The Winston Chronicles Chapter 4 (Liz accepts Winston)

Liz woke up the next morning around 10am. After her assault by Winston, she had just curled up on the floor and slept in her place. As her head slowly fought through the mist, memories of the previous night returned to her. The power of Winston’s dominance. The feeling of his cock and knot taking possession of what his saw as his. The way her body betrayed her and submitted. Even the way her mind slowly accepted her new role as his bitch to breed. The feeling of his hot cum squirting her deepest, darkest places was still vivid.

As Liz struggled to come to terms with the events of the previous night, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that her life had changed in ways she was still trying to understand. The memory of Winston’s dominance over her, the way he had taken control and claimed his territory with a primal intensity that left no doubt as to who was in charge, lingered. She recalled the feeling of his cock inside her and how she had been unable to resist, eventually succumbing not just physically but also mentally. The realization that her body and mind had betrayed any semblance of resistance, submitting to Winston’s desires with a depth that terrified her.

The aftermath was filled not just with physical discomfort but an emotional turmoil. She lay on the floor for a while, grappling to make sense of her actions and feelings from last night. Her pussy felt raw. But not unlike a good session with Daddy. Her asshole however felt quite abused. She had had anal sex before and often played with it for pleasure. But having a 6 inch long 2.5 inch wide dog cock thrust into it was a very new experience.

She eventually found the energy and stood up. The sight of the room around was surprisingly tidy. Except for a few spots of cum dripped on the floor, you’d hardly have known anything had happened last night. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled but her face still looked beautiful. Her skirt was still hiked up around her hips and top was also bunched up showing her perfect b-cup breasts.

She neatened herself up and headed to the kitchen. Fixing Winston, who was still asleep, she heading to the shower to clean herself off and inspect any damage to her sweet body.

As she stepped into the shower, Liz let out a sigh of relief as warm water cascaded down her body. She closed her eyes, allowing the warmth to soothe any lingering discomfort from last night’s ordeal with Winston. The water helped wash away not only the physical remnants of their encounter but also began to clear her mind, making it easier for her to process what had happened.

She gently cleaned herself around the sore areas and winced at times, remembering how Winston’s primal dominance had overwhelmed her. Despite this discomfort she started to feel more composed as the water rinsed off all remaining evidence of last night’s activities. It was almost therapeutic, helping her come to terms with the unfamiliar experience she’d endured.

Once out of the shower and dressed in comfortable clothes, Liz decided to take a few moments for herself. She made some tea, trying the warm liquid’s soothing effects on her frazzled nerves and to steady herself as she reflected further. With the peaceful morning around, a quiet calm enveloped her.

She decided to text Daddy. Nervous at first for what his reaction might be. She sighed and just sent a “hello”. Daddy sent back a pleasant greeting and a virtual hug. He then asked the inevitable question “how was last night? Sleep well?”. Liz thought about it for a while and then decided to tell him the whole story. Word by word Liz relived the events. Not leaving out any details. She was scared at the unknown his response might provide. Would he be repulsed? Angry? Would he laugh at her plight? Instead it was none of those. “Wow that’s quite an adventure you’ve had there” he said. Followed by the perfect response “Do you need a hug in real life?”. Liz squealed in happiness at the offer. “Yes please!!” She said and then texted him the address.

Winston woke and came into view. To Liz’s surprise he simply ate the prepared meal without making any advances toward her, seemingly back to being just a dog. She found herself in an odd mix of emotions towards him—there was fear due to what happened, but also a confusing form or respect for the raw power he’d shown. And though her body still felt somewhat battered, it was also an undeniable truth that his dominance over the night had been intoxicating on a primal level.

With this strange realization, Liz’s thoughts wandered. Was she to submit again if Winston demanded it? She looked over at him; now he seemed like just an innocent, sleeping English bulldog. It was hard to reconcile the events of last night with his calm demeanor now, and yet… she knew what had occurred.

Liz realized that today would be a day of self-discovery, grappling with these newfound feelings and trying to find her footing in the house that no longer felt as secure or safe.