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Author's note. This story is written for a man who asked me to write a story and go deeper into hypnosis, and how quickly a man's life could be upended with the right training file. He also liked the doggie sex aspect from some of my earlier stories. If this offends you, I've kept it until the very end so you can just stop reading when sissy goes home from the hospital. Once again, please leave your comments here or contact me directly at [email protected]. I love hearing from fans of my work, or horny Masters who appreciate my kinky mind. Thank you in advance. xoxox Sissy Michelle, aka Emshoninque. Hypno Slut It's not that I didn't love my wife--I was simply hoping to spice things up in the bedroom. We'd been married for 5 years, but after we had two kids, Brenda had lost interest in doing anything more than just an occasional quickie before rolling over and falling asleep. That was a shame because God knows that we used to be hot and heavy when we were newlyweds. Brenda was always more than willing to indulge any of my sexual fantasies, although she never opened up to me about what really turned her on. "Just knowing that I make you happy, makes me happy," she'd say, usually as she dropped to her knees, making me forget to press her for an answer. On top of all that, she'd also let her body go after Cassie and Callie were born. I know that I was being selfish and sexist, so I didn't say anything, but I missed my smoking hot wife who was always willing and eager to fuck me whenever I got the urge. Like I said, I was only hoping to make things go back to the way they were. I saw the ad for "HypnoSluts" when I was browsing an adult website on my phone at work. It's as if the algorithm was reading my mind. "Has your partner lost interest in sex?" it asked. "Find out how to turn your partner into a cock crazed whore in the bedroom. Satisfaction Guaranteed!" I liked the sound of that. I clicked the link. I was taken to the HypnoSluts website where you could download "subliminal erotic instruction files." Basically, they were a series of files that sounded like music, but would hypnotize the listener into becoming everything from a "Shameless Flirt" in public, to a "Public Sex Freak," a "Blowjob Queen," a "Backdoor Lover," a "Doggie Bitch," a "Piss Whore" and even an actual "Whore." I'm not sure that I actually believed any of this, but the comment section below each category made me think that there might be something to these hypnosis files. "How do I turn this off?" wrote one man. "I bought Blowjob Queen for my wife and now she demands to suck my cock four or five times a day. I'm exhausted. And when I hesitate, she tells me that she'll just go online and find some horny men to suck. Is there any way we could turn her cock lust down a couple of notches?" I laughed at loud when I saw that the moderator replied with a simple, "No." Another man wrote that he had just "dropped my wife off at an adult toy shop in Houston. She gets so cock crazy that she now begs me to let her work the glory hole at night. She sucks cock from 10pm to 4am every night, staggering home each morning, reeking of cum and with her belly distended from everything she ingested during the night." The moderator replied with "Another satisfied customer!" The man had replied that he was "A jealous customer--I kind of want to join her. Do these files work on men?" Once again the reply was short and to the point. "Yes." Jesus--did these files actually work? There sure seemed to be a lot of happy customers, if you could believe what was written in the comment sections. The price was higher than I would have liked, but the "100% money back guarantee" held my attention. My brain went on autopilot (it was my little brain driving the show by this point). I quickly found myself arranging a PayPal transfer and was rewarded with an audio file download link. "Congratulations of your purchase of "Blowjob Queen," the receipt email read. "This file is guaranteed to turn the listener into a cock-crazed slut, and as an added bonus, it will also make her crave the taste of cum, so she'll not only swallow, but she'll lick up every drop of your seed and beg for more." I had to stop reading and go close the door to my office. I've never jerked off at work before, but the idea of my wife becoming a "cock- crazed slut" was more than I could handle. I jerked off like a high school kid and shot my load so quickly that some of it hit my face. Curiosity took over as I remembered the ad's promise. I stuck out my tongue to get a tiny taste of my cum. It was disgusting! I couldn't see how anybody would ever "beg for more" jizz. Then again, the thought of Brenda begging to get another load of cum had me hard again in no time. I had a difficult time getting any work done during the rest of the day. 5pm couldn't come around fast enough. I actually got a speeding ticket on the way home that night. I didn't care. "Tonight my lovely wife was going to become my Blowjob Queen onceagain. The only problem was figuring out a way to get Brenda to listen to the hypnofile. A plan started to form... Brenda looked exhausted, as usual, when I walked in the door. Callie was crying and Cassie had been sent to her room for being bad. Brenda hadn't had time to cook dinner, so summoning my best impression of a loving husband, I told her not to worry because I would go out and get dinner. I said that I'd take the girls with me so that Brenda could relax. As a matter of fact, I just happened to have a meditation track on my phone that was great at helping somebody relax. Brenda was skeptical, but I told her that I'd keep the girls out for at least an hour, maybe two. "Just close your eyes and listen to the music," I said in my most innocent voice. "I swear to God it will change your life." I gave her a kiss and loaded the girls into their car seats. Brenda was cuddled up with a blanket and putting her earphones in place when I left. I actually kept the girls out for nearly three hours. The Blowjob Queen instructions said that the file also included a suggestion that made the listener want to listen to the file over and over again, which would strengthen her desire for cock and make certain that it never flagged. Cassie and Callie were asleep when I finally pulled into my driveway. I quietly took them upstairs and put them to bed before creeping back to see how my new blowjob queen was doing. Brenda was fast asleep, but unfortunately her ear buds had fallen out. I sighed and decided to try again tomorrow. I gently shook her awake, telling her that I'd brought home some food. It wasn't what I had wanted to feed her, but my fantasy would have to wait. I sat down to watch a bit of TV when Brenda came over and cuddled up next to me on the couch. Her hand started to snake down to my crotch. I wondered if she had listened to a bit of the hypno file. No. Brenda was mostly interested in thanking me for giving her a break from the kids. As she crawled under the blanket that I was wrapped in, I realized that hypno file or not, there was one way to get my wife back to her amorous ways. I was so excited that it didn't take much to get me explode in her mouth. Brenda licked her lips and moaned in appreciation. It was exactly what I had hoped would happen, right up to the point where she crawled up to kiss me and I recoiled at the taste of my residual cum on her lips. Brenda laughed at my reaction. "Guys expect us to lap up their stuff," she said, "but you freak out if it gets anywhere near you." I tried to laugh it off, and things settled back down until we heard "Mommy" coming from upstairs. Brenda sighed and went to check on the girls. Things were back to normal the next morning when I left for work. Brenda was running around as usual, trying to get the girls fed and get Callie off to school. My job is basically to stay out of her way, but when I kissed her as I headed out the door, to told her to give the meditation file another try. She said that she didn't like that type of music, but I asked her to give it a shot if she got a free moment. "People say it works wonders," I replied as I headed out the door. Brenda rolled her eyes at me. "If I ever get a free moment," she laughed, "I'll give it a listen." Now unfortunately, I had a tough day at work. Making matters worse, I started feeling poorly. David, my boss, told me that I looked like I was coming down with something. Sure enough, after a few more hours it was clear that I'd caught something. I love my girls, but they can be little disease vectors at times. I arranged to take a partial sick day and headed home. Brenda took one look at me and told me to go straight to bed, saying that "Maybe we can nip this in the bud with a good night's sleep." I changed into my PJs and headed up to the bedroom, downing a shot on Nyquil for good measure. I had the strangest fever dreams that night. I dreamed that I was making love to Brenda when she suddenly reached down, popped off my cock and attached it to her groin. "Your turn," she said, as she pushed me down to my knees I found myself unable to resist as she shoved my cock, er, her cock into my mouth. She started fucking my throat, and I struggled to breathe in between each thrust. I found that I could still get an occasional bit of air if I just relaxed and bobbed my head a bit. I was actually proud at how easily I caught on to this cocksucking thing. I wasn't paying attention when my wife suddenly tensed up and flooded my mouth with cum. I started to retch, but then I realized that this cum actually tasted pretty good. I could get used to this taste. In fact, I started thinking that it would be a pretty good addition to many of my favorite foods. Sometime around 10pm, Brenda popped up to check on me. She gently shook me awake and asked if I wanted something to eat. I pulled the ear buds out to answer and my blood froze. "What," I stammered and Brenda explained that since I thought that the meditation file was so good, she thought it might help me sleep. She gave me a kiss on the forehead and said that she's sleep in the guest room so I could get some sleep. I tried to pass it off as if it was no big deal. I told her that I just wanted to go back to bed. She gave me another kiss and left me to sleep. Well fuck! I'd just had a dream where I was the blowjob queen. Absolutely not what I had hoped would happen. I swallowed another cap full of Nyquil, hoping that I could drug myself back to sleep and get the hypno file out of my system. I was wrong. I couldn't sleep. I started thinking about my boss. More particularly, I started thinking about his cock. I'd seen him at the gym before and he was very blessed. I guessed that he was 9" and thick as a coke can. I moaned as I wondered how I'd ever be able to swallow his monster, and then I giggled and thought about how much fun it would be learning to handle it all. Fuck! I shook the idea out of my head and started counting sheep. "One, two, three, four," I murmured in my mind, "five cocks, six cocks, seven hard cocks, eight spurting cocks, nine delicious loads of cum, ten more men lined up to use my blowjob queen mouth after this..." Not only did I drift off to sleep dreaming of hard cocks filling my mouth full of delicious cum, but sometime in the middle of the night I woke up feeling that something was wrong, It only took me a minute to identify the problem. I really needed to be listening to my special file every night as I slept. I put in my ear buds in, put the file on auto repeat and drifted back off to sleep. I dreamt of a glory hole with 100s of holes cut into the walls. It was like playing Wac-a-Mole, only my version was called Swallow-a-Cock. A hard dick would pop through a hole and I would practically throw myself at it, swallowing it down to the hilt. After bobbing my head up and down a few times, the cock would dump its load into my eager mouth. Before I could take a breath, another cock would poke out of another hole and I'd start all over again. My dream was scary, but it also felt like I'd finally found my true purpose in life. Well, my new purpose in life, anyway. I woke sometime around 10am the next morning and staggered downstairs. Brenda had left me a note on the counter. "Sweetie," it read, "I hope you're feeling better. I sounded like you had a rough night. You were moaning and thrashing around a lot so I decided to let you sleep in. I already called your work to say that you wouldn't be coming in today. Get some rest. I hope you feel better." My first thought was to go back upstairs, play my special audio and try to have another Blowjob Queen dream. But then it dawned on me. It was Thursday, so Brenda would be out with the girls all day. That meant that I had the entire day to play. The thought of finding a real cock to suck perked me right up. Suddenly I wasn't feeling sick any longer. I popped into the shower and saw that my cock started to twitch as I soaped myself up. I was stroking myself but I couldn't get off. I realized that a true blowjob queen needed a hard cock in her mouth if she ever wanted to cum again. As I dressed I also realized that a real blowjob queen would be wearing panties, so I "borrowed" a pair from my wife. I put on one of her camisoles as well. I was about to put on some of her pantyhose, but I realized that a blowjob queen would have shaved her legs first. So I went back to the shower and shaved my legs, and everything else for good measure. My freshly shaved skin felt amazing as I pulled Brenda's pantyhose on. I wanted to head out wearing nothing but her camisole, panties and hose, but I knew that I'd never get to any cocks if I left the house that way. I pulled on a pair of my shorts and a loose T-shirt and went to the garage. My phone auto-connects with the car, so I listened to my special file as I drove to the adult store on the outside of town. It was closed! I can't tell you how disappointed I was to find that this seedy store was closed until 3pm--four hours away. How would I pass the time without any cock? I mean, I could listen to my meditation file again, but what I really wanted was to find some man who would let me suck his cock. I logged back on to the sissy hypno site and quickly found myself browsing the other files. There was an entire section devoted to sissies. I figured that if I was going to be a blowjob queen, I might as well be a sissy whore as well. Oh, there was a bondage slut file as well! How cool would that be? I arranged payment and headed home, excited to crawl back into bed and start listening to my new files. I woke at 3pm, filled with an unquenchable desire to find a bunch of men who would fuck me or let me suck them off, and then tie me up and leave me to wait until the next man showed up. I was still wearing the panties, pantyhose and camisole. I added several spritzes of my wife's perfume for good measure. As I was rummaging through her things, I decided to paint my nails. I did my toenails then my fingernails. I waited a full 30 minutes for everything to dry. It was torture. I pulled into the Adult Store parking lot and made a beeline for the door. The place was empty except for the clerk, who looked me up and down before asking "Can I help you?" I asked him if he had a glory hole in the store. He laughed and said that yes, he might just might be able to help me. I practically squealed in happiness. His name was Carlos, and he asked if I was a sissy. Once again I squealed in happiness and said "Oh My God, yes. I'm a new sissy looking for hard cock to serve." He looked me up and down and said that he could help me, "but not looking like that." He laughed when he saw the pout creep across my face. "Don't worry, sissy," he said with a reassuring tone. "The cocks won't get here for several hours--we've got plenty of time to get you ready." He pressed a button behind the counter and a backdoor opened. Another sissy tottered out on impossibly high heels. She came straight toward me and gave me a big hug and then told me that she would be my sissy godmother. I handed Carlos my wallet and followed my sissy godmother around the store. Her name was Candy Luvscock. She asked me if I had a name and I hesitated. Surely I couldn't use my yucky boy name anymore. Candy told me not to worry. "You look like a Prissy to me," she said and thus I became Sissy Prissy Luvscock. It was perfect! Candy took me on a shopping spree right there in the store. Dragging me to a back room, she had me take off the pantyhose so she could replace it with a sexier stockings and garter belt set. Candy then found a matching bra and some breast forms to give me some nice curves. Next came a corset, which Carlos came over to put his manly muscles to use, cinching it as tight as he could. I could barely breathe, but I didn't care as I now had a real sissy figure. A tiny metal cage was then locked around my clitty and Carlos locked it closed. It felt divine. How had I gone so long with my gross sissy slick flopping around free? Stripper heels, lingerie and a wig soon followed. Candy disapproved of my wife's demure nail color and quickly added nail extensions that were soon painted sparkly red. "I call this color 'Whore Red,'" she said and I laughed in agreement. Just then Carlos popped his head in the door to check out our progress. He whistled as I did a little twirl for him. Taking out his phone he snapped some pictures of me, then started to unbuckle his pants. "I always love breaking in the new HypnoSlut girls," he said as I dropped to my knees and began licking his cock. Carlos ordered Candy to lick his asshole while he turned his attention back to me. It was heaven! Carlos had a nice cock--not as big as the monster my boss sported, but it still filled my mouth and poked down into my throat. As he began his assault, he asked me how long I had been a sissy? How many cocks I had serviced? Was I gay or bi? What else did I like? Anything kinky? Did I download any other sissy hypnosis files? I stopped sucking him long enough to say that this was my first day as a sissy slut, and he was my first cock, but it wouldn't be my last. I confessed that I wanted to spend the rest of my days sucking cock and then being tied up and left to wait for the next cock to show up. Carlos laughed. "Yeah, that website has been sending new sissy sluts my way for the last few years. I think you're going to love your new life," he said. I wasn't able to agree with him as he suddenly tensed and filled my mouth with cum. Oh my God, it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. When he was spent he had Candy take me into the back room and get me ready for the night shift. She led me to a key coded door in back and then dragged me inside. To my surprise there were three other sissies tied up and mounted on the wall. I would quickly find that they were impaled on a hard mounted dildo and strung up by chains that held their hands and legs off the ground. They were then strapped down against the wall and left hanging there. They were gagged, blindfolded and had headphones playing something over and over again as they waited for the night rush. Candy explained. "You're not the first sissy to find us, and we have a lot of success using this brainwashing file. We usually keep four or five sluts on hand to work our glory holes, but when we get too many, we just ship them out to work the sissy circuit." She helped me up on to the dildo on the all and began trussing me up as she asked me questions. What files had I downloaded? What about my job? My family? I readily confessed everything. "We generally like to give the new girls the whole program before we let them loose into the glory holes. This may take a few days before you're ready," she explained as she slipped the headphones on me. The last thing I heard was "Don't worry, I'll take care of your wife and boss." Then blackness, a rubber cock locked into my mouth and a non stop music file that lulled me to sleep with thoughts of castration, serving as a dog slut and my new desire to eat nothing but cum and piss from there on out. I would occasionally be roused from my trance when I felt my chastity being unlocked and a warm mouth would start servicing my sissy stick. As I had a cock in my mouth and my ass at the time, I was able to enjoy a sissygasm before drifting back off to my hypnosis training files. I was kept like that for three days. I was a fully-trained sissy when I was finally released into the glory holes. It turns out that the adult toy store was connected to a top secret sissy sex club where select clients were allowed to stop by and use a sissy anytime they needed a release. It was just like my dream. I was locked in a room where cocks would frequently pop through the holes in the wall. All this time, my neck was collared and locked to a chain that hung from the ceiling and my hands were locked behind my back, but every time I saw a cock I lunged at it, even if the chain started chocking me. Being able to breathe wasn't nearly as important as servicing that hard cock. I stayed like this for days. I have no idea how many cocks I served. I would occasionally be dragged out and hosed down before being tied up again and locked in my sissy glory hole. It was sheer bliss. One day I heard the door open while I was coaxing some delicious cum out of the cock in the wall. Candy stood there with a woman I vaguely recognized. She laughed when she saw me. "I knew she was a sissy when I married her," she spat. "I just never thought she was such a whore." Candy said something about "keep listening to your special meditation file so you don't get traumatized," and then she locked the door again. I didn't care about any of this as a new cock had popped through the wall. A new cock meant a new load of yummy cum! Suddenly I was insatiable. I had to get my sissy treat. Time passes quickly when you're lost in a cock-haze. I can't tell you how many cocks passed before the door opened again. It was my boss. He was naked and his magnificent cock was on full display. "Sissy Prissy," Candy said after I finished with the last cock in the wall, "This is Master David. He is interested in buying you." Master laughed. "If I'd known that he wanted to be a sissy cock slut, I would have started fucking him at work years ago." I wasn't sure what that meant. All I knew was that Master David's gigantic cock was getting cold. I moved forward and tried to swallow his cock, but my collar chain kept me from reaching it. Master David just laughed at my predicament. "You want this?" he asked and I moaned my desire. "What will you do for it?" he asked and I practically cried out "Anything!" My fate was sealed. Master David stepped forward and allowed me the honor of serving his glorious cock. It took a while, but I knelt there and allowed him to fuck my face before he finally tensed up and delivered the most delicious sissy treat I had ever had the pleasure of ingesting. This was followed by a hot stream of piss. I didn't miss a drop. Hot piss was my second favorite food, especially if it came from a real man's cock. I was taken out of the glory hole and sent back for some more training. I was only allowed out one day when Candy came in and hosed me off. She gave me a dress and then drove me over to a non-descript office complex. She admitted that this was the first time I had left the club in more than three months! I was taken to a backroom and told to wait on my knees. Eventually a doctor walked in dropped his pants while he looked over my file. I mindlessly lunged at his cock while he asked me about my new tits. My mouth was full of cock, so I couldn't do anything but grunt my assent. The good doctor told me to get up on the table. He strapped me down and gave me a thorough examination, while my mouth reached out in vain for his cock. Candy was there to answer all of his questions. I recall hearing something about my new owner and what he was looking for in a sissy bimbo trophy wife. The surgery had already been scheduled and I was immediately sedated and wheeled out of the room. I suppose that it was a good sign that I was thinking about my new Master's cock as I drifted off into blackness. I woke up two months later. Master David was there for the unveiling and my heart leapt when I saw him. He examined me like some livestock he was thinking about buying. He lifted my breasts and I moaned in ecstasy. "DDs, as you requested," the doctor explained "and we upped her nipple sensitivity to the max." Master David flicked his nail across my nipple and I screamed out with desire." "We removed her lower ribs and with some liposuction and corset training, she's down to a 23"waist now. I think she could drop another 2" or 3" moving forward, but she's basically at her minimum measurement already." I was filled with pride as they discussed my waist. I couldn't see it past the two big tittles that were now on my chest, but it made me happy that I had been turned into my Master's fantasy sissy. "And of course, we've relocated most of her belly fat into her ass," he explained. "You asked for at least 40", but we were able to hit 42, and might be able to make her bigger in the future. "And now, let's take a look at her new face." The doctor reached out and started removing the bandages from my face. "As per your order, we've re- done the nose, forehead and jaw line. She's still in recovery," he explained, "but you can get an idea of what she'll look like once the swelling goes down." Master David smiled and said, "She's going to be a knock out." The doctor explained that there was still a lot to happen to me. "The lesser cosmetic adjustments will happen this week. We've done the first four passes of laser hair removal, but we still have some collagen lip ingestions as well as her piercings and tattoos to go." "We're on schedule to deliver her to you, as ordered, by next Friday night." "And the conditioning?" Master David asked. "That will never end, but we've increased her libido, her desire for cock and semen, and her willingness to do whatever you order her to do, the doctor explained. "Right now you could order her to kill herself and she'd do it, just so that she didn't disappoint you." What!!? Did Master David want me to die? I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, desperate for this not to be true, but knowing that I would happily slit my throat if this is what would make my new Master happy. "And the dogs?" Master asked. "Yes," the doctor said as he searched through the files. "I believe your trigger phrase is 'Sissy Prissy Doggy Slut' and she'll immediately become a ...." I didn't understand the rest. The two humans made noises, but none of it registered with me. Frustrated, I whined and Master reached over to pet me. It filled me with happiness as he attached my leash and led me to my kennel. Locking me inside, the two men continued to talk as I whined impatiently in my cage. Master looked at me annoyed and then said something and suddenly I could understand them again. "Okay," he said as he shook the doctor's hand. "I'll send somebody to pick her up on Friday." He looked at me and said something and my world went black. My body ached when I next regained consciousness. I was sitting in my room, touching up my makeup. Most of it had been tattooed on, but I could always make it a little sluttier for my Master. I painted my lips a darker shade of red and was captivated by my sexy cocksucker lips. Hopefully tonight I'd be able to finally put them to good use. I heard the door open and a woman walked in. She told me to stand and I did as she commanded. I stayed at attention as she inspected me from head to tie, stopping once to squeeze my tittles. My knees buckled at her touch. She told me to show her my clitty. I lifted my dress and lowered my panties to reveal what was left of my sissy stick. My yucky boy balls had been removed, along with all of the meat on my clitty. All that was left was my clitty head, which had been reformed so it was now just a little bump in my panties. The doctor had also made it incredibly sensitive. I would probably pass out if somebody were to touch my tittles and clitty at the same time. Satisfied, the woman asked if I remembered her. I couldn't reply, until she remembered and gave me permission to speak. "No Miss," I finally revealed. "Have we met?" The woman laughed at me. "Believe it or not, we used to be married," she said. That seemed odd. Why would I ever marry a girl? They don't have a cock, so I'd be miserable. Still, she was obviously superior to me, and I had been conditioned to believe anything that a superior said. "Don't worry about it," she said. "Your new Master explained it all to me and the girls. He gave me some music that made me realize that this was all right, and he even arranged to have you officially declared to be dead. Thanks to your life insurance, the girls and I don't have to worry about money ever again." Your Master even added a lesbo feature, so if I say "Sissy Prissy Lesbo Lover," you'll suddenly be addicted to serving me. She was right. I immediately dropped to my knees and crawled up in between her legs. My former wife ground her sex against my newly feminized face. I licked and sucked her non-stop, desperately following the clues from her body that indicated what she liked having me do to her. Suddenly she clamped her thighs around my face and shuddered. I gave her a moment to calm down before resuming my ministrations. I brought her to two more orgasms before I blacked out. Mistress was looking over me as I came back to life. "Sorry about that," she said. "Your hypnosis conditioning is amazing, but I guess you still need air every once and a while." Then she said "Sissy Prissy Cock Slut" and I was suddenly filled with revulsion over the wetness that covered my face. I didn't dare wipe it off, but I hated smelling like I had just serviced a woman." The woman just laughed at me before giving me permission to clean myself off and follow her to the car. She popped the trunk and I climbed inside, happy that I was being taken home to FINALLY serve my new Master. It turns out that I still had to wait for my sissy treat. The woman drove me to a big home outside of town. Taking me by the collar, she said "Sissy Prissie Doggie Slut" and I dropped to my knees and barked in happiness. She helped my get out of the strange material around my body and then the human led me to a kennel in the back corner of the yard. There were two big dogs in the cage eyeing me hungrily. She had something in her hand. It smelled like dogs having sex. It drove me wild with desire. It had the same effect on the dogs in the cage. The lady reached down and pushed the smelly thing into my pussy before leading me into the cage. The dogs were on me in no time. The Doberman mounted me immediately. It all made sense because I was a bitch in heat. More importantly, I was His bitch in heat so I leaned back into his jack hammering doggie cock. I thrilled as I felt Him knot me, knowing that I would soon deliver a litter of puppies for Him. The problem was that there was another dog, a German Shepherd who looked sad that he wasn't getting any attention. I leaned forward and started to lick his shaft, promising with my yelps that he could breed me as soon as the Doberman's knot went down. The dogs eventually switched places and I licked the Doberman while the Shepherd pinioned into my doggy pussy. Eventually it all calmed down, but the smell coming from my pussy soon had the dogs ready for seconds. And thirds. It was dark when I heard "Sissy Prissy Cock Slut" and looked up to see my Master standing outside the cage, smiling as he stroked his cock. I tried to get out so I could service his magnificent cock, but I was stuck, knotted once again like the bitch I'd been just a few minutes ago. "Don't worry, sissy," he said. "We've got all the time in the world to find out just what you can do." "In the meantime, 'Sissy Prissy Doggie Slut.'" My attention went back to the Shepherd who was still mounted in me. I didn't know what this human wanted from me, but I knew deep in my bones that I would do anything to please him. I barked once in happiness and the man said something that sounded a lot like "Good doggie.