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You Animal sex push the door the rest of the way and come in, saying "a gentleman would hold the door for a lady." You go straight to the handicap stall. i walk in behind You and start hanging the bags on the hook on the door. It's not the cleanest. You let me know that You aren't pleased, saying "That's filthy. What am I going to do?" i get some toilet paper and clean the seat the best i can. It still doesn't meet Your approval. i take one of the paper seat liners (i call them 'butt gaskets') and put it down on the seat. You say that's better, but it's still not acceptable. You turn with Your back to the toilet, like You are going to sit down and tell me to get on my knees in front of You, very close. Then You tell me to put my arms and hands on the seat so that You can sit on my arms. i do as i am ordered. You pull Your panties down and sit down on my arms. You take care of business with me on my knees right in front of You, supporting You with my arms. When You finish pissing, You ask me to clean You up with my tongue. i was worried that You are so annoyed with me that You wouldn't ask for this. i say "Thank You for the opportunity to serve You and lick You clean, Mistress Christy." Then i begin to lick you clean. You stop me after just a little bit, saying You only want me to clean You, not to get You wet and dirty again. You get up and take Your panties the rest of the way off. You start looking in the bags for the panties You bought at Macy's. You finally find them and put them on. You ask me if i think they look good, and i tell You that they look positively edible and delicious. You say they better, because they are uncomfortable as hell.
You Sex with animal women ask me if i need to go and i tell You that there's no way i could with the bindings on. You ask me to show You, and i open my pants and show You. The string is digging into the ribbon, and the ribbon has unfurled a bit as i regained my normal dimensions when the ice-cold wetness went away. The head is dark purple and swollen. It looks painful. You ask me if You should kiss it to make it feel better. i say that i wouldn't ask You to do that, but You are the Mistress and i wouldn't stop You either. You untie the knot at the tip and release the binding and the ribbon. The base is still tied pretty tight, but some blood starts to flow. The sudden rush of blood causes an incredible sensation. Pain and pleasure mixed. i moan from the intensity. You take a playful lick or two. You are kind of rough in your ministrations, and the pain is intense. It's so intense that i say "Please, Mistress Christy, it's so sensitive that it really hurts when you that." And i try to push You away. You go back to licking, but now you are being very gentle. It is still a little painful, but in a very pleasurable way. my cock starts hardening and growing to its full size. You continue to lick me and tease me. i'm almost to the point of cumming when you stop and say "I didn't give you permission to cum yet, slave." You stop licking give me a little squeeze with your hand.
You Animal sex pix ask me again if i have to go. i tell You that i'll hold it because i think it will really hurt if i try to go now. You say "Okay, but You better be able to hold it till we get home. We're not taking another bathroom break." You push the tail of the string and the ribbon down the right leg of my short pants, pulling it out the bottom and You zip my pants up. Then, You turn around quickly pull the stall door open, knocking one of the bags off the hook. i catch it before it hits the floor. You walk quickly out of the bathroom."You're still on time! It's all right, you're still on time." You say to yourself for the thousandth time as you check the clock on the dash, also for the thousandth time. You aren't wearing a watch because that would be out of costume. Watches are worn only when one is working.
"I Donkey dicks mustn't be late!" you think to yourself for the millionth time, because you've been thinking it ever since the call came. The call. The voice on the phone a few days ago simply said: "Jewelry…heels…coat…gloves," and the appointed time. She knew the rest, the where…and the who. Nothing more was needed You knew you would obey. It wasn't that you had no other choice, you wanted no other choice.
Rain begins to splatter on the windshield, and you add yet another delicious fear to the list, that you will get your perfect hair and makeup ruined. They have to be perfect! Nothing less will do for…for Him. Briefly she considered putting on that plastic rain hood she kept in her purse for just such times as this. It looked cheap and hideous, but worked well. You lean forward to look up through the windshield at the sky and judge the weather. He might be watching when you arrive, and you want your total presentation to be right. That's what attracted you to him, that he was as appearance-conscious as you were. So many others don't have a clue.
The Sex with my dog ache to please your man has driven every thought, every motion you have made. You spent hours bathing your body in a warm (not hot!) bubble bath, scrubbing with a loofah until you were as smooth as velvet porcelain all over. You carefully shaved your legs, your arms, and even your patch, because you knew He liked you that way. You endured those awful rollers for hours because you knew you, or rather He, would be rewarded with clouds and clouds of a woman's glory.
Your Wild animal sex eyes are iridescent with a rainbow of colors, from peacock green to mauve. Your cheeks are highlighted with pearl blush, and your lips are like carmine glass. Your nails are perfect, as are your toes, as they should be, given how many hours you spent on them! It's almost a pity your toes don't show, but you know how much He likes stiletto pumps. Secretly, you know he's right, because even though they hurt, they make your legs look so good. He does always say that a lady shouldn't be required to walk great distances…
But you're still not there, and your heart races at the thought of being…late! You know He wouldn't say anything, but it would be a failure on your part, and a signal, however small, that you didn't care enough. "I WON'T be late! I WON'T!!! Oh WHY won't this stupid light turn GREEN???" As if in response, the light turns green, and you inadvertently screech the tires as you pull away. Now another fear, that a cop was lurking and even now zeroing in for the sting. That might make you hours late! You anxiously scan around and in the mirror, but see nothing. The relief you feel almost makes you dizzy.
You're Beastiality art out in the countryside now, and traffic lights and stop signs are fewer. Speed limits are higher, but your experience at the light makes you cautious, and you deliberately drive just under the posted limit no matter what the other drivers are doing. Some zoom around and speed away, some pause to make their opinions known first, but to Hell with them. They don't count. Nothing else counts.
You Beast forum cross the bridge over the river, and look for the drive on the left. It's deliberately left shabby and neglected-looking to discourage uninvited visitors. You make the turn and drive between the solid banks of trees and shrubs on either side. The chain-link fence has an automatic gate, which is open. You see it close behind you in your rear view mirror. Does the car activate it, or is He watching already?
The Beastiality mpeg forum drive to the house goes downhill into the river gorge and bends sharply right. The house can only be seen from directly above until you get to the bottom. It's a large almost pizza-box of a house, single story, with a flat roof punctuated by skylights and metal chimneys, with an open air atrium in the center. Most of the outer walls are glass, and sometimes the view goes all the way from front to back.
This evening, however, is different. All the blinds are drawn, there is no seeing in. You park your car by the walk to the front door prepare to step out. The clock says you have minutes to spare, and you breathe that sigh of relief. Careful now, He might be watching! You search your memory frantically for clues about how He likes you to be. "The best defense is a good offense!" comes to mind. You make a final inspection in the rearview mirror, step out, draw yourself up straight and even give your head a shake to sway that magnificent mane and say: "Ready or not, here I come!" then you strut your stuff boldly up to the huge red double doors of the house.
The Xxx animal door on the right swings open slightly as you begin to knock. You push it open and step in, then close it behind you. It shuts with the solid "thud" of a bank vault, and the sound echoes off the hard surfaces of the walls and floor, giving the quiet house a feeling of immense space and vacancy. It had rained harder out here in the country, and outside had that "after the storm" stillness where the only sounds were the river flowing over rocks and a single bird chirping somewhere in the woods.
The Dogsex stories transition to the house was to step into a delicious coldness. Indeed, the whole building was designed to be a triumph of technology over nature. It was definitely a man's house, with it's chrome and black leather furniture, use of brick and metal for interior walls, and air conditioning to hold the weather out and comfort within. It soothes your naked body after the steam bath outside in that fur coat.
For naked you are, except for the dozens of chains around your neck and waist, the bracelets on your wrists, and the opera-length black gloves that match the black satin pumps on your feet. Only the coat stands between you and the outside world. The thought actually makes you tingle, even though many times you've gone shopping in shorts and T-shirts without underwear. Maybe it's because you're open at the bottom… The only lights in the entry foyer are single candles, each on the shelf-tables set in the facing mirrored walls. You see yourself repeated to infinity on both sides, indeed the mirrors were adjusted during installation to be perfectly parallel so the reflections wouldn't curve away from a straight line. The whimsical side of you briefly considers opening the coat and flashing yourself an infinite number of times, but decide against it, lest you be discovered doing something unladylike. Must stay in character!
You Beastiality art look around and call: "H…hello?" Your voice echoes back from the empty house. Even though you know full well that you are safe and protected, your natural insecurity rises and makes you uncertain. You venture forward, searching. You pass through the enormous living room and on through the dining hall, pass the kitchen and the study, all open and empty. The house was designed in such a way that few of the more "public" rooms have any doors or even doorways.
After a few minutes you see another candle burning, down at the end of the hall going towards the more private quarters. When you reach it you see a few more around the corner, and then more and more as you proceed further and further into the house. Finally, you stand before a tall door, one that reaches almost all the way to the roof itself. Trembling, you knock too lightly at first, then after mentally kicking yourself, more assertively.