Being Owned
By Alex MacDonald.
So, this was my life now. Doing nothing except taking a shower, sleep, eat, get fucked, repeat. Just a few months ago, it had been different. Closing my eyes, I remembered.
*****
It was a bright summer morning. Birds were singing while I let the sun warm my stiff body. The night hadn’t been that bad. I had found a comfy place in the bushes in this park. Today was one of the better days to be homeless; I decided as I stretched myself. Maybe I would be lucky; the nice guy worked in the bakery today. He usually gave me a free coffee and sometimes even food that had turned out too bad to sell.
The feeling of being watched was there again. I had had it over the last week, and I turned around. A guy was walking his dog, some kids on the playground, and a woman was crossing the park. No one seemed to pay me any attention, but the feeling lingered.
The scene shifted. Green grass became barren ground, and the trees where I had spent the night became rocks and shrubbery. There was silence, eerie silence. Slowly, I patted my pockets. This was wrong; I knew it. Forcing myself one step, another step, one more, I finally stepped out of the memory. Sounds reached my ears again: children’s laughter and birdsong. God, I needed a coffee.
I stopped outside the shop and tried to spot the guys behind the counter. No luck today; two other guys were working. Some coins were still in my pocket. I pulled them out and counted them. A coffee – or a roll. Five pence short of the deal. With a deep sigh, I turned around. I would try to get some more money. That was when the men’s suit approached me. “Ms. Ferguson?”
I froze. No one had called me by my name for ages. I didn’t know him. “Yes?” I asked.
He smiled and came closer. “I would like to talk to you for a moment. Can I get you a coffee or something?” He was young, wearing a smart suit and shiny shoes, and I had noticed his Irish accent.
“Milk and two sugars, please.”
White teeth flashed as he smiled at me. “I’ll get the coffee, and then we should go somewhere more private. I have a delicate but interesting offer,” he paused.
Dumbfounded, I just nodded. Thoughts were racing through my head, but outwardly, I stayed calm. Show no emotions, no weakness, and watch your back. What kind of offer? How did he know my name?
I followed him inside. He ordered two coffees and some rolls as well. When the clerk put the cups on the counter, I took mine and went to the little table to get milk and sugar. My hand trembled just a little as I poured the milk. I spilled some of the sugar as well. He joined me just as I had brushed the spillage away and replaced the lid on my cup.
“Any idea where we can go?” he asks.
I nodded. The park seemed like a good idea. It was public, but we should be able to find a secluded bench. Neither of us spoke as I led the way. Sitting on a bench in the sun, I looked up at him.
“An interesting offer?” I asked.
Now, he just nodded and sat down. As he placed the bag with the rolls on his other side, the smell of bacon wafted over to me and made my stomach turn. I sipped my hot coffee and waited.
“If you have followed the news, you would be aware that your brother is in trouble,” he said. “Serious trouble. Caught with drugs and a girl in Thailand.”
I swallowed hard. My little brother was just a kid when I left.
“It might have been his reaction to your disappearance,” he continued. “Falling in with the wrong crowd, taking and selling drugs.”
Sipping my coffee, I listened. There was nothing I could do about that.
“An interested party could help him,” he said. “The offer is to get him out of the country and help him while he gets tried at home.”
I asked, “What do I have to do?”
No matter what, I would do it.
He smiled a warm smile and looked around. “It’s a kind of prostitution. A year and a day, you would be his property, fulfill his… cravings.”
“And my brother would go free?”
He thought for a moment. “Therapy is the best we could do. For two years and a day.”
I licked my lips and cleared my throat as I held out my hand. “Deal.”
His eyes widened, and his face was pure astonishment. Then he smiled again and took my hand. “Deal.”
*****
That had been the beginning of a long day. I had spent some hours in his car and nearly as many hours in a private plane. He gave me food and water and otherwise left me alone. The sun set as he led me towards a bungalow in this huge private park that would be my home for the next two years.
It seemed like pure luxury to me: a big living room with a big couch, a shelf of books, and a big TV, a big bedroom with a seemingly huge double bed, and a bathroom with shower and tub. The small kitchen had a hob, microwave, and a big fridge. Every room had big windows and no curtains, but I didn’t care. The bedroom had no wardrobe, but the small chest of drawers would be sufficient for my few belongings.
“Take a bath or a shower, shave, and relax.” The voice of the young man startled me, and I spun around. He was polite enough to pretend he hadn’t noticed. “You will meet your owner tomorrow.”
“Can I wash my clothes somewhere?”
I hadn’t seen a washing machine anywhere. If I were to meet my owner—I inwardly shuddered at that word—and have to tidy myself up, washing my clothes would be a particularly good idea.
“Leave your clothes outside the door. You won’t need them during your stay but will get them back once the deal is completed.”
I nodded. “Anything else I have to know?”
“There is food in the fridge. You can watch TV, read, or do whatever you want tonight. He will tell you the rules tomorrow.”
*****
I barely slept that night. Naked, I tossed and turned between the satin sheets. My owner. Who might he be? What might he want? Around dawn, I drifted off to sleep.
“Good morning.” The deep voice woke me. A man was standing at the door. I sat up in bed, the duvet still covering my body.
“Good morning,” I replied and looked at him.
His black hair was long and untidy, and his face didn’t reveal his age. Tall and slender, he stood there, watching me with his dark brown eyes.
“Get up, I want to look at you.”
Slowly, I got up and took some steps toward him. Fully aware of my nakedness, I avoided his gaze and looked down at my naked feet. He crossed the small distance between us and touched me. First, my legs, the newly shaved skin between them.
“You’ll have to practice that. You missed some.”
I nodded and muttered a timid “Yes.”
He laughed. A deep, rich laugh. “You have time, but you should try it. You’re mine for the time being. The rules are easy. No clothes, keep shaved, take care of your body. You will find everything you need in the bathroom. When I want you, one of my staff or I will get you, otherwise you are free to do as you please. You will address me as ‘master’ or ‘sir.’ Understood?”
I nodded again. “Yes, sir.”
He smiled at me. “Now, I want you. Come on.”
I followed him to the living room. He smiled again, kicked the rug aside, and revealed a trapdoor.
My skin was covered in goosebumps as I followed him through the dark and cool tunnel. What had I gotten myself into? This place seemed like a dream and must have cost a fortune. After a seemingly long walk, I noticed doors in the walls to the left and the right. I counted to six when he opened door number seven.
The light blinded me. The ceiling was completely made of glass, filling the room with sunlight. The room itself seemed bare. Only as my eyes adjusted to the light did I see the pedestal in the middle of the room. Embedded in the surface were some shackles.
“Come over here.”
It was two by two meters, at least I noticed as I stepped towards it. I shivered. “On this?” I asked. He nodded, and I climbed up. “How do you want me? On my back?”
He chuckled and pointed to the metal cuffs. “On your knees. Doggy.” He chuckled again, and I swallowed hard.
The metal lay cool on my ankles and wrists as he fastened them. So, I knelt on the stone slab, legs spread apart. I flinched as I felt his hand between my legs. His finger parted the soft, freshly shaven lips, feeling for the entrance. Probing around, he asked, “How long?”
I didn’t understand and looked over my shoulder. The finger that had been gently probing inside me withdrew.
“How long since you have been fucked?” he asked.
I tried to shrug my shoulders. “A year, maybe longer.”
He smiled a warm smile and nodded. Slowly his finger started circling my clit. I closed my eyes. There was nothing I could do about it. And a deal was a deal. To be fair, it felt good. His experienced fingers stroked me, aroused me. That wasn’t so bad at all.
I relaxed and let his fingers prepare me for whatever he had in mind. The next time his fingers probed, it slid in easily. I was wet, horny, and moaned. And he stopped, stepped away.
“You may scream if you want to.”
Irritated, I looked at him. “But I don’t have to?”
“No, you don’t have to.”
He smiled and left the room.
*****
He left me like this, shackled, aroused, and in this weird room. It wasn’t cold, but my nipples were nearly as hard as a stone I was kneeling on. I felt my fast heartbeat and tried to control my fast breathing. The door opened. His footsteps and another sound. A clicking sound. I turned my head. He was back, leading a big black dog.
“Fuck,” I cursed, and my stomach turned to ice.
All longing seemed to be gone.
“As I said, you can scream if you want,” the man said.
The dog jumped up, and I heard and felt him sniffing between my legs. Begging would be no good. I had agreed. I wished I hadn’t.
“Mount.”
His voice was quiet and authoritative, and instantly, I felt the dog jumping me. His claws scratched my back just a little; I felt his hips move as he started to hump me right away. His dick poked between my still-parted pussy lips. Just a brief time afterward, he found the entrance and slid inside.
The humiliation burned more than the dog’s cock hurt. His – our- owner had prepared me well. Deeper and deeper, the dog fucked me, panting his warm breath down my neck. Fast, hard he fucked me. I bit my lip. Looking aside, I saw him standing there. He was watching the show. No sign of arousal. He just smiled and seemed pleased. I felt something happen. The dick inside me seemed to grow even more, stretching me, filling me.
‘Oh fuck, no,’ I thought, but I felt the dog cum inside me, knotting me. I let out a groan and hung my head. Shame made my cheeks burn. Here I was, knotted by a dog while his owner was watching me. It did not matter that I had no choice; it was a deal. I closed my eyes. Unsure how long this would last. I felt the dogs cum inside me, his fur on my back.
I heard the footsteps but did not open my eyes. “Good boy,” the man said.
It felt like he was patting the dog.
Then he patted me, saying, “Good girl.”
*****
I don’t know how long I knelt on that stone slab with the dog’s knot firmly inside me. What hurt more than the actual pain was the humiliation. He just stood there watching.
Finally, I felt the dog pull away, his member and sperm leaving my cunt. Our owner just pointed, and the dog jumped down. Without a word, he left the room, the dog at his side, wagging his long tail. I was alone, the dog’s cum dripping from my stretched cunt.
Would there be more? Another dog? Would he fuck me? Do other things? It was hard to think clearly as the thoughts raced through my head. So many things I did not understand. The dog was trained. That seemed a fact. The man was not showing any emotion at the sight of another. So what had been the point?
I raised my head and looked around. There was no sign of surveillance. Just as I tried to shift my legs to ease the pain in my knees, the man returned. He was alone.
“No point in trying to free yourself.”
I opened my mouth to protest that I wasn’t doing such a thing, but I thought better and murmured, “Yes, Sir.”
He smiled down at me. “You’ll only hurt yourself if you try.”
I nodded. He was so close now, mustering me. Without warning, his hand was between my legs, his fingers probing. I cringed; I just couldn’t help it. With a soft laugh, he withdrew and opened the cuffs.
“Get up.”
Slowly, I got up, stiff and sore. Feeling the dog’s cum running down my leg, I shuddered. All I wanted was a shower, a long, hot shower. Maybe I would feel better afterward. My legs trembled a bit as I got down from the pedestal. I looked at him, and he nodded.
“Come on.”
I followed him back in the tunnel. He left again, not back to where we had come from. We passed two more doors on either side, and I wondered what would come next.
He stopped and opened a door. The room was small, with white tiles on the walls and floor. A Shower, I realized with sudden delight. Slowly I stepped inside, my bare feet making next to no sound. His shoes echoed in the small room as he followed me. On the opposite wall was a shower, a drain in the floor under it.
“Clean yourself.”
I nodded and looked around. There is no soap, shampoo, or anything, just a towel on a bar near the door.
“Eh,” even though there were no hidden corners, I looked around again. “Could I use the toilet first?” I asked.
He chuckled. Even that sound echoed around the shower chamber. “You can piss in the shower or squat down on the drain if you like,” he said.
I took a deep breath and felt myself blush. No privacy. For fuck’s sake, he had just watched me getting humped by his dog; how embarrassing could peeing in front of him be after that? ‘Very,’ I realized as I turned the water on. He leaned against the door, watching again. I reached out and felt the water on my hand. As the temperature was to my liking, I took the showerhead down, turned my back towards him, and started to clean myself. I needed to pee and the warm water, but the sound of running water wasn’t helping.
Closing my eyes so that I would not have to see the yellow stream of piss in the water, I let go. The water warm water was running down my leg. It felt like forever, even though it couldn’t have been long. I knew that he was watching me. I did not know what was going to come. At least it seemed okay that I had turned away. Thank heavens for small favors. With my eyes closed, I finished cleaning my crotch from the dog’s cum and my piss.
“That’s enough,” he said.
I thought I heard some satisfaction in his voice, but I wasn’t sure. Quickly, I turned the water off and replaced the showerhead. When I crossed the room and reached for the towel, I half expected him to stop me, to touch me. But he did nothing. After I had dried myself, he led me back. Back through the tunnel, up the stairs through the trapdoor, back to the small bungalow.
“Eat, get some rest. I will be back this evening.”
He closed the trapdoor and left through the front door, leaving me on my own, confused and bewildered.
*****
Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen. Someone must have been there, as there was a plate of food on the table—some chicken, vegetables, and potatoes, still warm and smelling like heaven. I felt my mouth water and sat down. The food was comforting. The whole morning had seemed surreal. Suddenly, I started to laugh.
Somewhere deep down, I knew this was just a way of coping—like cracking jokes when you had just survived and were still picking bits of your mates up from the ground. But I laughed nonetheless until the tears started to run down my face. Tears, I would not cry otherwise.
After eating, I went into the living room, idly browsing the bookshelves. A broad selection: romance, fantasy, sci-fi, and some classics. I kept clear of the romance section, closed my eyes, and picked at random. There would be plenty of time to read all of them. Curled up on the comfy sofa, I started to read. The sun was setting when I heard the front door open and close. He was back. I got up, marked my place in the book, and placed it on the table. He was smiling and went straight over to the trapdoor.
“Come on,” he ordered.
Again, I followed him. Again, we entered that room. Again, he ordered me to get on the pedestal. The room was dim; no lights were lit, and the outside light faded. I felt the warmth of his body as he fastened the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. His warm fingers reached for my crotch. Why did he do that? Lube would be so much easier. Didn’t his dogs like it? Not a proper time to ask. But the thoughts lingered on while his fingers were stroking me, probing.
“Relax, it will happen anyway.”
His mouth was near my ear. I felt his breath on my neck, brushing a strand of my long ginger hair aside. But it was hard. Even though he was experienced, his hands touched me in all the right places. He continued, his fingers circling my clit, after some time fucking me. He pushed his finger in, deep and slow. This felt good. I moaned and tried to push against his finger. As soon as I had reached this point, he withdrew and left me. I groaned, frustrated. He would get the dog again.
“Fuck,” I muttered after the door had closed behind him.
It was getting darker and darker, and the daylight was fading fast. So I waited, trying to prepare myself for what was about to come. The door opened again, and I heard his footsteps and the unmistakable sound of a dog’s claws clicking on the floor. As I turned my head, I drew in a sharp breath. This was another dog—bigger. The coat of the Great Dane was a light grey and nearly shone in the last light. That might hurt. I shuddered.
“Mount.”
The dog followed the command without even pausing to sniff my crotch. I closed my eyes as I felt his warmth. He started humping, found the entrance to my wet cunt on his first thrust, and buried himself deeper on the second. The man walked around; his footsteps stopped right in front of me.
“Try to enjoy it.”
I nearly laughed out loud. His big dog was fucking me, would be knotting and hurting me, and he just told me to enjoy it. And it hurt already. It was fast, not in the least what I was used to. The dog was panting down my neck. Not long after, I felt the dog pounding even more frantic. He was growing inside me. The inevitable happened. He knotted as he came deep inside me. I felt his fast heartbeat and heard him whimper.
“Good boy,” the man said.
I felt movement next to me. The man was patting his dog.
Would this be my life from now on? Being fucked by dogs for whatever reason? I tried to silence my thoughts and waited. I felt relieved as the dog finally pulled away. The sound of the man’s steps faded and died down. Maybe I could at least learn to tolerate it more. But why was he doing it?
*****
The sound of the door interrupted my thoughts, and I opened my eyes again. I could just make out the silhouette of a man coming towards me. Something was odd. I did not hear the sound of his shoes. I realized he had removed his shoes and clothes as the moonlight filled the room.
Slowly, he came towards me. I had time to take in nearly every detail. Tall and athletic, and he moved with natural ease. His body was as hairy as mine was, hairless, dark hairs covering his arms, legs, and breasts. His cock, one of the biggest I had seen so far, stood erect from a nest of curly black hair. I swallowed.
“Is this the time to tell you that I have very little experience with anal, and I am not sure if I can swallow that one?” I tried to joke, and he laughed.
It was a warm laugh, and I felt somehow comforted. “Don’t worry about that,” he said.
He smiled, and I saw his white teeth glistening in the light. One more step brought him right into the pillar of moonlight in front of me, and he groaned. I watched in horror as his body seemed to change. He grew and expanded. The hair on his body grew to cover him completely. Hands became claws, ears crept up at the side of his skull, his face a grimace of pain as his muzzle grew. I couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be true. What did I drink last night to have such a fucked-up nightmare?
I tried to wake up and escape this nightmare, this monster. But the pain in my wrists and ankles as I strained against the cuffs showed me that this was happening. Panic rose inside me and flooded my body with adrenaline. His change was complete. Panting, the two-meter werewolf towered over my trembling body. Black fur covered him; his fangs shone brightly. I could not stand seeing him and lowered my gaze, which I regretted. Now I understood. His cock was shaped like a dog, but bigger, even bigger than it had been before.
He dropped his paws on the slab, his feet still on the ground. Sniffing, he circled me. He must be able to smell my fear, my panic. Just as the first dog had done, he paused to sniff my crotch. Then I felt his tongue lash out and flinched. It was long and wet, and he licked right across my crotch. His fur brushed my ass and back as he came over me. Slowly his member slid between my still-parted pussy lips. I gasped in horror and closed my eyes. Deeper and deeper, he pushed, filling me, stretching my cunt.
He started to fuck me. Just like his dogs had humped me. And unlike his dogs at the same time. His paws closed over my tits, kneaded them, twisted the nipples. I moaned in pain. It hurt. I assumed it would have been worse if his dog had not widened me first. Maybe it would not take long. If only. My hands curled into fists, fingernails digging into my palms. This was surreal. Getting fucked by a werewolf. After his dogs had fucked me.
Panting, he fucked me. Again and again, he buried his dick inside me. I felt his hot breath on my back and heard his low, satisfied growl. And the knot began to swell. ‘You can scream if you want,’ I remembered his words, but no sound escaped my dry throat. Bigger and bigger, he grew inside me, his balls hitting me every time. A vision of my crotch, covered in blood and cum, flashed before my eyes, and I whimpered. With a last deep push and another deep growl, he came inside me and was still.
I dared not to move. His body covered me like a warm, fluffy blanket. The smell of sex and animals filled my nostrils. Despite the warmth, I shuddered. A werewolf was owning me.
******
I awoke early in the morning. Birdsong drifted in through the open window. Yawning, I got up, stretched myself, and went to the small kitchen. Coffee before shower, before getting fucked.
I had adapted to his schedule and developed a routine. At about nine, he would come and get me in the mornings. One of his dogs would fuck me, and after a quick cleanup, I was free to do as I pleased. Around dawn, he would get me for the second time. Sometimes, a dog would be first. Other times it was just him fucking me.
I still did not enjoy it. I could bear it. A deal was a deal, after all.
Taking my coffee outside, I sat on the lawn before the bungalow. The grass was cool and wet with dew, but I did not care. It was still cool, but the sky promised a warm day. During the last two weeks, after having spent the first two only in the bungalow, I explored the surrounding area. It was huge, it was beautiful. Some parts were tamed flower beds and mowed lawns; others were wild, wide-open meadows or dense forests. I never ventured far, too afraid of what might happen when I wasn’t back in time, but a different path each day. Walking helped me. So many questions I did not dare to ask.
He was a werewolf. He seemed to be rich. He had a pack of dogs. These things I knew for sure. Why had he chosen me? Why did he never talk to me except for short orders? So many things I wasn’t sure of. My meager knowledge of werewolves didn’t help at all. I had preferred other books and films. The books in the living room here did not deal with that topic, and all the films I had watched on the streaming services I had access to had frightened me. The monsters in the films usually killed their prey.
What was I to him? Just a toy? Prey? Or something else?
The coffee was hot and comforting. Did he drink coffee? Smiling, I took another sip. One day, I would work up the courage to ask him. Maybe. I shivered and got up. A hot shower, another coffee. There was still plenty of time left until he would come. The warm water felt hot on my chilled body. I waited until it felt comfortable and stepped under the shower. Shaving came first. Carefully, I removed the stubble and felt with my hand if I had missed any. Sliding my hand over my wet crotch, I found a spot I had missed with one quick swipe of the razor. That felt better.
Using the luxury soap to lather my body, I closed my eyes and raised my face towards the water. I stood there long, letting the water wash away the soap. Then I reached for the shampoo and washed my long ginger hair. The towels were soft and fluffy. Carefully, I dried myself and stood in front of the mirror. I had gained some weight. My body was nearly back to the shape it had been before I had been living on the streets.
Long and slender legs, flat stomach, and nice b cup tits. My ribs and hip bones weren’t that prominent anymore. Bruises in assorted colors covered my tits. He was not too careful with his paws. But somehow, I did not think he hurt me on purpose. Every time before I got fucked, he made sure I was ready, wet. Tentatively I ran a hand from my tits over my stomach to my crotch. I had been fucked at least twice every day, but I had never had an orgasm. I glanced at the clock. One hour left.
Shaking my head, I went to fix myself another coffee. Should I? Would it make things easier for me? Sipping the hot coffee, I went to the living room and sat on the couch. I couldn’t let go of the thought. Would it be easier for me if I prepared myself? Not having to face the fact that my body reacted to his touch and got aroused by him, even though I knew what was coming. I wasn’t sure. And how would he react?
But I was free to do what I wanted in between. He had told me so. I finished my coffee quickly and set the mug aside. Slowly, I started to rub my nipples. A soft touch, not as hard as he would do it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the touch alone. I felt them react harden. Grabbing the left tit with my hand, I bowed my head, stuck out my tongue. The touch sent shivers down my spine. As I closed my lips around the nipple and started to suck, I moaned how I had missed this.
The other hand left my tit and reached for my crotch. Soft, freshly shaven skin under my fingertips. Without thinking, I lay back and spread my legs. I let go of my other tit as well, placed both hands between my legs. Spreading my pussy lips with one hand, I felt for my clit with the other, stroked it, and circled it with one finger. That felt good, more than good. The more I touched myself, the more I relaxed. Whatever would happen today, at least now, I would feel good. It was no conscious thought; I felt a longing I had not felt in a long time.
I slid one finger into my cunt, pulled it out again, and slid two fingers inside. The dogs and the werewolf had fucked me fast and hard. I did just the opposite. Slow but deep, soft but satisfying. Moaning, I felt the juices on my fingers, the longing as I rubbed my clit gently. A third finger joined the two, faster now, harder. I gasped. My body tensed up. More, faster, harder, no coherent thought anymore, just the longing for relief. I gasped again as the orgasm washed over me. Panting, I lay on the sofa, legs wide apart, my fingers still buried in my cunt. I felt the muscles contract, my heart beating fast.
“Damn, I needed that,” I murmured, opened my eyes again.
But the good feeling passed too soon, leaving a stale, empty feeling. I was lonely. As I wondered if the two years would drive me insane, I heard the door. He was coming to get me. When he entered the living room, he carried a box. Irritated, I got up and looked at him. He put the box down on the table and smiled.
“You might be needing this soon,” he said.
I glanced inside. Tampons and some packs that seemed to contain panties. Nodding, I reached out for the panties to check the size. While on the streets, my period had become more than irregular; sometimes, I had gone months without bleeding. Now, with a healthier diet, it should be back to normal soon. I glanced at the pack and froze. There was a picture of a dog on the package. Panties for a bitch in heat. Blushing with embarrassment, I let it drop back in the box.
“Thank you, Sir,” I murmured and looked down on my feet.
He laughed. “And don’t try to fool me. I can smell if you are bleeding or not.”
I nodded and tried to suppress a shudder. As usual, he opened the trapdoor and led me down the tunnel.
*****
Suddenly, he slowed down, turned around, and looked at me. I could barely make out his silhouette, but I was sure he could see me. Sniffing, he stepped towards me. I would find out now if I had unknowingly broken the rules.
“Come on,” he orders. Briskly, he turns around and walks on. He opens the door to our right and holds it open for me. “Wait there,” he says.
The room was small and brightly lit, with carpet on the floor. The only furniture was plenty of big bean bags and dog beds. I strolled around in the room, unsure what was to come. The routine was broken. Anything could happen. My heart beat fast, and a touch of panic sent gooseflesh all over my body. As far as I could see, this room had no shackles or other means of restraint.
The door opened again. My owner was accompanied by the first dog who had fucked me. The man closed the door and sat down on one of the dog beds. The dog moved on and came towards me, tail wagging and ears pricked. I held out my hand and let him sniff. After sniffing my fingers for a long time, he licked them, moved forward, and started to sniff my crotch.
Unsure of what was expected of me, I stood still and looked at the man on the dog bed. His face was impassive and gave nothing away. For a long time, I just stood there, frozen to the spot. The dog’s breath was warm in my crotch. Did he want me to pet the dog? Did he want me to get down on my knees like a good bitch?
In the other room, the dog would have fucked me by now; it might even have been over. Taking a step back, the dog followed me. His member was out of its sheath; he whimpered softly. The man/werewolf did not move. He just watched me. So I had to make a decision. Slowly, I got on my knees, using one of the bean bags for support, and spread my legs.
“Mount.”
Instantaneous was that command, and the dog obeyed. He humped me furiously. Eventually, he found the entrance to my wet cunt, buried himself inside me. His thrusts grew even more frantic. My hands turned into fists; I buried my fingers deep in the cushion. This was the first time I wasn’t restrained when a dog fucked me. It had been my free will to go down on my knees. I shuddered, and a desperate moan escaped my throat. Humiliated, I closed my eyes.
The dog’s knot began to swell. I could feel it. There was still time to pull free to save me from being knotted by this dog. I moved my hips tentatively; the dog followed. Or was this part of the test? Was this a test? Did he want to test my obedience? I let it happen. With one last deep push, the dog shot his load, and the knot filled me.
The End.
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