a reward. She twisted them back and forth as he moaned and howled. "I didn't know my cupcake had such a dirty mouth. I like it." She finally added her pinky and slowly slid almost her entire hand into him. "You are quite stretchy. If you don't mind my asking, cupcake, what did your last mistress try to make you take that hurt so much?"

"Um...she...uh," he panted, feeling almost unbearably stretched but craving more just the same, "She told me...to take a liter soda bottle...ice cold with no lube...I just...I couldn't open up for it."

"Oh my. That's asking quite a lot without even being there to help. Shame on her," Tilly growled, still thrusting most of her hand into him. "But your ass has been wonderfully trained. I'm amazed that you could prepare it so well for me. It's like you knew all along that a she-beast like me wanted to fill your rear to the max. You are such a good boy, such a good slut to make your ass so ready for me." She poured more oil on her hand and over his anus to make sure it was still lubed up. "Now, brace yourself cupcake, and remember the safeword. I want to try something."

Silko held his breath as she pulled her fingers out, and then pushed them back in, this time accompanied by her thumb. She pushed her hand in slowly, wiggling and flexing so that the whole thing gently opened him up to the limit. Then with a soft pop, her knuckles passed the outside edge of muscle and her hand was sucked into him.

He gasped and moaned. Her hand stopped moving to let him get used to it. He clenched around her, nearly dying with the craving for the tiniest bit of friction.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" she asked with concern.

"Please," he panted. "Please, mistress, please."

"Please what?" her voice deepened with expectation and that lusty controlling note he was growing to love.

"Please, fist me," he begged. "I don't care if you destroy my ass. You hand feels so amazing. I want to be fisted like the slut I am. Please rip me apart. I'll do anything, take any punishment. I never knew I could feel so full. I want you so badly, mistress. Fuck me with your hand. Beat up my insides. Destroy me. I beg you, please."

"What. A. Slut," she declared as she started to move her hand inside him. She slowly closed her hand into fist. She pulled back, knowing that the fist was too large for his stretched ring of muscle to let pass. Silko howled as his ass was dragged backwards by her. Then she pushed forward slowly, pinning his hips against the unyielding edge of the tub. Her hand and wrist sank deeply into him. He was yowling like a coyote under a full moon. His eyes had rolled back in his head and tears of pleasure ran down his face. She pulled back and paused again with her fist almost holding him up by his ass. Her other hand wrapped around the base of his cock. It was bulging and bright cherry red. He was so hard and swollen that she was actually worried that his skin would split, so she covered him in baby oil.

"Talk to me cupcake. Use your words like a big boy."

"Fuck. Fucking fuck the damn fucking son of a fuckers dick sucking fuck!" he screamed.

She pushed forward again, faster this time.

"I should wash that mouth out with soap," she threatened as she pulled back again.

"Fuck the shit out of me!" he yelled. "Fuck me! Please! Please mistress. Fist me harder. Fuck up my ass. Please!"

She pushed forward again and again, thrusting her fist into his bowels like a piston in a diesel engine. Her pace started gently, but she increased the speed and force of her thrusts as he howled profanities in ecstasy. Her fingers on his cock stroked him ever so lightly. He didn't need much encouragement.

"Mistress! I'm going to cum. I can't stop it!" he cried. She immediately relaxed her fist and her fingers found his prostate, encouraging him to explode. He came into the bathwater as his hips bucked against the edge of the tub. He couldn't catch his breath as pleasure seized him over and over, wringing every drop of fluid from his bright red erection. Finally, she slowly withdrew her hand. She removed the glove and threw it into the trash. He shuddered, but there wasn't a drop of semen left for him to squirt. He gave a hopeless moan as his lower end suddenly felt empty and incomplete. She smiled, oiled the glass plug, and gently pushed it inside him. He sighed happily, but couldn't seem to find the strength to open his eyes.

Tilly ruffled his hair. It was obvious the poor pup didn't have any energy left. If she left him, he would probably stay bent over like that for an hour. If he slipped backwards, he'd probably drown. Taking pity on him, she picked him up. She cradled him like a small child and carried him to the guest room. She tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead.

"Keep that plug in as long as you can," she murmured. "If you can present your ass to me tomorrow morning with it still in place, I'll give you a special treat."

"Yes...Mistress," he mumbled, already half asleep.

Tilly smiled and patted his ears. "Nighty-night, cupcake. Sweet dreams."

Then Tilly went back to her room. She rooted around in her nightstand until she found her favorite toy. It looked like a phallic silicone sculpture that couldn't belong to any living beast. It was two-and-a-half inches in diameter and curved to meet her G-spot perfectly. Watching Silko take her fist up the ass like a trained professional slut had turned her on like nothing ever had before. Combined with his prep work, her hormones were buzzing in her blood like a swarm of angry bees. She needed relief badly.

She inserted the toy and slipped on a pair of panties to keep it firmly pressed into her as deeply as possible. Remote in hand, she turned on the toy so that it thrust and vibrated deliciously. She laid back on the bed and replayed the scenes from earlier that evening in her mind. She was amazed at how receptive he was, and how trusting. No wonder he had been so hurt—the pup offered his heart and body up on a silver platter after only knowing her a few hours. He had fallen so far into subspace that she had destroyed his inhibitions, if perhaps only for the evening.

She daydreamed as she slowly increased the speed of the toy. She played with her nipples and clit, thinking of a hundred things to do to him, and a hundred more orders she would give. Finally, the orgasm crested and electric pleasure swept through her body. She didn't stop as she thought about her sweet cupcake. "Smear me with your frosting," he had said, and she knew she would do that and more to him before the blizzard broke.

Finally, she turned off the vibrator and let her body come down from the orgasmic high. She knew it wasn't going to be enough. She should roll his plugged ass out of bed and ride him like that mechanical bull she had been considering earlier. She knew it wasn't dignified for a dom to masturbate while thinking of her sub. She didn't care. That pup was officially her kryptonite.

-#-@

Later that night, something heavy rested on her feet and woke her. In her half-asleep state, she kicked at it, trying to figure out what it was. It whimpered.

"Silko," Tilly sighed.

"I'm sorry, Mistress," he whispered. "I was cold and I had a bad dream. And I missed you."

She glanced at her clock, and grumbled, "It's been 4 whole hours since I last dominated you. How could you miss me in 4 hours?"

"Maybe I'm in love?" he ventured hopefully.

"Cheeky pup," she muttered. She felt around with her paw, grabbed his floppy ear, and dragged him up the bed to tuck him under the blanket and wrap her arms around him. "Warmer now?"

"Oh, yes, Mistress," he sighed, sounding completely content.

One of her hands wandered down his body to tap the large glass plug still in his ass. "You still have it," she murmured in satisfaction.

"Of course, mistress. I've spent nights with my ass filled before. This feels the best, though," he confessed.

"Such a good boy. We'll play with that more in the morning. Go to sleep," she ordered. Silko snuggled into her, pressing his rear against her hips. He fit perfectly, and her strong furry arms were so warm and comforting. He would have happily died right then, with his ass full and spooned against his Mistress in the middle of winter squall.