Best Friend Kennels

Carol finished cooking breakfast just in time for her husband Olivia to sit at the table.

Carol placed the plate in front of O who started eating while Carol poured her coffee. O is a 32-year-old stocky Black woman, about 5’6” tall. A police officer, she is strong and very capable. Carol loved staring at her big firm breasts and especially her hairy pussy.

25-year-old Carol was also naked. She was almost six feet tall, and she prided herself in keeping in shape. While she wished her breasts were larger, she was happy that they were nice sized, firm and cone shaped. She had shoulder length brunette hair. Today, her pert nipples were pierced with 3 thick safety pins. One pin on each tit held a large brass sleigh bell. Olivia used safety pins because she could remove one and then reward Carol with an orgasm when she replaced it.

Each of her outer labia were pierced with six thick brass rings. Each ring held a silver sleigh bell. A large padlock was threaded though the rings ensuring her chastity – as far as her pussy was concerned. Of course, every time she moved, the bells pealed pleasantly.

In addition, there were four large silver rings, one in each quadrant, piercing her clitoris hood.

They were in Carol’s room. Doors led to their bedroom, dining room, kitchen, and living room.

Carol’s room was fairly large. The table O was eating at could comfortably seat 8. A tiled shower was in one corner, and a clear toilet was in another. Between them was the queening throne. It was a pipe framework with a toilet seat suspended from the sides. Bob, their 9-year-old St. Bernard, was watching them from his bed in the third corner.

As O leisurely ate, she said, “I’m sorry, love, but you’re going to the studio to work on the promotional video this morning, so no breakfast for you.”

Knowing what was expected of her, Carol laid below the throne with her feet sticking out behind it.

Waiting for O to finish, Carol thought about how her life had changed for the better. Two years ago, she was an instructor at the community college. One of her students, Renee, caught her masturbating before class. Within a week, Carol had gone from a 23-year-old virgin to a really nasty bisexual slave to Renee’s family.

Carol fell in love with O while she was serving as a glory hole at Dahl and Penn’s, the local BDSM club. They’d been married for the past nine months.

O finished her breakfast, stood and placed her clean plate to one the side of the throne. She squatted and soon a long, thick, brown, firm log of shit emerged from her asshole.

Carol was disappointed. O’s shit was perfect, just the way she preferred it. To her there was no better meal than a woman’s shit, especially O’s. As O shat, Carol started frigging herself, imagining filling her stomach with her husband’s rancid waste.

Once O’s bowels felt empty, she decided to reward her wife. She gently rubbed her ass in her pile of shit. She stood and ordered “Bob, eat!”

Bob rose from his bed, strolled to the plate and chowed down on his owner’s shit.

O sat on the throne and Carol immediately started cleaning her ass. It took her about ten minutes to clean the ass suspended above her, leaving what she thought was one of the most delicious assholes in the world for last.

Carol was not allowed to come without permission, so she had to stop jerking off after about seven minutes. O, on the other hand, was under no restrictions, so she came several times as Carol tongue fucked her asshole.

“You are such a nasty fucking slut!! Stop, a take a deep breath.”

Carol did, but she could only smell her favorite snack, O’s shit. Realising that her wife couldn’t smell her, O grabbed Carol’s ears and pulled her nose into her pussy.

“It’s our favorite time of the month, love.” Releasing her ears, O continued. “I seem to have lost the string. Could you please find it for me?”

While Carol found O’s menses unpleasant, she knew that, like many women, O was very horny during her period. She also knew that O loved receiving oral sex while menstruating. Wanting to please O, Carol stuck her tongue out and plunged it into O’s sopping pussy. The coppery taste of blood quickly overpowered the tase of shit.

“As much as I love it when you worship me, we need to move along, dear.”

Carol moved her tongue up to O’s apex. O shivered in a mini orgasm when Corol’s tongue touched her clit. Carol started to flit the nubbin while she sucked it. O soon exploded. Carol continued to worship O’s clit.

O basked in delight for a full ten minutes before reluctantly pushing her bride’s head down. Carol plunged her tongue into O’s bloody pussy searching for the tampon string. Finally finding it, she worked it into her mouth and clenched it between her teeth. Over the past few months, she’d perfected the skill of pulling the sopping sponge out far enough to take it into her mouth.

“Sit up, dear. I want to look at my disgusting wife.”

Carol blushed as she sat up. Even though she knew O loved her because she was such a disgusting slut, it still embarrassed her when O talked about her like that. Knowing what was expected of her, she fished the string out of her mouth and let it hang from the corner of her mouth. Both her face and the once white string were now dyed blood red.

“Do you like the taste of my shit?”

Knowing that O like to see her mouth filled with people’s waste, Carol answered, “Oh, yes, Ma’am, it’s the best! I’d eat it for every meal, if you’d let me.”

“And what about my menses?”

“Not so much, Mistress, it’s pretty nasty.”

“Take a shower while I dress.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” While she knew that this meant she was in for a rough day, Carol was grateful for the chance to relax in the shower.

Carol finished and towelled off. Damn, it’s nice to be fresh and clean, she thought. I wish I could take O’s sponge from my mouth and use some mouthwash.

A bell chimed on her smartwatch. Sitting on the queening throne, Carol began her hourly masturbation period. When she first became a slave to the Yu household, she was required to wank off five minutes every hour. That time period was gradually increased until now O required her to frig herself until she was on the brink of an orgasm.

“Have you sucked all of my blood from the tampon, love?” O called from the bathroom.

“Yes, Mistress!”

“You may spit it out then.”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Carol quickly spit the tampon into the waste basket. While Carol calls herself a Lesbian, and loved O unconditionally, as mentioned before, she is a very nasty , woman. A nasty bisexual woman. She looked at Bob on his bed and thought, what better way of getting the taste of Mistress’ s menses out of my mouth?

Falling to her knees, she ordered, “Bob, blowjob!”

Bob strolled over and laid on his back. Carol crawled forward over the hound and took his hairy shaft into her mouth and sucked. Bob’s cock quickly filled Carol’s mouth, and she started to blow the dog. Since Carol’s pussy was usually locked, Carol Bob’s long and relatively thin cock was an optimal size.

Bob filled the part perfectly. Bob’s cock was a full foot long and an inch and a half thick. While she could only deep throat about nine inches, it felt wonderful when he butt fucked her. In addition, he could last a long time. This morning he lasted about ten minutes.

Bob would telegraph his orgasm by yipping a couple of times before he came.

Hearing O enter and knowing she enjoyed a little show, Carol deep throated Bob until she heard him yip. Positioning her head about six inches from his cock, she frigged him. After two more yips, he started to spew his runny cum onto Carol’s face. She caught as much of it as she could in her mouth. Most of it, however, ended up on her face.

“You are such a filthy slut. I allow you to take a shower, and the next thing I know, you’re covered in cum.”

Carol never became accustomed to the humiliation. She also knew that it had only begun.

“Since you seem to have no sense of decency, just wear your bathing suit.”

While city ordinances forbid nudity in public, her ‘bathing suit’ was almost worse. It consisted of a narrow band of cloth that covered her nipples. However, her breasts, along with the hardware adorning them was displayed for all to see.

A second strip of fabric wrapped her waist. Since it extended from about an in above her clit to a couple of inches below her crotch, her genitals were hidden – when she was standing still.

Instead of tattoos, Carol’s body was adorned with temporary designs.

Today, Strap-ons Only was written above her pussy. Please Fuck My Ass was across her back. Dog paws were inked just below each shoulder. Black cocks spewed cum towards the corners of her mouth.

“Get your slut bell, love”

Carol absolutely hated the slut bell. It is a six-inch diameter brass bell. It could have been a ship’s bell. If it had a handle, it could have been used by a member of a bell choir.

It had a seven-inch length of link chain attached to its crown. A short length of thin wire rope was clipped to the last link of chain. It weighed exactly five pounds.

She retrieved the bell and handed it to O.

“I’m not coming anywhere near that nasty pussy of yours.”

Carol threaded the cable through the four rings which pierced her clitoral hood. Pleading for mercy with her eyes, she handed the bell to her husband.

O took the bell and raised it so that it was even with her belly button. “Your eyes say no, but I know that the Masochist in you says, yes, please.”

She let go and the bell fell a full ten inches.

“Nooooooo!!” Carol’s brain was filled with a white-hot flash of pain.

Carol took deep breaths as she stood trembling waiting for the pain subside. I wonder what else Mistress has in store for me this morning, she thought.

Carol heard the front door open followed by footsteps. Susan Lopez entered the room, walked to O and kissed her. Susan’s right hand fondled Susan’s left breast, and her left pushed up Susan’s short skirt and cupped her smooth moms.

Susan was a fellow teacher when Carol was still a respectable teacher, before she’d become addicted to shit, pussy and cocks.

Susan was a slim Hispanic woman. Carol had never told anyone, but she thought Susan was the most beautiful of all her female lovers. Although she would never admit it, her shit tasted the best.

“Susan will escort you to the Studio. You will walk through the park. You will ask the owner of every dog you meet if you can lick the dog’s ass.”

“You will take a plastic bag with you. You will use your mouth to pick up any shit you find along the way. Of course, along with picking up the shit, you will offer to clean the ass of any dog who takes a shit.”

Carol knew that Susan would be videotaping most of the action.

“You are to arrive at the studio in two hours.”

It would take about 15 minutes to walk to the studio. Great thought Carol, I get to spend almost two hours sucking dog ass!!

A little to Carol’s surprise, Susan pulled her pants down, sat on the queening chair, and pointed to her pussy.

Carol scooted under her beautiful friend and started to lick.

“Oh yes, slut is not to eat or drink anything,” added O.

To Carol’s disappointment, Susan came quickly, twice. “While I love your tongue, we need to move along. Suck my ass, bitch.”

Knowing what was coming, Carol perked up. She slid down a little and started tongue fucking her favorite asshole. The end of the turd touched the tip of her tongue. I’m in heaven, she thought. The turd started to push her tongue out of Susan’s ass. It’s a firm, thick one, Carol thought. “My favorite! Susan never disappoints!!

Once her mouth was full, Carol closed her mouth and started to chew. If I chew Susan’s guano into soup, maybe it won’t count as eating, though the young woman.

Lowering her head to the floor, shit continued to spew from Susan’s ass. From long practice, Carol managed to get all three feet of hot shit balanced on her face.

Carol continued to chew as Susan ordered, “Bob, eat!”

Carol scooted out from beneath while Bob strolled over.

Carol was envious of Bob’s second breakfast. Bob finished quickly and Carol swallowed the foul soup. She scooted back under to lick Susan’s ass clean.

All too soon, Susan stood, and said, “Let’s get going, slut.”

Carol stood slowly so that the bell didn’t pull too hard on her hood.

Susan started towards the door and Carol followed. Since the bell wasn’t as sensitive as the sleigh bells, the bell might go unnoticed, but there was no way for Carol to walk without her legs knocking against the bell causing it to peal, drawing attention to her crotch.

“God, I love the sound of your bells, love.”

Carol grinned like a child. As they walked towards the park Susan thought, Maybe there won’t be many dog walkers.

The park was hidden from view by a row of tall bushes. Walking through the ‘door’ in the hedge, Susan immediately spotted a small dog taking a dump. A young Asian woman looked on. As Carol walked towards her the sound of her bells drew the lady’s attention. Her mouth literally fell open.

Carol walked up and asked, “May I pick up your dog’s waste?”

“Er, er, er, eww! NO! Why are you dressed like that? Are you being trafficked or abused? Do you need help?”

As O’s slave, Carol had a list of rules to follow. One of them was that she must answer all questions truthfully.

Carol chucked, “No, Ma’am, I’m safe. My name is Carol and I’m a nasty sex slave. I was a respected teacher not too long ago, but now I spend my time serving my beautiful husband.”

“My companion and I are on the way to a studio where I am appearing in a promotional video. I misbehaved this morning so my husband, Olivia, ordered me to offer to clean up after any dogs we run across.”

Carol took a chance and knelt behind the small dog, steadied it with one hand, and lifted its tail with the other. She licked the beast’s asshole clean.

While the lady made no effort to stop Carol, she said, “That’s disgusting.”

“Yes Ma’am, unlike shit from a young woman like you, dogshit is just nasty! Wait till you see what’s next.”

The woman remained frozen. Carol moved to the pile of six small logs. Taking one into her mouth, she rose and placed it into the plastic bag Susan was holding for her.

Finished, Carol started to rise. “Wait, please. Are you telling me that you enjoy using your mouth to pick up dogshit?” Asked the woman.

“That’s complicated. Dogshit is the worst, which makes dog ass the worst. On the other hand, I find eating ass very erotic and pleasurable. I can’t seem to get enough women’s shit to eat.”

“All this is embarrassing and humiliating. It also makes me hot. Mistress is having me gather dogshit because I blew our dog this morning without her permission.”

“While having to eat all the dogshit I gather today will be difficult and unpleasant, it will please Mistress. Hopefully she’ll reward me with an orgasm.”

“And you’re doing this under your own free will?”

“Absolutely, our relationship is built on consent. I can refuse to do something at any time. I’m free to quit our relationship, although I can’t imagine doing that.”

Watching the exchange, Susan thought that the woman’s demeanour changed from concerned to curious. “We’d like to chat more, but we don’t want to be late.” She handed the lady her card.

“We’re associated with Best Friend Kennels. When you get a chance, stop by. I’m pretty sure you might enjoy a new experience.”

“Thank you. I might just do that.”

Carol couldn’t resist, “I’ve never eaten shit from a beautiful Asian American like you, but I sure would jump at the chance!”

The woman blushed and walked away with her dog.

They reached the studio after cleaning seven dog’s asses and collected almost five pounds of dogshit.

Editor’s note: Instead of documenting the filming of the videos, we will jump to the videos themselves.