Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2020 19:13:00 +0100
From: cdme@workmail.com
Subject: Grooming a Sissy to service dogs Part 3 (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 ~~

Tina had done a wonderful job with her art assignment.  She revealed her
slutty feminine self to me and gave me ideas for helping her become the
bitch for my pack.  I told her that I was pleased and that she was a "good
girl".  I smiled again - I hadn't forgotten her punishment.

~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~

I blushed as I read her reaction.  The words "Good Girl" gave me such hope,
hope that I would be by her side once more, learning, as her pet.

I thought about her pack of dogs, how many did she have?  I somehow felt
jealous of them, as if we'd be competing for her affection, but I also
sensed that she wanted me to be part of her family, that she was inviting
me in.  I didn't know anything really about dogs, i never grew up with
them.  I understood from her that they lived in a barn on her property -
and from that I inferred that they weren't typical "house dogs".  I
wondered if that meant they were wild, mean or untame.  I honestly was
afraid of dogs, as the thought of being around a pack of mean dogs was
quite scary.  But I wasn't nervous because we didn't have plans to meet at
her place, and even if we did I was sure that she would protect me.

~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~

On the Friday of our lunch date I got to the restaurant very early - I
wanted to see her walking in high heels.  I was wearing a floral dress with
a deep neckline, and a wide belt to highlight my hourglass figure.  My red
pumps and bare legs would show Tina (and any men in the restuarant) that I
still had it and knew how to flaunt it!

I texted to let her know that I had finished my shopping early and was
already at the restaurant seated with a bottle of wine opened.  I smiled
when I saw her.  She was pretty, her makeup alluring, and she walked nicely
- in a self conscious way.  She had a calm, comfortable look, almost
confident.  Men were noticing her as she walked up to me, her short skirt
and long smooth legs getting the attention they deserved.

We held hands and touched cheeks, she was wearing perfume and it was
lovely.

"You look wonderful dear, have a seat before one of these men whisks you
away!" I teased.

We sat, and enjoyed the Chardonnay and each other.  I mused to myself that
her figure would improve greatly with some silcone breast inserts, that the
sock-stuffed bra seemed lifeless.  But if everything went well we wouldn't
need to waste money on accessories like that...

Halfway thru our first glass of wine I decided to address her punishment.

"Now, as delightful as this is right now we have to address how
disrespectful you were to me" I said with a straight face and stern
delivery.

"Yes Mistress" she started to shrink before me.

"I believe your attempt to manipulate ME by not following my instructions
is simply an artifact of the fact that you were born as a male, and
although yours are small and pathetic - the problem is that you still have
a little dick and balls.  In some part of your brain you think that you are
superior to ME"

Hey eyes were wide and she looked truly aghast "Oh no Mistress, please..."

And I crisply cut her off "AND, as if to prove my point you have the gall
to sit there and tell me No".

I had her, trapped.  She lowered her eyes, feeling the reprimand, unsure of
what to say.

"It's not your fault dear, I know that you're still learning.  Of course it
would be easier if you were taking female hormnones or if I had you
neutered" I mused as her eyes bulged with shock "...but I realize that you
may actually need those pathetic little bits if your wife wants to have
children with you.  But they are a problem that we will have to deal with,
we need to make sure that there is no male in you when you are with me".

"Yes Mistress, I understand" she whsipered.

"Your punishment...is to submit to me spanking your balls.  I want to spank
your balls hard to give you something to remember about all of this".  I
let the words hang in the air, her shock apparent.

"Yes Mistress...how, uhm, when..."

"Right now, this restaurant has a "Family" bathroom around the corner
behind me.  We will go in there like two ladies about to power their noses,
and lock the door.  Once inside you will follow my instructions, Yes?"

"Yes Mistress"

"You will not say a word the entire time we are in there.  I will smack you
pathetic little balls between my hands.  You will learn that although you
can dress like a nice pretty lady that to me you are a whore and as far as
I'm concerned you are not man.  And when I am done you will be allowed to
say 'Thank You' - and not another damn thing until we will return to our
seats.  Then all of that will all be behind us.  Do you understand?"

"Ye...yes Mistress" she stumbled

"Good.  Know this - I am skilled at this and know how to give a firm strike
which will not cause any permanent damage.  If the pain is however too much
for you to bear, you simply invoke the safe signal.  I will explain that
once we are in the bathroom.  There will be NO talking.  Shall we go now?"

"Yes Mistress"

"Don't look so sad dear, we need to get this out of the way to help you
understand your role - smile and walk with me" I said with a flirty laugh
as I got up from the table.  She didn't seem to notice that my pocketbook
was large and unweildy.

We stood and walked back to the bathroom smiling and making empty, fake
chat about the menu and the decor.  Once we entered the large family
bathroom I closed and locked the door and held my finger up and hissed
"Silence!".  I went to the sink and turned the taps on full force for some
background noise.  I looked at her, she was pale and timid.  The poor thing
had never been disciplined and had no idea what to expect, or how good it
would be for her.

I commanded "Panties off" which she did, awkwardly considering the heels
she was wearing.  The snap of my fingers was deafening in the small room as
I pointed to the sink.  "Face the sink, both hands hold the sink".  I
snapped again and hissed "MOVE!"  She moved quickly into position.  I
whispered over her shoulder "Your safe signal is to raise one hand straight
in the air, like a school girl that wants to answer a question for teacher.
Invoking the safe signal will end all action and we will leave this
restaurant immediately without another word.  Nod if you understand"

She looked into my eyes through the reflection in the mirror and nodded.

"And if you use the safe signal it will prove to me that we aren't
compatible - you'll never see me again."

I could see sadness in her eyes, wondering how all this happened.  She
nodded her understanding.

With detached precision I pulled white latex gloves from my purse and put
them on.  "Bend over" I commanded.

Feigning a medical detachment I lifted her skirt and tucked it under the
waistband to hold it out of the way.  I admired her bottom - pale and
smooth, soft.  My gloved hands parted her fleshy orbs and exposed her pussy
hole.  It was beautiful, pink and hairless.  With a gloved thumb on either
side of her hole I pried it open with little effort.  It was clean and
pretty, my boys would enjoy her - but that was for later.

I reached down and felt for her male parts.  Her dick was shriveled and
shrunken, no more than 2 inches in length and her small nutsack was about
the size of a pingpong ball.  She had her testicles tucked up inside of her
as crossdressers do, so I gave a few gently tugs to get them down and into
the scrotum.  Holding her scrotum and with my other hand in the small of
her back I ordered her to spread her legs and squat, lower, lower.  It was
an awkward position, especially with her being in heels.  I reached over
and pressed the button to start the electric hair dryer to make more noise.
This would all be over in a minute.

Her ass was wide open, he small nutsack hanging down, probably in the most
vulnerable position she had ever been in with anyone.  I savored her
compliance.  My hand was flat, her two little testicles resting on my
fingertips.

"I'm going to strike you now - four times - and teach you a lesson, nod if
you are ready".  She nodded apprehensively,

I flexed the tips of my fingers up ever so slightly to cup the testicles in
my outstretched hand.  My other hand I brought down and hovered with the
fingertips over my palm, the hand perpendicular.

My cupped fingers pulled the scrotum back.  With a swift SNAP I spanked my
fingertips over and across the testicles, the motion similar to how I might
knock dust off a gloved hand.

The pain was, obviously, intense.  I felt her body lurch, her legs and ass
tense and twitch.  I paused to wiggle the balls on my fingertips.  She
would remember this lesson.

Wordlessly I proceeded, each time with a small pause between.

SNAP! pause

SNAP! pause

SNAP!

She endured it well, her hands grabbing the sink with white knuckles.  I
stood behind her and looked into the mirror at her, her eyes red and
welling with tears.  I and smiled as I took of the gloves with a flair.  My
bare hand lovingly patted her bare ass cheek as I whispered "there, that's
all done now, you did great darling".  I turned my back to her and threw
the gloves away.

When I turned again she was on the verge of tears.  I'd seen that look
before, I knew the shock was grabbing her - the pain, the embarrassment,
the fear, mixed with the joy of it being over.  I pulled her to me and
hugged her, soothing her back and bottom with my hands.  "Shhhh, its over
now my pet, you were perfect for me and you made me very happy."  I felt
her arms holding me weakly, her sobbing.

Knowing the thoughts and emotions which were coursing through her mind I
added to it by wiggling a finger between her cheeks and started to rub her
sensitive rosebud with the pad of my middle finger.  "And I couldn't help
but notice what a pretty pussy you have...mmmm" I hummed as I rubbed and
stroked her ass.  I felt her body against mine, the sobbing had come and
gone, she was puckering her pussyhole, trying to tempt me in.  A very good
sign.  "Shhhh shhhh what a good girl you've been".

I pushed myself back so I could look into her red rimmed eyes.  I smiled a
motherly smile.  "All better now my pet?  Should we return to lunch?"

She nodded yes, and I was glad that she remembered the rule about silence.
Good girl, I thought.  "Get your panties on and get yourself together now,
OK?"

She nodded again and did as instructed.  I reached into my purse and
removed a small instant cold pack which I kneaded to activate.  I wrapped
it in a small handkerchief and looked into her eyes as I said "There, let
momma help you honey, spread your legs a little for e, good girl".  I
delicately inserted in into her panties under her tender and swollen
testicles, being careful, knowing that the cold numbing would help her,
knowing that this aftercare experience was more important to her mental
health than she realized.

Facing the mirror she smoothed her skirt, fixed her makeup, teased at her
wig.  Behind her I reached into my pocketbook and retrieved a plush hand
towel I had brought from home.  When she turned around, she looked at me
and at the towel which was laid out on the floor.  I snapped my fingers and
pointed down at it.  "Kneel"

She sprang into action and kneeled on it looking up at me with loving eyes.
I stared down, evaluating, happy.

I held my palm out.

"Kiss"

She held my hand with hers and kissed and kissed and pressed it to her
face.

"Lick" I commanded and she ran her full tongue across the palm of my hand,
licking and licking like a good dog.  I loved her more than ever in that
moment.  I cupped her pretty face between my two hands and smiled "You ARE
such a good pet, I want you to come home with me, would you like that, nod
yes or no dear"

She happily nodded yes.  I was happy too, the whole experience bringing a
familiar slickness between my legs, my arousal smoldering.  I wondered if
she could smell my musk from her position.  I hoped that she did.

~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~

I was overwhelmed.  I was glad for the no-talking rule, I couldn't have
made a coherent sentence if I tried.  I felt everything - pain, confusion,
embarrassment - and love, love, love.  The way Mistress looked at me, the
way she thought to bring an ice pack, even the towel she brought for me to
kneel on.  She cared for me, even when she was spanking me.  I never felt
such a connection with anyone before.  If I ever did something wrong, I
didn't want an argument, I wanted her to discipline me, to train me.  Her
pet.

Yes, it was a kinkiness I hadn't expected, but I had to agree that somehow
it felt right.  I wanted to be her pet, I wanted to make her happy.

It was painful walking back to the table and glad that she didn't want us
to sit down.  Instead she called the waiter over and apologized that we had
to leave and she simply dropped two crisp hundred dollar bills on the table
and said "thank you".

As we walked out to our cars, she slowed her pace to match mine, I was too
sore to move quickly.  She said that I could drive with her, that we'd come
back for my car later, so I could relax.  We got my gym bag from my car so
I could change back at her home before we left.

Her car was a new Jeep SUV .  The backseat was folded down and a dog grate
was behind the front seats.  The back was strewn with dog blankets and
bedding.  I gingerly climbed up in the car next to her and eased into the
seat.

"Before I forget" she said as she reached into her bag and handed me $200
"for the shoes and toys".  I didn't protest but I hesitated long enough
that she set it down on the seat and snapped a finger and held it up to me.
Not another word, it said.  I said 'thank you' and put the cash in my
purse.

As she drove I pulled my legs up and leaned over toward her, my little
balls aching terribly.  She reached over and brushed the hair at the back
of my kneck affectionately.  I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch.
"Would you rather lay down in the back my pet?"

Her pet.  I loved that.  I thought it would be good to lay down because
honestly I wanted to rub and cradle my balls but didn't want to do that in
front of her.  "Yes please Mistress".

"Yes, my pet, of course".  She pulled over and she opened the tailgate for
me to climb in.  I removed my heels and crawled into a comfortable position
as she closed the door.

~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~

"Close your eyes and rest baby, you've been through a lot today" I told
her.

I knew that her tender bits would need some time to heal and the 40 minute
drive, and the ice pack, would be perfect for that.  I talked and she
listened.  I told her about my late husband and our hobby farm.  I told her
about the dogs we had over the years, the breeding business idea that never
took off.  I told her about the present dogs in the pack.  She asked a few
questions, the type that told me she was afraid of being bitten.  I
explained that they weren't wild, they were well trained.  They were
certainly aggressive dogs - they might fight or nip if she tried to take
their food away or if she had direct eye contact with them.  I told her
that I would protect her, she just needed to learn her place - not to
challenge them.  They would learn they she was special to me and they would
be good to her.

She rested for most of the car ride and when we got to the farm I helped
her out of the car and into her heels.  The pack knew we were home and were
barking and baying from the paddock where they had free reign.  They jumped
at the fencing but we passed them by.  Tina looked at them with her eyes
wide, they must have seemed ferocious to her.  I held her hand as I led her
across the gravel lot up the porch and into my house.

I had her relax in the living room while I went to change.  I brought a
pitcher of iced tea and two glasses into the living room.  She smiled up at
my unexpected wardrobe change.  I was wearing fashion jeans, a chambray
shirt and flats.

I laughed and told her that on the farm I liked to dress comfortably.  I
had her remover her heels and provided her with a new pair of pink flip
flops for her cute little feet.  I looked into her eyes and said, "I
brought these for you, my pet, so you could be comfortable here with me."
She was happy and put them on.

"And this too".  I went to the guest closet and pulled out a medium sized
quilted dog bed - also in pink.  There was a large beige dog bed in the
corner of the living room which the dogs would use on the occasions that I
had one or more of them in the house with me.  She smiled and I knew that
she'd be glad to sit on the floor by me.  I moved it over by the couch and
she immediately took her spot on it.  "My pretty girl" I cooed at her.

We sat and talked a little, but mostly settled into out roles, me on the
couch, her on her dog bed looking up at me.  I petted her and asked how she
was doing "down there", and if she needed some ice?  She said she was fine,
it was feeling better.  "I had better take a look".  She demurred that is
was fine but I shot her a look and snapped my fingers and pointed to the
ground in front of me "hands and knees, now!".  She jumped into position.

I got down and lifted her skirt over her back and peeled her panties down.
I looked up and inspected her, the swelling had gone away.  I rubbed her
testicles carefully and she moaned a little.  I asked if it hurt her and
she said it was alright.  I warned her that she better not get an erection,
that there were too many cocks on the farm already and the dogs wouldn't
want to see another male.  She assured me that she wouldn't have an
erection and that she would be happy if they saw her as a girl.

I wondered if she knew what was happening or if she was too naive.

"Yeeees, your my gooood girl" I said as I rubbed her, my thumb pressing up
between her cheeks.  I removed the cold pack and slipped her panties back
up over her bottom, lightly patting her rump as I stood.

"Would you like me to bring in one of the dogs to meet you?"

"Yes Mistress" she said.that introducing her to the whole pack might be too
much, and that I should start with just one of the more gentle natured
dogs.

I smiled and said "that's good dear, but here on the farm I prefer for you
to yap instead of saying 'yes' - so yap for me like a good girl".

She yapped, a few hesitant off-key yaps, I smiled and came over to her
rubbing and patting her head and body as she yapped yapped yapped...good
girl, she was learning.

I lovingly looked at her and said "let's take this off" as I carefully
removed her wig.  I tussled her short boy-hair and made it all purposely
messy.  I told her that the dogs wouldn't like the wig and might thrash it
about.  I carefully placed it in a paper bag and set it by the door.

I then started toward the barn to bring in a dog to meet her.  I told Tina
that I'd be right back with one of her new friends.  I had Tina sit up on
the couch, I wanted the dog to first see her there when I brought him in.

I paused at the doorway and looked back at her "Oh, you should remove your
panties dear, dogs like to sniff when they meet."

I turned away and headed out the the barn.  I knew the dog would see me in
jeans, and then see Tina's long bare legs and want to mount her.  She
wouldn't be ready for that, especially after the spanking she had received
today, but I smiled thinking about the fun we were about to have.

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