Learning The Ropes

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She always had a problem sitting still. The room was set up for beginners, for trust building and pet-breaking. The 20 year old was supposed to wait for her mistress. However once she started testing and playing around with some of the rope and toys left in the room, there was no way she could stop. Curiosity killed the cat, so they said...nothing spoken about dogs! The rope was soft to the touch, yet firm once under tension. A fact Dolly was discovering as she carefully wound the rope around her torso. Copying what she had seen done with Angel at one of their last sessions together.

"Alright, up...over...down. No wait, that's not right." her tongue slipped out of her mouth and her large eyes narrowed as she focused. The coordination and concentration to do such fiddly knots just wasn't her style. Reaching her goal with results was making her gain an appreciation for the other attests in her sizable family. Although most of them where not using their own body as a canvas.

Her meetings at Peg's had grown to twice a week. Most of the time she met with Angel. Once with Angel's mate, Scamp...and a few other times, such as this one...the young dalmatian went alone. While she had yet to admit to herself a member of this lifestyle, her visits had become frequent enough that it seemed if she wasn't at work or dealing with her family...Dolly could be found down at the large Victorian house hidden in the back-ally.

"Gaaah, this is so much harder then it looks." Dolly growled as she threaded the rope around her hips, reaching her arms behind her back to grab that loose ends of the lines.

She seemed to dance in place, her bare feet circling her around as she worked to grab the rope and pull it back around. Her thin dalmatian tail wagging as she stepped on her own foot and stumbled. Catching herself. She wore only her lace undertop and panties. Like all comers to Peg's house of pleasure, she wasn't allowed to ware street clothes up in the private rooms.

Plus, she liked the tight feel against the thin clothing. It was like being naked without being naked. She looked over her shoulder and felt for the two loose ropes that dangled over her ass. Grabbing them and bringing them together, she passed them between her legs and pulled them up.

"Yipe!" The dalmatian's eyes went wide and she let out a sharp squeal of surprise. Clearly not ready for the jolt of sensation as the crotch rope slipped between her legs and dug home. Her legs pinned together and she twisted her feet into the oriental rug. A goofy smile across her face. "Whaow, wasn't expecting that....damn, that was rad."

Dolly started to grind her hips in a roll against one another. Enjoying the soft jolts of the rope digging through her panties. She tied the rope off and let the two ends dangle at her sides. Each step she took loosened and tightened the tension across her chest and torso and moved the rope between her legs. She moaned and shivered as the lines forced her soft panties to rub against her velvet nethers, sending pleasure throughout her nerves. Of course, she couldn’t resist running her fingers lightly over her hips and stomach, feeling the rope clutching at her light curves. Her hands reaching up to cup her bound breasts.

Looking at a clock, she was still alone. Her partner was supposed to join her soon, and she wanted to be ready. Twirling around, the spritely young woman trotted over to a bookcase. It's shelves lined with books on knot building, a few toys, and boxes of implements. Looking over things, her eyes landed on a selection of bit and ballgags. Her mouth cocked to the side and an eyebrow rose as she looked them over, before settling on a rather simple red ball-gag. Good to start off with the classic. She opened up and allowed it entry, feeling the straps as she pulled them around the back of her head. Dolly did the buckle up and rolled the ball round in her mouth, she managed to almost instantly spit it out.

“Well, that was lame...” She groaned before slipping the sphere back between her teeth again, buckling the strap to the tightest hole. Immediately she felt the straps dig in and it had the effect of puffing out her cheeks. She pushed against the gag with her tongue, and spoke, albeit like she was talking into a pillow.

“Ipphh thinpphh phawat worpphhinpphhs.” Her own gagged voice made Dolly giggle.

Turning around, she struck a pose to herself in the mirror. Her agile body tightly restrained in a basic shibari. It wasn't as intense as some of the stuff she did with Angel on that first night, or their past date with Peg. But she did it herself. Each rope gripping her female flesh and tightly digging in. She rocked her bound hips side to side, murphing into the gag slightly as the gentle feeling of tension spreading over her body as she 'danced'. Satisfied with the results of her self bondage, she rolled the gag around whiten her mouth and twirled around to trot across the room. As her sisters once said; it was time to take it to the streets!

Or at least, around the beginner's room. The rest of the room was scattered with pillows and low benches, though a rack of crops and paddles next to the manacles set into the wall left no doubt of what kind of pleasures pets were to expect within.

"Enjoying yourself?" Came the voice of the Mistress. Peg stood in the doorway, having opened it while Dolly was busy admiring herself.

The dalmatian had left the remaining lines undone, and they draped along her hips. Trailing behind her legs as she twirled around the room, they tangled around a bare ankle. Dolly's arms shot out and she went wide eyed as her right leg caught the line and pulled it taught. Both sending her off balance and putting a harsh yank across the lower half of her bondage...and especially the crotch rope. The latter of which dug through the light fabric of her panties and into her folds

Dolly flopped onto the floor, catching herself with her arms. Looking out from between her two floppy ears, her cheeks blushed as she realized that her little show had an audience.

"I see someone can't keep their hands to themselves." Peg stepped in front of Dolly's head, and placed her foot before the gagged girl's muzzle. "At least you found something better to do with that mouth then keep flapping it."

She tipped the dalmatian's head up with the toe of her heel. Looking down at the young woman. What little experience Dolly had from that first play-date with Angel, was far out-shadowed by her own overzealous attitude. There was a lot of learning that would have to be done, but a lot of blank canvas to paint. She'd just have to manage. This was far too good to turn down.

Peg tapped the side of Dolly's muzzle. Causing the spotted woman to gurgle something, probably condescending, under her breath. "You wouldn't believe it, and I don't want to stoke that ego of yours. But it's a nice first try."

Dolly's thin tail started to wag.

"But I got something better for you....and it's gonna require you to loose the duds, dearie...."

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Published: 2 years ago

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