Date: Thu, 4 Nov 2010 10:16:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Victoria <missvictoria6969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Beast: Submissive Desires/Submissive Desires 2

"Dear bitch:

Don't expect me to call you chanel, or any other flowery girly name.
You're a bitch, and that's all there is to it.  You did a good job, I've
been walking around with a dripping boner all day, and you've spoiled that
horny dog of mine.  He just mopes around here popping erections every time
he goes by that spot in my living room where he fucked you.  You know, the
carpeting was wet for days from all the juices you animals were dripping
yesterday!

That was very rude of you to run out of here the minute Max's cock deflated
inside you.  I played CSI and found the cummy sticky drips you left from
where you were bred all the way to the door and out.  That's OK, baby...Max
licked it all up for you.

I've attached a few pictures for you to be reminded what a total slut you
were!  Damn you were beautiful...the look of terror on your face when you
realized it was a dog up your asspussy was priceless!  I especially like
the pic showing that hard sissyclit of yours drooling cock snot all over my
rug with those big strong paws wrapped around your waist.

Be at my place next Friday night.  I want you at my place no later than 8
pm.  You'd better be pretty, and ready to service your studs like a good
bitch.  Be prepared to service us for the entire weekend.

Don't even think of not showing up.  I went through your car while you were
knotted and found your address book.  All those people -- how shocked they
would be to find out what a total slut you are...giving it up to a dog!
Let's see -- here's your father, and what's this -- your coworkers?  Who is
Evelyn?  Wow... Even passwords?  Sweet!

See you then!

Chad"

I was shocked!  This was too much, who the hell did this guy think he was
to talk to me like that?  I may be a tranny, and be pretty easy and all,
but he was treating me like he owned me!  No man has ever done that to me,
and as I got all worked up and began to sweat I looked down to realize that
my little cock was hard as a teenager...harder!

Shit!  What was I to do?  I was fucked...literally!

He wouldn't do what he threatened -- wouldn't send photos of me in drag
getting dog bred, would he?  No, surely it was a joke.  But then I didn't
even know he took pictures, he sure didn't ask.  He never told me he was
going to have his dog take my beastly virginity either....or put me in a
dog collar.

You never know about people these days, and what can go viral.  What if he
did send pics of me doing a dog to my Dad, to my Aunt or the people at
work.  They wouldn't understand -- this is Wisconsin after all!  It's just
not acceptable behavior!

What to do?

Well I thought I could go over to his place when he demanded, though
dressed as a male and try to reason with him.  Surely this was some kind of
joke and we'd laugh about it.  He's probably make me strip nude and blow
him, which would be fine.  He may be crazy but he sure as fuck has a hot
dick on him.  And that body -- tall and covered with light brown hair, that
muscular chest and his fine looking "gotta worship it" ass...

or I could go dressed as Chanel as he expected.  Be a good girl and take my
medicine, whatever that might be...blow him, maybe fuck him.  But what
about the dog?  That was the wild card.  I still wasn't sure about how I
felt about that.  When I moved in my seat though I could feel the after
effects of the breeding and I winced remembering how hard I was fucked.

Or I could blow it off and challenge him.  He wouldn't expose me, would he?

I knew I had to answer his message and decided to be cool about things for
now.  It was Wednesday and I had until Friday to formulate a plan.

"Hello Chad'

I'm sorry I ran out unexpectedly at our visit but you must understand it
was a bit much for me to accept.  I'm still quite sore from how thoroughly
I was used.

Until Friday

Chanel"

There!  That should buy some time!

The next day I focused on work and home, not really thinking erotic
thoughts.  Sometimes I have a day like that after I've had a particularly
satisfying submissive encounter with a guy.  I just feel good and satisfied
and buzz on about my business.

By Friday morning I was squirming in my office chair, remembering it was
tonight I told Chad I would meet him again at his house.  I changed my mind
repeatedly about what I was going to do, and I soon found myself on my way
home and really worked up.

I ate a light supper while wearing only pale yellow panties and the
prettiest little yellow and white camisole.  The fabric was so slippery it
teased my nipples relentlessly when I moved and soon I was rubbing them.  I
looked at the clock on the wall, and there was still time to get dressed
and make it over to Chad's.  I just let out a little scream at myself for
my cowardice, and need to be submissive I guess, and I ran off to my
bathroom to clean up and get ready to go over there.

OK, I'll be Chanel, it''s my feminine side that got me into this, and it
should be Chanel who deals with this.  First I took a quick douche and a
shave and shower, then put my towel around me, wearing it as a girl would,
and went to my bedroom.

I though about how violent that fucking was and I decided I would dress in
something suitable.  While those of you with timid hearts might decide to
wear a hazmat suit made of rubber or something, my selection was far from
that.

I slid into an older black corset, which I loved because of the lace and
durability of the garter straps.  I tightened it up and skipped any type of
bra, or even panties.  Since my cock is usually too small to be noticed,
and would be under a very full short skirt anyway I just skipped them and
felt extremely slutty putting on the skirt.  It was a bit ruffly, a pattern
in blacks and whites, and slipped on a low pair of black shiny heels.
Light makeup and jewelry completed my look.  I wore no top, nothing over
the corset, and it rose just a bit above my hard nipples.

The last time I wore my red wig, this time I went for my blonde pageboy
style, which was shorter and less inclined to be a nuisance if I was drawn
into anything really athletic.  It was pretty, and I looked pretty hot.  If
I wasn't so tall I doubt anyone would know I was a boy!

I had to drive kind of fast to be there on time, but I made it.  The house
was lit up, both from inside and out.  I parked in the drive and felt a bit
intimidated clicking in my heels across the drive and his sidewalk to his
front door.  The glare from the soffit light was really bright, too bright!
Thank heavens I was in the country!

I rang the bell.  Nothing.

Rang it again.  Nothing.

I was really getting annoyed but just then the door opened and there was
Chad, standing there in nothing but a jockstrap.  I gasped at his manly
figure, and felt weak in the knees at such a fine specimen of manhood!

He just laughed and pulled me inside.

"Chad, I really shouldn't have come...you see..."

"Not another word, bitch.  Who are you to question your Master? You get
your faggoty ass into the living room and sit down on the floor, right in
the middle of the room....NOW!"

"Chad please...can't we talk?"

"Bitch - your mouth is only good for one thing -- sucking cock!  Now get in
there!"

He slapped me on the ass hard and I jumped but followed his directions.  I
sat on the floor, feeling vulnerable as he strode over to me, a wicked
smile on his face.  I focused on his jock strap, and there it was...that
big juicy cock!  The jock was all stained and dirty, and as he got closer I
could smell it.  It seemed to smell of dried and drying cum, and even piss!

I found it repellant and at the same time hotter than fuck!

Chad strode right up to me and rubbed the dirty jock against my pretty
lips.  I was wearing the prettiest shade of jungle red lipstick, with lip
gloss.  Yeah, right...I came here just to talk, didn't I"

A few tears ran down my cheeks as I helplessly opened my mouth and tried to
suck as much as I could of this amazing man through the stained supporter.
I could taste his sweat, his cum and piss, his essence.  I could never be a
real man like Chad, no...I was a sissy and this is what a sissy deserved!

Chad pulled the side of his jockstrap away and slid his cock into my mouth
with one stroke.  Just like that he was in my mouth, but he wasn't hard.
He led me head tightly, his cock firmly down my throat, and with a sigh I
felt something hot spraying into my mouth.  I tried to wiggle free but of
course he was too strong for me.

It was his piss!  OMG he was using me as his toilet, and he started with a
slow stream but then picked up intensity and I tried to swallow as quickly
as possible so I wouldn't drown!

Glug..glug...gasp, swallow more.

It was horrible!  So demeaning!  No man had ever done this to me, used me
in such a disgusting and primal way!  I am a human being, not an animal!
How dare he!

"Yeah that's right bitch...swallow my piss.  I had to go and there you
were, all ready for me.  How does that feel bitch?  You like swallowing
your Master's hot piss?  Sure is convenient having a toilet right here in
the living room!"

Chad didn't give me time to answer right away, shooting another strong
stream down my throat as I swallowed and cried.

Chad finished peeing into my mouth, pulled out his cock, shook it on my
face and made me lick the little piss drop at the end.  I was totally
humiliated!

"Chad please!  Why would you use me in such a disgusting manner?  That was
terrible...horrible!"

"Whats the matter piss breath?  I thought you wanted that.  And call me
Master, bitch -- I won't tell you again!"

"No Master, I didn't want that!"

"Sure you did...I remember you saying you wanted to take care of all my
needs and swallow all my juices!"

"Well yes, Master I guess I did say that but..."

"Is this the thanks I get?  I spend all that time listening to all your
submissive sissy fantasy crap, begging for it...and when I lower myself to
your pathetic level to give you what you need...THIS is how you show you
appreciate me?"

I was so confused and conflicted, I began to shake and all I could do was
cry.  He just laughed at me and walked away, leaving me there on the floor.
What should I do...run away?  Accept what I deserve, or beg his
forgiveness?  It's hard to think clearly when you're all dressed up in
tranny slut attire, burping a hot load of man piss in your tummy!

Before I could make a decision I heard a sliding door open and close and
heard the click click click of the nails running across the floor!  I
tensed up and tried to get up from the floor, but I only managed to get up
on all fours before his mangy dog was all over me, jumping on me and
licking my face!

"Stop it, stop it doggy.  Please!  Leave me alone!"

The dog just went from my face to my ass and conveniently founded me
without panties, my ass on display.  Max immediately took his long raspy
tongue and licked all up and down my crack...it felt amazing I wondered
what kind of dog he was, but just accepted the fact he was a large mixed
breed and focused on the tongue...the tongue of a horny male animal who
wanted to taste his bitch before impregnating her!

"No, no doggy, this can't be happening, ooh get your tongue out of my
asspussy...Oh God!"

Down on all fours like that I saw Chad's naked feet, and grabbed Max by the
collar and pulled him off me.

"Thank you, thank you Master...I thought he was gong to fuck me again!"

"Oh he will bitch, he will...but you were so rude and ran out on us last
time you never had a chance to pay homage to Max's cock...look at it!"

"No ..No!  Please"

"Do it!"

I looked over to see that Max's cock was getting hard and it seemed to be
growing before my eyes.  It was really long, with a flared head, and was
almost hot pink in color.  I could smell it, smell his excitement and is it
continued to grow my eyes widened.

A juicy cock presented to a tranny slut such as me can only result in one
thing!

Chad laughed as I crawled under Max's belly and got close enough to taste
the sticky dog cock!  Could I do it?  This was so low, so submissive!