Hypnomania Pt. 02

Morning light spilled into the suite, brushing golden fingers across Emily's bare skin as she stirred on the carpet. With a slow, honeyed stretch, her back arched, and the faint jingle of the little pink bone hanging from her collar broke the silence. A soft, playful yip escaped before she could stop it, excitement blooming warm and low inside her. The sun kissed her shoulders, her ass, her hips--and as she stretched again, loose and lazy like a waking pup, something shifted deep inside her, drawing out a breathy little gasp and a wiggle of her bare toes.

The smell of coffee hung in the air, drifting through the room and mixing with the low voices of the men and the occasional chuckle. Emily's tongue darted out in a soft pant, breath brushing her lips as she glanced toward the breakfast table, where cups clinked and plates shifted. The familiar sounds wrapped around her, warm and comforting. With a little happy whine in her throat, she began to crawl--each movement smooth, instinctive, her body alive with sensation. The snug pressure tucked deep between her cheeks moved with her, a soft, pulsing reminder that made her hips sway just a little more than necessary, her tail wagging in delicate flicks, each tug coaxing another tingle from the dildo shaped plug in her tight little butt.

When she reached them, she let out a small, eager bark that drew warm laughter. Dr. Meddows glanced down at her with a smile, hand reaching out to ruffle her hair. "That's my good girl," he murmured, fingers sliding through her hair and scratching gently behind her ears. Emily leaned into him with a soft little sigh, warmth flushing across her pink cheeks as her eyes fluttered half-closed, a dreamy sound humming in her throat. His skin carried a faint trace of soap and coffee, and the warmth of his skin and that easy praise made her breath catch, a little shiver tumbling down her spine, curling at the base where the tail twitched in response.

Dr. Patel gave a low chuckle, holding out a strip of bacon between his fingers. Emily's eyes sparkled as she padded toward him, a cheerful ruff bubbling out of her before she could stop it. Her tail wagged in short, eager flicks, the movement nudging the plug just enough to make her body flutter. She leaned in, lips parting to gently take the bacon between her teeth, letting out a soft, pleased moan as she chewed. Her eyes lifted, sweet and round, and her tongue slipped out in a long, slow lick along his fingers--grateful, a little teasing, and utterly happy.

She moved between them, accepting small bites of food--crispy bacon, bits of toast, pieces of fruit--and each treat sent a joyful shudder through her, the plug shifting inside and sending tingles through her core. Warmth bloomed between her legs, slickness gathering with every needy little clench. She leaned into their hands, pressing her cheek to a palm here, angling her chin into a scratch there, soft moans slipping free as fingers stroked her hair or drifted along her neck. Now and then, she'd drop to her elbows, chin resting on her hands, eyes glinting with playful mischief, tongue slipping out as she waited for another treat. Whenever a hand reached down, she met it with a soft, teasing lick along the fingers, breath hitching in quiet little sighs, the smell of breakfast thick and heavy in the room.

When Dr. Patel fastened the leash to her collar, Emily jolted with a sharp little gasp. Her thighs squeezed together as a flutter ran through her belly, tongue spilling from her mouth in a soft pant, eyes wide and glowing with eager energy.

"Good girl," he murmured, tugging lightly on her leash as he held the bacon just above her face. Her eyes went adorably crossed trying to follow it, tongue lolling out in a helpless little pant, making him chuckle. "Such a hungry little thing. Ready to show us how good you really are?"

Emily dropped into a crouch, knees tucked beneath her, tail perked high in anticipation. She gave a little shimmy of her hips, cheeks warming as the movement tugged at the snug pressure inside her. Her breath came fast and soft, a happy little ruff escaping her lips as she looked up at him, waiting.

"Atta girl," Dr. Patel said with a grin, stepping forward. "Up and over--show us that cute little bounce!"

She launched forward with a delighted yip, hands and knees gliding over the carpet, her whole body bursting with eager energy. She leapt the first cushion in one smooth bound, back arched in a graceful curve, a breathy laugh spilling from her lips. Her perky, youthful breasts bounced with the motion, rising and falling in a soft, cheerful jiggle that made her giggle even harder, tongue flicking out in pure, giddy joy.

"Under!" he called, and she ducked low, sliding under the chair with puppyish grace, her ass high for a moment before she slipped through, her stiff nipples brushing the rug just enough to draw a soft, surprised squeak from her lips.

"That's it, pretty girl--slow now. Show them how well you move," Dr. Patel said, his voice warm with praise.

Weaving through the final stretch, her movements were a teasing mix of playfulness and charm--knees skimming the carpet, fingers splayed for balance, hips rolling just enough to make the men's eyes linger. Her grin was pure mischief, her posture full of puppy charm--obedient, playful, a little showy without even meaning to be. Soft, panting breaths and happy yips mixed in the air as she finished with a little leap into a breathless heap at their feet.

Emily looked up, eyes sparkling with joy, tongue curling out in a sweet, silly pant. Crawling closer, she leaned in and gave Dr. Kim's fingers a long, eager lick, a pleased little murmur rising in her throat as she nuzzled into his hand like a needy pup. The men chuckled, amused and utterly charmed, their touches light and lingering--stroking her hair, trailing down her back, caressing the soft curve of her ass. Gentle hands moved to her chest, cupping her tits with idle fondness, thumbs brushing over her stiff nipples in lazy circles that made her gasp and press into the attention with a helpless little moan. Emily melted beneath their hands with blissful sighs, her tail swaying in slow, dreamy arcs behind her, every touch drawing her deeper into the warmth of their affection.

Dr. Patel tossed a small ball into the air, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Fetch, sweetheart! Go on, go on!"

Emily's ears might as well have perked. She gasped--then yipped--and scrambled forward, hands and knees racing across the carpet. Her breasts bounced with every gleeful bound, her tail flicking fast behind her like a metronome of excitement. The sunlight danced across her skin as she snatched the ball in her teeth, a soft, satisfied moan catching in her throat as she turned and scampered back, breath hitching.

As she neared, her tail thumped against the chair with a soft thump, and she gave a surprised squeak, hips jolting as her puckered hole fluttered tight in reflex. The sudden squeeze only made her squirm more, a flush blooming across her cheeks as she let out a shy, breathy whimper.

Dr. Patel laughed as she dropped the ball at his feet.

"Good girl. Clever girl," he murmured, reaching down to ruffle her hair before offering her a treat.

Emily leaned in with shining eyes, lips parting as she gently took it between her teeth. A soft, contented hum slipped from her throat as she pressed into his palm, her lashes fluttering, her body warm and buzzing.

Around the table, the men watched with soft smiles as Dr. Patel guided her through more tricks.

At his signal, she flopped onto her back with an exaggerated little huff, paws curling up over her chest as she cupped her bare tits--nipples stiff and aching, rising with each breath as the morning light kissed her flushed skin. Between her thighs, her pussy glistened, slick and swollen, catching the light in perfect, teasing glimmers.

When told to play dead, she collapsed with dramatic flair, tongue lolling from her mouth, a high-pitched whimper escaping like a pup trying very hard to behave. The room chuckled with delight.

Then came wiggle, and she sprang to her knees with a cheerful bark, hips shaking in an eager shimmy, breasts bouncing with every joyful jiggle. Her tail flicked against a nearby chair with a soft thump, making her squeak and squirm, practically glowing with pride and playful glee.

Laughter and gentle praise filled the room.

As the final trick ended, Dr. Meddows rose, mouth tugged into a fond smile. He crouched beside her, fingers brushing behind her ears.

"Well, well... looks like our little pup's a natural."

Emily whimpered sweetly, her breath catching as she leaned into him, body pliant, tail wagging in slow, sensual waves. Her tongue slipped free in a soft, teasing pant, and she gazed up at him through heavy lashes, those big, puppy eyes wide and shining--utterly devoted, aching for another command, another drop of praise.

As the laughter softened, Dr. Kim tilted his head, a teasing lilt in his voice.

"You know," he mused, "puppies live to please their masters. And what's the one thing they love most?"

A ripple of chuckles passed through the room. Dr. Meddows grinned.

"Bones, naturally."

"Exactly," Dr. Kim said, his eyes glinting. "And not just any bones--good, hard ones."

At that, Emily perked up, head tipping with bright curiosity, her eyes gleaming. A few eager yips escaped her lips, high and playful, her tongue poking out between fast little pants. She went to her knees in front of them, eyes shining, her bare chest rising and falling with quick, needy breaths. Her tongue lolled out in a loose, happy pant, and a tiny shiver rolled through her body as she sat waiting--obedient, hopeful, and already aching to be their good girl.

The men's eyes gleamed with anticipation as they lowered their boxers, thick shafts springing free, already hard and waiting. Dr. Meddows, still wearing that knowing smile, looked down at her and murmured,

"I think our little slut puppy's ready to show us just how much she loves to please."

Emily nodded eagerly, eyes wide and glassy, lips parted in a soft, needy pant. Her body practically vibrated as she crawled forward, tail swaying in slow, hungry arcs. She was a bitch in heat--mind foggy with need, every nerve tuned to their approval. Her movements were instinctive, almost desperate, driven by that raw ache to serve and be filled. She leaned in close, nuzzling against a thigh, letting out a soft whine before her tongue slipped out--slow, loving strokes up each thick length. Her breath hitched with every taste, her soft, eager moans mixing with the men's low groans of satisfaction.

One by one, she took them into her mouth, lips stretching eagerly around each thick length as her tongue worked in smooth, hungry motions. Her breasts bounced softly with the rhythm of her movements, nipples stiff and brushing the cool air with every slow bob of her head. The men watched, low groans slipping from their lips, faces flushed with heat--amused, aroused, and completely mesmerized by their sweet little pup's devoted, messy worship.

Her tongue moved with steady devotion, licking eagerly from one man to the next, giving each of them her full, undivided attention. A concentrated look settled on her face--brows softly furrowed, lips parted around shallow breaths--while a flicker of need and determination shimmered in her eyes. The room stayed mostly quiet, filled only with the soft, wet sounds of her worship and the occasional grunt of approval.

She worked with practiced care, starting with long, slow licks from base to tip--pressing her tongue flat, dragging it up the underside with just the right amount of pressure. At the crown, she'd swirl softly, circling with delicate flicks before giving the head a warm, open-mouthed kiss. Now and then she paused to suck gently, just her lips wrapped around the tip, tongue teasing the slit with playful flicks that made the men groan low and deep.

Then she'd move on, nuzzling closer to the next cock with a happy, obedient murmur--eager to please, to taste, to make them melt. Her tail wagged harder with every little sigh she pulled from them, her energy never fading. If anything, it only sharpened--her licks faster when they twitched in her mouth, slower when they moaned, always adjusting to give exactly what they needed.

A warm, dreamy calm settled over the room, drawn from the steady rhythm of her motions--wet kisses, soft pants, the swish of her tail behind her. She didn't rush. She didn't hesitate. She simply served, with a glow in her cheeks and a shimmer in her eyes, each lick full of pure, wordless devotion.

The men responded in kind--gentle strokes along her back, fingers threading through her hair, soft murmurs of praise drifting down like warm rain. Emily leaned into every touch, her body loose and fluid, completely immersed in her task. The air around them thickened with heat, rich with the scent of arousal and skin, each breath heavier than the last. Her steady, devoted pace anchored the room in something slow, deep, and almost unbearably intimate.

They stood close around her, shifting in and out of her focus, never far from her mouth or her hands. While she worshiped one, another would rest his cock against the top of her head, or gently rub it along her cheek, smearing precum across her flushed skin. She didn't flinch. If anything, she pressed closer, a soft whimper slipping from her lips as she offered herself to each touch without hesitation--her tongue still working with slow, obedient rhythm on whoever she knelt before.

Her movements grew smoother, more precise, as though she'd slipped fully into a quiet, obedient trance. Her world had narrowed--just mouths, hands, hard cocks, and the praise she earned with every lick. She moved by instinct now, her tongue responding to every twitch, every sigh. The men's voices grew rougher, more breathless, their bodies shifting under her touch--hips jerking, thighs tensing, faces flushed with mounting pleasure.

Eventually, Dr. Rodriguez gave her leash a gentle tug. Her lips slipped from his cock with a soft pop, a string of glistening saliva stretching between them.

"Open up, little slut puppy," he said--his voice firm but full of warmth.

Emily obeyed without hesitation, lifting her chin and parting her lips wide with a happy little whimper. The first thick burst of cum hit her tongue--hot, heavy, unmistakably his--and she moaned as the taste spread across her palate, salty and deep, claiming her completely. Her whole body trembled as a soft orgasm rippled through her, hips giving a helpless twitch, breath catching. She swallowed eagerly, tongue pressing forward, greedy to catch every last drop. A shiver of pride and pleasure hummed through her chest.

The next man stepped in, cock already thick and pulsing, his release beginning to spill even before she could wrap her lips around him. Emily moaned, her tongue darting out in fast, frantic licks, trying to catch it all. Her breath came in short, shaky gasps, and her eyes fluttered as her face was painted with streaks of white. The mess ran down her cheeks, over her chin, dripping across her tits and splashing to the floor--but she didn't stop. She didn't care. She was glowing.

Her tail wagged wildly behind her, body practically vibrating with joy. She sat in the mess with her tongue hanging, chest rising and falling in fast little pants, skin glistening with sweat, cum, and the pure thrill of being used and adored.

Dr. Kim stepped in next, stroking himself slowly as he moved forward. His load spilled across her face in thick, hot ropes, catching in her lashes, dribbling down her jaw and neck. Emily whimpered with bliss, face tilted up, lips parted in shameless offering. Her eyes fluttered half-shut as she licked her lips between soft, puppyish pants, catching what she could, glowing in the warmth of their pleasure.

Unable to resist, she dropped back onto all fours, tongue darting out in quick, eager swipes as she began lapping the cum from the floor. Her breasts swayed with each movement, nipples stiff and glistening, brushing against the rug with every shift of her shoulders. Her tail wagged behind her in frantic little bursts, matching the wild spark in her eyes. The mess only seemed to excite her more--her energy bright, raw, and radiant, like a puppy overwhelmed with joy.

The men watched her with a mix of amused indulgence and quiet awe. Their laughter was soft and low, warm with affection, blending with Emily's cheerful yips as she cleaned with unfiltered, messy glee. She moved fast, proud, her tongue flicking out again and again as she chased every drop--her body glowing, her face flushed, her whole world distilled down to this sweet, sticky joy.

The room swelled with quiet satisfaction as she continued, still panting softly, still glowing. Tongue out, chest heaving, she scoured the floor with blissful determination--gathering every drop she could find like it was the greatest reward she could be given.

Dr. Meddows watched her crawl and lick with glowing admiration--her tail swaying, her tongue darting out over the slick floor, her body flushed and covered in streaks. With a low grunt, he stepped behind her and gripped the base of her plug.

"Good girl," he murmured, giving it a slow, deliberate pull.

Emily whimpered, back arching instinctively, her ass rising into the air. The plug slipped free with a wet, audible pop, leaving her hole gaping, stretched, and twitching. She let out a breathy moan, her knees widening, her chest low against the messy floor.

Without hesitation, he lined himself up and pressed in--thick, hard, and stretching her all over again.

She gasped, her whole body jolting forward as his cock sank into her used little hole. Her fingers clawed the carpet, breath stuttering as he bottomed out inside her, her rim clenching greedily around the thick intrusion. A soft yip slipped from her lips, her eyes fluttering, tongue flicking out as her tail stub twitched helplessly behind her.

He began to move.

Each thrust sent her rocking, her face dragging lightly across the cum-slick floor, breasts swaying beneath her, nipples smeared and stiff. His hips smacked against her bare ass in a steady, brutal rhythm, her tight little hole gripping every inch with pulsing resistance. Her soft, breathy whines filled the air--high, helpless, sweet--as her tongue hung out in a panting moan, her head bobbing with each stroke.

Her body moved with instinct: back arched deep, ass tilted to take more, tail flicking in rhythm to his thrusts. She moaned as her knees slipped slightly, leaving streaks in the mess, her movements messy, perfect, utterly obedient. Her pleasure wasn't sharp--it was full, blooming hot in her belly, made of rhythm, submission, and the heat of being used.

"That's it," Dr. Meddows growled behind her, voice thick with pleasure. "Such a sweet little bitch."

Emily's answer came in the wag of her hips, the push of her ass, the squeaky whimpers that escaped her lips. Her hole clenched tighter as his pace grew rougher, hips slamming hard enough to echo, filling the room with slick, wet sound and soft, breathless cries.

Then with a final thrust, he groaned and buried himself deep.

She let out a long, high-pitched moan as warmth spread inside her, the thick rush of cum filling her gaping ass. Her mouth fell open, face flushed, arms shaking beneath her. She whimpered through a quiet orgasm of her own, her body trembling as her hole twitched around him, greedily holding every drop.

When he pulled out, she stayed frozen for a moment--still panting, still glowing--her hole twitching, stretched wide and glistening. The ring of muscle slowly pulsed, flexing in soft, helpless spasms. Her rim, swollen and trembling, gaped open in the absence of him, still shaped by his cock.