Livvy’s Dog Slut Fantasy #2 – King

I’m on my knees, my cheek pressed to the basement floor, so that I’m staring at a brick wall. I’m wearing a red lace bra. Only that. That’s not how I was dressed when I left the house, in case you’re wondering. My arms are behind my back, my forearms tied together, my hands cupping my elbows, pulling my shoulders back uncomfortably. I’m wearing a leather collar with my name etched on that name tag. There’s a short chain attached to it. It leads to a metal ring on the floor. My ankles are secured to rings as well, leaving my legs spread and my pussy vulnerable. The room is dimly lit, so that any movement causes shadows to flicker against the aged bricks. It’s about twice the size of my bedroom and a wooden stair leads up to the house above. While I can’t see it, I know there’s a camera in on corner, focused on me, and I’m assuming that my ‘captors’ are watching.

What I can see is a German Shepard on a chain which is attached to a ring on the wall opposite the one I am. The only difference is, there’s timer on it the lock securing it to his collar. Nick and Alondra explained it to me before leaving me alone with the dog. When the time is up, it will release him to do… whatever he wants. When I asked how long it’s set for, Alondra just laughed and told me not to worry about it. Then they left, going back upstairs, shutting the door behind them.

“Don’t worry,” Alondra told, giving me a gentle kiss on the mouth before securing my collar to the floor. “King knows what to do. He’s already gotten a taste of your sweet little cunt. The longer he has to wait for more, the more eager he’ll be. Enjoy yourself, Livvy. And remember, you asked me for this.”

I met them online. No names, at least not at first. I could pretend that it was just curiosity that drew me to the site, but I’d be lying. It was much more than that. A bestiality site. The kind where you can watch videos of women being fucked by dogs or read their true accounts. Whether or not they were actually true, or simply fantasies, didn’t really matter to me. I wanted them to be true and I wanted to experience them for myself. That’s all that mattered and I’d left some comments on my favorites saying exactly that – signing them ‘Dog Slut O’ – after spending night after night getting off on them. Some evenings, that’s all I’d do after dinner. Settle in on my bed and make myself come for hours, reading story after story, learning about myself in the process, discovering that my fantasies revolved around being my choice being taken away from me. It was such a nasty fantasy to have. Being fucked by dogs, so I tried to absolve myself of shame by focusing on scenarios where I wasn’t necessarily a willing participant in whatever debauchery I had dreamed up for myself.

Sometimes I’d picture myself tied up, or down, while I was licked and fucked by a dog, or possibly more. Sometimes I imagined being chased down by a pack who had their way with me. And it wasn’t like I’d ever actually do it. That’s what I told myself, at least. And then I met Nick and Alondra.

Alondra had contacted me first, simply replying to one of my comments:

If you liked this, I can share more like it.

The hook. In retrospect, I know she was fishing and, once I bit, it was easy enough for her to reel me in. It was like a game, I suppose. She threw out the bait, and I responded.

Yes, please.

And she did, sending me a link to a story where a girl is drugged and tied to a bench with her ass up in the air and fucked by dogs while being watched by a sexy couple. It was so hot. I ended up climaxing several times while reading it the first time. And I read it more than once.

What did you think? she asked me the next day.

It was the internet and I was just a random girl with a fascination for fucking dogs named ‘Dog Slut O’

I came. A lot. So hot.

Want some more?

Yes!!!

She sent another link. This time it involved a girl being being seduced by a couple. Eventually, she ended up with her hands cuffed over her head, a spreader bar forcing her legs apart while a dog licked her pussy, making her come over and over until she begged for them to let it fuck her. Again, I found myself masturbating like a crazy women with the biggest dildo I owned, picturing myself as the girl, the dog’s nose buried between my thighs, his rough tongue lapping at me mercilessly while I hung there, begging for them to let him fuck me, promising anything and everything until they finally relented…

Like it?

It was perfect.

Did It make you cum?

Yes. Hard. Do you have more?

Yes. Easier with email. Addy?

I hesitated, but in the end, I gave in and sent it, or at least one that I used for porn sites. A burner address.

She didn’t disappoint. Every other night, a new link or sometimes a PDF of the kind of stories I craved. And the following night, she’d ask if I’d liked it and what I had liked about it and I’d answered honestly, letting my guard down a little at a time, and the emails would get longer and more intimate as I shared more and more about what myself. Not only my bestiality fantasies, but little tidbits about me. What I looked like. What else I was into. Fetishes.