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(Continued from Chouchou Part 1)

Like the obedient pet Benoît Serrault expected her to be, Chouchou knelt on the bed and lowered her chest to the mattress. It did not matter that he had sealed her nipples into little vacuum suction cups and this position would press them painfully into the bed. He told her to do it and she did, because she was his chienne. His little bitch-dog.

Chouchou turned her cheek to rest it on the mattress. She reached behind her and dug her freshly manicured nails into her ass, pulling the round globes apart and spreading her cheeks for Benoît’s inspection. Her two holes, one wet from lubricant and the other wet from her own eager secretions, winked open at him.

Benoît touched his thumb to the puckered, oiled hole.

“Do you ever wonder what my little sister would think if she were to see you now?” Benoît mused. “Her old friend, oiling her anus so her Master can make use of her rectum. Holding your bottom cheeks open for your owner, exposing yourself.”

Chouchou moaned. Whether it was from Benoît’s words or the tip of his thumb penetrating the tight ring of muscle, that was unclear. Benoît lingered there, playing with her at his leisure as she was holding herself open for him so wonderfully. He adored seeing her flesh pucker around his thumb as he forced it to open and close…open and close…then open and open wider as he stretched her.

He gave her his thumb up to the knuckle. She was largely untried in her back passage, and her channel tightened on his blunt fingertip. 

“What would Sabine say if she saw how obedient you are to me,” Benoît said. “How you have become such a well-trained petit chienne.”

In her former life, Chouchou had been Lacy Renard, best friend to Sabine, Benoît’s younger sister. Then she had become his chienne, a graduation gift from his grandfather, and renamed Chouchou. 

“Isn’t your life so good, Chouchou?” Benoît said. “Isn’t your life so much better, when all you must focus on is striving to please me?”

“Oui, Monsieur,” Chouchou moaned.

Benoît removed his thumb, only to slide his cock in her pussy. His hands held firmly to her forearms, holding her in place for his thrusting cock. He delighted in her warm, trembling flesh, the hot clasp of her cunt…it seemed to gulp his rod as eagerly as her mouth did.

“Ma jolie Chouchou,” he cooed. He freed one hand to stroke her spine, then to deliver a crisp swat to the bottom of her thigh. “Vous êtes très obéissant. Look at your lovely holes, so wet for your Master. All day you desire for me to fill your holes, yes? My poor dear Chouchou, so empty without her Master’s cock.”

Chouchou whimpered and groaned, turning her face a little into the bedspread to bite the wrinkled sheets like a feral animal. Her face emerged only to beg plaintively, “Monsieur…s’il vous plaît, Monsieur? Oh, oh – oh – oh – huhnoh -”

Benoît did not reply. He was enjoying her begging too much. He often had her beg…for him to give her his cock, to let her suck it, let her rub her breasts over it…she begged him to fuck her face, use her ass, to keep fucking her, to let her cum, of course. She always had to beg him to let her cum. Then once he granted her permission, if he did because he didn’t always, then he often drove her to the point where she begged him to stop. 

“Monsieur?” Chouchou’s voice was desperate, high. “S’il vous plaît – hohhh s’il vous plaît!!”

“Oui,” Benoît allowed. “Come, Chouchou.”

She screamed, her body tensing, arms locking behind her, fingers still digging into her bottom cheeks. As her body was seized in climax, she spread her cheeks even wider. 

Benoît grunted with satisfaction as he released his seed into her. He used his chienne so frequently, but he always seemed to have so much sum stored up for her. He told her that was her purpose, to draw out his seed and take it into her body; that she was meant to be filled with his cum.

Benoît laid on his side on the bed. “Roll over,” he encouraged his chienne. “Put your little paws up, my darling.”

Chouchou’s body was limp but she moved to bey him. Once she was lying on her back, she raised her knees to her chest, keeping them spread wide, and raised her forearms. Her hands were limp from the wrists, so she resembled the form of a dog begging for a treat. Just one of her many neat tricks that Benoît had taught her. 

Benoît pulled the suction cups from her nipples, which were flushed dark red and long and pointed. He fingered the swollen peaks leisurely. When she had come to him, she had small buds, but he had worked diligently to lengthen them until they were now a good inch longer and fatter, making them easier for him to pinch and twist.

“Chouchou would look very different in a bikini now if she were to go tanning with my sister, yes?” Benoît smiled. “Such long nipples. I am so happy your teats have been so cooperative. They like being stretched, yes? Perhaps just a little longer.”

Chouchou tipped her chin down and looked at her chest, watching his fingers tug…pull…twist around and around. Her face said that she could not imagine them even longer. 

“You like your how long nipples are now, don’t you, Chouchou?” Benoît sighed. “You love me to punish them in the nipple presses. Would you like to wear them now? No? I suppose these need a little rest…come, put one in my mouth. I’ll suck it better, then you can fetch the presses later…”

Chouchou cuddled against his side. Her eyes drifted close as Benoît cherished her nipples with his mouth, tonguing, sucking, nibbling only a little this time. He pushed her breasts together so he hardly had to turn his head to switch between each teat, and he laved her breasts until the rounded flesh was wet from his saliva.

“Chouchou, I’ve been thinking,” Benoît whispered, “You have been so good lately. Would you like to see your old friends again? Sabine and the others, perhaps? You could go out like you used to, shopping and the like.”

He took her out regularly, as she was a lively girl who enjoyed new restaurants and such, and she saw her family often enough, but she had yet to see Sabine since she had become Benoît’s chienne.

“My sister is still quite wild. You would have to be careful not to let Sabine’s bad habits and spoiled behavior corrupt you,” Benoît said sternly. “I would have to punish you then. Perhaps in front of Sabine, so she can see what happens to bad chiennes.”

He fondled her breasts, jiggling them in his hands and watching the flesh wobble as they bounced. 

“Would you like to pretend to be Lacy Renard again? We both know you are still my Chouchou. Ma bonne fille…ma bonne Chouchou.”

Chouchou’s pretty face showed only pleasure from the way he was milking her long teats. “Oui, Monsieur,” she sighed, but Benoît knew when she looked like that, she would have said yes to anything. His chienne was so easily consumed by pleasure.

“Lacy would need a reminder that she is my Chouchou,” Benoît mused. “Of course you must wear a dress…I know just the one, the white one that zippers down the front. I must always have access to my chienne’s holes, particularly if she were to get so needy for her Master’s cock as usual. I think Lacy must also wear a plug in her bottom. The fat pink one. I will fill your tight rectum with my cum, and plug it up inside you. Yes, I think that will help Lacy remember who she truly is and where her place is.”

Chouchou’s hips rolled. He had inserted his knee between her legs, and she was humping him with increasing energy. 

“Chouchou, Chouchou,” Benoît smiled. “Look at you, my beautiful chienne. How will you go an entire day without your Master’s rod filling you up? It’s impossible for you. Perhaps I will send you a text message when you are out with Sabine…you will need to excuse yourself. Make up a good lie so Sabine does not know you are going to call her brother and beg him to give you orders.”