The Diary

Entery N.3

  15 years ago, the morning of the Christmas Day.



As snow fell outside, Anna, Allison, their parents and grandparents, everyone gathered in the living room to exchange gifts near the Christmas tree. After she opened her gift, Allison discovered Anna gave her a big, beautiful teddy bear that she wanted so much. However, when it came turn for her gift, she couldn't help but feel bad - in comparison, it was terrible. It was a homemade string necklace, with a tiny wooden heart hanging from it which her mother helped her carve. The heart didn't come out as it was supposed to; it looked uneven and bore more resemblance to a tomato, and even Anna's name on it didn't look as good as she imagined it would.

She watched as Anna tore open the gift wrap in excitement with a smile on her face, and waited for the inevitable disappointment... but as she pulled out the necklace from a small box, her smile didn't disappear. Instead she looked at her, and smiled in the most adorable way possible as if it was the best gift in the world, then said, "Thanks Awwie, I wove it... and I wove you!"

Allison blushed bright red. "Don't say things like that! It's embarrassing."

The family laughed, and they ended up having a nice Christmas morning.

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She sat there for a moment and stared at the diary. Now that she thought about it, some of the entries in it seemed familiar - such as cuddling with her on the couch and watching TV, and the time she could vaguely recall, when she asked her as to what she should get her for her birthday. She went through the pages she had already read and found at least a few more entries that had specific information as to what Anna and Avi did together, which matched some of the memories she managed to remember. At the end she had no doubt; Avi or 'Awwie' as Anna used to call Allison back when she couldn't pronounce her name properly, was the one she wrote about in her diary. "So all the things she said about Avi... the panties, the things she wanted to do to her - it was all about me?" she wondered. Her cheeks became flushed, and she closed the diary then placed it down on the bed. She needed a break.

Allison walked downstairs, and into the living room. She sat down on the couch and turned on the TV in effort to distract herself. Calling Anna's diary shocking would be an understatement for the gigantic mindfuck it actually was. Their parents couldn't ever find out about it, that was for certain. Yet it was odd, the way it made her feel, knowing about all of those things Anna felt and imagined doing to her. Flattered... glad, happy even, and a little freaked out for sure. She couldn't help wondering for how long Anna must have had those feelings which she kept hidden, unselfishly accepting that such relationship could never be? Suffering quietly, so close to the person she loved yet at the same time, so far away. It couldn't have been easy. Buster walked into the room and climbed on the couch beside her, distracting her from her thoughts for a moment. She tried focusing on the TV show that was playing on the TV, but her mind kept drifting back to Anna's diary, and strangely enough the drawing she saw inside it.

'I sooo want to do this to Avie. It would be a dream come true...' she remembered reading below it, and her heartbeat speeded up as various thoughts invaded her mind, ideas in fact. Some of them were so terrible that her face was flushed with shame for even thinking about it, and then the worst possible thought came to her mind, 'Why don't you make her dream a reality? If you really believe she's somewhere up there, watching, then she would surely appreciate the show.'

"S-stop it!" she exclaimed out loud as she got annoyed, more like embarrassed by her overactive mind. Buster lifted up his head and looked at her in confusion.

"I'm not doing it! There's no way," she thought as she stood up, then walked towards the kitchen and stopped. 'No one would know.' She was alone, after all, and her parents wouldn't be back in days. The windows in all of the rooms had curtains and no one would be able to see anything from outside even if they wanted, so worst case scenario, she wouldn't enjoy it as much as Anna would want her to. Allison felt crazy for even considering it. But... the more she did, the more she knew it would have made Anna happy. The whole bondage thingy focused on pleasure, not pain, and the way she wrote about it that was what Anna wanted her to experience - with her help, of course, but it's not like she could get a couple of candles, draw a circle, and summon her spirit to help out, could she?

"This... this is such a bad idea," she told herself as she left the kitchen, yet a slight smile appeared on her lips as she headed upstairs. She walked into Anna's room and left the door open, then picked up her diary and read the how-to details on the whole bondage scenario. After that, she placed the diary down and took out the spreader bar from the box, and placed it onto the bed. She found a key inside the box for the mini padlocks on the cuffs, cuffed her right wrist with the cuff that was near the middle, closed the padlock, then gave her right hand the key and managed to unlock herself. Safety should always come first.

Reading the instructions again, the first thing she needed to do was to take the key and freeze it. It was a way to ensure she couldn't set herself free until the cube melted, and the most she could do is speed up the melting with the heat of her hand. Allison went downstairs, then poured some water in the ice cube tray and put the key in one of the slots before placing it into the freezer. She looked at the clock on her phone, it was 16:03; it would take at least a few hours for the key to freeze.

Allison spent the next couple of hours doing her best to distract herself from what she was going to do. Seeing how she was a virgin this would probably be the dirtiest thing she ever did in her life, and thinking about it made her feel overwhelmed among other things; such as the faint tingling in her crotch area that at one point grew into something more, and made her squirm. After a light dinner for both her and Buster, she looked in the freezer and found the key where she left it, frozen in the ice tray cube: It was time for the next step. She picked up the ice cube with the key inside it, then headed upstairs at a slow pace, feeling a little nervous. Allison didn't even think about closing the door of Anna's room when she walked inside it, as her attention was almost immediately drawn to the two-foot long spreader bar laying on the bed and waiting for her. She took a deep breath, then with a sudden feeling of determination, walked up to the bed.

"Anna, this is for you," she said out loud, then followed the next step in the diary. The second step was taking all off the clothes off, and as she did she felt grateful there was heat and the room was warm. She rushed through the next step and the one after it, as she became increasingly more nervous, and was afraid she would chicken out at the last moment. Yet once she held a small, vibrating butt-plug in her hand, she knew if she went past that step she wouldn't stop until she was done.

'It's for (her) pleasure,' it said, and 'Use a lot of lube.'

After using a lot of lube on both the toy and her anus, she bent over then pushed the tip against her sphincter, and to her surprise it went into her butthole a lot more smoothly than she expected it to. Once it settled inside her, it made her feel pleasantly full, which was surprising considering the toy's neck was about the same width as her thumb.

The fifth step was a ball gag, which she rather reluctantly put on, the sixth was spreader bar, and the last step simply said: 'Enjoy! (And tease her mercilessly, until she frees herself or begs you to)'.

Allison took the ice cube and placed it on top of a shirt, on the floor, then picked up the spreader bar, sat down, and put it in front of her. Each end of the bar had leather cuffs attached to it, which would ensure her legs were spread wide and the possible movement would be minimal. The two cuffs near the middle, however, were attached through small inch and a half long chain, which itself was connected to the spreader bar via the eye bolts installed in it. While she would technically be immobilised, it would ensure that once she had the key, she could actually use it to open the mini padlocks on the cuffs - just as she made sure of it herself.

It was all fairly simple, she concluded, but before going any further there was one last thing she had to do; turn on the vibrating butt-plug. And with a single light touch of her finger, the vibrations came on and she gasped into the gag, as a small shock went through her body and for a second made her butthole tense around the toy. The oddly pleasant sensation grew into something more and exciting, while the vibrations ensured she was constantly aware of the toy inside her, and her sphincter gripping it. She placed her ankles in the cuffs and locked the mini padlocks, then with last bit of hesitation did so with her wrists as well: and with that, she was bound.

The position wasn't highly comfortable since her back was stretched and her arms drawn between her legs, so Allison did her best to lift her legs and her arms off the floor, then up into the air until she was laying down on her back, with her head resting on the floor and her legs bent and pulled towards her chest. She was highly embarrassed to be in such position, but there was no one that could see her - except hopefully Anna - so she felt rather relaxed, while the lovely vibrations of the butt-plug slowly made her aroused, horny, and eventually led her to an orgasm over the course of a couple minutes. As the afterglow of her orgasm slowly wore off, Allison decided she wouldn't mind just laying there until the ice has melted, in less than 20-ish minutes; it was nice.

Buster, however, had other plans. His curiosity as to Allison's absence led him upstairs, and when he noticed the door to Anna's room was open he barged right in. Unfortunately, Anna wasn't there. But then, a particularly familiar scent captured his attention and he turned towards Allison whose head way laying sideways. Her eyes were partially closed and at first she didn't notice him, but when she saw a big, hairy silhouette standing by the open door, she almost jumped out of her skin. Her eyes opened wide and it took her a second to recognize it was just the dog, before she sighed in relief while her heart continued to race. "Buster," she grumbled in annoyance, yet with the gag in her mouth it came out as nothing more but an unintelligible growl. For a moment he just stood there before he casually walked up to her, bent this head low, and sniffed Allison's pussy that was so readily available for him. She wasn't very shocked as it was just another day of living with Buster, but then a thought that never before had crossed her mind now did, "What if he wanted to do more than just sniff?"

Buster being who he is, he had the same thought in his mind all along. Faced with the intoxicating scent coming from her crotch, he let out his long tongue and gave her pussy a tentative lick; the first lick made her squeal, the second struggle, and the third caused horror as she realized she was stuck, unable to get free, in a position that offered easy access of her pussy to Buster.

To make the matter worse, it became increasingly apparent that Buster liked her taste as he kept licking away in a steady, vehement manner, and panic gripped her body and made her muscles tense as she felt an orgasm building from within, helped by the incessant vibrations of the butt-plug. She squirmed her butt in effort to escape his tongue, yet despite how much she tried all she could do was watch as her pussy grew wetter with each of his licks, until the point when his canine saliva and her juices mixed and dripped along her labia, then started rolling down her mound. She whined miserably and struggled harder, right before his velvety tongue slipped all the way up and over her sensitive, protruding clit. He repeated the movement several times while her cries of protest grew, until suddenly the wet, soft touch of his tongue on her clit was too much for her to bear, and she was swept up by a powerful orgasm; her butt tensed, her fingers and toes curled, and her whole body convulsed, all while Buster lapped up all the juices the produced.

Allison's struggles came to a stop and she laid there, waiting and quietly hoping his tongue would get tired or he would get bored and stop. But he didn't. Soft, muffled protests came from her lips as her eyes fixated on the visible betrayal of her body, in the earlier form of a small trail of their juices which slowly reached her stomach, and every couple of seconds her gaze was drawn to her crotch, to witness his tongue appear in its full glory as it runs from her slit all the way up and over her clit, before disappearing again between the glistening cleft of her pink vulva. Her protests grew as she watched another trail of their juices make its way downwards, before she realized she had to do something about it all if she was to remain a sane person.

It was then that she remembered something which had slipped her mind; if she got the cube and used her heat on it, she could speed up its melting and get free. She gathered her strength then tried to roll forward. With some struggle she managed to get her legs and her hands down onto the floor, and was satisfied to see Buster pull away - even if it was only for a moment. Buster took a step forward through her spread arms, bent his head low, and as he started licking her again his cold, wet nose nuzzled against her clit, causing her to squeal into the gag. But within seconds her eyes closed and her breathing speeded up, and she had to focus hard just to remember what she was supposed to do. "The key," she reminded herself and opened her eyes, then looked around and saw that the shirt on which she left it on was located right underneath the dog. Her cheeks grew red with shame as she realized what she had to do in order to get to the cube, then using only her butt and heels, she advanced forward, practically pushing herself onto his tongue. Once she reached the shirt she grasped the cube with her left hand, and made a fist around it in hope of speeding up its melting. "Buster, I'm so going to kill you when I get free!" she said in a half-moan, but her words were effectively muffled by the gag, and the big ball of fluff ignored the sounds she made, paying his full attention to her pussy.

Time seemed to reach a stand-still as she waited for the cube to melt, and with vibrations of the butt-plug along with his incessant licking, it became evident she would reach an orgasm long before she was free. Allison whined miserably, then pushed with her heels against the floor and tried backing away, but Buster followed every movement she made and his tongue never left her pussy for longer than a second. After a feet she stopped, then whimpered as he pressed his cold nose against her engorged clit, and his tongue pushed back inside her. She was about to resign to her fate when a brilliant idea occurred to her: If she could somehow get herself on her knees, she could press her butt against the bed and Buster wouldn't be able to lick her anymore! While her idea at first seemed nigh impossible to achieve, she realized she could do it by rolling to her side first, and then onto her front.

After a couple of attempts she managed to roll to her right, and while Buster pulled away, he came back again. He cocked his head to the side, then after a couple successive licks his tongue pushed past her labia and drove into her pussy far deeper than before, bringing a muffled moan of pleasure from her lips. His licks, much to her chagrin, felt good. In fact she would argue they were better than using any dildo or vibrator in the world, as his tongue was soft, wet, and long, ensuring that if he was allowed, any pussy would be thoroughly soaked and completely probed by the time he was done. Allison cheeks were flushed and drool dripped from the side of her gagged mouth, but even when she found herself unconsciously grinding her pussy against his tongue, trying to get it deeper... she couldn't will herself to stop. Her muffled moans grew louder, and it wasn't long before her efforts paid off as she was brought to an orgasm.

During the length of her orgasm Buster licked along her slit, but once her orgasm was over his tongue pushed its way back in, bringing a groan from Allison who was in disbelief that he showed no signs of stopping. "How long would he keep licking me if I let him?" she wondered, but as soon the afterglow of her orgasm wore off and guilt started taking over, she shook the shameful thought out of her mind. She opened her hand and saw that the cube only had a couple of minutes to go until it has melted, then gathered her strength, and with more struggle and another roll she ended up on her knees, with her ass in the air and her face down on the floor.

One could say it was the moment Buster was waiting for; while another could argue that Allison was simply too absorbed in her own thoughts and pleasure to notice what was happening to Buster - such as his big, red, dripping cock hanging between his legs. To get to the bed she would have to move closer then turn to her left and push her butt back against it, but before she could do any of that Buster jumped on her back, and it took her a second to feel and recognize what was poking against her butt. The moment she did she squealed in horror, and as he began humping her ass she moved it towards the opposite direction from where she felt his cock, which worked. Buster grew frustrated and climbed off, then pushed his nose between her legs and licked her pussy, while she crawled closer towards the bed. After a couple of seconds Buster stopped his licking, and even though she was anticipating it, Allison was startled when he jumped onto her back and immediately started humping forwards, the strength of which made her drop the ice cub from her hand, and it rolled along the wooden floor towards the bed.

"Oh no..." she thought as the key stopped right beside her face. She tried to act fast and turned to her left, but she stopped when she realized that the cube was too close to the bed and she wouldn't be able to reach it once her butt was pressed against it, and while she hesitated, Buster took the opportunity he was given; the first try missed, as did the second, but the third didn't.

Allison yelped against the gag as her pussy was stretched open by his large intruder, before he pulled it back and slammed it deeper. Buster was eager to reap the fruit of his hard labour and her pussy was too wet to offer much resistance, instead it embraced his every thrust with a soft, tight hug that would make the most endurable men orgasm within moments. As the initial pain from being suddenly stretched wore off, hate and disgust that she wanted to feel weren't there, the only thing that remained was the growing pleasure taking over her body with each of his thrusts. She squirmed her butt in effort to offer some kind of a struggle, but all she accomplished was to rub her ass against the fluffy coat of his legs and his underside, which only excited him further while also serving to remind her that she was sharing her first time with a dog, and not a human being.

She whimpered in humiliation as her cheeks grew red, and stopped her futile struggle. In doing so, other aspects of Buster became more apparent; such as how warm his cock was, the constant dribble of his come inside her pussy, and his panting as he pounded her butt. Her mind was racing as she tried to think of something she could do, but thinking about it only made it obvious that no matter what she tried, she would still be there, and he would still be behind her, inside her, fucking her until he was satisfied - and being aware of how utterly helpless she was turned her on beyond belief. The feelings which she tried to hard to restrain were breaking out, and when a moan of pleasure slipped through her gagged lips, the rest came flooding right out. Muffled sounds of moans and whines came from her mouth as she became consumed by shame and pleasure, while Buster's thrusts grew harder and deeper, making her butt jiggle. It wasn't long before she was approaching an orgasm, one that would without doubt be the biggest one yet.

That's when she felt his 'bulge', his knot growing, and her soft groans were replaced by moans as he pushed it in and out, until it swelled to a size of a small fist and could no longer fit inside her. He repeatedly slammed his knot against her labia trying his damndest to get it back inside, but when all of his effort went for naught, to Allison's dismay, his thrusts began to slow down. After acknowledging how much she enjoyed what Buster was doing, the mere thought of being left without an orgasm made made her uncomfortable, so she considered her options and quickly concluded there was only one thing she could do - fuck back. She let out a whimper as she pushed her ass back against Buster, trying to excite him again and make him see that she was going to help him to get his knot inside her, but he wasn't responding. With her desperation growing and his thrusts slowing, she settled on a last-ditch effort: matching his thrusts.

It took her a couple of attempts before she synced with him, but once she did and the strength of their mutual thrusts made her pussy stretch around the swell of his knot, Buster began thrusting with renewed vigour; his hind feet were stepping all over her calves, while his front paws gripped at her thighs. As soon the resistance of her pussy started to fade and their tying became imminent, he slammed forward even harder, and the claws on his front feet dug into her skin, drawing blood and bringing a groan from Allison. But she didn't stop, instead she pushed back time and time again, bucking her ass against him and meeting each thrust of his, and within moments their fucking devolved into pure animalistic passion with both of them working in unison towards the same goal, almost as one.

Suddenly, their combined efforts bore fruit and his knot popped inside her, bringing a muffled cry of shock and pleasure from her as she was filled to the limit like never before. Yet Buster kept fucking her, his thrusts growing short and brisk, blissfully unaware of what he was doing to her - her eyes glazed over as his knot filled her, giving her the kind of pleasure she was yearning for, pushing her to the very verge of an orgasm, only to take it away as he pulled out, frustrating her, edging her - again and again.

"Buster, please..." she whined, pleading for him to stop, but her pleas were muffled and ignored.

A couple of seconds later after a particularly hard thrust, Buster came to a stop, and with his cock deeply within her she finally came, right before he started ejaculating. Her fingers and toes curled, her back arched, and her whole body shook as her vaginal muscles enveloped his cock in a loving hug, spasmodically massaging it, coaxing spurt after spurt of his warm seed to bathe her cervix. Allison whined happily while she wiggled, rubbed, and even humped back against him with her butt, for the first time enjoying the feel of his soft fluff brushing against her skin as she experienced the most perfect union of two beings. When her orgasm finally ended and her muscles relaxed their grip, Buster decided it was the right moment to get his hind legs off her calves; when he stepped off, his knot was pulled back and it tugged against her entrance, before it settled deeper within her and brought her to another orgasm. As one orgasm ended another seemed to start with Buster testing their tie several times, then at one point he got off her back and turned around, and they stood butt to butt; she could only whine when his cock finally slipped out of her pussy, causing their juices to come gushing out and fall onto the floor between her legs.

Buster turned around and gave her dripping pussy a couple of licks, causing her to groan, before he left the room with his tail wagging and his shrinking cock dangling between his legs. She was panting hard and struggling to think straight as the butt-plug took over Buster's role, and in a rather slow pace brought her to another orgasm. It was a couple of minutes later before Allison realized that possibly the best experience of her life was over. Thinking about it in that way made her feel slightly ashamed, but she saw no point in lying to herself. Allison crawled forward, then grabbed the key and set herself free. She unclasped the gag and let if fall onto the floor, then turned off the butt-plug and took it out, before standing up onto her feet and stretching her back. Using the shirt from the floor she cleaned herself, and while doing so she spotted the big puddle of their mutual juices residing on the floor, where they mated. Mated. The word alone made her body shudder. Once she was relatively clean she decided to take a bath, but on her way out of the room she stopped at the door then looked up towards the ceiling, and with her cheeks red uttered, "I hope you didn't see that," before making her way downstairs. Following a rather long shower, she picked up the mop and went back upstairs, where she cleaned the mess they made, the butt-plug and the ball gag she used, then put it all away in the box she found them in, along with the spreader bar.

Allison left the 'keep' box in Anna's room and carried the rest of the boxes downstairs, including the two that she found in Anna's closet which she earlier decided to throw away. She walked into the living room where she found Buster laying on his usual spot, the couch. When he lifted his head to look at her, she glared back at him; she wanted to punish him for what he did to her while she was helpless. Yet as she debated as to what would be the right punishment for him, the memories of his body pressed against her, taking her, filling her - they all came flooding back, and for a moment she stood motionless and breathless as she reminisced about her experience, before shaking herself free from those memories. Even though all of it made her feel terribly ashamed, she couldn't help but wonder if he deserved any punishment at all. With every passing second that she spent thinking about it her breath quickened and ultimately she decided to do nothing except grumble 'Bad dog,' when she sat down beside him. However, she hardly doubted he understood what she said.

They spent the whole evening in awkward silence - though he wasn't a great conversationalist to begin with - and when it came time for bed, she left him outside of her room... but when she heard him whining outside of her door, she took pity on him and let him inside, and he quickly climbed onto her bed and laid down. She was exhausted after her eventful evening, and despite Buster being on her mind along with a worried thought as to what her sister would have said about it all, she swiftly fell asleep.

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The buzz of her phone woke her up early next morning. She picked it up and went through the dozens of messages wishing her a happy New Year, with a few from friends she hadn't talked to in a while additionally saying 'I hope you had a chance to share the New Year's Eve with someone special!'. Allison placed the phone down on the bed, and as she unwittingly recalled the memories from last night her cheeks took on a soft shade of red. Her eyes drifted to her feet, and she found Buster laying there beside her, like any other day.

With a sigh she took her phone and answered each message individually, and spent a while laying in her bed. When she finally felt ready to face the new day Buster had woken up, and he followed her downstairs where she gave him food and made some for herself. After her breakfast she checked outside and saw that the sidewalks were cleared, so she decided to take Buster out on a walk. It was then, while attaching a leash to his collar that she noticed there was something else written on the other side of his ID tag. She took it in her hand, turned it around, and immediately blushed as she read the short inion that said, "Stud." As in Stud Muffin, as in-- fuck. During their walk she wondered what else has Anna written in her diary, and about the rest of the content in those boxes... which somehow brought her to the last night's event, which at first made her feel uneasy... at first, anyway.

By the time they arrived back home Allison realized her curiosity could only be sated if she went through the boxes, and once Buster was off the leash and her boots in the hallway closet, she went through the boxes and discovered plethora of interesting, err, bad, naughty toys. But the thing that surprised her the most she found in the second box - a book-shaped object located all the way near the bottom. She picked it up with nervous anticipation, then gulped as she read the title which said, 'My Dirty Thoughts'. Her heart was racing as she wondered what kind of obscenities were written inside, when the contents of the diary Anna hid under her pillow was pure filth?

She opened the diary then turned the first page, and the next one said 'Dedicated to Allison.' She blinked in confusion at first as to why she'd suddenly use her name, then realized she must have never thought anyone but her would read it, as it was fairly well hidden. She turned another page. Near the top, there was question, 'How do you tell your sister that she's the love of your life?' followed by an answer, 'You don't. You hug your pillow, cry, and try to get over it.'

Further below, it said, 'If this diary somehow ever finds its way into your hands... I'm sorry,' then right below, 'Burn it,' and further down, 'I love you.'

Allison closed the diary, then hugged it against her chest and smiled. She could never do such a thing as burn it, or throw it away for that matter, she realized. Even if this diary had worse stuff in it than the other one, she knew if she read it she would understand her sister better than before, and in doing so it would make her feel closer to her - even though she was gone. After all, the diary under Anna's pillow already made her realize how much really she loved her, and she was sure she would uncover more secrets about Anna if she read them both, cover to cover. As her eyes fell onto her sister's 'toy' boxes, she decided that it might be for the best if she, well, brought them up to her room and put them in her closet. Just for safe keeping. As she picked one of the boxes up and carried it upstairs, a naughty smile danced on her lips.

The End.