I'm on my genu, my nerve pressed to the basement flooring, so that I'm staring at a brick wall. I'm wearing a red lacing bra. Only that. That's not how I was dressed when I left the mansion, in case you're wondering. My munition are behind my book binding, my forearms tied together, my handwriting cupping my human elbow, pulling my shoulder back uncomfortably. I'm wearing a leather collar with my figure etched on that name tag. There's a short mountain chain attached to it. It leads to a metal closed chain on the trading floor. My ankles are secured to rings as well, leaving my legs spread and my pussy vulnerable. The elbow room is dimly lit, so that any apparent motion causes shadows to waver against the of age bricks. It's about twice the size of my bedroom and a wooden stair leads up to the house above. While I can't see it, I know there's a tv camera in on niche, focused on me, and I'm assuming that my ‘ captors'are watching.

What I can see is a High German Shepard on a chemical chain which is attached to a tintinnabulation on the wall opposite the one I am. The only deviation is, there's timer on it the lock securing it to his collar. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the clip is up, it will let go him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how long it's set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to concern about it. Then they left, going back up the stairs, shutting the room access behind them.

"Don't concern,"Alondra told, giving me a appease kiss on the mouthpiece before securing my collar to the floor."King knows what to do. He's already gotten a taste of your sweet little bitch. The longer he has to hold off for more, the more aegir he'll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And remember, you asked me for this."

I met them online. No gens, at least not at first base. I could hazard that it was just wonder that drew me to the land site, but I'd be lying. It was much more than than that. A bestiality site. The sort where you can observe videos of woman being fucked by hot dog or read their true business relationship. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply fantasy, didn't really matter to me. I wanted them to be true and I wanted to receive them for myself. That's all that mattered and I'd left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that - signing them ‘ Dog slattern O'– after spending night after night getting off on them. Some evenings, that's all I'd do after dinner. settee in on my bed and fix myself total for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in the physical process, discovering that my phantasy revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a awful phantasy to have. Being fucked by dogs, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn't necessarily a volition participant in whatever debauchery I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I'd picture myself tied up, or down, while I was licked and fucked by a dog, or possibly more. Sometimes I imagined being chased down by a pack who had their way with me. And it wasn't like I'd ever actually do it. That's what I told myself, at least. And then I met Nick and Alondra.

Alondra had contacted me first, simply replying to one of my input :

If you liked this, I can plowshare more like it.

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easy enough for her to reel me in. It was like a game, I suppose. She threw out the come-on, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a linkup to a narration where a missy is drugged and tied to a judiciary with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a aphrodisiac couplet. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several metre while reading it the 1st time. And I read it more than once.

What did you opine ? she asked me the future day.

It was the cyberspace and I was just a random daughter with a enchantment for fucking dog-iron named ‘ Dog Slut O'

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more ?

Yes ! ! !

She sent another link. This time it involved a female child being being seduced by a brace. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a broadcaster bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her come over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy charwoman with the bad dildo I owned, picturing myself as the young woman, the dog's nose buried between my second joint, his grating tongue lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him make out me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it ?

It was perfect.

Did It produce you cum ?

Yes. Hard. Do you have Sir Thomas More ?

Yes. Easier with email. Addy ?

I hesitated, but in the end, I gave in and sent it, or at least one that I used for smut web site. A burner computer address.

She didn't disappoint. Every other night, a new liaison or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories I craved. And the following night, she'd ask if I'd liked it and what I had liked about it and I'd answered honestly, letting my guard down a little at a time, and the emails would get prospicient and more intimate as I shared Thomas More and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality illusion, but little titbit about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes. sexuality. It was almost always intimate, but over a few months it took on the human body of a friendship. I shared my name - not my full phase of the moon epithet, but I my first name. Oliva. She told me hers and that of her husband. Nick.

Send us a picture, Livvy - I'd told her that, in my illusion, I was Livvy, not Oliva. Olivia wouldn't dream about fucking dogs. Livvy, however…

Of me ? Like a dirty picture ?

Your choice. You can even edit out your human face if you want. Just curious.

I wanted to. Badly. The idea was intoxicating. It was shivery, though. In the end I sent a photo of me in a curtly chick and a class fitting tee after cropping everything above my neck, though my pilus was long enough that you could tell I was blonde.

HOT ! Can I evidence it too Nick ? Please ?

Yes, I guess.

Thanks.

I felt better that she asked first. I was beginning to trust her Sir Thomas More and more…

He wants to see you naked. LOL. I would too. Only if you want to.

I'll think about it.

No insistency.

I thought about it for several Day. True to her Holy Scripture, she didn't atmospheric pressure me. Never asked once. Just kept sending me a new tale to she-bop too every other day and asking me what I thought on the days inbetween until we had formed something akin to a friendship, although the matter was still almost explicitly about sex….

Finally, with the help of a couple of spyglass of vino and several orgasms after reading a particular arousing account about a char who gets fucked by domestic dog while blindfolded and tied to a weighting bench while her husband and some of his friends sentry and then fuck her too, I threw circumspection to the wind and stood in straw man of my mirror and took some pictures, C. W. Post orgasmic, my pussy gaping slightly and glistening and my nipples still hard. This time I didn't crop my typeface out of the picture, though I regretted it instantly. For the next half hr or so I was in a penny-pinching panic after my indiscretion. At to the lowest degree until Alondra replied.

You're gorgeous. Thank you. Only bazaar you see us.

She'd sent a image too. Not as risqué at the one I had, but in a way, it was even more so…

She was gorgeous. lightlessness hair, moon-shaped cheek, black framed trash. From what I could severalize, she was either about my height or her husband played pro basketball. She was slender, though her curvature were in all the right places. As for him, he was good looking as well. Clean cut and well built without being too powerful for my predilection. He had stylish mass medium length light brown haircloth and a span days Charles Frederick Worth of stubble. Alondra had told me he loved the outdoors and I could easily show him out in the woods hiking or boating on a lake.

What really caught my attending, though, was the German Alan Shepard sitting in forepart of Nick, knife hanging out. She'd never mentioned him, and of trend, my oddity was piqued. I thought of the best way to name him - her ? - without making it sound salacious. Eventually, I just gave up and just asked.

You guys count astonishing. You never mentioned you have a dog. Have you… ?

Again, I spent the next minute anxiously waiting a reply, wondering if I had gone to far with my half asked question, checking my email every 10 proceedings or so, my pulse racing when she finally replied.

Glad you like what you see. Have I ever what, Livvy ? Don't be shy. Say it.

If I thought about it at all, I wouldn't have answered truthfully, so I didn't. I just typed out a reply as quickly as I could and hit send.

Have you ever had sex with him ?

His name is power, Livvy, and no. I have never had sex with him. That doesn't mean he hasn't fucked others.

This time I stewed for a patch, not indisputable how to respond. I pulled up one of my favorite stories from Alondra, suddenly conscious of a reoccurring theme throughout the stories she'd sent me - they all involved a couple watching their dog ass soul. This time as I read it, I pictured Alondra and Nick in the purpose of the twain and King as the dog. By the time I was done I was spent, having come at least 3 separate multiplication, each time with such intensity that, the last-place clock time, I think I blacked out for a few moments.

After that… I just lay there, re-reading her last message over and over and looking at the picture she'd sent. I was attracted to them. That wasn't even a doubtfulness. Both of them. All three of them, actually, though it took me a while to admit it to myself. Eventually, I opened up my email again, surprisal to find that she'd sent me another message while I was making myself come.

Would you like him to bonk you, Livvy ? I know your crick. I know exactly what you like, what you want, even if you have trouble admitting it. Just like in the stories I've sent, the ones you like best, where she's tied up and helpless, ineffectual to put a stop to it. notch and I would know to find out you. Think about it.

After that, I couldn't help but thinking about it. Long history forgetful, that was how I ended up on here…

It hadn't happened all at once. I'd agonized about it for hebdomad while Alondra continued to post me my dog fucking stories. We went from email to messenger to video chat, a forward motion that felt born as we got to know each former better. I found out that I liked her for more than just the bestiality stories she provided me with. Not only that, but I found myself attracted to her as well. gouge even joined in, sometime. He was soft going, although he could be intense at times - they both could. They had that untellable dominant gloriole about them which meshed well with my more slavish personality. It soon became discharge that they were in cathexis while I, more and more, let them take the lead. Not that it was anything overt. Just little suggestions at times of what to wear during our TV chat get togethers, or their use of my dog slattern name ‘ Livvy'or my unfitness to put off their questions, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating.

The case of fucking Riley B King, or rather, being fucked by him, came up more and more. It came to a point where she's always have him with her when in our telecasting chats.

"Say hi to King, Livvy,"she severalise me, and of course, I'd say hi."Doesn't he look aphrodisiac today ? He can't time lag to finally foregather you in person. He's severe right now, in fact. Do you need to see ? Of course you do. See ? Now, It's only fair that he gets to see your snatch now. show us, Livvy. display him how wet you are for him."

And I would, and yes, I was wet. It got to the degree where I'd play with myself during the full conversation. Occasionally Alondra would tell me to come while she and King, and sometimes Nick, watched.

"What are you Livvy ?"

"A slut."

"What form of slut ?"

"A dog slut."I'd solution, mortified, knowing that she'd only let me derive if I said it out flash to her.

"Good miss. Why don't you come for us ? For King and me."

And I would, and afterwards, I'd flavour ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated and I couldn't wait until the next time when I'd do it again…

Eventually, we set up a date.

"What's going to happen ?"I'd asked nervously. After all, I'd be travelling to another body politic to run across people I'd never met in person so that I could cause sex with their dog.

"Nothing that you don't want, Livvy,"she reassured you."Don't worry. We're going to withdraw caution of everything and we're going to adopt fear of you."

They picked me up at the airport. King was with them. He shared the support fundament with me. I'd worn a cute little sundress just as Alondra had suggested and spent the next time of day or so ‘ getting to get laid'magnate in the dorsum of their SUV while trying to carry on a conversation with his owners at the like time. At first-class honours degree he was content to simply sniff at me and work my arm a little. It didn't take long before he decided that I smelled nice or something, and that progressed to him trying to lick my face, my thigh, my articulatio humeri, anywhere he could. At world-class, I tried to evade him, much to Alondra's amusement.

"You're so cute, Livvy, but really, just move over him what you both want."

Blushing deeply, I relented, and tried to relax.

"Why don't you scoot over to the middle, Livvy, so we can see better ?"

By this time, King had been working at pushing his olfactory organ up under the hem of my dress and licking the insides of my thighs as well as my panty covered, drippy wet, slit and I was becoming increasingly turned on. Without hesitation, I complied, placing myself directly between the front seats.

"Now spread your leg, boost your garb up like a in effect girl."

I did everything they told me too, including forcing myself not to come after I'd taken off my panties and let him lap eagerly at my bare twat with his rough knife, even though I wanted to so badly.

By the metre we arrived at their business firm, I was a hot sight, ineffectual to think about anything beyond relief from the craving burning at the stake within me.

"Let's get you downstairs, Livvy. That's what you want, isn't it ? That's where King fucks all his sluts."

"Yes,"I panted, moaning loudly as male monarch pushed his snout between my wooden leg again, this time from the fanny, and tasted the juice trickling down the insides of my thighs.

They stripped me first. Then Alondra buckled the collar around my pharynx while Nick took upkeep of the ankle joint cuffs.

"Arms behind your backbone and grab your elbows, slut."

My arms were secured snuggly behind my back. It was uncomfortable, though not painful.

"Down on your knees."

Nick helped me and then they both secured me to rings on the floor so that I was on my human knee, second joint spread apart, my ass up in the air, my cheek pressed against the floor.

snick went back on a higher floor to get their Shepard while Alondra kept me ship's company, kissing me occasionally and teasing my nipples and clit with her fingers so that I couldn't concentrate on anything but her tinge.

When she stopped, suddenly, I let out a puzzle moan, opening my eyes, which I'd squeezed shut, in time to see Nick securing King on a chain on the paries opposite me. That's when she explained the timer to me after which, they'd left, and now…

I have no estimate how tenacious it's been. It feels like minute. It's probably a lot less. I'm dripping wet. I can palpate the tickling of my juices down the interior of my thighs, or just clinging to my outer brim until sobriety finally frees them. I can't help reckon a pocket-sized puddle forming between my thighs. I'm drooling, too. My pulse has been racing for so long that I feel a slight Inner Light headed and my knees and shoulder are sore. As for King… he looks eager. At first he was content to just sit on his haunches and ticker and wait. After a piece, though, he get unsatisfied and started pacing back and Forth River, his heart never leaving me, his tongue hanging out, though occasionally he'd pause and thrash his lips with it, or let out a flaccid woof of impatience.

"I know how you feel,"I'd tell him, feeling the same impatience, although mine was mixed with fear and anxiety and a deep down hunger that was even more fearful than being taken by a dog.

It was during one of those moments that the timekeeper beeped, freeing King from his chemical bond. That's about all the warning I had. He didn't thriftlessness any clip, simply rushing over to where I lay, my ass up in the air. I'd wondered what would encounter. Would he just rape and devastate me immediately, or…

He started by licking me. My font first, giving me doggie kisses, which, try as I might, I had trouble returning. Then my pharynx and articulatio humeri and really, my integral upper body. By the sentence he discovered my tits and mammilla I as moaning and writhing in plaza, so much so that he nipped one of my breasts as if to enjoin me to stay still, which I did, at least for a niggling while.

God, it felt so good, his jolting lingua rasping over overly sensitive swollen teat while I was chained down, unable to escape. He gave the same treatment to my rib and hip bones, making me giggle breathlessly until he found my break prick and twat and settled decided that they were far more intriguing…

I came. Hard. It was almost immediate. Three or four salt lick and I was writing and moaning and crying out, unable to check myself. He just kept licking. I wasn't sure enough if I came once for a very long time or several times, it was just too intense to make sense of. I tried to pull my leg together so he couldn't get to me, forgetting about the chemical chain securing my ankle. I tried to recount him to stop, but he ignored me, so I came again, moving ridge of ecstasy rolling through me, shake going up and down my spikelet as I rocked back and Forth River, forward and back, his clapper pushing into my panoptic open pink cunt, impression as well as any cock, better in fact. He was licking up my juices like they were a dainty, lapping at my clit randomly until, instead of coming, I was poised on the bound, so close to falling over the edge again, but not quit able to. I wanted to scream with frustration. I started begging him to make me come, to put his tongue in me, into my pussy, my ass, to have sex me. I needed him to cook me his cunt and love me…

Eventually, either he got the message or he just decided on his own. I gasped out loud as he suddenly mounted me, his forelegs suddenly around my waistline, holding tightly to me he poked at me with his erect cock. I couldn't see it, but I'd seen it before - Alondra had shown him off to me to a greater extent than a few times. It was thick and red and it had a weird manoeuver tip and it wasn't human. It took him a few effort to get it into me while I did my best to hold still for him. Once it was, he didn't hold back. It felt like a jack pound inside me. Fast and enraged and non-stop, while I could hear him panting just over my shoulder, saliva drop curtain splattering against my face.

Hard, deep, and inhumanly fast and there was no way to blockade him. I came again and then, when I felt his grayback starting to swell in my bitch, locking us together, again, calling out Alondra's gens, begging her to make it stop, but it fell on deaf ears as far as I knew.

I felt him tense, his front legs tightening around my shank, his chela leaving scratches that would be hard to explicate on my belly, I felt him swelling inside of me, stretching me apart painfully, bigger than any hammer or anything else I'd ever had inside of me.

I screamed again, unable to hold back, and then came as I felt the first spurt of dog cum pumping violently into me. It felt tender, hot even as it filled me. He flooded me again while I was still in the throes of my climax. And again. I wondered, briefly, where the fuck it was all going, but then I was lost in another orgasm and, by the clip that one resided, I was simply sobbing, begging him to check, even though he already had, his burl embedded firmly inside of me, trapped inside my finished pile of a fuck hole. I collapsed, spent.

Eventually, Alondra and Nick joined us, just in time for King to free himself, his air mile shrining until he was able to pull his shaft out of me with a soft plopping audio. I could experience his cum spilling out of my and splashing on the floor and against my peg. One final examination mortification, or so I thought. And then, as if to prove me unseasonable, he started lapping at me again, cleaning his spew from my abused pussy until, with a crimson shiver I came one last time.

"Let's go upstairs and clean you up, Livvy,"ding said, not unkindly.

"Was it all you wanted ?"Alondra asked as they unchained and untied me, allowing me to dilute my sore arms and legs, my gaze shifting between their faces and king, and back again, focusing on Alondra's, finally. Nodding, I managed a smile, my face hot as I met her eyes.

"Everything and more. Maybe tomorrow, you could… we could… again ? ”