The Dog Park Bitch
Commissioned by Sinister, this is a teasing little story of a dickbag getting some serious comeuppance. In a previous story, he was made to wear a controlling ring that let his spouse control him and turn him into a sissy. In this story, she's pushing those buttons quite a bit further...in public.
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? The Dog Park Bitch For Sinister By Draconicon
The mind control ring was not changing him any further, but it wasn't stopping Bashira from having that same privilege. Francis grumbled in his head, even though his face didn't change in the slightest outside.
The fact that he was currently on the sidewalk, his ass out and his dick hanging down in a chastity cage didn't make him feel any better. In fact, he was blushing up a storm as people stared at him from across the street and from their cars as they passed by, and he was doing his best not to meet anyone's eyes, even as Bashira - his mistress-girlfriend - walked him on a leash.
"It's alright, little guy. You'll be fine once we get to the park."
He had some serious doubts about that. The fact that he was in long, spotted gloves and boots, the fact that he had a plug up his ass that ended in a tail, and the fact that his head was covered with big costume dog-ears made him think that he was probably more likely going to get rutted like some bitch. But even if he was right, there was no stopping it. Bashira was in charge, and he was just her bitch.
Just like he had been for the last week.
Least the damn boots are padded, he thought. The sidewalk wasn't getting the chance to hurt his knees.
They kept walking for nearly ten minutes before they reached the park gates. He was happy to get off the walkway and onto the grass, but a great deal less happy to see a real Dalmatian tied to one of the posts near the park center.
He recognized her, too. Tesla, the pet of a friend. Not a feral dog, either, but an anthro one, her breasts out in the open and her cock up and throbbing as it always was whenever her mistress let it out of its chastity cage. He groaned, trying to turn away, but his mistress-girlfriend pulled him along against his will.
Soon, he was tied to the same thing. Bashira patted him on the head, then walked over to one of the nearby benches, sitting down and pulling out her phone. He glared after her, shaking his head.
"So, what are you here for?" Tesla asked.
"My...mistress...thought that it would be a good day for me to be in public like this."
"Oh, it's fun, isn't it?"
"No...Yes...no...yes...nnnnnnnyes."
Fucking ring...
Grumbling, he pulled his legs up to his chest and tried to close his thighs around his cock and balls, but the latter were too big to be hidden by his legs. He grumbled under his breath, trying to find some position that would keep them from being so visible - and would keep him from sitting on the tail plug and driving it further up his ass - but he wasn't having much luck.
As he shuffled around, trying his fourth position, Tesla gave him a shove. He toppled over in shock, landing on his side, but before he could get up, the Dalmatian was already shoving her nose up between his legs.
"Get out of there!"
"Heh, make me."
He tried to kick her away, but no luck with that. She was stronger than he was and proved it right off the bat, holding his thigh in place. She lifted his leg, holding them apart so she could push her nose under his tail and sniff around the toy.
"Hehehe, you smell like a bitch."
"You should talk!"
"Mmm, not after what my mistress lets me do."
The bouncy Dalmatian giggled, letting go of his legs. He shut them immediately, pulling himself up to a kneeling position. It was the best he was gonna get, and at least he could cover himself that way. His cock didn't have to be exposed as long as he kept his hands over it, and as long as he felt this embarrassed, he probably wasn't going to get hard.
"Hey." Tesla poked him. "Hey."
"What?"
"You know how dogs are supposed to say hi."
"..."
"Come on, I said hi to you."
"No. No, I'm not doing that. Nope."
"Come ooooon."
She got up to all fours, wiggling her ass at him. It would have been rather sexy if it wasn't for the enormous pair of balls rather than a pussy back there. Francis turned his head, trying to ignore her -
"Mmmmph!"
Only for her to suddenly back up right into his face. Her spotted butt pinned his head right to the pole, trapping his muzzle between her ass cheeks. She must have been out running or something before, because she was musky and sweaty as all hell. One breath nearly left his head swimming.
"Come on, take a few sniffs. Get to know another dog."
"Mmmph!"
He couldn't even try and spank her away without exposing himself. He couldn't see anything past her ass, either, which really didn't make him feel good. All he could do was sit there.
And she was squishing him more and more, her butt grinding back against his face, nearly squishing it into oblivion. He groaned, trying to turn, but she had the back of his head locked against the pole and his muzzle right between the cheeks, his nose and lips pressed right up against her pucker.
There was no choice, and he knew it.
Groaning, he forced himself to take a couple of sniffs. Each time, the full weight of her musk hit him like a load of bricks, and thanks to the ring he was wearing, it went right to his cock. It bounced and twitched in the chastity cage, and suddenly the tightness of the metal locked around his dick was almost overwhelming. If it wasn't for the rump cheeks keeping him upright, he might have just fallen over and curled around his middle.
The ram tried to pull back, but Tesla grabbed him by one horn and held him there.
"Come on, give it a couple of licks."
"Mmm-mm!"
"Awww, but that'd make you a nice, good dog. And people are watching."
Watching?!
He managed to squirm enough to poke his head over the top of her ass cheeks. Seeing at least half a dozen people around, most of them pointing at him and Tesla, was bad enough. Seeing Bashira leaning back, the ram shemale's phone in hand and probably recording them, was worse...
And his cock continued to throb, begging for attention.
"Come ooooon, give me a couple of licks. I mean, there's something else you can do, but this would be more fun."
Something else! Something else!
He tried to make it clear that he wanted to do that, and either the other 'woman' spoke gagged, or she was understanding of him. She pulled her spotted butt away from his face, giving him a chance to get a breath of clean air.
However, that was spoiled almost immediately as she swung her dick around in his face, letting it bob and throb in front of him.
...Why the hell does she get enough slack to stand up and I don't? he wondered, staring up past her dick.
"Well, if you wanna be a good b-bitch..." She blushed, almost seeming to stumble over the word. "If you wanna be a good bitch, you gotta take a good dick."
"You have to be -"
"Go on, honey, do it for me."
"Oh, yes, Mistress," Francis said, his voice suddenly shifting from the grunting, grumbling voice of a ram to the high-pitched 'sissy' voice that he'd been learning.
Oh come on! Fucking mind control - oh god that's a big dick...
It bobbed in front of his face, smearing pre-cum all over his mouth before it slipped past his lips. He tasted it for a split second before it was rammed right down his throat.
"Mmmph!"
He was sure he was going to gag, but it went right down without any problems. He squirmed, throwing his arms out to the sides and flailing. Even the fact that it left his cock and balls exposed, even though he knew that his mistress-girlfriend was filming this whole thing, was not bad enough for him to be able to control himself.
Trying to grab the Dalmatian by the hips was impossible. She'd already grabbed him by the ears and was face-fucking him into oblivion. Her hips were strong, and her balls were pummeling against his chin, almost determined to knock him down, he swore. They were wrecking balls, huge, heavy, and feeling like they were constantly churning, ready to blow right down his throat.
She kept shoving him right down to her crotch, forcing him to breathe her musky scent down there. It left him nearly as lightheaded as smelling around her rump had, and he could barely breathe as she kept ramming her cock down his throat.
In, out, in, out, in -
POP. It slipped free. He gasped for breath, trying to turn his head, but Tesla just grabbed him by the muzzle, making a surprisingly cute 'hmmph' sound of her own.
"Now that was a bad bitch. Good bitches don't let go of their bones."
"But I'm not a - mmmph!"
And so it started again, pounding away at his face and throat. Pinned against the pole, he had nothing to say, and soon, nothing to think as he was publicly used.
The End