My Bucket List Emptied

By Michelle M.
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Entering my thirties, there were several things I wanted to achieve, but I wanted to know how to make it happen.

The unexpected death of my grandfather, mom being his only child, me being mom and dad’s only child. I was more than surprised when he left me his entire estate, making me financially free for the rest of my life.

I contacted a real estate agent and told her I was looking for a place near the mountains, with lots of property and not close neighbors.

Within a week, she had found several places that fit what I was looking for, one standing out over the rest. Located at the end of a road turning into a national forest, the property shared the forest line on several sides. The other joined a single lady’s property, whose home was more than a few miles back down the single road.

The home was pretty new, and the one who built it died under suspicious circumstances. Then, to add more mystery, the second owner, a single lady, passed away similarly. Not much was known, but it was believed both were in severe pain, triggering a heart attack.

My realtor and I walked around the whole property, everywhere inside, a full investigation had been done on both deaths, but nothing was discovered out of the ordinary. The property was perfect, so I made an offer. It was accepted, and a few weeks later, I was moving in.

The crew had started early, leaving me most of the afternoon to finish up a few areas. By early evening, when the doorbell sounded, I had just finished taking a shower, wrapped in a towel. Not expecting anyone, I was more than surprised when a stunning blonde massive chest was quickly as big as my own. She was in a short jumpsuit, and I could see her nipples. It was obvious she wore no bra. I wondered if she was going commando as well.

“Hi, my name is Jennifer. Most people call me Jen. I’m your neighbor down the street. I thought I’d bring a welcome basket.”

She had wine, cheeses, crackers, and some grapes, a perfect way to welcome someone to the neighborhood. I have heard that a lesbian can easily spot a sister of the same belief. Seeing her told me everything I needed to know.

“So glad to see you, I’m Nikki, but I just got out of the shower. Please come and let me get into something more than a towel.”

She looked me up and down. “Please, don’t change on my account. You look amazing in that towel. I have some wine. If you have a couple of glasses, we can get to know each other much better” Then she laughed, “Who knows, you may not be wearing it before the evening ends.”

Smiling and grabbing some glasses, we moved to the patio area. The place has a slopping backyard, bordered by the forest on one side and bottom. The other was Jen’s place. Jen gathered some cheeses and finger food. I poured two glasses, then joined her on the sofa.

It was as if we had been long-lost friends forever, sipping the wine, snacking on the cheese and crackers, more and more contact between us, our hands on each other’s arms, bare legs, and so on. Soon, the first glass was empty. Jen stood to refill the drinks. Standing behind me, handing the glasses, she began rubbing my bare shoulders. It felt wonderful, especially after lifting and moving so many boxes. Then to my surprise, she leaned forward, kissing my neck, running her hands down the front of me, releasing the towel so it fell away from my body, kissing me again,

“I sense a submissive side to you. One you keep hidden very well, but one that is always present. Am I correct?”

A second ‘bucket list item’ has always been a desire to be owned or enslaved by someone, some dominant female who would lead me into the BDSM world, controlling me, subjecting me to all kinds of pain and punishments, so when she asked such a personal question, all of my fears washed away, not saying anything, just nodding while my breathing became labored. She moved in front of me, standing there, my body nude now, nipples had never been as erect and hard as they were at this moment, the moisture between my legs building. Looking up at her, my body shaking, suddenly she slapped me across the one cheek. It was so hard. Shaking my head, a surprised look on my face. But before I could react, she slapped me again, this time on the other side of my face.
“Now drop down on your knees. Let’s see if that tongue of yours has any real talent. My pussy needs pleasing.”

A wave of submissive shock washed over me. Not able to wrap my mind around what was happening, but dropping to my knees, she sat down, pulling the small skirt up. No panties were being worn. I was running my hands up her bare legs, kissing the inner thighs, running a finger over her shaved pussy, then leaning forward to take my first lick, tasting how good the moisture was.

This was not the first time I’d licked a female’s pussy, but it was the first time as a potential slave licking what had the potential of becoming a new owner. The more pleasure I gave her, my submissive nature continued to increase, washing over me, feeling like it was changing every cell in my body. She finally grabbed my head, squeezing my head with her legs, exploding her juices, covering my face, swallowing as fast as I could, and pulling me back.

“I think we have found a new life for you. I’ll be back tomorrow, giving you time to think about this new lifestyle,” Jen said.

She got up, pulled down her skirt, and left. The emotions I was feeling were all over the place. I had revealed my most secret desires to a basic stranger. Had opened up about a submissive side of me, and now my future may be in her hands.

*****

Sleep was uneasy that evening, staying nude. After breakfast, I was on the patio, a cup of coffee in hand, when she walked in, holding a bag.

Looking at me, Jen said, “Have you thought about submitting to me, becoming my sex slave?”

There wasn’t anything else I had thought about since she left. Moving to a submissive kneeling position, dropping my head.

I said, “Yes, I’ve thought about it, and I’d like to see if this can be my new lifestyle.”

Taking a small leather collar out of her bag, secured it around my neck, locked it in position, then gave me some rules. First, I cannot cum unless given permission, will join her at club meetings she belongs to, then many more, all designed to make me more dependent on my new Mistress and her desires.

The club meetings had me leashed, on all fours, nude and behind her. By the first meeting, the bottom, and back of my legs, both beasts, had red marks on them, where the punishments had been administered. A small vibrating bullet had been put in me. My Mistress activated the vibrations on a random basis. Each time it became active, I’d lose all ability to think, eyes would roll up in my head, and tiny little whimpers and moans would escape me.

It only took a few weeks, and I was comfortably settling into this new lifestyle for the first time in my life, owning my place as a submissive to a dominant Mistress, one controlling every part of my life. Being controlled when I enjoyed an orgasm had me in a constant state of arousal, the need for relief mounting each week.

*****

One afternoon not being permitted relief for over a week, I was out in the back, nude, relaxing on a lounger. My eyes had been closed when a strange feeling came over me. It felt like someone was near me. Slowly opening my eyes, a sudden surge of fear hit me. Standing over me, legs on either side of the lounge, was the most enormous wolf I have ever seen. Much bigger than any wolf I’ve ever seen, more like a regular size horse. When I was about to scream, his eyes, those deep red flashing, spinning, circular spiral eyes, captured mine. Drawing me in, somehow telling me to relax, taking away all fear.

Those eyes had a hypnotic effect on me, relaxing me, subliminally programming me, never moving, not touching me, just those eyes doing something to me.

I have no idea how long he kept me like this. Slowly his mouth opened, and two large fangs seemed to roll out and lock in place. Plunging them into me, on either side of my clit, sinking deeply in the soft tissue, his tongue entering me, much like a flexible cock would do. The pain of the fangs soon faded away, the shaft pushing, pumping, twisting from side to side, all the time the twin daggers pumping some unknown substance into me.

This combination of pumping fluid in me, the tongue was doing everything a well-designed cock could do, set off a climax, one that shook and rocked my whole being, one that kept it going on and on. The fluid shoots out of me, coating his tongue and mouth all down my thighs, pooling around my bottom. My hips were humping against him, but he never moved. He kept the milky liquid entering me while the tongue kept me cumming.

How long, anyone’s guess? Finally, the tongue pulled out, the fangs retracted, his eyes released me, and in an instant, he was gone.

There was dried cum everywhere, sticky, and a smell of arousal I’d never encountered. Finally able to raise my head, the two puncture wounds slowly healed before my eyes, leaving the lips between my legs puffy and more sensitive than they had ever felt.

Still in a daze, my hands between my legs, the feelings and arousal spiking mini orgasms one after the next, when suddenly Jennifer, my Mistress, was standing a few feet from me. “I see you have decided to break one of my main rules, not cumming without my permission” Then she got closer, reaching out, touching my pussy area, almost where he had bitten me. Her eyes met mine, this time, but filled with anger.

“No one cums like this unless they have had someone with them. Have you had a male here do this to you?”

Tears were in my eyes, nodding that there had been a male here, but it wasn’t what she thought it was. Before I could try and explain, she unlocked my collar.

“When you decide you can live a true Mistress/submissive lifestyle, give me a call. Maybe I’ll reconsider,” Jen said harshly.

She was gone without letting me try and explain.

*****

The next few days were hell. I was always on the edge of the cliff. Just running my hands between my legs triggered an explosion. Pulling on my tits did the same. I noticed fine white hair was appearing all over my body. It was so soft, loved to rub my arms and legs. My bottom sent erotic tinglings all over me when I rubbed it. A strange feeling was becoming more and more present each day I woke, most days I just lay in bed, feeling the changes taking place, but for some reason not worried, although I couldn’t get out of my mind the previous two owners, did he visit them, is this why they died?

Around three weeks after the wolf’s encounter, I noticed we were entering the first phase of the full moon cycle when severe pain started in my hands and feet that evening. They seemed to be changing, the pain made me cry out for help, but no one was near to hear me. These changes had only begun when my face began to burn. It felt like my whole skull was reshaping. Barely able to focus, the hands were becoming dog-like paws, the same as my feet. My legs ached, then my stomach and back followed, dropping me to the ground, curling up in a ball, the whole body writhing, twisting, and flopping from one side to the next. Eventually, it was too much when I thought I would also die; my eyes closed, and I passed out.

How long I was out was unknown. When I woke, I felt better than I had in a long time, if ever. Reaching up to touch my face, my hand was now a wolf’s paw, beautiful white hair covering it. Standing on all fours, looking at a full-length mirror, I had changed into a beautiful female wolf with a long tail and a distinct scent, instantly telling me I was in heat.

That same feeling I felt when he bit me was there again. Turning. The colossal beast was back, lying on his side, watching me inspect my new body. My eyes zeroed in on his cock. It was pink and huge, licking my lips, waving my bottom, wanting him to know how much I needed him to use me, to take me, make me his bitch.

Standing again, it was hard to realize how big he was, moving behind me. Licking the needy area under my tail, then moving outside to the backyard. Following him closely, he bolted up the hill into the forest. I was right behind him, amazed at how easily I could run now.

We ran, jumped, growled, and played for miles in the dense area, finally resting at a high mountain pond. When I stopped, he once again licked me, then, in one motion, mounted me, that massive cock slipping in without any resistance. The feeling was something I’d never dreamed of or knew was possible. How deep he went, how exciting he was making the insides of me feel, could only be felt. Words would not explain what was happening to me. The warm liquid he emptied in me sent me on an erotic cloud of sexual excitement, making me howl as only a wolf can howl. My body exploded, making me feel pure pleasure like I’d never felt before.

We slept, and I curled up in his body, enjoying the cool night air. Around midnight, he retook me.

*****

The next few days, we ran, fucked, and played with each other. I submitted to him repeatedly, finally leading me back to my place, taking me one last time, then he was gone. Somehow I knew in my heart that in less than a month, we’d be back again, doing what I had begun to enjoy thoroughly. Enjoy beyond anything I could have ever imagined.

Sleeping that evening, the following day waking, feeling as fully fulfilled as I had ever been, when I moved out onto the patio, something inside me instructed me to change back into the same girl I had been. Stretching, checking everything over, I was back to normal like I had been, except my tits were super sensitive, the area between my legs the same, more easily aroused than ever before.

Relaxing, enjoying what had happened to me, completely satisfied in a way I could never have dreamed of. Still, after a little more than a week had passed. I was so horny. Looking at the calendar, wondering how I’d ever make it.

One afternoon, relaxing in the back, a group of four wild dogs came running across the bottom of the land, heading for the woods. I noticed they passed through almost every day at approximately the same time, which gave me an idea.

The next day just before they were due to appear, changing back into the animal form, making sure my back end was facing upwind from them. As soon as they appeared, the scent of my arousal reached them in moments. Stopping, looking up at me, it was easy to see I was a wolf, but a female wolf in heat. Cautiously scanning the area to ensure no male was present, all of them moved toward me.

The closer they got, the more submissive I became. When the alpha was just a few feet from me, moving toward him, brushing my body against his, he was behind me, sniffing, tasting, and finally licking under my tail. Jumping up to mount me, feeling him entering me, dropping my head, a low moan escaped. He was smaller than my wolf lover but so much faster, triggering the first explosion and providing me with the pleasure I was not only looking for, but this was what I needed.

Seeing the three hounds waiting to have their turn but not looking at them, one stepped up in front of me, angling his shaft into my mouth. This dog wants a blowjob from a wolf, gave me a small chuckle. But before I could grasp what was happening to me, his tool pushed down my throat, cutting off my air. Gasping, unable to breathe, he pulled back, slamming that monster down my throat.

These two were in opposite rhythms when the one in my pussy pushed in, the one in my throat pulled out, then in, and my pussy out. My eyes had rolled up in my head, and a sexual cloud was carrying me away. The knot in my pussy was the first to be pushed inside me. Not much pain at all, just some discomfort. My creator had broken me. His cock was so big. The one pushing in my mouth, however, was a different matter. It started pressing against my teeth and my lower jaw. The constant pounding finally forced the jaw down. When it was in, it was locked as a ball gag does.

That was when the warm cum flooded my pussy. This was warmer than my wolf lover, and while the same warm feeling flooded my throat, the two combined effects triggered a massive set of mini explosions, coming over and over.

When the two pulled out of me, never being used like these two had done, my legs gave way, dropping me to the ground, a wave of sleep overtaking me almost immediately.

The ones left unfulfilled sniffed and licked me, but I was completely out. Finally frustrated, they all left.

*****

A few hours later, waking covered in dried cum, but never feeling as good as I did now. Changing back into my original form, heading to the shower, relaxing there, grabbing a bite, and drinking, back out in the yard enjoying the perfect weather.

I was in wolf form for the next few days when the dogs came by. Each time, they fucked me in both holes, emptying the warm seed inside me. Sometimes, I swallowed so much that it looked like I was several months pregnant.

Then one morning, a new thought hit me. The dogs were used to me being part of their daily routine. This morning, I stayed nude, but not in my animal form, instead staying in my own naked body.

I watched them start toward me, then stop to watch. My scent was the same, and the fact I was in heat also was the same as they had experienced before, but I was no longer a wolf but now a female human.

I had a secured small, padded ottoman on the patio, kneeling over it, my bottom facing them. There was a light breeze blowing from where I was, down the hill to them. Now all I could do was wait and see if the dogs need to fuck overcome the change in my looks.

Finally, they moved up to me slowly, the big one approaching me, walking around, sniffing me, then licking between my legs, his tongue sending shivers all through my body. After a few more licks, finally satisfied, I was still in heat, jumping up on my back. That wonderful cock found its mark on the first strike. Bottoming out with one jump.

When Jen took me as a slave, that was exciting. The wolf took me, OMG, unbelievable, progressing to being taken by the dogs, sexually was as exciting or maybe more so than with my wolf – but now this dog was fucking me, rapidly pounding me, sending my pussy, my whole body into a dream-like frenzy, my hips writhing back and forth.

It was hard to tell if multiple climaxes were hitting me or if some other pleasurable feelings were blanketing me like a warm wrap.

When this one’s knot started pressing against my opening, a second one moved to my mouth, forcing his cock down my throat. In my wolf form, it was easy to take in the big cock, but now, he forced it deep into my throat. Usually, my gag reflex would have kicked in, but when I started giving the blowjobs earlier, it must have calmed me down, so it slipped so deep his balls were hitting my chin. I thought he might end up cracking my teeth because he was rapidly pumping in and out of me. Instead, this and what was happening between my legs plunged me into an erotic haze. So happy I made this decision, being used like this in this form.

The knot would not fit in my mouth, no matter how hard he pumped or pushed. It simply was not big enough. Finally, he started pumping the warm seed down my throat, filling me, stimulating every fiber in my body.

When these two were finished, two more replaced them, but I was in such a wonderful place that nothing mattered. I was being used, had become a slave to two different animals, and subconsciously checked off the second essential item on my bucket list.

Each morning until the full moon phase started, I was out in the backyard, leaning over the ottoman, being used by as many dogs that attended that day.

My lover appeared one afternoon, and just as the phase started, I was waiting in my wolf form. We nuzzled and rubbed against each other, so happy to be together again, running all over the mountainside. Stopping again at the mountain lake, he took me. Having him in me was like heaven. We had become so close, and we could communicate easily now. He was not upset that I had been enjoying sex with the group of dogs. I was all his for this time, so he created me.

As soon as we had rested, I changed back into my human form, explaining to him how much I wanted him to take me like this.

Moving to a moss-covered log, he sniffed my bottom, then licked between my legs, sending shivers all the way through my body. He was so big that he didn’t have to jump on me like the dogs. Instead, move close, his cock slipping in quickly. In this form, his cock was massive. It was stretching every cell and muscle between my legs. As soon as he was all the way in, an earth-shaking orgasm washed over me, leaving me panting, finding it hard to catch my breath. Clinging onto the moss, gripping the tree bark, his slow and steady thrusts in and out was exciting every small centimeter inside me.

I think he sensed how much pleasure this gave me, keeping the slow, steady rhythm in and out. It went on forever. I was on the edge, waiting for the warm feeling of his nectar to fill me, but he kept me at that point, making me moan, cry, and scream for him to finish me off. But still, he kept me there.

My toes were curling up, then stretching wide apart, frantically rubbing my erect nipples on the moss, trying to do something to make him finish me off.

How long he kept me like this was lost to me. I had slipped into a sexually exciting erotic haze—floating, enjoying where I was. Suddenly, he stopped, filling me with what I had been needing, what my body had been begging for, triggering an earth-shattering explosion inside me, one that covered his cock with my juices. It left me so spent that my body instantly shut down, leaving me lying on the log, taking time to come to a complete rest.

Waking and looking at him, both of us knew at least one time every month that this was how he would enjoy me. The rest of the time, we ran, fucked, rested, and enjoyed our time together.

When he left me at my place, watching him disappear, wondering where he went for the rest of the month, but knowing he’d be back.

*****

The following morning, I was once again nude relaxing on the ottoman, when the group of my canine lovers came running toward me. We jumped, kissed, and hugged. They had missed me. Then laying across the soft surface, that familiar feeling of a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth once again gave me the pleasure I had been lucky enough to discover.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, formatting errors, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Even with the limited editing done here, it doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed (That’s the author’s job). The opinions/views expressed in this story (and in any comments) are those of the author and do not represent this site. We support freedom of speech. This story has been previously published on other free sites and is now public domain, which is why we can post it here. The title has been changed. The original title was: ‘A New Place, Servitude, a Wolf, and a Pack of Dogs emptied my Bucket List.’

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