Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2020 02:44:37 +0100 From: cdme@workmail.com Subject: Grooming a Sissy to service dogs Part 4 (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 ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ I hadn't planned on Mistress inviting me over to her home today but was happy that she did. I was in a weird, melancholy sort of state...I felt embarrassed after the discipline (which really really hurt) but I wanted to be with her more than ever. I didn't want to go home alone, I wanted to be with her and be assured that she still liked me. I guess she knew that and that's why she invited me over. I was moved with how thoughtful and caring she was, even though she spanked me and hurt me. Somehow it all seemed "right". She knew that I needed to be disciplined, she taught me a lesson and then we moved on. And she had gifts for me! The flip flops were thoughtful and the pink dog bed made me happy! I knew that I belonged at her feet. It no longer seemed odd or weird to me, I just embraced it and decided to revel in her love and attention. I was nervous about meeting the dog, but I was also confident that she'd protect me. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ When I got out to the paddock all the dogs came running - they were happy to see me and they yapped and barked and wagged their tails to show it. I walked into the fenced area and knelt down to pet and pat each of them as they swirled about me in a happy, noisy, vortex. My boys were happy to see me. I clipped the leash onto Gunner's collar and stroked his face. I purposefully chose him as the ambassador for Tina. Gunner is a beautiful blue pit bull: he has a sleek, slate grey coat and a tight, muscular body. He is a mid sized dog and (despite the breed's reputation) has a friendly, loving demeanor. He doesn't generally bark or growl and is not as aggressive as the larger dogs in the pack. My border collie, Brendan, would have also been a good choice - a smaller playful dog, with a smaller cock than Gunner. He has a beautiful thick, warm coat which I always loved to feel against my skin when he mounted me. Unfortunately that same thick fur somewhat hides his cock. I knew Tina had no real experience being around dogs, so I wanted her to see and learn about a dog's sexual anatomy. The hair would be a problem for today. Gunner, on the other hand, had a slim waist, a broad chest and short hair - his cock sheath and balls hung in plain view. Brendan was the average guy in a track suit, Gunner was the lifeguard in a Speedo. Tina needed to meet Gunner, to know her place. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ I sat on the couch nervously, panties removed, knees together. I heard all the barking and commotion coming from outside and wondered about the dogs, they sounded a little wild... ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ I really only used a leash on my dogs when I brought them into town to see the vet. They all were trained and followed my commands. I knew that Tina would be safe, but I also knew that she would feel better seeing that I had Gunner on a leash, at least initially. I walked Gunner into the house and when we entered the living room I had him sit next to me as I stood in the doorway. Tina was beautiful - but clearly nervous and likely scared because of the wrong and terrible reputation that pit bulls get. She smiled nervously. Her first date, I mused to myself. I called across the room to her in a clear voice, "Tina this is Gunner, he wants to meet you and say Hi". Tina started to speak but I raised a finger to silence her, realizing that I need to instruct her carefully. "Tina, you must speak in a high pitched feminine voice...let the dogs know you as a woman...say happy loving things" I instructed. She followed by saying in a hushed, singsong voice "What a pretty pretty boy! Are you a good boy Gunner? I'm so happy to meet you!" Gunner sat nicely at my feet but his tail was wagging wildly under him hearing the inflection in her voice - I knew he was in a playful mood. I walked him over to greet Tina and had her hold out her hand so he could smell her and lick her. She petted his face and ears nicely and had both hands on him. I instructed her how to smooth and stroke his coat. I told her to not lock her eyes with him, that dogs could take that as a challenge, so she submissively looked away as she continued to stroke and pet his body. I was now standing over Tina and rubbing her ears and neck in a similar fashion, letting Gunner observe the pecking order. I dropped the leash and with both hands rubbed Gunner's muscular body and cooed sweet things to him. He was happy, his tail wagging, happy to be getting attention from both Tina and me. "I think he likes you Tina - now bend your head down and let him give you some kisses". She obediently bent forward and gunner lapped her face with wet kisses as Tina laughed. "Good girl Tina, Good boy Gunner" I cooed to them, happy that they were getting along. I sat on the couch next to Tina and pulled Gunner's body close to me, a slight touch on his back commanded him to sit. I unclipped the leash and set it aside. I had Tina sit up straight and continue to pet him. They both seemed happy and comfortable so far which was a good thing. I turned to face Tina and instructed her to focus solely on me, to talk with me as she casually petted and touched Gunner. We had aimless conversation - the weather, the farm, the decorations in the room while Tina's eyes were locked on me and Gunner watched us both intently. Although I intended for Tina to be his bitch, I wanted Gunner and the other dogs to know that Tina was special to me. As we talked I would occasionally reach over and rub and pat Tina, encouragingly. Gunner was aware of it all. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ Initially I was scared when I saw Gunner and glad to see that he was on a leash. He had a huge block shaped head and was all muscle and teeth. He did seem very friendly and I couldn't help laughing when he licked my face. I was happy that Mistress was petting me and giving me affection too, it seemed like we each had our role figured out. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ Since everyone was getting along it seemed like it was time to advance things with Tina. I told her to put her hands in her lap and observe me. With a sharp inflection I called his name and he immediately turned his head and focused on me. "Gunner..................In Bed!" I said, snapping my fingers and pointing to his dog bed over in the corner. I noticed Tina flinch when I snapped my fingers, that was good - and Gunner jumped and ran to his bed, laying down and watching us. 'Good boy" I called. I turned my attention to Tina and we continued with our pleasant but empty chat "Just let him get used to hearing your pretty voice darling" I instructed her. "It's important for Gunner and the other dogs to know you as a female...if they thought you were a man they might want to fight you to protect me". She started to reply but I reminded her - "Yap for me" She yapped playfully and I petted her. I held my hand out and she licked and kissed it while I cooed "Good girl" to her. Gunner watched it all intently. "Now Tina, it's important that Gunner sees you obey me, so when I give you an order you must move promptly". She yapped her agreement. "In a moment I will give you a command to sit in your pink dog bed so get ready to move". She smiled, and sat up ramrod straight, she wanted to show her obedience. With sharp inflections I commanded "Tina!" and she snapped her head to look right at me - "In Bed!". My fingers snapped and she dropped off the couch and right into her dog bed. I instructed her to lay down and she did. "Good girl, Tina's a good girl" I sung out as Tina smiled. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ I was happy, I was safe. Mistress was teaching me my place and Gunner was obedient and thankfully not jealous. I felt so good when Mistress patted me and called my name, and now laying at her feet felt right. "Close your eyes and rest darling" she told me. And I did. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ She seemed so happy there, laying at my feet. I could feel her slipping right into her role. I still needed to be careful - there was plenty that could go wrong, but I knew that we needed to cross a sexual barrier today. I let her rest and relax for a few minutes, enjoying the silence and the peace. I knelt down and started to pet her, carefully reaching under her skirt to caress her small balls. "Are these feeling better dear?". She yapped lightly as I patted her bottom and pulled her skirt up to expose her scrotum. "I want you to stay laying like this, I want Gunner to understand that you are a girl with a small penis, let him understand that you aren't a threat. So just lay here and rest like a good girl now" She yapped her acknowledgment and closed her eyes, resting peacefully. I sat back on the couch and reach over for a woman's magazine. I kicked off my flats and crossed my legs, my one foot dangling close enough to Tina's face that I could tickle her ear with it. About 20 minutes went by in peace and quiet. I read an article about entertaining for the holidays and another about planning a week of easy, healthy meals. I looked at the new stretching exercises which 23 year old models were demonstrating for their middle aged readers. I also skimmed through the advice on how to spice up a marriage in the doldrums. I wondered if Tina's wife read these same magazines. I wondered if she could ever imagine her husband been dressed like the pretty woman she was, or riding a dildo, or now, being here at my feet like a puppy dog. I wondered about what type of woman she was...perhaps I might meet her some time and find out. I looked over the top of my magazine and saw that Gunner and Tina were both resting comfortably. The house was peaceful and I was genuinely happy. I maneuvered my pedicured toes to rub Tina's ear. She opened her eyes and smiled, nuzzling back against my foot. "Pretty pretty girl" I cooed. I traced my big toe from her ear along her cheek, slowly...very slowly while holding her eyes. Her lower lip lowered slightly, she knew what was expected. "Lick" Her tongue was warm and gentle on my toes, she was such a good girl. He licked and suckled my toes. "Open" I said sternly and she laid her tongue out to comfort my three bigger toes. Across the room Gunner was still sprawled out in his bed, but I saw his eyes were half opened...he was watching and learning. I withdrew my foot and reached down and stroked Tina's face. I whispered to her, "I need to go into the kitchen for a few minutes, I will have Gunner guard you so he learns to protect you when I'm not around". She yapped lightly. "So stay laying down and follow my instructions dear - do not stand up, and do not pet or bother him when he's guarding." She nooded her agreement and gave a light yap - but now her eyes were wide opened and I saw the realization that she'd be along with the big pit. "And another thing" I said, just like you just licked my foot, Gunner may lick you. Especially that bottom of yours - it's what dogs do when they greet each other. If that happens don't be alarmed, just lay there and let it happen like a good girl." She yapped quietly. I smiled wickedly at her "it may even feel good after that spanking you received today..." Her eyes told me a thousand thoughts were entering her mind... SNAP! I snapped my fingers once and held up a pointer finger to get her attention. "Remember, stay down and submissive to Gunner, he will protect you" She yapped a good girly dog yap. I stood up and Gunner's eyes were on me. I snapped my fingers and pointed sharply to Tina and commanded "Gunner GUARD!" and Gunner lunged to the position I has pointed to, hovering over Tina. As I walked away he stayed, pacing a small arc around Tina, alert. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ My head was spinning. I was relaxed and comfortable, Mistress let me kiss her pretty foot and I was happy about that - but now I was now alone with Gunner in the room! I felt small and frail and exposed with my bottom on display and my small sex showing between my thighs. Gunner paced above me and I peeked up at him through mostly closed eyes. He was alert, watching and pacing. His short grey hair rippled like a velvet wave across his muscles. He was well trained and very protective - he hardly noticed me, he was guarding. Oddly I felt safe even though this mound of muscle and teeth was inches away from my partly naked body. Looking up at him I noticed his cock sheath and balls under his body. If his cock was as big as his sheath, he had clearly 5 or 6 inches of cock - far more than me. His nuts were in a tight package, each the size of a large walnut. I blushed and closed my eyes, curious but glad that Mistress didn't see me admiring him like that. After a few minutes I noticed Gunner sit in front of me, watching over me. He wasn't slacking off - his spine was straight, his legs like a coiled spring ready to lunge, his head pivoting slowly. From my vantage point I could see that his balls were resting on the carpet, his sheathed cock appearing to point up parallel with his spine. I wondered if he was aroused? I didn't understand that dogs actually have a rigid bone inside their penis and that they are always "hard". Gunner was my guardian. I knew, of course, that I was "safe", after all - a robber or bear or cokehead wasn't likely to come barging into the house - but it still made me feel comforted to know that Gunner was protecting me. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ I watched them secretly from a security camera I had displaying on a laptop in the kitchen. Gunner was perfect in his guard duties, Tina seemed small and frail below him. That was good, I wanted her to know her place and to see him as her protector, her man. I kept my eye on them as I whipped up a small batch of healthy dog treats. Egg, wheat flour, flax seed, dried parsley and pumpkin baby food. I divided the dough into two portions - to Tina's batch I added some honey and a pinch of salt. Both batches were rolled flat on parchment paper, cut into squares, and in the oven in under 10 minutes. Twenty minutes later they were cooling on a rack and that gave me time to watch them closely. I imagined how Tina would feel, small, exposed and vulnerable but having someone guard her, willing to fight for her. I was a little disappointed that Gunner didn't get curious and sniff out her bottom - but he was such a darn good guard dog that if someone threw a T-bone steak into the room he wouldn't go after it. He was guarding and he took it seriously. I spooned some peanut butter into a small dish and then poured myself a glass of red wine, which I proceeded to gulp down at once and refilled my glass. My head swooned as I fixed the serving tray. Yes, Gunner was too good of a guard dog. If I wanted him to get naughty with Tina I would have to help him along. Ohhh yesss, I felt a familiar flutter between my legs and I smiled to myself - it was time to play matchmaker. I lifted the tray and walked into the room. ~~ Tina, the CrossDresser ~~ After what must have been half an hour, Mistress came back into the room and set a small tray on the end table and sat down on the couch - commanding Gunner to sit up on the couch beside her, in "my" spot. As he laid there she smiled down at me and casually stroked his head and neck, saying "Good boy". I looked up at them, now jealous of the attention he was getting, noticing that he was now above me, up on the couch while I was down in the dog bed. Mistress seemed to be studying me. "Did Gunner do a good job protecting you dear?" Mistress asked. I yapped happily back to her. "Of course he did, he understands now that you are weaker and need protection, he's learning that you're the lady of the pack". I liked the way that sounded. "In a minute I'm going to give you a command and when I do I want you to walk quickly on your hands and knees to me" she told me. "Yaaaap" Mistress stood and picked up a plate that was on the tray and carried it across the room and set it on the fireplace mantle, taking what appeared to be a small cookie into each hand which she held down at her sides. She stood facing us, feet together, perfect posture. Gunner was focused on her. "Gunner, Tina - HERE" she called. Both Gunner and I bolted to her, he was much faster of course, we stopped at her feet and looked up at her. "Do my dogs want a treat?" she asked. I yapped and Gunner wagged his tail happily. "Wag your tail Tina, show us what a happy girl you are". I yapped happily and waggled my bottom which must have looked funny. Mistress held her closed fists up and commanded "SIT". Gunner and I both dropped our bottoms to the ground and stared up at her. She brought her fists to our noses and then turned the palms up revealing the treat inside. We both lapped it out of her hand and I was happy to find out it actually tasted good. She gave us a few treats that way and then started a game where she would throw a treat across the room and then tell Gunner to "Get it". Gunner would launch after the treat and immediately return to her feet while chewing and crunching it. Gunner got to fetch 4 times and I had to sit and watch. When it was my turn to fetch, Mistress said quietly "I know you can't run fast like that dear, and I don't want you to hurt your knees. But I do want Gunner to see your little dickie, I want him to understand that you're a girl with a dickie. So walk slowly and spread your legs enough that he can see it, especially when you bend down to pick up the treat with your mouth. When you go to pick up the treat I want you to spread your knees very wide apart and lower your chest and face to the ground slooooowly". I yapped and yapped and watched the treat sail across the room. "Tina - GET it" was her command. I walked and waggled straight toward the treat and bent over slowly and waggled to give Gunner a good view of my little dick. ~~ Diane, the Mistress ~~ There she was, 20 feet away, face down and ass up - her pink little hole smooth and pretty. Tina thought she was displaying her dick but I'm sure all that Gunner saw was pussy. 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 Thank you to those who have read this series and emailed their comments and ideas, which inspire me.