Dear Diary,

I’ve been quite a bit bored lately. Mundane tasks that drive me nowhere other than to insanity. I do
the same thing every day. Wake up. Walk to work because I want to be healthy and save some money.
Not the environment, don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about it. The first thing I do when I arrive
at work, I have breakfast. Then I start to read e-mails, most of them spam, junk, whatever. Non-
important bullshit. And then I sit around and wait for some task to land on my desk but nothing ever
comes in. Day in and out. I work in solitude and can daydream about the things I would rather be doing
than just sit around and wait for time to pass. It sparks some joy, to be honest, to think of my boyfriend
then. I am never nice to him, unlike when I come home. He thinks I’m an angel, and I let him think that.
Those two horns that should warn him, I only let him catch a glimpse when my boredom turns into
anger which I take out on him. To compensate for the lack of passion in my career, which I have chosen
carefully, mind you. Everyday when I’m writing another mindless e-mail, answering to some guy who
is probably bald and needs a crane to hold himself up, I imagine that my boyfriend is kneeling
underneath my desk, licking my pussy like a dog trying to empty the bowl of water on a hot summer
day. The never ending thirst… Just thinking of it makes my pussy twitch. Once I caught myself trying to
play myself. I quickly pulled out my fingers from my panties when someone interrupted my
daydreaming and entered my office. The guy wasn’t hot enough. I would have made him my dog if he
were. When I’m on the phone I always caress my breasts. Slowly, gentle, until my nipples tense up and
I can feel the breeze of arousal going through my veins. Can you imagine, I get paid doing this? What
a fucked world we live in.

My pet dog, as I sometimes refer to my boyfriend, don’t tell him, he doesn’t know, waits at home like
the good boy he is. And it pisses me off. Some days I come home and instead of kissing him, I greet
him with an angry stare and a slap in his face. The puppy eyes he makes always turn me on. Dinner is
ready by the time I finish taking a shower, but some days I don’t rinse off the dirt off my body. He’s a
dog, and dogs like to play in the mudd. I let him clean my body with his tongue. Inch by inch he will lick
up my sweat. If he does well I allow him to release his juice on my face. Let him feel like a man for a
minute, he is nothing the rest of the day. Although I do enjoy him being on the leash that I hold, I think
there is something that would kill my boredom once and for all. He knows I like to get fucked. He knows
I like him to watch me get fucked. I even once let him enjoy some other pussy and I was nice enough
to let him choose the pussy. Of course he went for the hot blonde with the perfect body and those
pesky tits. He couldn’t even last a minute, I could see in his eyes how confused he was. He didn’t even
know where he wanted to release his juice. In the end he came in her mouth and I stood there at the
door, my arms crossed with that sly smile on my face. He did it for me, or so he claims. I only let him
do it because I had a plan and today I will finally be able to put that plan in motion. My poor dog doesn’t
even see it coming.

After work I come home as usual. Slap his face, push his body on the ground, dogs do not belong in the
bed, and just sit on his chest. I put my hands around his neck, choke him enough that he can feel his
breath fighting to find a way through his throat. Then I raise my hips, squat on top of his face and pee
into his open mouth. In this position he is forced to swallow the gold that comes squirting out of my
peehole. Once he swallowed it, a bit of it runs down his cheek onto the ground, I slap him again. Then
I rip off his boxers and sit my soaked pussy on his tiny dick. He’s still struggling to come up with his
breath when I rub my clitoris on his dick. His dick is hard, almost slips inside my pussy, but I raise my
hips and stare at him. His eyes are begging for more. Oh he is going to get more but before I let him
enjoy the ecstasy for being a good boy, I will bring him to the edge, make him want to jump just for a
piece of this high he’s been craving. After today he will forever be my servant.

„Mommy.“
His voice croaks, the word barely presses through his lips. He always calls me Mommy and I slap him
for it.

„I am not your mother, I am the motherfucking Queen.“

„But you love me, and you always know what’s good for me.“

„Good boy“, I say and release my hands from his throat. I press my hands down on his chest as it rises
with every breath he takes.

„You are ready for it.“

„Ready for what?“

His eyes light up with uncertainty. He doesn’t know what he is ready for, if anyone saw him they would
say he is not ready for the next step but I am his Queen, I know what is good, not just good but best
for him.

I continue to stare at him, keep my left hand on his chest, his heart hammering underneath his soft
skin. I lean to the side to grab the rope that I always keep under the bed. In one move I whip it around
his left wrist and tie him to the metalframe of this bed that I specifically bought just to tie my dog up.
The bed is old, I bought it the day he moved in. He complained at first about the design. He wanted
the bed with those cushion frames but I told him that I couldn’t afford more. Once I could afford it he
asked if we would want to buy one of those fancy beds now but I told him no. He wanted to argue so
I decided to tie him to the bed. I sat on him, fucked him like a rodeo and he never asked for a different
bed again.

I press my knee against his thigh to spread his legs. My left hand wanders from his chest across his
belly, he is ticklish, down to his dick. I can feel the precum on my thumb. I squeeze the tip of his dick
between my thumb an my index finger. He starts moaning so I stop and lay my hand on his balls. I
caress them a bit as if I wanted to give him a gentle massage. Then I tie up his other hand. He buries
his face in my neck, breathes me in as if it would keep him alive. My smell combined with me being in
control of him, he is losing his mind and his dick cannot hide it.

I tied him up like this several times, I learned how to do it in the Office when I was bored of watching
yet another Sitcom. I started watching tutorials on tying ropes. I joined an online forum to discuss
possible roleplays. Riding him every time is too boring for me. I’ve tried a few of the techniques I read
about, edging they call it, and to say I liked it would be an understatement. I am absolutely in love with
my husband suffering when he feels the cum almost oozing out his dick but I don’t allow him. One time
he admitted that it does hurt a bit, it feels like when you repress your pee but in the same sense it also
feels exactly as good when he can finally release the stream and it never stops. His cum keeps
spreading, shooting, all over his body, whichever direction I want him to cum. One time it spread to
his lips. Just a drop and he wanted to wipe it but I licked it off with my tongue and then kissed him. He
could taste himself in that kiss. All dignity I saw in him, I sucked it out of his soul with that kiss. In that
moment I loved him more than anything, more than myself. I untied him, he sat up and I dropped to
my knees, wrapped my lips around his limp dick, made him grow inside me and I let him cum inside
my mouth. Before I swallowed his liquid love I looked at him, held up the rope like a ring and asked
him to marry me. Tie me up forever, he said, which was his way of saying yes. We did get married, and
in the wedding night I let him fuck my ass for the first time. Some days I like for him to feel like a man,
most days he wants to be a princess but I just treat him like my dog. But today, he can be the princess.

The bed is squeaky, he also complained about that but I like it this way. The squeak will let the
neighbors know when the dog is being punished for his. When I ride him the squeak almost competes
with his moans, even more so when I edge him. Usually our sessions end with him unable to walk for
a couple of minutes. The aftershock, as he calls it. When the orgasm still pulses through his veins.
Almost like a second orgasm. I let him stay with that feeling and just head to the bath to clean up my
makeup. This dog always messes up my lipstick. Dark red lips stick to his body like little tattoos. Today
I’m wearing a more neutral lipstick. Soft yet dark rose colored. It matches those heels I bought last
week just for today. Usually I wear a suit, tight around my hips and chest. Office attire. Today I am
wearing a classic backless dress.

„You’ll be my princess tonight.“

I say it like a warning, he takes it like a loveletter. I kiss his dick, leave my imprint of lipstick on him,
marking my territory and then I snap my fingers. Slowly I glide up to my dogs face, look into his lustful
eyes. They turn dark when he realizes that the door opens and some tall muscular guy comes into the
bedroom. Is that fear? Curiosity?

„Do you not want to share me?“ I ask and he starts blabbering but I can’t make out any of his words as
I am holding his mouth shut.

„Psst“, softly I rub my finger on his cheek as if I wanted to soothe a crying baby, „He’s here for you, my
princess.“

He moans, a bit afraid I can tell from his breath pushing against the palm of my hand. His legs are
spread wide open, his arms tied up. He is completely under my control. The guy slaps my ass, and
without much of a warning pushes his dick into my pussy. He almost can’t hold it together, but I asked
him to make me cum first. I met him in one of those forums. I have never seen him, just asked for a
picture of his upper body and his dick. He looked good enough to be part of my toy collection so I
invited him. I told him I would leave the door open, he would just have to be there five minutes after I
arrived home and then he waited until I snapped my fingers. His sign to enter. I also gave him a free
pass to my body under one circumstance. He has to fuck my husband and take his virginity. The guy
isn’t gay, but he fucked enough asses to know what he’s doing. Female asses to clarify but I told him it
wouldn’t, couldn’t, be much different. I send him a picture of me sucking some dick and that was
enough for him to agree. I suck otherworldy well, if I do say so myself, no wonder all those men put
themselves on a leash for me. I am not making them do it, they are turning into toys voluntarily. I just
enjoy them.

I moan into my dogs mouth, or shall I call him princess, I did tell him he’s my princess tonight. I moan
into my princess‘ mouth. When I feel my pussy tensing up, sucking in that 20 inch dick, tightening up,
I squeeze my princess‘ dick and press my lips onto his and just breathe into him. He almost wants to
come, I can tell, so I push my body up, arch my back and press it against the guys chest. He grabs my
boobs, breathes into my neck, squeezes my body tight into his arms and releases the juice inside of
me. My princess is watching, enjoying the show. When the guy finishes up, he is not as quickly out of
breath as my princess, let me tell you, he slowly pulls out his dick. His juice runs down my thighs onto
my princess‘ leg. I lean over again, start kissing my princess, gently hold his face in the palm of my
hand.

„He’s ready“ I say and my princess starts to protest. He pulls on the rope but it won’t open. I sit on his
chest, wrap my hands around his throat and smile softly.

„Princess, you are ready. I know what’s good for you and I know that my princess will like this.“

His body starts to calm, his eyes focus on mine.

„My princess deserves a good treatment, and to feel so good. Do you not want to feel so good?“
„I do.“

His little I do comes out in a moan. I keep talking to him, in that soft mesmerizing, tranquilizing, voice.
Behind me the guy gets in position. He kneels between my princess‘ spread legs, spreads them a bit
wider, I can feel it in the moan of my princess. Then he touches my princess‘ ass, spreads his cheeks
and starts to play that virgin hole. My princess twitches at first but then starts to relax. He’s giving
himself to me and if I wasn’t already married to him I would ask for his hand in marriage right in that
moment when the guy stretches out that tight hole for the first time. I don’t need to see that hole
opening up, although it is a beautiful sight to behold, but I love to see the pain turn into pleasure
through his eyes.

His hole shows much resistance, I have never prepared my princess for this at all. Anal is a dry ordeal,
and I did not provide any lube. Guys come with their own lube. The guy came inside of me as part of
our deal. If he needed any lube for my princess‘ tight hole, he could just take it from my body. So he
keeps putting his fingers inside my pussy to get them wet and then rubs it around his dick before a
couple of times. Always pulling out and pushing back in, giving my princess that beautiful sensation of
being stretched for the first time a littler longer than just once. After around ten times of pulling out
he can stay inside and just starts pushing deeper and deeper. I can feel my princess‘ dick growing
harder than I ever imagined, pressing against my ass as if he wanted to share the feeling of being
stretched out. I imagine his dick would feel more than good inside my ass tonight but I want him to
feel the complete loss of control. When his dick cannot hold it any longer and his juice just spreads out
without having to use a hand to help it come out. The guy’s dick must feel especially satisfying in the
ass, I just had him in my pussy and for a moment I wish he would have fucked my ass but he needed
lube. And since he just became part of my toy collection I can always call him up if I needed a good
fuck. Maybe I will call him to my office one day. Tomorrow. Probably. Just to get the jealousy out of
my system.

My princess keeps closing his eyes, he never closes his eyes, I like to do that, to give my soul completely
to the orgasm.

„He feels good, right? I told you, my princess, you deserve this.“

He just nods, cannot talk, only moans. I lay my hand on my princess‘ stomach. It rises with every push.
That guy has a huge dick, if he’s able to bulge my princess that way. The guy also has a lot of stamina,
I don’t know if he’s an athlete, I don’t care, he just needs to be a good fuck with a good dick. He keeps
pushing, gentle, slow, as guys always do when they start out. Five minutes of pure love before he starts
to tense up as his balls prepare to release all that cum inside my princess.

Then the thrusting starts. The real thrusting. The hard, quicker with every move type that makes my
princess‘ hole vibrate. My princess moans quicker, in rhythm with the dick inside of his ass. I start
talking to my princess again. What a good princess he is, how he deserves to feel this, how good he is
to take such a big, huge dick into his tight hole. And when I say that my princess moans long, almost
whimpering as his dick finally lost the fight and shoots the biggest load onto my back. I feel it on my
butt, feel it drip onto his waistline. It’s a few seconds, maybe not even ten, but it feels like a minute of
this wonderful orgasm. The guy finishes up and comes inside my princess when the aftershock still
goes through my princess‘ body. He pulls out and leans onto my back as I lean onto my princess and
just hug him. He is sleepy, both guys are now sleepy but I push off the guy and let him sleep on the
floor. As I said before, dogs do not belong in bed, and tonight, my darling, you were my princess.

One day, dear Diary, I will make this come true.