It was Saturday morning, the afternoon sun filtering through the branches of the trees in the park near your house, and the heavy, humid air of that day clung to your skin, uncomfortable. You walked slowly, your sneakers squeaking with every step, your fingers sweaty and tight around a black leather leash. Your heart was pounding in your chest, an irregular rhythm that betrayed excitement mixed with a hint of fear. You weren't used to being the center of attention at all, let alone in a situation like this. But in that moment, you felt different, irresistible. You were in charge.
At the other end of the leash, that Choso from mysweetdaddy.com was crawling on all fours, his knees glued to the hot asphalt and his hands resting on the ground as if they were paws. He had worn tight trousers, strictly made of synthetic fur, dark chocolate in colour, and they clung to his high, firm buttocks and muscular thighs, leaving his pale, smooth back exposed. The collar was black leather with a silver plaque, Choso, engraved in Gothic letters, that gleamed in the sun, and whenever you tugged lightly on the leash, he obeyed without hesitation, his head low, his fake plush ears drooping in submission.
An elderly couple, sitting on a bench, stared at you in horror, their mouths half open as they whispered something in each other's ears. A mother with a stroller quickly looked away, as if the sight might contaminate her child. A group of boys, not much older than you, were sneering and whispering, pointing at you. You felt heat rise in your cheeks with shame, but instead of lowering your eyes or hiding your face, you tightened your grip on the leash and pulled, forcing Choso to follow you.
"Come on, Choso," you said, your voice a little shaky but with a commanding note that wasn't yours. "Move."
Choso barely raised his head, his eyes hidden behind a black latex mask that covered half his face, leaving only his full mouth and sharp chin exposed. He didn't speak, but his breathing was labored, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, as if he were truly playing the role. You noticed his arm muscles trembling slightly, sure not from fatigue, but from the excitement of being exposed, of being used in public.
"Good," you murmured, stroking his head with your fingers. The synthetic fur on his pants was soft, but it was the bare skin of Choso's back that mesmerized you. Smooth, silky, very white, with a light downy fuzz that stood up under your touch. "You're a really good dog, aren't you?"
He nodded, making a sound like a muffled whimper. Then, without warning, he stopped, his shoulders tense. You looked at him, confused, but then you understood. He crouched down, knees wide, hands on the ground, and began to tremble. A low moan escaped his lips. Then… pssss, a jet of hot urine splashed onto the asphalt, forming a dark puddle at his feet.
You jumped, your eyes widening. You hadn't expected this. You'd fantasized about how humiliating it would be for him, how arousing it would be to see him submissive, but now that it was happening, with the acrid stench of piss wafting in the air and the people around you turning to stare at you in disgust, you felt a knot of disgust and arousal twist in your stomach.
"Fuck," you whispered, "Are you serious?"
Choso didn't answer. He continued to piss, the stream gradually weakening, until it was just a few drops trickling down his thigh. Then he got up on his knees, his head still low... he seemed to be waiting.
You swallowed, feeling the heat between your legs intensify. You couldn't deny it: you were soaked. The fact that he had just pissed himself, in public, under your orders, had unleashed something dark inside you.
"Good," you repeated, this time with more conviction. "Good boy."
He literally wagged his tail. The fake tail was attached to his pants, and it moved back and forth, like a real dog waiting for a caress. You couldn't help but laugh, a nervous, slightly hysterical sound.
"Come on," you said, tugging firmly on the leash. "Let's go behind that tree. I want to play."
The tree was a massive oak, its trunk wide enough to hide you from the public view. You pushed Choso against the rough bark, his sexy body pressed against the taller, leaner trunk. He didn't resist; instead, he leaned against the tree with a groan, his arms raised above his head, as if offering himself as a sacrifice.
"So," you said, your voice shaking slightly. "What do we do now, huh?"
Choso didn't answer right away. He licked his lips, that pink tongue darting out from under his mask. "Anything, mistress," he said finally, his voice low. "I'm all yours."
You felt a shiver run down your spine. Mistress. No one had ever called you that. No one had ever submitted to you like that. You moved closer, pressing your body against his, sweat already beading your skin. Your hands slid over Choso's bare chest, your fingers tracing the contours of his pectorals, then further down, towards his flat abdomen and narrow hips.
"You're so…obedient." You whispered, your lips close to his ear. "I like obedient puppies."
He moaned, his body arching toward you. "Then use me, Mistress. Please."
It didn't take much more. You felt something inside you roar, a dam giving way under the pressure of desire. With a brusque movement, you grabbed his fur pants and pulled them down, revealing his firm, pale ass and his muscular thighs. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock was already hard, thick and long, the tip slick.
"Holy shit," you cursed, your fingers closing around the base of his cock. It was hot, throbbing, the skin silky beneath your fingers. "Are you…are you ready yet, huh?"
"Ever since you put the leash on me," he admitted. "I can't wait for you to ride me, Mistress."
You didn't need any more words or encouragement. With a swift movement, you slipped off your pants and panties, letting them fall to your feet. The cool air caressed your moist pussy, your lips swollen and sensitive. You raised yourself on tiptoe and, with one hand on the tree trunk for balance, positioned yourself on top of him, your thighs wrapping around his hips.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," you said, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your entrance.
Choso didn't need to be told twice. With an animalistic moan, he thrust his hips forward, the tip of his cock slipping between your wet lips. You gasped, your nails scraping the hard bark of the tree as he slowly penetrated you, inch by inch, stretching you out little by little, filling you until you could feel every vein, every pulse of his cock inside you.
"Oh, yes…" you moaned, your head falling back. "You…you're huge."
"And you're so tight," he growled, his hands gripping your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. "So hot…fuck."
You couldn't respond. Your words faded into a cry as he pushed all the way in and your bodies collided. Then you began to move, your hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding inside you, making an obscene sound.
"More," you gasped. "Harder. Fuck me."
Your little dog obeyed. Choso grabbed your hips and began slamming you against the tree, each thrust harder than the last. You were uncomfortable, you were hot, but you didn't care. In that moment, you just wanted his cock, you wanted him to pound you, to rub against your pussy.
At one point, he grunted, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held you slightly raised, as if you weighed nothing. "You are mine, mistress." He growled.
You came with a scream of pleasure, the inner walls of your vagina contracting around his hard, thick cock, pleasure exploding through your veins like liquid fire. He didn't stop. He continued to fuck you, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic.
"Don't stop," you pleaded. "Please don't stop!"
"I'm not stopping," he panted. "Not until I fill you up."
You felt another orgasm building inside you, more intense than the first. Your legs were shaking, your breath was burning in your throat, but you didn't want it to end. You wanted it all. You wanted him to mark your territory, to fill you, to leave you dripping with his cum.
"Cum!" you cried out, clawing at the shaft with your nails. "Fill me. Now!"
Choso let out another roar, his hips bucked against yours as his cock throbbed inside you, huge and hot. You felt the first spurt of cum hit you deeply, then another, and another, until you were sure you were about to overflow. He kept coming, his muscles tense, his breathing labored, as you sagged against him, exhausted, satisfied, and full.
Then, slowly, Choso pulled away from you, placing you on the ground as if you were light as a feather. Without a word, he laid you down on the grass, then knelt beside you, his cock still hard, still wet with your mixed juices.
"Mistress, open your mouth, please," he demanded.
You obeyed. Your lips parted, your tongue darting out in anticipation. He rubbed his cock against your cheek, leaving a trail of cum and juices, then thrust it into your mouth. With a moan, he began to masturbate, his hand moving quickly, until another jet of hot cum shot out, hitting you full in the face.
You closed your eyes, feeling the thick liquid dripping down your cheeks, nose, and lips. It was warm, sticky, perfect. When you opened your eyes again, Choso was looking at you with an expression of pure adoration, his fingers caressing your face, smearing his cum on your skin.
"You look beautiful," he whispered.
You smiled, feeling his cum dripping down your chin. You'd never done anything so dirty, in public, of course, in your entire life. And you couldn't wait to do it again.
You fell backward onto the grass, your legs still shaking, your body still covered in sweat and cum. Choso lay down beside you.
"Please, Mistress, let's do it again."
You laughed and smiled defiantly.
"Of course, of course we will!"
He leaned over you, his lips brushing your ear. "Next time, though, it'll be even more obscene, Mistress."
You felt a shiver run down your spine. You couldn't wait for that damned next time.