Éclaircie – POOL AREA with LAURENNE MERIETH and OTHERS<br/><br/>Once I’d buried my tongue in the other dog’s sopping sex, I couldn’t help myself. It was like some primal urge in me had awakened. The folds of her sex tasted just<em>fantastic</em>, and waves of sinful pleasure ran through my body, making me feel better than I had since … well, in a long, long time. I’d tried drugs once, at a party at my private boarding school. It’d been only the once, only because I was scared by how amazing they made me feel, and I didn’t want to become hopelessly addicted to that sensation, and I knew I would be.<br/><br/>The sensation of wanton pleasure coursing through my veins as I licked the other dog was a thousand times better than that.<br/><br/>And just like that, my mistress pulled me away from her. My cheeks burned shamefully as I scrabbled to bury my face back into her, just wanting one more lick of that sweet nectar. But mistress tugged hard on the leash, and the pretty diamonds bit once more into my neck. I felt a fresh trickle of blood running down my neck, and I suddenly became aware of the fact that I might be displeasing my mistress. So I meekly followed her back to her sun lounger, and lay down beside her.<br/><br/>At first, I lay on my back, like I’d seen other dogs do before, thinking that my mistress might want to scratch my tummy. But I quickly became conscious of the fact that my new, naked breasts were lewdly exposed to everyone at the pool when I lay like that, as was my damp slit.<em>You look like such a whorish thing,</em>I thought bitterly to myself. So I turned so that I lay next to my mistress on my stomach, so she could just scratch my head if she wanted.<br/><br/>I listened to her talk to the other owners … and wished I hadn’t. They were<strong>monsters</strong>. All of them. The one, the other woman, just coldly laughed at us, making fun of how I’d brazenly licked her dog’s … how I’d pleasured it. The man casually spoke of taking his dog’s virginity in front of an audience. And my own mistress talking about how she<em>might</em>keep me if I could take the pain?<br/><br/><em>I can’t take pain,</em>I thought,<em>I can’t, I can’t …</em>But what choice did I have? I looked up at the other woman – Renée was her name, if I’d heard right from the conversation. She seemed far more cruel than my own mistress, I knew I wouldn’t last with her …<em>you’re going to have to take the pain,</em>I thought. And it was a frightening thought. I started to curl up in a ball, wishing I could go back to my cage, or simply disappear.<br/><br/>I saw them bring out the bowl of water. This, while the horrid monsters that called themselves people drank fine wines and cocktails, while a plain bowl of water was brought out for us. I didn’t want to drink from that – I was a<em>person</em>! – but I was thirsty … and I’d just been busy eating another dog’s cunt, in front of other people at a pool. Pride was something I could no longer claim as my own.<br/><br/>So when I saw the other dog head to the bowl, I joined her. She seemed to have a remarkably cruel owner, and with her still a virgin, with that to be taken from her in some awful way, no doubt … when I crawled over to her, I tried to be considerate, not pushing her away from the bowl, just lapping up what water I could, when I could. I tried looking into the dog’s face with as friendly an expression as I could manage – wanting to tell her<em>shh, it’s all right, everything will be okay …</em>even if we both knew that was a lie.