Stephanie – Just When Things Turned Around Pt. 3_(3)

This story is a work of fiction, and contains themes of bestiality. If this offends your sensibilities, please close this story, and find one more up your alley.



Two and a half months ago when I took the job at the kennel, I never knew it would lead to where I’m at today. Bob had hired me as his kennel manager, and it had some amazing perks, like the apartment that I stayed in rent free at the kennel. Then one night after too much wine, I went into a kennel with one of the dogs and was raped. But, to my dismay, I found that I wanted to cum, and was fucking him back as hard as he plowed me.

The next day, I found a collar with a pendant that said “Bitch” and a note in my office saying Bob wanted to see me. It turns out that Bob’s security camera’s recorded the whole thing, and he was blackmailing me into fucking him at will, and to service all of his dogs. When I resisted, he hit me, and scared me into compliance. That day he fucked me in the office, taking my anal cherry, and that night he watched as I fucked another one of his dogs while I sucked him off. Despite the total humiliation, I realized that submitting to him and the dogs was incredibly hot. This left me with my quandary: go through the motions, or fully embrace this lifestyle.

I decided that I would enjoy what was being given to me, but on condition. I gave it a couple days (and a couple excellent dog fucks) before I worked up my nerve to approach Bob. I went to the manor and to his office, where I broached the topic of my duties.

“Robert, if it would please you, I would like to talk to you about my duties.”

Shutting the door behind me, he gestured to the couch that he ass fucked me on a few days earlier.

“Are you having regrets, Stephanie? You know the conditions, and you agreed to them.”

“Yes, Sir. The last couple days, I’ve been thinking about it, and I willingly submit myself to you. But I am asking, as my master, please don’t hit me. I will do as you say, when you say it, but hit me again, and I will walk away. I don’t care about what you do to my career after that.”

“Stephanie, what you said took a lot of courage. And I respect that. I admit, I was out of line. And if I lay another hand on you in anger, I will write you a glowing letter of recommendation.”

We shook hands on the deal, and later that evening, he brought a new form for me to sign stating those very conditions. Over the next two months, it was a blur of dog sex, being used by Bob either in his office, or mine, or while the dogs were fucking me in the kennels.

One day, I left work to run to the feed store where Bob ordered his food for the dogs. When I got back to the kennel, I found a sexy cocktail dress, stiletto heels and crotchless panties hanging on the coat rack in my office. A note pinned to the dress simply said “My office, 8:30.”

“Hmm… Looks like Master will have me entertaining tonight,” I mused. The thought of being given to some other man to be used started my juices flowing. Since my submission to Bob, and knowing that I am to be used as a fuck toy, I’ve gotten aroused just getting called to the main office just to talk business.

I shut down operations early so I could get cleaned up and changed.