Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2019 04:06:58 +0100 From: cdme@workmail.com Subject: Grooming a Sissy to service dogs Part 2 (bestiality) This is a story - it is fiction, a work of fantasy. It is not meant to encourage or condone illegal activity. Learn how a young CD is groomed by a dominant woman to become the bitch for a pack of dogs ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ After I left the park that day I had to stop and collect my thoughts. I pulled into the parking lot of a library and just turned off the car and closed my eyes. I was overwhelmed...I was sooo happy with the way Tina responded, perfectly submissive, perfectly obedient. And my god, she looked so sexy - thin and frail and ripe. I felt a yearning and at the same time I was disappointed in myself. I was luring this poor, frustrated male cross dresser into my plot to have her service my dogs as their bitch. My dogs. I should be on my hands and knees servicing them, like I had for years. It pleased me and it pleased my husband Al. But Al is gone now and I'm too old to absorb the rough fucking from several healthy, intact male dogs. I knew I was manipulating Tina, but I also knew in my heart how good it could be for her. The poor thing needed to be fucked like a woman by a disease free, discrete male that had no interest in playing with her little dick. My dogs would fit that bill perfectly for her. In the privacy of my home I could encourage and help with her feminine look and presentation, and she could learn to service my boys. I was jealous of the little bitch, but also sad that I needed to manipulate her into it. I would have to tread carefully. Sitting there in my car, I came to notice a slippery, damp feeling between my legs. When I got home I'd invite one of the Pitts to come into the house and give me a good licking. I'd have to jerk him off after, and then bathe him so he didn't return to the pack smelling of sex. If the other dogs smelled my sex they would be in a frenzy of lust for hours, their red tips raging as they snapped and growled at each other. My boys needed a bitch and until I found one for them, they'd have to settle for an occasional handjob from me in secret. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ I sat in my car and was on the verge of ... tears maybe? I was confused and flooded with emotions. I was happy, I was excited, and I was feeling a new type of arousal, something different, a feeling deep within me. A yearning that was pulling me toward Diane. I started that day so nervous about going out in public dressed as a woman. Diane soothed that all away, the years of shame and denial and worry - her smile, her hugs, the way she reacted to me was so welcome and accepting. I was confused too of course, kissing her hand, being refereed to as her 'pet' was all unusual and unexpected, but I couldn't help myself, I wanted to please her. It was all very arousing to me in a new way. And when she snapped her finger and pointed at the mat by her feet!! It was if I felt an electric shock! I belonged at her feet and she knew it. I felt happy there. I was happy that she wanted me there - it was all wonderful and confusing and I just closed my eyes and remembered it. I had some experience with BDSM role play, I had read a little about domination and submission. But this was on a completely different plane. The feelings I had, the smoldering ache inside of me wasn't sexual, it was primal. Deep in my core - what felt like my womb? I wanted to be on knees before her, to see her smiling face, to feel her simply pat my head - it all filled me with joy. I was aware that I didn't have an erection at all, even now, which just assured me that this was something entirely new. Whatever was happening between us I felt was right, Diane was guiding me toward some new destiny. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ I worried and calculated about how to proceed with Tina. There was no doubt in my mind that I had chosen well, she was submissive and sensual and sexual - I could mold her into a perfect bitch for my boys and give her pleasure and the reward of acceptance that she needed. I could let her express her inner female in a safe way that didn't interfere with her marriage and straight life. I could give her a steady supply of cocks to serve and service. But I couldn't just spring bestiality on her, I didn't want to scare her aware. I'd need to find the right approach. Certainly she'd have concerns - the usual moral, legal, ethical things which could be overcome. But she'd also be worried about being hurt, about the possibility of being scratched or bitten, having disease or infections. I could deal with each of these - I had plenty of experience and I learned so much from Al. But first I needed to let Tina feel something positive and good about it. I thought about how she kneeled before me, looking up with this big beautiful eyes. I knew she was happy as I pet her hair - I could sense that she practically wanted to wag her tail with joy. She is such a good pet. I'd need to work that angle. We had the usual post-first-date texts and emails. We complimented each other and I told her how happy she made ME feel. How MY heart leapt when I saw her respond to me, how much it meant TO ME when she kissed my hand and knelt before me. She gushed and told me how great it was, and how natural it felt for her to have her head in my lap, or to be kissing the palm of my hand. I told her how happy that made me feel, that I needed a pet like her in my life. She asked more about that - about what being a 'pet' meant to me, asked about my other pets. I wondered if she was worried that I might have several human pets as some fetish harem so I carefully explained to her that to me, being her pet meant different things...but I wanted her to know that I never had any human pets before, just my dogs...but I was at the point in my life that having an obedient female pet that I liked and could trust was something I wanted to explore. But it was something we'd discuss later, perhaps in person. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ I felt flattered that Mistress considered me to be a 'female pet'...that felt good to me. I was anxious to know more, I wanted to kneel and hear more, hear everything. But she was clear that she didn't want to have the discussion now, and not by text, so I knew I had to follow her lead. She gave me an assignment to got to an adult gift store and purchase the largest butt plug I thought I could handle, and then to also purchase the next size up. I was also instructed to purchase a large bottle of silicone lube. She said that she wanted me to stretch and get ready for real cock. I asked her if it was OK for me to purchase everything by Amazon - it'd be faster, cheaper and frankly less embarrassing. Her reply scared me: "BAD GIRL!!" I quickly replied "I'm sorry Mistress, I didn't mean to be difficult" "STOP TYPING! I don't want to hear any more from you today - goodbye and leave me alone" I felt like a bucket of ice water was dumped over me, she never yelled at me or used all caps before - was this it, was this the end? I was out of my mind...I couldn't bear for this to be the end...I didn't even know why, I was worried to say anything more, I was worried to not say anything more. The blinking cursor laughed at me. I typed in "Please Mistress, Please..." She didn't reply and I didn't dare saying anything more. After a long while she replied: "I don't think you have been taking me seriously, I've given you nothing but love and support and friendship and you have the gall to question me as if I don't understand you. Please leave me alone for a few days while I sort this out. I'll text you Wednesday. Text me one word 'Yes' if you agree and will wait patiently until Wednesday" "YES" I texted...desperately want to add more, wanting to at least add "Mistress" to remind her that I respected her, hoping that would give her joy. Her reply had me on the edge of my seat. "Good. But you have been a bad girl and bad girls get, what? Answer me now, one word, what do bad girls get?" "Punished?" was my reply. "Yes", she texted "At least you know that much. If you were here with me I would take a crop your bare ass, but since you aren't I will need to think of something else". "Please Mistress, I'm sorry, believe me please" "Stop! Just stop dammit", she texted "I will text you tomorrow with instructions about your punishment, now say goodbye and go away to think about this, think about what you've done" "Goodbye Mistress, thank you for punishing me and teaching me when I've done wrong, I will learn" ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ Now I had her off kilter - I didn't exactly set a trap for her but she gave me an opportunity by trying to work around my very clear instructions. I wanted her to go to an Adult Gift store and buy butt plugs and lube in person, and to deal with the embarrassment of it, to follow my instructions even though it would be difficult. A small sacrifice to pave the path to obedience. She thought that she'd avoid all that and order from the convenience of her home. As if she knew better than me. No, allowing her to order everything thru Amazon would not be acceptable. And she had to learn that the friendship and care and even love that I'm offering comes with a price, and that price is obedience to me. I didn't like hurting her emotionally like this, but I wanted her to know that when all was revealed and she knew that I wanted her to service my male dogs like their bitch, that she wouldn't be able to negotiate or talk her way around it. My love and support comes with a price, and that price is her obediently getting on her hands and knees and having her anus stretched and pounded by the cocks of my dogs. She would accept her role or say goodbye. I had a strong feeling that she'd be getting down on her hands and knees like a good little doggie for me. I smiled wickedly...if she only knew the pleasures I had in store for her. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ I was worried that our friendship was teetering on the edge, about to be lost. These online things were so flaky - people came and went, hot and heavy emails ended abruptly. But it was different with Diane - she was truly warm and special - and we had actually met in real life! Breaking that barrier was a major thing, and it seemed like we both were happy with each other! I hadn't even been looking for or expecting to find a female Dominatrix - most women aren't interested in crossdressers, or even see us as unworthy competition. But Diane was different, she seemed to understand me, she accepted that I'm dealing with different needs and desires. She took me under her wing, she was advising me on my quest for femininity and cock - and she encouraged me to the point of meeting her in public while I was dressed as a woman. My first and only outing dressed as a woman! I felt so comfortable with her, I remembered that frenzy of emotions as she commanded me and controlled me. I didn't want to throw that all away! I wanted to be with her, in any way, I had to apologize and make things right with her. And what was I thinking? She had given me very clear instructions to follow, just like she had for all of her assignments. She wanted me to buy butt plugs and lube in a store and give her the receipt. Big damn deal. Why did I have to counter with buying them online? She knew I used Amazon for all my cross dressing paraphernalia, if she wanted me to go thru the trouble and embarrassment of actually going to a real store and looking at and selecting anal sex toys, why should I complain or question her? She wasn't dictating when or where - I could have gone into the next state for all that mattered. Oh damn me, I was such a fool. I need to remember that she was very experienced and clearly her enjoyment came from being in control, I shouldn't second-guess her. I didn't know how having her in my life would solve my ultimate quest for cock and my desire to be seen and sexually used like a woman, and somehow I felt that she had a plan for me. I needed to please her. And it seemed like I really hurt her, like she saw my questioning her as some sort of betrayal. She yelled and cursed me and even threatened to crop me! I had to lighten up and trust her more. She deserved that much, at least, by now. After all, she wasn't asking me to put on a blindfold and step into a busy stree, she wasn't doing anything that would "out" me, she had already shown over and over that she cared for me. I had trusted her with all of my secrets and she gave me love and acceptance and discretion. My heart began to glow, remembering her attention, the way she patted my head in her lap, the way I felt when I kissed her hand and suckled the honey from her fingers. The joy I felt being with her. I was calming down now, becoming peaceful...my path forward was becoming clear. I need to open myself to her, to submit and trust and allow her to lead me where she wanted me to go. She was special and I needed her. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ I worried over how to proceed next with Tina. It was clear that I had her feeling vulnerable, but I wasn't sure how to proceed. Up to this point I had never been a sexually dominant person - I was a pure full time submissive to my husband. I serviced him and his friends on command, in any manner and without any hesitation. He took me to sex parties and submitted me to everything by total strangers. Many a time I was naked and bound, while men and women caned me, cropped me, inserted anything and everything in my ass, cunt and mouth. I was spit on, pissed on and accepted all the crude remarks and abuse. I knew it pleased my Master and that was my role. The first time he told me to suck the cock of King, our German Shepherd, I knew not to hesitate. I was on my knees holding his sheath and exposing the red tip as I cooed "good boy" to him...my mouth watering. I noticed how happy it made my Master, and I was pleased to do it. Naturally it eventually evolved into getting fucked by King, which I found quite erotic. We had 6 dogs at the time, all males. Al always purchased male dogs with their sex intact, explaining to me that breeding dogs was a potential source of income since we had a small farm, a barn, and plenty of space. Seeing how well I took to serving King, Al expanded my role as bitch for the pack. Serving six healthy male dogs meant that I spent a lot of time on my hands and knees, and sometimes on my back in an overstuffed Queen Anne chair that we have in out living room. My love for the dogs grew in a new dimension, I was no longer their owner, I was part of the pack. It was always odd to me how on one day they could be playing fetch and happily nuzzling with me, how good and obedient they would be on-leash when I would take one of them into town, or to see the vet - and how all of that would fade away when I was naked and they wanted sex. As if a switch was flipped, the playfullness went away, they would nip and push at me until my rear was exposed to them. They would stab their cocks into me and pound and pound wildly. They took my ass as often as they took my pussy, which was quite painful at first. My pussy was quiet comfortably sized and I could accomodate the largest of their cocks, and the knotting after. However the first time they took my ass I thought I would die right there! I had been fucked in the ass by men before, of course, and some of them were quite aggressive about it. But being pounded by a large dog was a whole new experience. It was so animalistic too, unlike sex at a BDSM club with a man - there was no 'safe word' there was no time out, there was no ability to say "hey, could you just adjust..". None of that. When a dog had his cock in a bitch they pumped and thrusted like mad. The first time one of my boys got into my ass, I cried out to Al that he was pushing at the wrong hole, hoping that Al would help guide the dog into my pussy. Al had me positioned on my hands and knees, a spreader bar attached to my thighs, my hands cuffed to an eye-bolt secured in the floor of our family room. Al was stern and said "Let it happen bitch, you have a pack of dogs to serve and some are going to want your asspussy. Know your place bitch!". As Al said these things he was standing over me, holding my head locked between his knees. Jasper, our big black and tan Rott was on my back, his front elbows deep into my lower ribs, his body like a spring pushing and pushing as his cockhead found my asshole. As I squirmed his jaws came down on my neck, pinching me to be still. I stopped moving as he continued his assault. With a strong continuous thrust his cock was deep inside my ass. The pounding from Jasper was merciless and I remember tears streaming down my face. I thought his knot would split me in two and I cried out in paid and shock. I was certain that I'd need to go to the emergency room after. When we were knotted properly and Jasper swung his leg over me and he stood still as his cum pumped into my guts. Al soothed me with his voice, stroking my hair and back letting me know that I did a good job. I knew Jasper was a good dog and that he loved me, but the scratches I felt on my torso, thighs, neck and back would take over a week to heal. I knew that my asshole would be sore for days and possibly bleeding. As Al patted us both down he secured Jasper's hind legs to my thighs with leather straps. The straps held Jasper in place and wouldn't let him rip the knot out of my ass. We rested there for well over half and hour until Jasper's knot had shrunken and started to slip from my asshole. Al unhooked us and Jasper walked off, his cock sliding out with a gush of his semen. Al took Jasper out to the barn where the dogs lived and left me secured in the family room to recover. When he returned Al released me an gave me a tampon and some panties which I put on. He wiped down the scratches with alcohol wipes and a thin smear of antibiotic ointment. He was obviously anticipating this event, my first ass fucking. He produced an oversized T-shirt to wear as a dress. The T-shirt had a tongue in cheek graphic of a woman winking her eye with the words "The Title 'Bitch' is never given, only earned". Al kissed me and rubbed my back as we laughed at the inside joke, but then he added with all seriousness "the other dogs smell your scent on Jasper and they are all riled up. You need to at least give them each a handjob today before dinner." "Yes Master" was the obvious reply. After a few hours of rest, I put on jeans and went out to the barn. The dogs had learned that when the saw me naked, or with bare legs in a dress or skirt, that they would be having sex. I wore jeans when I was feeding them, or bringing them into town, or exercising them. Today, I wore jeans would make sure that I didn't get mounted, my ass could not endure another fucking right now and I was sore from the scratches too. I took turns with each dog, walking them one by one from the large fenced-in space we had in the barn into a smaller stall. There I sat on a hay bale and stroked and rubbed and patted their strong bodies against me, as I cooed loving words to them, gently teasing their bellies and balls. I used veterinarian lube and made a tight fist which I allowed them to poke open and thrust into. I always loved the power of their sex, their relentless pounding, the way their semen and fluids sprayed and pumped out of them. I nuzzled and kissed them, holding their bodies at they sprayed and pumped. Most of their semen landed on the floor or the hay bale, but a good amount sprayed on my jeans. When the dog was satiated, I'd pat it and kiss it and look into it's eyes. They lick my hands and face and hoped they'd remember me being nice to them, hoping that they would go easy on my ass when the time came for it. That was wishful thinking of course, buy I loved them no matter what. The dogs keen sense of smell informed them that sex was happening and they started to bark and howl. By the time I brought the last of them into the stall, the room was thoroughly doused with semen and the smell was overpowering: the last two dogs were fully erect, just by walking into the stall. When all the dogs had been serviced Jasper started to get quite pushy with me and I saw his red tip showing...he wanted another turn. I roughly rubbed his ears and neck, admiring his lean body and thick cock which was now fully aroused. The greedy little fucker wanted another go. I remembered how wildly he plowed me, I was hurting inside and out at that moment from his assault. But I saw the need in his eyes too. He licked my face, he whined. My poor baby needed momma. I also knew that he needed to assert himself in front of the others - it was clear each of them had sexual relief in the pen, he would look weak if he also didn't get a trip to the pen. I relented, I couldn't deny the fact that Jasper needed relief again, so I walked him over to the stall and acknowledged that I was the bitch. I was sore, but when I felt that he was ready I got down on my hands and knees and took his spray into my mouth and face. Jasper licked my face clean and I was happy to end the day laughing with him. That was 10 years ago and I had learned a lot about sex with dogs by then. Al and I rarely went into the city for group sex or the BDSM clubs - it seemed he preferred having me home servicing the dogs. I seemed to like it too. At first its was new and exciting, and then it become something enjoyable that I looked forward to. Each dog was different, they had a different way of having sex, they each responded to me differently. I enjoyed pleasing them, I knew it made Al happy, and I enjoyed their fucking - even when they took my ass. This was all happening at a time when HIV/AIDS and other STDs was getting a lot of attention in the news. Staying out of the sex clubs and servicing Al and the pack at home seemed like the safest solution. I was thankful to Al for taking care of me like that, he knew that I wouldn't, literally couldn't refuse unsafe sex with a stranger in a sex club. The safest place for me was with the pack. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ I was in the right headspace. I wanted to submit fully to Diane, I wanted to serve her and let her know I appreciated her support and friendship. I knew that she had my best interests at heart and that she was training me to submit not only to her, but to men. She understood how I needed to be used and feel a cock in me and I had faith that she was preparing me in some way. I was ready to follow her, no matter where the road lead us. I knew there was a punishment coming, I had no idea what it would be, but I knew that I had to take whatever she dealt out. I kept myself busy at work, and was extra attentive to my wife at home, knowing that I just had to wait patiently until Mistress Diane contacted me. And from that moment forward my mantra would be "Yes Mistress". ~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ Whistfully I remembered how I loved serving Al, what a loving Master he was. I surprised myself with how expertly it seemed that I was able to reverse direction and dominate Tina into serving me. I realize of course that from years of being a sub and my exposure to other masters I learned the good the bad and the ugly of BDSM. I laughed, remembering how some thoughtless Dom-wannabe would be commanding me in a BDSM club, and how I would respectfully play along, even though I knew the guy was a weak fool. My submission in those cases was out of respect to MY Master - that I wouldn't make him look bad by acting up. Some of those times, Al would step forward and instruct the budding Dom on how things should be done, other times he would end the session and lead me away on a leash until a better suited Dom came along. But now, in my 60's I knew more about being a Dom than all of the 30 year olds who's first BDSM experience was in watching or reading "50 Shades". I knew what Tina wanted and needed and I was developing a plan to teach her. I thought that after a few days of silence that she was probably ready to submit blindly. I decided that rather than play email/Kik chat games that I'd speak with her on the phone, let her hear the directness in my voice, and not giver her time to type out a scripted response. Of course I had the advantage, I would be directing the conversation, I would follow a carefully planned script. The poor thing was about to be trapped in my web... ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ On Thursday my Kik app flashed a red number one - a message was waiting for me. My heart leaped as I tore at the icon to display it. "I needed a few days to clear my head, hopefully you've given some thought as to whether you wish to proceed with me, or if this is where we part company. Regardless, I would like our next conversation to be by phone rather than text or email, I want to have your full attention and I think you own me that much at least. I know that you have to juggle your responsibilities at work and time at home with your wife, but be a good girl and call me any time that you have time for a good open discussion. I'll await your call tomorrow." There is was, it finally came...it sounded cold, direct. The hint at it possibly being our last call was like a skewer in my stomach. I started, stopped and rewrote my reply several times and ended up sending: "Yes Mistress, I've been thinking about you a lot and desperately hope we can proceed together. I will call you tomorrow during my lunch break, around 12, if that's ok Mistress?" Her reply was a simple 'Yes, talk with you then" I agonized over the call, what would I say, what would she say? I could hardly concentrate at work. I told my district manager that I needed a longer lunch break to deal with some personal stuff. That got an amused look, a raised eyebrow and a wave of the hand. No problem it said, we're salary not hourly and my productivity has been outstanding. I left early so I could be positioned in my car in a shady part of the local park, ready for an uninterruptible call. At 11:58 I called her and waited breathlessly through the 4th ring when she picked up. "Hello Tina", she said flatly I gushed my greeting and slipped into a well rehearsed apology until she cut me off, saying "Please Tina, let's not make this messy, I love you and am happy that you shared your feminine self with me over the last few weeks, and that day in the park, I really think that you are awesome...but, there's a but dear" Numbly I asked her to continue. "But...I don't think you re ready for a person like me in your life. Now that you've stepped out of your shell and have gone out dressed as a woman, I think you need to explore a little more of yourself, by yourself. Learn and experience things, find out what you like and dont like." A wailing scream echoed in my mind - NOOOO! I didn't want to explore 'by myself', I didn't want to fumble and bumble along as a cross dresser, I needed HER I wanted her to guide me, to tell me what to do, to make me do whatever I needed to do. I thought of the hundred of hours I had wasted with people on the kink website and on Kik, I thought of wobbling on high heels into a gay bar and trying to navigate the pickup scene, I thought about being outed, about my privacy concerns, and gross guys, I thought about my walk and my voice and all the things about me the screamed out "NOT A WOMAN, NOT SEXY!". I needed her and I had to let her know that. "Please Mistress, please, you have been so nice to me, so good to me, please guide me and help me - I will follow your instruction, I know you know what is best for me" I gushed. "Perhaps" was her reply "But I would take you into something you've never experienced, and I would require, I won't insist.." she trailed off. "Yes Mistress, please tell me" "Well" she said, I could tell that she was weighing her words "You and I never had a proper discussion about 'limits' as it relates to sex and BDSM - because frankly I had no idea that we'd ever go there. But if I'm going to help you become the cock slut that you want to be, we should have that discussion to see if you're suitable." "Yes Mistress, ask me, tell me anything" I was desperate to keep her talking, i felt that she wanted to test me, give me an assignment. "Tina, let me ask you then: Imagine that you were dressed up like a woman, waiting to meet me for lunch downtown. Imagine that I texted you telling you to walk down a certain alley and kneel before a certain man and let him urinate in your mouth and on your face...would you?" I knew the answer before she even finished speaking - "Yes Mistress" "Would you swallow it?" she prodded "Yes Mistress, if you wanted me to" "Naughty girl, that's good" she laughed. My heart lept at her laugh. As disgusting as the act seemed, if being in an alley being pissed on made her happy then that was exactly what I would do. "Of course, we'll need to discuss things further to see if we could proceed, and there is still the matter of your punishment", she told me. "Yes Mistress, I'm sorry that I upset you and didn't follow your instructions" I was on the verge of crying now... "Yes, I'm willing to get past that dear, I think you're young and still learning your place - but we should continue this discussion over lunch some time, don't you agree?" "Yes Mistress, thank you" "And Tina, before when you were being disrespectful I was giving you an instruction to purchase some certain butt plugs - did you ever complete that task?" "No Mistress, I'm sorry, I..." She whispered into the phone in a teasing manner "Well don't you think you should finish that assignment dear?" "Yes Mistress, today after work" "Good then, and be a good little pet and send me a picture of them and your receipt tonight before bed so I know how much money I owe you". The thought of being her pet made me happy and I agreed. "And...don't be coy about this, I want you to start using them immediately - every day for one hour or more. I will explain more over lunch but you need to train your hole to be like a pussy and accept cocks easily. That is very important if you want to succeed" I agreed, remembering that her instructions were still in the text messages about buying two different sizes and how I would work them into me. "Now, about lunch" she continued "I'd like us to meet like two grown women and have a very naughty discussion about your training. Pick a day in the next two weeks - whatever is good for you and work and all, however...you will be wearing heels so make sure you have time to practice in them". "Yyyyes, of course Mistress" I stammered. She left it to me to choose the restaurant, understanding that I choose a place pretty far away. She ended the call with a friendliness in her voice. I sat in the car, letting out a sigh of relief. It wasn't the ending I had dreaded, I had a few assignments and we had plans to meet. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ I smiled to myself, that call went very well. I could hear the poor thing was on the verge of tears the whole time, she needed me in her life and I wanted to hug her and console her. But not yet, that was a reward she hadn't earned yet. I knew that when she disrespected me about the Amazon order, there was a slight trace of her maleness, slipping through; her masculinity creeping out and thinking it would tell ME the best way to proceed with things. I had to stamp that out completely, I needed to mentally neuter her, to make sure her masculinity was completely eradicated when she was with me. Perhaps I'd feminize her completely, forever. Her wife might like that. Anyway, my dogs needed a bitch to fuck and Tina needed to please cock. I was going to draw the two together. But now I heard my boys whining and howling. I knew their cocks would poking out of their sheaths and they needed relief. With a weariness in my bones I got up from my easy chair and walked out to the barn. I was 62 now, still mentally agile and able to get around, and catch the occasional gaze of a man when I was dressed up. But I was old enough to know that my best years were behind me, in a few years I'd need a cane or a walker just to get around. I was doing the right thing to get a bitch for the pack, I just hoped that I wasn't wasting my time on the wrong one. Ah, but I was just being crabby - Tina was going to love being mounted. I just needed to help prepare her for the mental challenge, and then help make sure her first few experiences were good ones. I made my way out to the barn so I could whisper sweet things to my boys as they pummelled my hand-pussy with their cocks. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ Mistress and I agreed on a restaurant and I selected two Fridays forward to give myself plenty of time to practice walking in the heels. I wasted no time in purchasing heels to wear for the day. I selected a sexy open toe slingback design in beige, with a low 1.75" heel. I would have liked a taller heel but I need to start small, and the shoe certainly looked sexy. I ordered several different sizes and dealt with the return quickly. The shoe fit, but didn't feel comfortable but I practiced every moment I could. I even took a few days to 'work at home' while a walked and kept them on full time, learning to swing my hips and land heel first. I practiced walking up and down the stairs and ultimately felt I could walk a few hundred feet without looking like a fool. My anal stretching was proceeding with even better results. I did a lot of online research to anal sex and fully embraced enemas, stretching and dildo play. I have to admit that my pussy now easily accepted the large plug and with some warm up also sucked in the largest one - Mistress was right to have me purchase one larger than I thought I could handle. I was also glad to read and then experience that anal play did not ruin the sphincter muscle. Gratefully I had no incontinence issues, my bottom remained a tight little pucker. However I was now comfortable with the whole process that I could lube my fingers, squat, work them into and out of my bottom and literally be ready to take the plugs in just about a minute, maybe two for the largest. I also suction cupped the base of the dildo to the toilet seat lid, and to dressing mirror - and was able to ride it quite easily. It was only a 6" dildo, and I knew that many real cocks were bigger, but I was pleased with my ability to make it and the plugs disappear inside me. On the Saturday prior to our lunch date Mistress emailed me with a new assignment. She wanted to me think about what being a CD and having sex with men meant to me. She wanted it reduced to one or two word phrases which I was to display graphically, as an art piece and email it to her. I was excited with the assignment, I've responded well to her assignments and I always had an artistic flair. The artwork wouldn't be a problem, so I concentrated on the words. It was quite introspective and I was glad that we might be able to discuss it. I knew that, in some twisted, irrational way, that I didn't 'like' men, i just wanted cock. I didn't lust after teen idols or movie stars or athletes. Of all the online things I've seen and done, I never saw a man or a naked male body that I wanted to hold and to kiss. Yes yes yes to cocks, but never to men. I remembered many a time being in a rest stop and climbing into the front seat of a car next to a stranger. An ugly, middle aged man with a pot belly. Or, a filthy blue collar worker on his way home from work, or even a mildly attractive business man in a suit and tie. Our small talk only making me aware of the weirdness of it, and of the fact that he had stale coffee breath, or a beard, or five o'clock shadow, or bad teeth and me always hoping to God that he wouldn't try to kiss me. Awkward. Wrong, Filthy even. I knew I should leave. Until that moment when they unzipped their pants. Some would simply display their manhood with a knowing look, or a grin. Others would ask for a 'little help'. Others would put a paw on my shoulder or behind my head and nudgde, or even force my face down to their crotch. They didn't need to apply much pressure, I wilted. My hands found their shafts and guided the cock right into my open mouth. My fingers gently rubbed their balls as shafts as I kissed and slurped and bobbed up and down. Some of them were freshly showered, most weren't and had various levels of rankness which gagged me. I sucked. I knew my place. They came, often without warning. I swallowed, I gasped, I gagged. I swallowed. I knew my place. I looked at the lists i had made. Having sex with men meant: Pleasing men Giving relief Being used Discreet/Anonymous Cum swallowed Laying down Penetrated Being a CD meant to me: Being female Submissive Used Pretty clothes Arousing men Secret desires My pussy I was happy with the lists. I thought about how to present the words and decided upon an oil pastel drawing. I found my easel and art supplies and started work. My "work at home days" mostly were filled with me walking around in blouse, skirt, pantyhose and heels as I worked on my drawing. Then I'd walk down the hallway, swaying my hips, back to my office to apply a few touches to the drawing, then up the stairs to the bedroom, then down the stairs to the kitchen - my steps adjusting between the deep carpet to the tile of the kitchen. The clack clack clack of my heels on the floor made me shiver. I opened a bottle of white wine - I never drank white, and never drank during the day - but it seemed right. I got tipsy as I worked on my masterpiece, while stealing time to work the toys into my pussy. By Thursday I had the finishing touches on my assignment, I knew that it was done and to do any more would take away from it. I looked at it and was happy. A still life drawing: a water pitcher on a cloth draped table, overflowing with long stemmed flowers. A colorful assortment of tulips and roses and daisys and greens. With a black ink pen I wrote in my most practiced, feminine handwriting, my word phrases. I wrote them curved, following the outline of a flower, sometimes above the flower, sometimes below. Some words ran along or over the stems of the flowers. The bold colors of the flowers exploded like fireworks from the umber and ochre tones of the table, cloth and pitcher. It was eye catching and I hoped that Mistress would be pleased. In the lower right corner I proudly signed it "Tina" with a flourish. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ When Tina emailed me a picture of her artwork I was astounded. It truly was a work of art, the girl clearly had talent. But the way she chose to express herself was itself so feminine, I was impressed. And the words she chose - as I anticipated - we're going to work beautifully with my plan. She clearly spent a lot of time on this assigmentand I was very pleased. I smiled thinking that this poor creature was going to be stuffed with dog cock and loving every minute of it. "Good girl" I typed "That makes mommy very happy with her pet" I knew she would be blushing when she read that. If you enjoyed reading this story please support Nifty by making a donation which helps all of us learn about these experiences - visit http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html