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This is my second story on here, it's about a submissive tranny and her dominant master. I oddly enough as well seem to write this shit while watching Twin peaks. There's not much in the way of sex in the first part just set up I'll try and get to it the tags are for the entirety of the story though, so there.
Tags:submissive tranny, maybe some foot stuff, pet play, domination, trap, maledom

I met him on the internet; I assume that’s how most people like us meet in society today. I had a standard dating profile with all of the normal things that people put on there. “I’m 5’6, I’m skinny as a rail, I’m 22 years old and looking for a man.’’ That’s a snippet of what I assumed drew him to me. When he messaged him for the first time there was no polite greeting or friendliness in any line of the message.
“I want pictures of your body now.’’
I can’t say I wasn’t a bit frightened by his frankness, I looked at his profile, and I wasn’t expecting to see what I did. He didn’t look like every other person on the site, 400 pound men claiming to “suave and sexy”. He looked good; he had short black hair and bright blue eyes. I messaged him back, hoping to form a relationship before showing him the goods.
“I would but I’m afraid there’s not much to see in the way of tits.” It wasn’t even 20 minutes before I got reply it stated simply:
“I want pictures now.’’
I turned on my webcam and took a few photos of my less than ample breasts in one of my bras, and another couple of my ass in my tightest panties. I don’t know why I gave in to this stranger’s demand, and why I felt compelled to do my best for him.
I sent the pictures as quickly as possible not thinking of the repercussions that could result from this. Much to my delight I got a response the same day, “Good, come over to my apartment.’’ I felt butterflies in my stomach, did I really want to risk being kidnapped or something else that my parents had convinced me would happen if I ever talked to a stranger?
As I got ready to head over to his apartment, luckily he leaved closed to me, just a few miles away, I began to question my actions more and more. I pulled on a tight T shirt and a pair of jeans that showed off my round ass. I even wore a pair of my nicest black stockings just in case I needed to show off my legs for him. After all of my beautiful routine was done, I got into my car, the worst possibilities running through my mind all the way to his home. I went to the door and hit the buzzer. After a moment of silence, I decided to speak.
“It’s, uh, me.” I didn’t know if he was ready or if he expected me this early, it had only been an hour or so since he told me to come over.
“Come in.” His voice was as cold and distant as the text in his messages. The door unlocked for me and I entered, I looked back at the door realizing that this was my last chance to back out of this spur of the moment meeting. I found the door he told me was his and held my breath to try and relax as my fist hit the door. I exhaled loudly when I saw him for the first time; he was even more beautiful in the flesh than his photos. (I can’t describe men so I won’t try just imagine your image of male beauty). ¬
“Come in.’’ he parroted himself scanning up and down my body judging it. I starred past him into the darkness of his apartment not sure if I should enter, I’ve come this far what would be the point in chickening out now?
I stepped through the doorway; he turned to his side welcoming me in.
End of Part 1
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Tags:Pet play, shemale, feet, spanking, maledom, trap, domination
Part 2
As I stepped into his apartment I felt a chill go down my spine, but I tried to get rid of it, this didn’t look like the apartment of a crazy person. It was well furnished; I saw a large flat screen television, and a leather couch across from it. The room was darkly lit, he had few lamps in the room, any natural light that could have come in through the windows I past as I entered were blocked with heavy black curtains. I look around a little bit as a walked into the living room, I past a kitchen and a few other closed doors.
I felt his hand grip my shoulder, it almost made me jump. He was strong; I could feel myself getting turned on already.
“Go sit on the couch.” He pointed to the leather couch and I complied, “Would you like something to drink?” his tone stayed as stern as when I heard it through the buzzer.
“Sure.’’ I felt weak in his presence, I wonder if my small voice made that obvious. I sat on his large couch and felt engulfed by its mass; I noticed he had a dog bowl next to the couch. I wonder what kind of dog he has, I love dogs, but my overprotective parents never let me get one. He returned to the living room with a glass of what I could only assume was water. He sat down next me and set one of the glasses on the table, I expected him to hand it to but instead he just seem to stare at me, sizing me up.
“You are going to be my new dog slut.” His words came out as natural, he watched me for my reaction.
“What?” I was in a state of utter confusion.
“You’re going to be a dog and I’m going to fuck you” He must have that seen the confusion on face remained, forcing him to clarify. “I have a dominant personality, and I have a fetish for women who act and are treated like dogs.” I remained shocked by this.
“And you want me to be your dog?”
“I do, you’re beautiful and fit my type, plus,’’ I saw a smile grew replacing the almost emotionless face, “you’re obviously very submissive.” How could he have gotten this from just my profile? “I’m correct right?’’
“Uh…’’ I paused, he had pegged me right, I hadn’t really thought about it in any depth. But I was always the one in my relationships getting fucked rather than doing the doing fucking. “…yes.” My voice sounded meek even to me at this moment.
He smiled again, “I could tell there was something about you, I just didn’t know you were that submissive.” He seemed quite proud of getting me here. “We barely talked at all before you sent me pics of you, and you rushed over here like a booty call I’ve been fucking for months.” I felt embarrassed and slightly ashamed of myself.
“But back to business,’’ he pulled the dog dish to his feet and poured my water into the bowl. “drink.’’ He returned to his dominative tone. I gripped my purse and was ready to leave; I wouldn’t be anyone’s dog whore. When I felt my grip loosen, I fell to my knees and looked up at as his wicked smile returned to his face. I put my face near the bowl hating myself the whole way down. I lapped some water from the bowl, attempting to cure my thirst; I felt his strong hand again. This time patting my head and traveling down my back.
“I take it you want to be my dog too?” He almost giggled while he spoke.
“…yes…’’ I answered again weakly; I could almost see the red on my face. I went to stand back up but almost jumped from his booming voice.
“Stay there.’’ He was on the verge of yelling, I fell back on the floor, I obeyed his command again. “Good dog. If you’re going to be a dog you have to stay on your knees and walk on all fours. You can only sit on the couch or stand when I say so, okay?” I nodded hoping to avoid yelling or something worse.
“Now let’s get those clothes off, it’s not like dogs need any.” I felt my heart skip a beat; do I try and explain it? Would me talking anger him? I can’t imagine what he’ll do to me once he sees it. “Good dog, I didn’t say you could stand, you can now.” I could feel my heart beating terribly fast; I stood and started to pull my shirt up, revealing my pink bra.
“You’re right, you don’t have tits. But that fat ass more than makes up for it.” He squeezed my cheeks through the denim with his muscular hands, causing me to squeak with shock. My dread build as I pulled off my bra revealing my pink nipples and small breasts. I began to pull off my jeans, I felt like crying the fear of what would happen as the jeans hit the floor overtook me. He spun me back around, he starred at my ass as I began to take off my panties. I felt him slap both cheeks stinging them with each hit. I felt him grip my hips again, I felt like my heart would explode.
End of Part Two
>> No. 518
I like it and the worst thing about it is once again the lack of paragraphs
>> No. 519
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>>518
I took your criticism into check for writing it and put it into paragraphs but for some reason when i copied and pasted it over to the message box it turns out like this so maybe I'm just a fucking idiot or i'm just missing something, I'll try and fix it when I'm writing the rest I'm just taking a break to play a little pay day then I'll get back on it
>> No. 520
>>519
well the only thing I can suggest is to double space paragraphs
>> No. 521
and obviously posting more chapters
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>>521
i'm doing that now I just hit a spot of laziness, plus i don't know if this is to blame, but my brother didn't pay his netflix thing so I couldn't watch twin peaks
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i tried to fix the paragraph issue and i explained the wait in that post up above

Part 3
My heart beat faster than it ever had before; even when I had revealed my secret to boys I’ve dated before it didn’t seem to matter as much. He spun me around and scanned down my body, until he saw it. My small uncut cock rest between my legs, my secret shame. He starred at it for a moment, I waited for him to yell at me or something. But he just continued staring at it with a slightly perplexed look on his face, “You’ve got a dick.” He stated it without confusion in his voice.
I felt his hand grip my balls, squeezing them with his icy hands. I shrieked again, he tightened his grip again, before finally loosen it. “You’re not angry?” His face turned back to seriousness before he spoke, allowing my fear to die down slowly.
“With an ass like this,” he pressed down on my back forcing my ass higher in the air, “who needs a cunt.’’ I could feel my cock swelling as he massaged my ass. “I bet your ass is tighter than most pussies.” I felt a finger putting pressure on my asshole, and before I could put any protest, like it would matter, he forced his unlubed finger deep into my quiver ass. I could feel it wiggling deeper in me, my cock dripping precum in response. “You’re this excited already?” I felt a sudden emptiness, he had with drawn his finger, and I almost craved me its return to my hole. He smacked my ass hard, and I felt like I knew what he wanted me to do.
I returned to my position on the floor, on all fours, he rubbed his crotch once more before unbuckling his pants. Saying his cock was just large would be an insult to it, he proudly displayed the 11 beast, it looked thicker than my wrist. I looked down toward my cock; feeling shamed by his size, my cock straining to cum at a mere three inches. “I know that face, and don’t worry.’’ He spoke comfortingly, “Sissies like you aren’t supposed to have cocks this big. This are for real men.” I felt oddly comforted by his almost mocking tone. “Now suck dog slut.’’
His hand pressed against the back of my head, pushing me toward his monster, he didn’t need to though. I felt drawn to it, I wanted to taste it more than anything, My mouth watered as I got close. “Hold on bitch, you need something special to be my doggie whore.” This was his cruelest moment so far, he took that massive meat away from me just before I could taste it. I observed his cock bounce as he walked to a drawer from my position on the floor, “Here it is.”
He returned to the couch, I didn’t realize how tantalized by his cock I was, I didn’t even notice what he was holding. Until he shoved it in my mouth. “I need you to lube that up nice, I would shove it in dry but that might excite you too much.” The bulbous butt plus had stretched my mouth to the brim, I couldn’t see past the plug attached to the tail. I couldn’t tell if he could see my eyes plead with him to take it out, “I guess that’s wet enough, you’ll be the one regretting it if it’s not.” He made a spinning motioning with his hand after pulling it out of my sore mouth. I couldn’t guess how it would feel in my ass, I was into ass play but I never took something as round as his plug, or anything as large or threatening as his cock. My ass returned to its place high in the air, his hands parted my still rosy cheeks.
I took a deep breath, as he pressed in it. The pain hit immediately, I felt his hand rubbing in small circles on my back. “Just take a deep breath, every pup has to grow her tail.” His words didn’t really help with the pain, but I tried harder to bare it. The plug finally found its way in to my panicking hole, my whimpers seem to excite him further, I could feel his member pressing against my balls. He twisted it around to make it wouldn’t pop out, the feeling of pain finally passed and my pleasure returned.
End of Part 3 I might fucking delete it and try for the paragraphs again or just give up
>> No. 524
>>523
To make a new paragraph, press enter twice.
>> No. 525
>>524
I've been indenting it's screwing it up during the copy and paste. I'll just dick around with somethings during the next parts
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>>524
I've been indenting it's screwing it up during the copy and pasting into the message box. I'll just dick around with somethings during the next parts
>> No. 529
Sadly, this is the one case where using intending in a word processor is not your friend. Your best bet is exactly what >>524 said, just hit enter twice between paragraphs instead of your usual one.

As for the story, yummy! I can't wait to see how this turns out.
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>>529
thanks for the info
I'm still writing i'm just bored as shit at the moment, but I'll try and get the rest of the part i'm writing done
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sorry about the wait guys, I been having some issues related to family and internet so I haven't had much time to write lately. This is only part of the fourth chapter, I usually try to write around 800 words or so, I'm just posting to prove I'm alive and intend on writing more. Plus I got another idea for a story. I'm gonna try paragraphs again forgive my previous transgressions
I remembered his meat stick and eagerly turned back around. “Look who’s an eager puppy. Wag that tail for me.” I shook my ass, the tailing moving with me, I could feel the tail slap against my pale cheeks. He grinned as my ass wagged, I wanted his cock in mouth right now, but I was in no place to make demands. “You want this cock girl?” I did my best to act like a dog, jumping and scratching the floor, hoping to get my treat. “Good girl.” He ran his hand threw my hair, patting it like I was his good puppy.

“You must really want it.’’ Finally he let me grip his cock, or try to at least. I could barely wrap my hand around it; I took all of its glory into account, veins proudly decorated it. “Go ahead already.” I obeyed his command. I licked all the way up to its tip, as I stroked his cock, hoping to please. I kissed the head of his massive cock, and began taking it into my mouth, sucking on it and flicking the slit with my tongue. I wrapped both of my hands around his shaft and began stroking him as I attempted to fill my mouth with his cock.

“That feels fucking great.’’ His moans of pleasure made me happy, he had been so quiet up until now I wasn’t sure if I was making him feel good. I focused back on the task at hand and tried to take more of his meat stick into my mouth, I wasn’t sure of my deep throating abilities, his size made it seem unlikely but I wanted his cum inside me. Enough to risk choking on his cock. I jerked him off as quickly as I could while I took his cock as deep in my throat as I could bear. I felt his cock began to throb in my throat, was he going to cum already?

I slowly removed his meat, letting my tongue grind against the underside of his dick. I gasped for air as I pulled it out, all while still stroking him; I looked up at him for the first time since his dick went in my throat. His head was tilted back and his mouth was open as he looked at the ceiling. I must have done a decent job to get him to this point as quickly as I did. I licked his throbbing head one more time, before readying my mouth for his burst of cum. I felt his hand grip the back of my head, as if he was preparing me as well. Finally he exploded; he shot three gobs of cum into my mouth and more landed on my face.

I'll write as often as I can.
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>>534
i think i just overcame my mental retardation
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After what seemed like an entire of silence he spoke again. “Lick that cum off the floor, bitch.” His words didn’t have any anger to them, that’s just what I was to him, a bitch. I lowered myself back to the floor and licked the small puddle of his seed that hit the floor. I collected it with my tongue, enjoying the taste of his still hot cum, forgetting it still decorated most of my face.


“Ow!” His hand slammed into my ass, hurting more than the other times, he laughed. “Don’t pout bitch, a spanking just helps you remind you where you belong, on the floor like the other dogs.” He stood up and pulled back on pants, putting away my treat.
He walked to a desk and looked back to make sure I was still licking up his cum, I quickly got back to my job. When he landed back on his couch he hid his hands, what did he have for me now?


“What’s wrong bitch?” he must’ve seen the pained looked on my face. “I have to go,” I spoke meekly causing him to lean in, “to the bathroom.”



“You’re such a good puppy speaking so quietly.” He patted my head again. “That’s good timing, I just remember your most important bitch accessory.’’ He pulled his hands out revealing a bright pink collar, with a doggy tag in the shape of a bone with the word “Dog Slut” written on it. I put my neck out for my next accessory, it wrapped around rather tightly, hurting a little bit. He clicked a leash around on my leash. “Come on,’’ he tugged on my new collar, had he forgotten that I had to go? “I have a few potted plants on the balcony you can pee on.”
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Tags:submissive tranny,pet play, domination, maledom, peeing, fingering
I felt faint, did he really want me to go out on a balcony and pee on plants? I couldn’t do it, someone would see, this can’t end well. He tugged a little bit rougher on my neck, pulling me out of my thoughts. I walked slowly to the doors leading to his balcony, the large plug made walking uncomfortable. I swallowed hard, as he turned the knob; the night was still light enough by the buildings and street light for me to see his balcony.

It had a few potted plants and a small square of grass in the center. I stared off the balcony, hoping that we were high up enough that no one could make out my ass with a large tail peeing on plants.

“I forgot I had this up here,’’ he pulled me closer to the pad of grass, “I guess this will be easier than plants. I won’t be able to make you lick up anything you miss though.”

He was actually weighing the pros and cons of this, he looked down at me and back to the pad. “You did give a good blowjob.’’ I gave him my best pout to convince him “Alright you can use the pad.’’ I felt relieved even with my bladder still about to burst, he let go of the leash and waited for me to go.

I crawled over to the pad, my stockings getting ruined in the process, to the thing I was allowed to empty my bladder on. I saw his grin grow wide as I lifted my leg, struggling to keep my balance; I felt the cold wind hit my dick, making it shrink more. I finally let go and began peeing, I could hear it hitting the pad, as the stream slowly died down I looked up and saw him rubbing his cock again.

It seemed impossible, with the sheer amount of cum he shot on me, that he could’ve got horny again. He reached his hand down to pick up the leash when I saw his smile return to its former wideness.

“Look at that,” he leaned down next to me and pointed to the puddle, “your piss spilled out on the floor anyway.” I looked hoping he’d pick up the leash and forget it, but I doubt I’d be that lucky. “Well, what are you waiting for?’’ he wasn’t going to let this go.

“I don’- ’’

“You haven’t seen me mad yet and I doubt you want to.” His tone turned angry quickly, I feared what he might subject me to if I didn’t do this. I turned and faced the puddle of urine that caused me so much trouble. The thought of lapping up my any urine, not only my own, disgusted me, yet my cock was as hard as it could get. I hated myself as I lowered my head to it, as I got close I thought of this situation. I had given up any dignity I had when I walked through his door. And we weren’t even dating officially. I darted my tongue out, hoping to get it past my tongue with tasting it, when he spoke again.

Slow licks, or you won’t be able to taste it.” I was disgusted with my own compliance, as I slowly dragged my tongue on the floor, slurping up my own piss. I didn’t like the taste, I can’t really describe it, all I can say is it’s unpleasant. I licked the rest up and before I could turn back around I felt his hand strike my ass, even harder than the times before. “That’s for talking without my permission.’’ I turned back to him, the still cold air stinging my sore cheeks. “What do you say?”

“Sorry.”

“Good, and you’ll be referring to me as master or sir from now on slut.” He yanked on my leash as he led me back into his home. When we reached the couch he removed the leash and ordered me to lie on the floor like a good pup, and left me there on the floor.

He returned with a few things in hand, I could only make out a bottle of some kind from my seated position. “Stick your fat ass in the air for me.’’ I shifted so my ass was as high as I could get it. “Good bitch.” His cold hands gripped my cheeks again, squeezing them, when I felt him twisting the plug.

“Ahh” He slowly pulled out the plug from its home, and set it down. I felt something cold hitting my asshole just as it regained its shape, I felt him jab a two fingers in. I bite down on my arm hoping to stifle my pained moans, as he swirled his fingers spreading the lube around in my asshole.

He continued fucking my ass, picking up speed, slowly adding more fingers till he had four in. I could barely hold in my moans at this point, he was stroking my prostate, I could feel my legs shaking. He must’ve realized I was about to cum, he flicked my balls, ruining any chance of me cumming. “Get your ass in the bedroom.” He walked in front of me and pushed the door open to his bedroom.

I crawled to through the door and into his dark room.
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Tags:anal, choking, and chastity and all the stuff before

Master slammed the door behind me, his room was darker than the other parts of his apartment, forcing me to squint to see. I could just barely make out his bed, dresser, and I few other things. As I turned to get my next order, I looked up and saw his member’s underside above me. I acted quickly and licked from my master’s balls to his cock head, hoping to earn his forgiveness and avoid anymore spankings. Before I could lick again, he pressed his hand against my head.

“You know that you just can’t lick your treat without my permission. Now get on the bed with your ass in air and hold your cheeks apart.” I took another look at my master’s monster, his cock is going to break me. I crawled on the bed, and put myself in my master’s favorite position, all while on the verge of shaking. I parted my cheeks, and felt my heart race faster and faster, as he climbed on the bed positioning himself over me.

“Relax, I could’ve fucked your ass dry.” He slammed half of his rod into my ass, I buried my face in his sheets, I don’t think I’ve ever felt something this painful before. He pulled out and slammed back in, loosening me up even more. After a few rams in and out my ass had began to accept more of master’s cock. His cock continued grinding against my prostate, finally causing the pleasure to overwhelm the pain. Before I could cum he pulled his rod out my convulsing ass, and got off the bed, I heard him walking but I didn’t want to risk moving, his cock rendered my whole body numb.

“I almost forgot it.” Master pulled me onto my back and parted my thighs apart revealing my cock straining to cum. I looked down and saw something clear in his hand, before I could get a closer look, I felt him tap my balls again. Pain shot through my entire body, I felt his hand wrap around my softened cock and put something on it.

“Whats that?” I summoned enough energy to speak weakly.

“Cock cage, you’ve been a good puppy so far but you still haven’t earned the right to cum.” He locked the cage around my poor dick and tossed the key behind him. “I also brought this back.” I heard the familiar click of my leash.

He pulled on the chain yanking me up back onto my hands and knees, and before I could wince he shoved his cock back in to me. He picked up at the pace he left off, and let my leash back down. My cock strained against the cage that kept me from exploding, his cock wouldn’t stop rubbing my prostate.

“You’ve been a good cock sleeve so far pup, but I want it all in or that cage doesn’t come off.” He ripped the leash up and tightened his grip on it, pulling me back toward him. I felt an inch or so more of him press his way in, as he choked me without caring. I couldn’t tell how much more of him I needed to pack into my already full and pain filled ass. I tried to back up and pull more of his largeness in to me, but I felt him remove himself again.

Without warning he slammed hard, forcing all of it in me. He let my leash go, as he pulled out and slammed back in, causing me to trade one pain for another. I struggled to catch my breath, my throat was a sore as it had ever been, the tightness of my collar wasn’t allowing for me to breathe easily either.

He continued slamming his girth in and out, causing my ass to finally adjusting to his brutal onslaught, before I knew it he had started going in and out of me faster and faster, I felt his large balls hitting mine once his cock disappeared into me. Suddenly he ripped the leash again pulling me almost against him, I could my face turning red from the choking. He pushed his cock in one more time before I felt his geyser of spunk filling me even more than his cock had. I felt the pressure of cum as it filled my hole, even while he withdrew I could still feel it shooting more into my already filled ass.

I felt him climb off the bed, but I couldn’t summon the strength to hold myself up anymore, I collapsed into his bed, the pain of the most brutal fuck I’d ever had still fresh.

“I tuckered my new pup didn’t I?’’ he patted my head and laughed; I didn’t have the strength to respond even in the ways my master allowed me to. I felt his seed dripping out of my battered hole, dripping down my balls, which still begged for release. I didn’t even feel him put the butt plug back in until my ass had return to something resembling its former shape.

“Let’s get you to your bed, dog slut.” He turned on a lamp on the dresser, causing my eyes to burn and readjust to the new brightness. He pulled me off the bed and laid me on the floor, and took off my leash, at least he wasn’t going to choke me anymore, I doubt I could take any more pain.

I felt his hand spank my ass, not as hard as the previous, as if he were telling me to get moving. I looked up, my eyes finally adjusting, and saw a dog cage. I should’ve seen this coming, why would he let a dog sleep in bed after all. I crawled toward the open cage with my remaining strength, the little there was, it looked like it was made for a medium sized dog or a small me. He gripped my sides, causing me to prepare for more pain, but simply spun me so my red ass was facing the door. I backed into and awaited further instruction from my master.

“That’s where you’ll be sleeping for the night. Now get some rest, you need it. I’ll let you out tomorrow, maybe.” He turned off the light and retreated to his own actually bed, as I tried to get comfortable in my semi cramped cage, I didn’t have the energy to put thought into hoping it wouldn’t seriously make me stay in here for longer than the night. He was right I needed it I don’t think I could keep my eyes open another moment. I curled up and passed out.
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last chapter
Tags:Gentle sex, same stuff as before

I woke up before master, I had to pee again, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to wake him or not. After waiting for what seemed like forever I had an idea, I began crying and scratching at my cage hoping to wake him like a good puppy.

“What do want bitch?” He stirred in his bed, I responded only with cries. “Do you have to pee?” he spoke as he stood revealing his morning wood, it was even more intimidating in the light. He opened the cage and clicked back on the leash, and I was hoping with my good behavior would earn me a trip to the people bathroom. But I was his dog after all and I went to the doggie bathroom, he led me back to the balcony door.

I crawled out on the balcony, certain that the brightness would reveal my shame to anyone looking up in our direction. “Stand up.”

“What?’’


“I have to unlock you, this model doesn’t have the piss slit.’’ He motioned for me to stand up quickly. I slowly rose to my feet, a position I hadn’t been in since our fun started. He gripped my cage and unlocked me releasing my cock for the first time since he pounded my ass and denied me my orgasm.
I got back down in my normal position, and walked over to the pad and relieved myself, enjoying my cock’s freedom. After I finished my business he walked me back into the living and sat on the all too familiar couch. “Get up here and help me take care of this.” he grip his shaft and stroked himself.

"What about my cock cage?”

“I think you’ve earned your turn to cum.” I practically leaped on his lap. He squirted more lube on to his and rubbed it into his cock, I positioned myself over his cock. He squeezed my cheeks and tugged on my tail pulling it out, I slowly began to lower my ass onto his cock, luckily it was still lubed up from his explosion of cum in my ass.

He was being surprisingly gentle with me, letting me go at my own pace, taking it in my ass slowly rather than ramming it. My ass had started to give way to him, taking its shape easier than last night. I slid down so about half way, before pulling up and going back down, building up a steady pace. I felt him grip my hips allowing me to jerk my cock, as his pole rubbed against my prostate. I could feel his cock began to throb inside me, he must’ve been extremely horny. I slid back up until his cock was out of me, then I dropped down taking his throbbing cock to its base. I must have caught him off guard, he exploded filling me up again. Every time he came was like the first time in months. The familiar pressure on my organs caused my cock to shoot harder than I ever have before. I let his deflating meat flop out of my ass as I stood up and tried to regain my balance after another leg numbing fuck. I leaned to his crotch and licked up my scattershot of cum from his body. He seemed to be quite satisfied with the way I fuck when I’m in control.

-Transitions what are those?-

“So I’ll being seeing you again right?” I tried my hardest to be cutesy, but that’s kinda hard to deal with a battered butt.

“You are my dog now after all.” He was right, I doubt any other fuck will be nearly as satisfying, I was happy to be called his dog. “Plus I’ve got the key to your cage.’’ I almost forgot he had put a different cage on me again, luckily this one had a piss slit.

Before I could ask for the key he shut the door in my face, forcing me to come back the next time he wanted his doggie slut.
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I'm willing to take requests if you guys got em, there's only a small number of shit i won't write. scat, gore, diaper stuff, I'll say if i feel I can write your request or not. I'll try and get it out within a reasonable time frame and shit like that, but I'll keep thinking of my own stories so ask away. i'm almost out of my tranny folder
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>>543
what am I the only one here?
>> No. 545
>>544
No, but 99chan has a very poor response rate.

It was a lot of fun, right up the "transitions" line, then it ended too quickly for me. I know it was intentional, but it kind of killed the mood.
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>>545
Sorry about the boner killer, like I said i have been having some issues in my daily life so the writing has not been as much of a focus, plus I have this weird inability to write something if i can't plot it out quickly in my head all the way to the end, so when the story started to run a little long to me, i panicked and stalled. When I realized this I forced myself to write out the rest over a shorter period of time than i normally would have chosen. It fucks my ability to write other things besides porn and super short stories. Oh and word to the wise, never ever fucking get t mobile internet
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I might not be able to respond to requests or post for a little while I'm dropping t mobile shitty internet and waiting for my neighbor to get Xfinity so i can go in on it with him
>> No. 552
>>548
Interestingly, I'm trying to move to T-Mobile. :)

I know the problem about not being able to move fast enough. With PM, I've had the ending planned for an entire year (along with all the major events) and I find that by the time I get to them, I've gone over them so often in my head, I can't write it out.


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