Beastiality 10 – A Trip to the Vet’s Office, Part 5

The day had arrived.

The day I had been looking forward to, and yet also dreaded. The day of my performance.

I prepared my body quite carefully. Mistress does allow me to shave my legs and underarms. However, she prefers me to keep my pubic hair – my ‘pelt’ as she calls it – so I could only groom that area to a controlled length, leaving a soft fawn-colored carpet there. I must admit I love running my fingers through my furry mound. My eyebrows were now nicely plucked, along with a few stray hairs I noticed on my teats – yes, Mistress has me thinking about my breasts using that word. Washing my body thoroughly, shampooing and conditioning my hair, and toweling my skin to a healthy glow, I did everything I could think of to make my body as presentable as possible. I wore very little makeup, since intense exertions and yes, crying, tends to make it run on my face.

Dressing did not take long, since I wore a simple blouse and skirt. I no longer wear a bra or panties when Mistress takes us places. Since she has me lactating, this can cause some embarrassment when leakage causes wet spots on my blouse. Even more embarrassing are the times that my teats engorge so much that Mistress takes me into public restrooms to relieve my discomfort by milking me into a sink. The loud gasps and the looks of surprise from the other women that wander in at such moments make my face turn crimson. I don’t know which is worse – the women that studiously avoid looking at us after that initial shock, or the women that come closer and observe the process closely. A few of them have had the temerity to ask Mistress if they can try milking me, and she always permits them, making sure they pull hard in the process. The feeling of a stranger milking me in public, I blush to admit, arouses me easily. But I digress.

On the day in question, even Buster knew something unusual was happening. All morning, Mistress had not given him the command to breed me, even though he looked into her face quizzically from time to time, emitting a questioning whine. This was a break from our usual routine.

Mistress took Buster’s head in her hands and said soothingly, “It’s fine, my lovely big boy. You will have your bitch very soon. I just want you extra horny today.”

Of course, Buster did not understand her words, but her tone of voice and body language seemed to reassure him. He then trotted a few paces away, and plopped down on the floor with his belly facing me. As his tongue came out to wash his balls, and then the tip of his cock as it slid forward out of its sheath, he seemed to be eying me with a smile of anticipation on his face.

When it was finally time to depart, Mistress clipped a leash to Buster’s collar and led us both down to the waiting limousine. My quivering legs propelled me along as I tried to keep my breathing composed and steady. As before, Hans the chauffeur held the door for Mistress, and assisted her in loading Buster into his riding carrier. Hans even held my hand to assist me into the car on this special occasion, although the leer he gave me indicated he would rather be touching other parts of my anatomy.

We were all driven to the Master’s mansion following the route that we had taken on our previous visit (see part 4). However, once we passed through the guard gate, we entered the area of the Master’s home from another angle, so I would be unable to see any cars that may have been parked there.

The servant with the huge grin, whose name I never learned, greeted us at the car and took Buster away to the prepared indoor kennel. Recognizing this place, and perhaps remembering what he had done here the last time, Buster perked up and began prancing as he was led away, throwing me knowing glances over his shoulder that made me shiver.

Mistress and I were led into a completely different door of the house, not the front door of our prior visit. As we entered, Mistress said, “Keep your clothes on for now, pet. You will not transform yet.”

I gradually realized the reason she had decided this. We were escorted for quite some distance through this large house, and my knees would have been raw from crawling such a long journey. It also would have taken us a lot longer to travel that far. I thought I could hear several voices off elsewhere in the house, people perhaps chatting casually, but I could not make out what they were saying.

With this verbal confirmation that I would indeed have an audience today, my heart began racing and fluttering in my chest. We ultimately reached and entered a small room. The voices, if anything, seemed closer now. I gave in to my nervousness, allowing myself to tremble.

Noticing this, Mistress exclaimed, “Oh, pet! Are you nervous?”

I could only bring myself to nod, the butterflies in my stomach flapping all around inside it.

Here. Transform yourself,” she said, handing me my tail butt plug. “Once you get into the role, you may feel better.”

Hesitantly, I stripped off my blouse and skirt, and worked the plug into my ass hole. Once naked and transformed, and without being told, I positioned myself in ‘sit’ position next to her knees. She reached out and stroked my hair, making soothing sounds. This reinforced my knowledge of how much she cared for me, and enhanced my trust in her.

Still I was glad when Alison came into the room, perhaps to allay my fears. She was almost naked , wearing only a belt, but she was not crawling. She walked upright, but slightly bowlegged. I looked between her thighs and saw that her cunt was distended by one of the dildo stretchers that her Master required her to wear while in his house, and not servicing his dogs. With a fresh lurch of my heart, I processed this further evidence that Alison was not destined to put on this show – I was.

Alison knelt next to me, so close that I could feel the heat radiate from her exposed flesh. “How are you doing?” she asked. “Excited?” She smiled into my eyes.

More afraid than excited, Alison. I have never done anything like this before.”

Listen to me. Do you enjoy being fucked by your lovely dog?” she inquired earnestly.

Certainly,” I asserted. “But I have never done it in front of a group of strangers.”

That’s the beautiful thing about this,” she responded. “You never see them, and they never see your face. In the darkness created by the blindfold, you can focus on Buster, and what he is doing to you. While that is going on, you need hardly be aware that there is anyone else in the room.”

She said this confidently and reassuringly, but I thought I saw a glance pass between her and Mistress. It was as if they knew something that I did not know. But before I could get up the courage to ask about it, the door opened and Master walked in with a greeting. I quickly dropped my eyes, not wanting to be punished for making eye contact with him, like the last time I visited. As Mistress whispered, “Stand,” I went obediently into my hands and knees stance.

It looks like your bitch is all ready,” he said to Mistress. “I expect the crowd will be quite thrilled seeing her in action.”

Crowd?” Mistress queried.

Crowd,” he echoed. “When my regulars got wind that a brand new bitch would be here today, every single one of them clamored to be present. We have all the seats filled.”

OMG!” I was thinking. “So many people!” A wave of jitters passed through me.

Alison leaned close and whispered, “Remember, when you are blindfolded, it does not matter if there is one person watching, or twenty. It makes no difference.”

I tried to reassure myself that she spoke the truth, but I was succumbing to stage fright.

Mistress said to Alison, “Now that your Master is here, I may tell you that he and I agreed that you would help my pet prepare for the performance. You may have noticed that her teats are swollen almost to the point of pain. We cannot have that interfering with a good performance. Suckle her teats to relieve her pressure.”

Without a word, Alison scooted under my chest and pulled a teat into her mouth and started sucking. Immediately, I felt my milk flowing into her mouth. The relief was palpable. In a brief period of time, both my teats were their normal size, and Alison scooted back out from under me, licking her lips happily as her eyes twinkled.

I see she is wearing the tail that she had last time,” the Master observed. “May I make a suggestion?”

Of course,” Mistress replied.

I know that the Great Dane typically has that long, thin tail, and their tails are seldom docked. But this means that your bitch, lacking tail musculature, has to reach back and hold her tail to one side during breeding. When she is blindfolded, she will be groping sightlessly for it. I propose that you have her wear this tail, instead.” So saying, he held out a butt plug low enough that we both could see it. It had a small, stubby, tail covered with a fawn colored fur. It resembled a short tail that might be seen on a boxer, I thought.

It looks lovely! May I?” Mistress asked, holding out her hand. Master passed it to her, and she had me lick it to make it slippery as she pulled the other plug out of my ass. Before my asshole could close too much, she inserted the new plug, which, being slightly larger in diameter, fit me quite snugly. There was no danger of it falling out as I crawled.

If it pleases you, you may keep it,” the Master explained.

It matches the color of her pelt perfectly. I bet you had it specially made with her fur in mind,” Mistress said with a smile.

The Master only chuckled in response. Without further ado, he affixed a blindfold over my eyes that was so dense that no light now reached my retinas. “Shake your head around, bitch. It should be unable to fall off,” he informed me.

I shook my head side to side and up and down. Tightly secured, the blindfold did not budge. I would definitely not get a glimpse of the crowd through or around this material.

Obviously speaking to Mistress, he said, “I believe we are ready. Please leash your bitch, and come this way.”

I felt her hands at my collar, and felt a tug, followed by a ‘click’ sound. Mistress said, “I know you cannot see my legs to keep my pace in ‘heel’ position, so I will shorten the leash, and we will proceed slowly. I doubt we will have to travel very far.”

We departed the room with the shortened leash pulling gently up and to the right as I crawled on Mistress’ left side Occasionally, her left leg brushed my shoulder as we moved. I was in total darkness. As we entered the hallway, the sounds of the strangers’ voices grew louder. My head and tummy sank lower and lower as we moved, perhaps in some instinctive urge to protect my vulnerable abdomen. Mistress whispered, “Straighten up, pet. Crawl proudly for me. You are a beautiful bitch, remember. I want the people to envy me, because you are mine.” Her voice, her manner, helped me to steady myself, and I raised my head back up, stiffened my spine, and even thrust my teats forward as best I could. I was rewarded with a soft caress of her hand as she ran it from my hair down my back. My fear of the unknown was still strong though, and I clamped my lips firmly together, holding back the whimpering sounds that were trying to manifest themselves.

Unable to see, my sense of hearing became more important to me. We turned, and the volume of the voices swelled, so I knew we were now in the room where the audience waited. From the way in which the voices rebounded from the walls, I could guess we were in a large room. In moments, the voices hushed as the people got their first impression of me, the new bitch they had been waiting to see. Dreading this moment of examination, a wave of relief passed through me as I heard the observers break into a round of applause. I tried to move my body in a sensuous, supple manner but I could not tell if I was succeeding at all.

The Master’s voice carried through the room, “Ladies and Gentlemen. As you can see, we have a fine specimen for your entertainment today. Her Mistress will now lead our new bitch through your ranks, so that you may have a closer look. Please remember to use the envelopes under your seat once you have finished your evaluation.”

It sounded like the people might be judging me in some manner, but I had no time to ponder this, because Mistress tugged gently on my collar and led me in a sort of parade around the room. Unable to see anything, when the first strange hand touched my flank I almost jerked away from it. But it was a soft caress, and was soon followed by others. People touched me in various places: hair, cheek, shoulder blade, spine, ass, thigh. A few even had the boldness to reach under me to brush my teats, which I admit made me tingle with pleasure. One person with a very soft, smooth hand – which made me speculate it could have been a woman – gave my labia an intimate caress as I passed. All the sensations were intensified since my vision was blocked – I was virtually ‘seeing’ with my skin.

By the time this parade through the crowd was over, my body was amazingly aroused. I felt my fluids trickling on my thighs, and smelled them easily. I imagined my scent trailed throughout the crowd as well. I heard the rustling of papers. People must have been using the envelopes that the Master had mentioned.

My arousal, coupled with the caressing by strangers had also taken me into a state of submission. Someone helped me up onto a large, raised surface – a stage of some sorts, I imagined. When Mistress knelt near my head, and whispered, “Breeding stance, pet,” I lowered my torso so that my hands, forearms, elbows and tits touched the floor, while I spread my thighs open and kept my ass high. I was ready. I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to be fucked hard and fast.

And here is our star for today. Buster!” the Master proclaimed. I heard the familiar sound of Buster’s paws on the floor as he was brought up behind me. “Mistress, please hold Buster back from mounting for a short period of time, so we can all witness his excitement.”

I moaned mentally, thinking, “I am so ready right now! They are going to make me wait?” I could not believe it. But just because the Master did not want me mounted yet, did not mean that Buster was going to be made to wait patiently as well. His long wet tongue suddenly lashed over my labia, causing me to cry out a bleat of happiness. Again and again his tongue found the target of my cunt, lapping at me like he was dying of thirst. His actions and my moans elicited a ripple of appreciative sounds from the watching crowd.

The sounds changed to unbelieving gasps when the Master said, “Mistress, please give everyone a good look at Buster’s equipment now that he is fully erect.” I could well imagine what they were seeing. Buster’s cock is both long and thick, and his knot is the size of a small grapefruit. I’m sure the people were having a difficult time believing that my cunt could deal with being fucked by it without damage.

I heard the words I had been waiting for – “Buster… mount bitch,” and braced myself. In moments his paws pranced up my back as his cock slid into my wet, slippery, receptive cunt. His humping actions not only drove his cock deep, they also started shoving me forward across the floor, so eager was Buster to fuck his bitch. After all, he had waited all morning to use me, and his animalistic lust was at its peak! I heard murmurs and exclamations from the crowd as I tried to brace myself against forward movement without much success. Buster outweighs me, and his hips can hammer like a pile driver.

Buster was vocalizing wildly. Sounds I had never heard from his throat mixed with growls of possession. His noises liberated me, and I joined him, uttering moans, groans, and also yips and screams whenever his cock jabbed me at unusual angles. When his frantic pounding forces me to arch my back in an attempt to remain in place, his stiffened cock often strikes painfully against my sensitive cervix. The resultant yips and screams when this occurred seemed to please him, and his vigor intensified.

I could tell he was getting desperate to knot me, but my forward slide was thwarting him. His paws slid to their now familiar position at my waist, embracing me and pulling me back toward him. I knew it would be painful to accept his knot, and in the back of my mind I knew it would be obscene to do this with all those people watching. But my own lust was peaking – Buster had fucked me into a state of multiple orgasms. As my body convulsed with climax after climax, I shoved back hard onto his cock and willed my cunt to open and accept that knot.

It obeyed.

Buster’s knot entered my opening, stretching it prodigiously. I let out a wild cry of pain and triumph. Joined and locked together, we both halted our movements. Buster’s teeth gently touched the nape of my neck, triggering yet another of my orgasms as his cock began spewing his cum deep into my womb. Both of us howled together. His howl I imagine, was from the pleasure of emptying his seed into his bitch – the relief of pressure from his huge, swollen testicles. My howl was from the pain/pleasure I was experiencing as his cum distended my cunt, womb and abdomen, sealed in by that massive knot of his.

As his flow ultimately ceased, we both stood in our embrace, panting. I became aware of the members of the audience talking now, voices colored with amazement at what they had just witnessed. I was sweating so hard, I could not tell if their comments were making me blush. I could perceive no change in heat at my cheeks.

After a few minutes, Buster dismounted from my back, executing that curious twist that male dogs can do while knotted to their bitch. We both yipped quietly as the movement tugged at our privates painfully, and then he settled, obviously facing away from me, since I felt his ass pressed against mine, and his tail flicking over my back from time to time.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the servants will be serving refreshments as we wait for our breeding couple to come apart. Please feel free to inspect them both more closely during this time,” the Master announced.

Now I was certain I was blushing. The heat of my lust had dissipated, and I could sense people coming for a closer look. Some even pried my ass cheeks apart to get a better look at Buster’s knot filling my vaginal opening, making comments as they did so. This feeling of abject humiliation fueled my current state of submission, though. My feeling of humiliation was well blended with the thrill of acceptance of what was happening. After all, I had no choice in the matter.

I did, however, have time to think. As much as I get pleasure from being Buster’s bitch, one thing troubles me deeply. Each time he fucks me, it seems to take longer and longer for my cunt to return to some semblance of normal size. His cock and knot stretch me out more and more. After a session with him, I have, in the past, been easily fisted in my cunt by women, and yes, even by men, with their even larger hands! I worry that ultimately no man will be able to find satisfaction in fucking my cunt! It will be ruined for that purpose! These dark fears washed through my mind as I knelt there.

Time passed. How long a time, I have no way of knowing. There was the clink of glassware as people sipped drinks. Buster tugged experimentally a few times, testing if he could release himself. Finally, during one tug, I felt seepage of dog cum along the edge of the knot, and Buster pulled himself free with a lewd squelching noise, followed by a cascade of dog semen gushing from my cunt and down my thighs. I heard Buster’s paws pad along the floor as he was led away.

I expected to be led back to the small room, where my blindfold could be removed, and I could clean up and dress. That is what I expected.

Instead, I heard the Master’s voice again as he addressed the crowd. “As you know, after the bitch was paraded before you, we held a sealed bid auction for the privilege of using this new bitch after her performance.”

I could barely believe what I was hearing. Someone was going to use me now, after Buster? But I remembered the first time I had visited this house. That time, the Master himself had used me to dispel the lust created by watching me get fucked by a dog. Apparently, this was a normal part of the proceedings. So this is what that mysterious glance between Alison and Mistress meant. They knew this was going to happen, and did not want to tell me about it ahead of time. After all, at that point I was so nervous I was shaking. Now, in my present state of acceptance, the idea of being fucked, blindfolded, before this crowd stoked my fires of exhibitionism. I waited in anticipation as the Master continued, fearful that the man chosen might blurt out how useless my cunt is!

This has never happened before in our auction. We have a tie – equal bids, and most generous bids they are, by the way. This bitch apparently impressed both gentlemen even before such a stellar performance as we all just witnessed. I bet at this point several more of you wish that you had bid higher. I will point out the winners, without, of course, naming names. You sir, and you sir. Please come forward. Disrobe as much, or little, as you wish.”

I heard chairs scrape, and footsteps drawing nearer, plus the hiss of zippers and the rustling of clothes.

To decide who goes first, we will have a coin toss,” the Master explained. “You, sir. Please call it in the air.”

A voice I did not recognize said, “Tails… because that is what I plan to use,” as a flicking sound indicated that the coin was arcing upward. This remark brought a polite titter from the crowd.

Tails it is,” the Master stated. “You can have your pleasure with it first.”

I felt hands seize my ass cheeks as a turgid cock slithered down my ass crack to plunge into the gaping hole of my vagina. I was mortified that I barely felt his cock touch my vaginal walls. The person would obviously get no friction in that hugely dilated opening, so I had to assume he was just lubing his cock with the mix of my own meager amount of cum mingled with the copious discharge of Buster’s. Someone pulled the butt plug from my tight ass hole, and the penis was shoved inward. I gasped aloud from the wonderful feeling of fullness in my nether hole and groaned happily as whoever it was started his fucking action back there.

My attention was caught by a whispered conversation taking place near my head. “Oh yes,” I heard the Master say. “You may use its mouth as you wait.”

Mistress whispered into my ear, “Open your mouth, pet. You are doing very well.”

I knew what was coming, so it was no surprise as another cock entered my mouth as soon as I opened it. I inhaled a musky male scent wafting from his crotch. A spicy masculine taste danced across my taste buds. My tongue greeted the head of the cock, exploring its rim. When it had entered, it was only partially erect, but my avid sucking, encouraged by the delicious sensation of the cock in my ass plunging in and out, soon had it fully turgid.

Hands now grasped my head, and their owner began fucking my mouth. Keeping my teeth well back, I tightened my lips around the shaft to give him more friction. I savored the blissful feeling of being fucked at both ends simultaneously. By this point, I was oblivious to the crowded room. My world of darkness consisted of four hands holding me tightly in position, and the cocks sliding along my sensitive tissues, along with the slap of ball sacks at my chin and pussy lips.

Mistress started whispering in my ear, “Oh what a naughty little bitch you are. Dog cum is oozing out of your pussy. And you have all these people watching these men fuck you.”

That triggered me into another orgasm, and my cunt started pressing even more fluids out onto my thighs. As my hips churned and my ass clenched the cock rooting around in it depths, the man behind me slammed his cock in as far as he could and held it there as it started squirting. “I’m cumming!” he yelled, as his semen heated my rear tunnel. As his flow slowed, he gave a couple of final thrusts before pulling his cock free and wiping it on my ass cheeks.

The cock that had been fucking my face disappeared from my mouth, and I heard footsteps and felt air currents disturbed as that man hurried around behind me. My ass hole must have still been dilated, and oozing seminal fluid, because that second cock rammed into me so fast and hard that I voiced a loud grunt as his balls slapped my sensitive pussy lips.

Already aroused from using my mouth, this person started fucking my ass using his cock like a jackhammer. I had been on my hands and knees when both ends of my body were being used. But these rapid jabs caused me to drop down to my elbows in an attempt to stabilize myself. Perhaps in a mimicry of how Buster used his paws, my ass fucker grabbed my waist with both hands, pulling my hips back into his pounding thrusts. Someone, I assumed it had to be my Mistress, began teasing my clit with a finger, and I exploded into a series of orgasms that felt like a string of firecrackers were going off! I howled and churned on those penetrations of my nether region as I experienced climax after climax.

Just as the penis in my ass started twitching and unloading another volume of semen into that tunnel, Mistress whispered, “Your teats are leaking your milk all over the floor under you.” The visualization of all those people seeing me cumming so hard that my milk was ejected sent me into a final massive convulsion that drained the cock of its last few drops. The now wilting penis slid from my ass, and I dimly felt it also being wiped on my ass cheeks. I must have presented quite a sight: body gleaming with sweat, teats leaking milk, cunt leaking dog semen, ass hole gaping and expelling human cum. What a mess!

As I knelt there in my personal darkness on hands and knees, I heard the Master. Speaking with a curious catch in his voice, driven by some emotion I could not quite identify, he said, “Ladies and Gentlemen, I think you must agree that we have never seen such a stellar performance from any bitch prior to this.”

This statement was greeted with positive acclamations and thunderous applause. The room rang with the sounds. As the commotion died down, the Master said, “Mistress, thank you very much for bringing your bitch here to perform for us. I, for one, certainly hope it is the first of many such performances.”

I was assisted off the raised platform. Someone re-inserted my butt plug tail, and Mistress clipped a leash to my collar and whispered, “Come, pet.” I blindly and wearily followed the tugs, feeling more dog semen leak down my thighs with each crawling movement. The liquid cooled, evaporated, and stuck to my body in a crust. Again I visualized what the crowd must be seeing as I left the room, and, with my lust dissipating, my sense of mortification grew, but this only added a piquancy to the entire experience.

After we entered the small room, Mistress removed my blindfold, leaving me blinking in what felt like a glare of light, but was actually normal room lighting. I had been in total darkness for almost 2 hours, I was sure. Not wanting me to befoul the limousine during our ride home, Mistress removed my ‘tail’ and directed me into a small shower unobtrusively placed in a corner of the room. I showered off as much of the cum as I could, even prodding both of my holes with my fingers to empty them of their deposits.

Toweled dry and dressed once again, I walked with Mistress as we retraced our steps to the door that we had entered. The house was very quiet, so I assumed the audience had departed while I was showering. I never learned who had been present, nor even how many people.

Mistress was in an unusually pensive mood during our drive home. “Did you enjoy that, pet?” she inquired.

Yes, Mistress,” I answered, feeling my face color brightly as I admitted what an exhibitionist slut I was. “Although, I am glad you were beside me during the time the men used me.”

She explained, “The Master charges those people a lot of money to attend these special performances. Plus, he makes money from the ‘auction’ also. I could tell he was quite pleased with the way you behaved and reacted. I would not be surprised if he invites you back for more.”

My pussy and ass tingled at the thought.

She continued, “He may even send you a monetary token of his appreciation.”

Sure enough, within a week, I received an envelope which contained a ‘stipend’ check from the Master. When I looked at the amount, my eyes bulged! I had never seen that many zeros on a check before!

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