u/Mirlani78

I just see myself as him/her: broken and rebuilt for one purpose: please men. My mistress trained me, taught all the ways I could make myself useful to guys. She even gave me that cute cage! I don't know what I'd do without it, I might get ideas... At first I hated it, but I grew to love the sensation of restraint each time I get excited. An now here I am swallowing the juice of another pleased mating partner. I let whirl around in my mouth, the slick stuff moving around my tongue piercing. It was a gift from mistress, she melted my key into a cuter smaller one and turned it into jewellery. "That way', she said "you can always remember what you are."

Imagine getting pounded into the ground by that beast. You stopped your half-hearted fight and just let the sensations take over... The heat of its body, the intoxicating stench of the fur, the taste of saliva. Despite only being an animal, he broke your will and now you're just a receptacle for its lust. Your body sends waves of pleasure and pain mixed as you feel his throbbing member going in and out of you. The mind might have refused this situation, but your flesh leaned into it. Your own genitalia betrayed any lies you might try to tell yourself, slowly poking out of its sheath slick with pre. Your last thought before going back to the blissful oblivion of mating was to compare the sizes of your members, and feeling that your new position was the only appropriate one. After all, your duty isn't to serve the master of the pack however he desires?