Balcony Reward

That same evening, after the sun had set and the neighborhood lights began flickering on, Dorothy decided it was time for your reward.

She led you upstairs by the leash, your fluffy champagne-blonde tail wagging nervously behind you, long tongue lolling out and dripping steadily onto the stairs. The brands on your body still felt warm and sensitive, a constant reminder of your new permanent status.

Instead of the bedroom, she took you out onto the large second-floor balcony that overlooked the quiet backyard and offered a partial view of the neighboring houses.

The night air was warm. Soft garden lights illuminated the pool area below. A few distant windows glowed with life — meaning anyone looking in the right direction might see.

Dorothy had changed into a sheer black babydoll that did nothing to hide her heavy breasts or the thick cock hanging between her thighs.

She positioned you at the balcony railing.

“Bend over, Slutcunt. Hands on the rail. Ass out. Tail up.”

You obeyed immediately, gripping the cool metal railing, chest pressed forward, back arched deeply. Your new tail lifted high and began wagging slowly, exposing your plugged hole completely to the night air.

Dorothy stepped behind you.

She pulled the vibrating plug out with a wet pop, setting it aside. Your hole twitched and gaped slightly — already trained to stay open for her.

She didn’t speak much.

She simply lined up her thick cock and pushed inside you in one long, smooth thrust until her hips pressed flush against your ass.

You let out a loud, garbled moan — your long tongue hanging out over the balcony railing as she filled you completely. Drool poured from your mouth in thick strands, falling down toward the garden below.

Dorothy gripped your hips tightly and began fucking you with deep, powerful strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed softly into the night.

“That’s it,” she purred, voice low but carrying. “Let the neighbors hear what a noisy little bitch you are.”

She fucked you harder.

Your tail wagged frantically. Your pierced nipples rubbed against the railing with every thrust. The catheter on your cage dripped steadily, thin strings of pre-cum falling toward the ground below like obscene rain.

You tried to stay quiet.

You failed.

Wet, broken, animalistic moans and whimpers spilled from your open mouth every time she drove into you, especially when she angled her hips to slam against your prostate. Your long tongue flopped uselessly, drool flying with every jolt.

A light turned on in the neighbor’s upstairs window across the way.

Someone was watching.

Dorothy noticed too.

She smiled and reached forward, grabbing the base of your tail like reins. She used it to pull you back onto her cock with every thrust, making you take her even deeper.

“Wag for them, Slutcunt. Show them how happy you are to be bred.”

Your tail wagged harder — fluffy and shameless — while she railed you against the railing.

She fucked you for a long time under the night sky.

When she finally came, she buried herself to the hilt, groaning deeply as she pumped load after thick load into your guts. You came too — ruined and untouched — weak spurts dribbling pathetically from your caged clitty and falling onto the balcony floor.

Dorothy stayed inside you for several minutes afterward, stroking your back and tail while you panted, tongue hanging out, drooling over the railing.

She finally pulled out, cum immediately leaking down your thighs.

She turned you around, cupped your messy face, and kissed your lolling tongue.

“You were such a good girl tonight,” she whispered. “Tomorrow we’re going to the dog park. Leash, tail wagging, tongue out… and maybe I’ll let one of the bigger dogs say hello while people watch.”

Your tail gave a single, involuntary wag.

Dorothy smiled.

The summer was no longer just endless.

It had become eternal.