Submissive crossdresser of a fat Master and his dog

I'm going to give you what you ask for, Vivianne!

A fat Master, the kind who, when he sits on the sofa, his belly hangs between his legs and he breathes deeply every time he bends down. He has a big dog, the harness kind, with heavy balls and that look that doesn’t understand caresses, only smelling an open ass and mounting it.

And you. The submissive whore of the house. You get up and the first thing you smell is the dog’s cushion. The Master orders you to get on all fours and rub your face against his crotch while he has breakfast. You don’t speak. You don’t ask. You obey.

When the dog comes closer and smells your open cunt from the day before —because you sleep with a plug in, so you don’t close up even at night— you moan softly and spread your legs wider. The Master looks at you from the chair, touches his fat cock, and nods. That means: let yourself be mounted.

And then the dog mounts you. His front paws on your hips, the knot trying to enter that whore ass of yours, and you there, silent, taking it, feeling how he fills you in a way no silicone dildo will ever give you. The Master masturbates watching you, listening to your muffled moans against the floor.

You bite the carpet as the knot enters you. The dog stays locked, tied to you, and there’s no way to separate you until he goes down. And you stay there, impaled, feeling how he fills you in spurts, smelling of dog and semen, while the Master comes closer, grabs you by the hair, lifts your head, and says: “That’s how I like my bitch. Pregnant by both of us.”

That’s you. 24/7. The house bitch. And you know it.

But this is only the beginning. To keep exploring how far you really go, you already know where to find me without cuts or limits.

“Tonight I’ll dilate myself again like this morning reading what you tell me, Master, and doing whatever you want.”

Tonight you’re going to get on all fours, ass held high, and open yourself like the submissive whore you are. But don’t do it your way: do it the way I tell you.

First, no rushing. You sit on the edge of the bed, coat your fingers well with lubricant, and touch your ass slowly, circling the hole, feeling it, teasing it. Let it know it’s going to receive something. Let it get soft and hungry.

Then, the first toy. The one that goes in without forcing. You put it in and leave it inside while you read what I’ve written to you. I want you to associate that feeling of having something inside with my voice. With my orders. With knowing that I’m the one opening you, even if I’m kilometers away.

And when you’re already hot, when you’ve been like that for a while, you switch to the thick one. That six-centimeter one. But don’t shove it in all at once like an animal. You rest it at the entrance and push very slowly, breathing deeply, feeling how it yields. When it’s inside all the way, you stay st...