Dogs know best

By tom.
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Normally house visits by a teacher are a thing of the past, but these two ladies said they felt uncomfortable coming in because some other parents were obvious about their living situation. I had seen this student come up through the grades and developed a connection with him, and the moms had chosen me to help be a male role model to him as well as be his teacher. It was a Friday, and I was in no hurry to go home. The house was nicer than I expected because the district is mostly low income, and the yard was perfect. Jessie answered the door and invited me in; I heard barking, and the other mom, Monica yelling, “Grab him! grab him!”

Running up the hallway to the door was a good-sized dog headed straight for the door, and me! I thought I was dead meat, and so did the moms by the way they acted. The dog stopped just short of me and began sniffing me and wagging his tail and panting heavily. Jessie said, “He usually hates men and will tear them apart if he gets half a chance.”

I said, “Lucky me.”

We went to an exceptionally large living room, and I asked where Jason was at. They told me he’s staying at his grandmother’s house for the weekend. I was seated on the couch, facing Jessie and Monica beside me as we were discussing Jason’s progress and problems. They had put the dog outside, but he continued to whine, and I told them it was fine if they wanted to let him in, mainly because it was distracting. He came right up to me and was overly friendly, which seemed like a good thing to me. “He usually sees men as a threat because he’s such an Alpha, and he hasn’t bred for a while now.”

“That’s interesting that he doesn’t see me that way,” I replied.

Jessie said, “Dogs are really intuitive about people and see things people can’t see themselves. Maybe your submissive in nature and don’t realize it.”

“I highly doubt that,” I said.

Monica said, “Let’s have him test his intuition and see if he’s right.”

It was getting a little strange, but I didn’t want anyone thinking I was a submissive wus. “Okay, how does this work then?” I asked.

“Get on your hands and knees to his eye level and see what happens,” Monica said.

I thought it was time to stare this puppy down eye to eye. As soon as my hands and knees hit the ground, he was behind me, trying to mount me. He was pretty aggressive, and I’m not a big man, so I looked up, and both women made no attempt to get him off. “A little help,” I said.

Monicaa said, “Down Rusty, that’s enough!”

That didn’t work, so they both got up and pulled him off. Finally, he was off, and I was able to get up.

“You passed the test!” Monica said giddily.

“How did I pass the test? I’m confused,” I said.

“You were willing to get on your hands and knees, and you didn’t struggle or yell when he mounted you,” Jessie replied.

Damn! she seemed right.

“Giving in and being submissive is freedom,” Jessie said.

“Well, I’m glad, I know,” I said with a nervous laugh.

“Oh no, you’re not free yet,” Jessie said, “Your journey has just begun.”

“Not sure what that means,” I answered.

“I noticed you’re wearing women’s Keds, that was a clue, so I’m going to assume you have some women’s clothes.”

Wow! I’d been figured out by two of my parents.

“Don’t be shy, we admire and respect you greatly, as do many of our friends. Come back tomorrow morning wearing a dress and your Keds. The garage will be open and just pull in, I’ll shut the door.” Monica instructed.

I was shocked and didn’t know what to say, so I just said, “Okay.”

*****

The next morning, I got up, showered, and put on a light dress, panties, and my sneakers. Just like she said, the door was open. I pulled in, and the door closed. Man, there was no turning back now. Monica complimented my look and invited me in. “I think Rusty knows you’re here.” Jessie said. “He’s whining and barking in anticipation.”

“I’ve never done this, and not sure I want to know,” I said.

Monica reassured me and said, “Just relax, and we’ll help with everything. Just sit on the couch, and we’ll get Rusty on a leash and bring him in.”

I could already see the pink tip sneaking out of it’s sheath, and I started getting excited. “Time to get on your hands and knees,” Jessie said. “Leave your dress down, and we’ll instruct you and control Rusty.”

As soon as I went down, Rusty nearly tore Monica’s hands-off jerking on the leash. Monica brought him over, and he began sniffing at my butt. Pull your dress up and let him know you’re ready.” Jessie commanded.

Rusty began to lick feverishly at my hole. Suddenly he mounted and began thrusting but didn’t hit the hole. Monica grabbed my hips and pulled them up, and he hit it perfect! It was hard, fast, and slightly painful, but also amazing. I couldn’t help but moan a little with pleasure. He was much bigger than I expected, but not too big.

Jessie said, “He’s about to knot!”

I had forgotten all about the knot! It had already swollen, and I felt it pushing against my hole. With one big thrust, Rusty pushed the knot in, and we were tied, but he kept pushing. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he grew bigger and began shooting warm sperm in my belly. “Success!” Shouted Monica. “You did great! Now you’re his bitch, and you’ve been bred.”

It took a while for him to shrink enough to pop out. When he did, it almost brought me to orgasm. Warm liquid trickled out and ran down my leg.

Monica took Rusty outside, and Jessie cleaned me up. “You seemed to enjoy that quite a bit. Do you feel like you’ve been freed?” asked Jessie.

“I do a little bit.” I answered.

“A little? Well, then you need to come back Friday night for another session.”

There was no turning back now, so I agreed.

*****

The week took forever to pass, but Friday finally came. I hurried home, put on a pink dress, pink Keds, and waited until it was time to go. I decided to put on a small size cock cage just to make sure I was ‘kept in check.’ My mouth was dry, and I was anxious about the night as the drive seemed to be a blur. The garage was open, and I pulled it just like before.

Monica greeted me like before and said, “Last week was freeing, this week you will be liberated! I’ve got a special collar for you.”

She put a dog’s shock collar on me and gave it a test. “Ouch! That smarted!” I said.

“Well, you had better behave and do what you’re told! That’s the lowest setting too.”

She walked me to the living room, and as we turned the corner, I saw a circle of 12-15 chairs with people in them! I started to turn back to leave but got a quick shock! “Okay, okay, I got it! I didn’t sign up for this!”

Monica said, “You did when you first got on your hands and knees. Rusty invited a few friends, and I hope you don’t mind. Too bad if you do!”

All of the people were wearing masks, and several were holding leashes with huge dogs in the end! In the middle of the circle, there was a small piece of furniture that looked like a short bench with straps.

“You know many of these people and see them frequently; when you leave, you will not know who they are, and anyone you see may know what you are. Go over and get down on your knees.”

There were rubber mittens with straps and buckles, which she put on my hands and locked to the bench. There was a hook for the collar and Velcro straps for my legs that pulled my legs apart. I could tell the dogs were getting anxious, but they were well behaved. It looked like there was a Pit Bull mix, a Shepherd, Lab, Poodle, and a few others. It seemed many of the people were getting antsy as well. There were clown masks, old people masks, politician masks, and a couple of animal masks.

Jessie brought in Rusty and said, “Rusty gets the bitch first because it’s his house,” Jessie announced.

I protested at being called ‘bitch,’ and received a lengthy shock! There were many laughs and comments about a disobedient bitch and how long training would take. The bench wasn’t uncomfortable, but my position was not natural. Monica brought over a rubber bone with a head strap and put it in my mouth and fastened it to my head and said, “This will give you something to bite on when you get bred by the big ones. Some knots are bigger than oranges!”

I thought that Rusty’s was big, but I was in for a shock. There were several laughs and a few muffled comments. Jessie just let go of Rusty’s leash, and without hesitation, he mounted me, and after a few near misses, he hit home. I was embarrassed but incredibly turned on by having an audience. I heard comments about how they never imagined that I would have ever participated in anything like this, and they could not wait to see me in public to see if I was any different. After Rusty’s knot gave way enough to come out, Jessie called out, “Next.”

It was the Chocolate Lab and the clown that got up and proceeded to walk slowly by my face so I could see what was coming. His balls were much bigger than Rusty’s, and his sheath was longer too. He licked what was left of Rusty, and I felt like I was going to explode. The people got impatient and started saying, “Mount the bitch!”

I tried to protest but was met with a bigger shock! That got me even hotter! Someone noticed and said, “Hit her with a shock when he ties the bitch!”

I was soon being bred by another stud, longer and thicker than Rusty, but not as aggressive. As soon as we were tied, I felt the shock of the collar, and it was pure ecstasy. It must have been obvious that I was enjoying the pain because the next jolt was twice as intense as the previous one. His knot was bigger, but he did not stay in as long.

As soon as he pulled out, someone said, “Don’t let that stud’s semen go to waste! catch it and feed it to her!”

Monica found a basting syringe and put in the semen and emptied it in my throat past the gag. It was salty and gross, but it made me feel even hotter. The next one was a Pit Bull. His red rocket was ready and bigger than the Lab’s. The angle was perfect, and he went to work right away. After he tied, I thought there would be no end to the amount of juice he was giving. The shocks from the collar were stronger with each dog and driving me to the brink of unconsciousness. And so it went for two more hours, being bred, fed, and humiliated. I almost came several times, but I focused so I wouldn’t.

When all were satisfied, some twice, they left, and I was finally released from my position. It took me twenty minutes to be able to stand and clean up. It was a humiliating and totally liberating experience. As I was leaving, Jessie said, “Same time next week!”

It was not a question, but a command. Too many people knew, and I had to obey, or my life as a breeding bitch would be public.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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