Mistress Tami and Her Sissy

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What follows is a very brutal fictional story that involves depictions of extreme violence and rough sex. It also includes bestiality and incest. While it fits the TG/Authority genre, it also uses themes from many others.

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When I arrived home an hour after she left me at the gas station, Mistress Tami was waiting for me. Naked now, and showered so that all the grime and marker was washed away, she held a wooden cane in her hand as she lounged on the couch.

"About time faggot" She said angrily. then added "panties and dress off, bend over the table."

Mistress Tami rarely disciplined me in the living room, usually taking me to our padded and soundproof basement. Not that the neighbors could hear us, there was a nice tree line separating the houses and they were over 100 yards away, but still the cane would make me scream and we usually did that in the basement.

"Twenty lashes. No warmups. I expect your ass to bleed by the third or I'll give you twenty more." Mistress told me sternly.

I was surprised she was this mad. But I learned a long time ago to never be too surprised. Twenty strokes with the cane was going to be real torture. Forty would likely make me pass out from the pain. Of course she had smelling salts for that. It would not be the first time she had used them to wake me up to continue my punishment.

SWAT!

The cane came down hard and I screamed. Tami laughed. "Yes bitch. Scream. I want to hear it. No blood yet.

I lost track of the blows. She used the smelling salts to wake me up after what she told me was 36. I had started bleeding on the 2nd stroke. But she had determined that it was not enough blood so I must not have meant it. And because I had passed out causing a delay, I would receive ten more. I did not pass out again, but I might as well have. The pain sent me into another place. When the last blow landed I could feel the blood running down my ass cheeks and legs, soaking into the sheer black stockings that I was still wearing.

"Clean yourself up and be in your cage in 15 minutes or you'll get 50 more strokes" Mistress Tami told me.

I was showered, and ready to enter my cage in 12 minutes. Mistress stopped me and told me to lean over. I was still bleeding some, so she took a salve and rubbed in on the welts and wounds on my ass. She then gave me a diaper to put on. It was a diaper meant for adults, but patterned like a child's diaper. We were not much into the adult/baby play, but there were times that some of the items came in handy. to complete the look I was given a pink onesie that had "mommy's sissy" written on it, and some long pink and white striped thigh high fluffy socks.

I was locked in the small cage and a blanket was tossed over it. The lights went out and I heard Mistress climb into bed. I hoped she had not meant what she said about the kennels.

The next morning I was left in the cage well after dawn. Again the diaper came in handy as I could not hold my pee. When Mistress let me out the diaper was heavy and wet. I was sent to the shower again ,and this time I was not given a time limit. I took my time doing my normal daily routine. I had had laser hair removal so shaving wasn't necessary, but I ran a razor over my body anyway just to make sure. I took my time washing and reapplied salve to my still very sore and welted ass. When I got to my room I noticed that the only thing laid out was a pair of Wal-Mart opaque thigh high stockings and a lacy garter belt to hold them up. That made me gulp.

Tami laid out my outfit daily, and though I often changed several times the first outfit was always chosen and ready for me. That only the thick thigh high stockings and a lacy garter belt were on the bed made me afraid. The Kennelmaster did not allow clothing, but made exceptions for stockings and garters, which he seemed to enjoy. Particularly white. Sheer, delicate nylon stockings would not last ten minutes at the kennels, but the thick white opaque stockings from Wal-Mart, while inexpensive, actually held up surprisingly well. Both Tami and I spent a lot of time wearing nylons without shoes, as she didn't like them and I wasn't allowed to wear them, so we were well versed in what brands hold up the best.

I touched up my red nail polish on my fingers and toes as I did everyday, and when it dried I pulled on the stockings.

I went downstairs to see Tami sitting on the couch wearing a robe with pajama bottoms and slippers.

"Are you ready for the kennels bitch?"

I dropped to my knees. "Yes Mistress Tami."

I was not. I had been there once and hoped to never go again. Tami had been there with me the last time and knew what I was in for.

Tami was an extremist when it came to humiliation, pain and torture. Both giving and receiving. Though perhaps I felt she was an extremist giving pain because I was the only person she ever truly beat. With almost everyone else she was a submissive, and enjoyed receiving pain and humiliation as much as anyone I had ever met.

"Wait in the car faggot." Mistress told me.

"Yes, Mistress Tami," I said, and rose to my feet. I walked out of the house naked except for my stockings. The sun was out and my red nail polish was barely visible through the thick white nylon. I took my place on my knees in front of the SUV, which is where I knelt if I did not know who was driving, and waited. Mistress Tami came out of the door, and to my shock was also naked except for an identical pair of stockings and garter belt.

She walked to the car and told me she was driving. I quickly opened her door and helped her in, then ran to my side. She could see the question on my face.

"The Kennelmaster said he was full and could not take you for several months. I asked him if he had ever had an 8 month pregnant woman in the kennels before and offered to give myself to him as well if he would take you. He made room. We are only going for the next two days, so expect them to be very violent."

I said nothing.First I knew that the normal stay was a week, so not only did he fit us in, but in a short timetable. I knew she was right about it being extremely violent in that short of a time. I also knew she started her maternity leave the night before, so she did not have to worry about the marks that the Kennelmaster was sure to leave.

Also, I did not like the idea of Mistress being in the kennels with our babies inside her. Of course by our babies, they were ours in the physical sense.

I had never been allowed to have sex with Mistress Tami. Even on our wedding night, an event where I wore the dress and stockings without shoes, and she wore a balck suit with balck stockings and 4" pumps, she consumated the marriage by fucking my ass with a large strapon. And then she had 6 men black me fuck her in front of me, and then me in front of her.

The babies were still mine though, she had collected my seman through prostate milking (I had never had a real orgasm since I met her) and then she used the semen she collected to inseminate herself.

I knew I would never be their father and I knew she did this in order to have white babies to teach. either to be a cuckoldress whores if a girls, or cuckold faggots if a boys. That we had twins coming was even more exciting for her and to her bulls.

I knew this because I was raised in a similar situation. My mother had cuckolded my dad.

I never called him dad, or referred to him as "him". I only do so now because otherwise it is even more confusing than it already is.

Dad was always Sissy Megan. "He" was Mistress Mommys sissy btch. I was raised knowing that it was my destiny to also be a sissy. I never owned any boys clothing and was homeschooled by Sissy Megan, who wore a sheer blouse and short skirt and thigh high stockings when teaching. My lessons included math, science, a lot of pys ed, and of course sexual education. Sissy Megan taught me how to suck cock and how to take cock in the ass, using several of Mistress Mommys bulls. Her penis was locked in a chastity cage of course too of course so while I longed to suck it, I never could. The course "human toilet" was one that most people probably do not get in school. But I got it. And if you think men like being with a mother and daughter at the same time, they fucking lovefucking a sissy dad and sissy son.

My sisters all went to regular school, being taught to not talk too much about home life and that they were very superior to Sissy Megan and I. Sissy Megan was their slave as well, fram as early as they could make it so. Sissy Megan was their sissy bitch as much as she was Mistress Mommys.

Mistress Tami and I had a prearranged marriage. Mistress Mommy (who allows me to just call her Mommy) was friends with Mistress Kelly (Mistress Tami's mom,who I also call Mistress Mommy). Mistress Kelly was married and had a son and two daughters before she had Mistress Tami.

Their life was normal, until when the son was 14 and Mistress Tami was only 3, Mistress Kelly's husband took off with another woman. He sued for, and got, custody of the son and took him away. Shortly after, Mistress Kelly was raped by several men, but the rape was stopped by a large black man. These events caused her to hate white men and see balck men as her savior. She raised her daughters to think of white men as subhuman, and to worship black men and women. Tami was not quite as racist, but also very rarely let a white man fuck her. The Kennelmaster and his hands were some of the few exceptions.

Confused? It is okay. It is confusing.

TLDR....I am a sissy bitch.

I also knew that I would never be a real parent to the twins. Mistress made it very clear that I would be treated the same when they arrived. I would assume the role of nanny to them. It would mean a lot less time with her, as she planned to continue her exploits and I would remain at home taking care of the girls. Tami also promised me that these would not be the last babies she had. She wanted a boy to turn into a sissy cuckold bitch, and she had already begun talking to some men about a breeding party later this year after she recovered.

But still, I worried about them.

But that was not my place. Because I am a stupid, worthless sissy bitch.

It took an hour to get to the kennels. As we drove down the long gravel road to the complex I could hear the dogs barking. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as we pulled up to the house.

The Kennelmaster was not out front to greet us as we pulled into a spot off the driveway into the grass next to several other cars. A large black man, who was one of his hands, was waiting there instead. We got out and walked towards him and when we got close we both dropped to our knees. Tami knew to leave everything in the car. It all would be safe here. The man held two sets of heavy chains and shackles in his hands. He dropped my set and told her to stand. She obeyed with a "Yes Sir" and he quickly locked the heavy collar to her neck and the shackles to her wrists and ankles. These were all connected with a chain. He pushed her to her knees and told me to stand, and then he repeated the process. A leash was connected to the collars and we were told to follow him. It was not necessary to tell us that we would need to do so on all fours.

The driveway was gravel and hurt, and the man walked fast. We were pulled across the gravel, onto the grass and then around the house to the kennels. This area was dirt and mud mostly, and both of us were led to seperate cages in long rows of identical such cages. There must have been a hundred dogs here and they were barking non-stop. Mostly large mean looking dogs, the cages were dotted with other human beings. All shackled like Mistress Tami and I, and in various states of their stay. Speaking would result in a beating so severe you may not recover from it, so we did not dare to talk to anyone there. Even if we had wanted to, the noise from the dogs would have made talking impossible. The man said nothing as he locked us away. There was a bowl of wet dog food and a large bowl of water in the cage. For the duration of our stay, if we were fed, it would be wet dog food.

The nme "the Kennels" was given for obvious reasons. It was a kennel farm.

But that mattered not because of the physical reality. It mattered for the reason you thought it might when you heard the name.

Every slave brought here would be given to the dogs at some point. If you had pleased the Kennelmaster then maybe it would be one dog, and the dog would have leather gloves over its paws protecting you from the nails, and a muzzle on its mouth. If you did not please the Kennelmaster then you might be taken by multiple dogs with no muzzle and no gloves. The scars on my upper back were because Tami had said I was not to be given any quarter. The matching scars in her back were because she requested to be given none as well. I wondered if Tami would be taken by the dogs this time too. Certainly not in her state right?

It was an old establishment. Mistress Mommy had served time there under the current Kennelmasters father. Sissy Megan and all my sisters had been there too. The current Kennelmaster was a large man, who believed only in extreme brutality. Broken bones and lifetime scars were not uncommon.

It was hot that day and the cages provided no protection from the sun. My skin was red when the sun started to set and I tried to get some sleep through the noise made that impossible.

The cages for humans were smaller than the cages for the dogs. An unsaid notice that we were beneath the dogs. The cage was not long enough to stretch out in and way too low to stand up. It was made even smaller by the fact that you had to piss and shit in that cage, and the dogs taught us to do so in a corner and then to avoid that corner. when the sun rose again on Sunday, I noticed Tami had finished her food and had already gotten a refill. Eating the wet dog food was her way of showing the Kennelmaster how good of a girl she was. She was eating the new bowl when another hand, also black, came to get her. He unlocked her cage and dragged her out by her hair. He then strapped a metal muzzle to her face and led her away on all fours. I did not have to wait long before they came for me. I was not muzzled, but led away by my leash, the same direction as Mistress Tami.

I had never seen the inside of the Kennelmaster's home. Known as "the big house". I don't think any slave had. There were several large barns about 100 yards from the cages that we were always taken to. I hoped I would be taken to the same one as Mistress Tami,and was half relieved, half afraid when I saw that I was.

The shed was like the others I have seen. Made of the same unfinished wood inside that I have received multiple splinters from, this one also had the same bare light bulbs that provided the same poor lighting. Multiple chains and hosts and metal anchors decorated the ceiling and walls and floors.

I have been to a lot of houses that have various interpretations of "dungeons", but they all have padded benches and nice lighting and well painted walls. This is not that same. These sheds are not built to appeal to the casual BDSM circles. They are not even designed to appeal to the hardcore circles. These sheds are purpose built. Not to appeal to anyone but the sadists that run it. The people who are brought into them are not supposed to enjoy the experience. Unlike almost all BDSM circles, this is not a place for mutual happiness.

I was pulled into the shed by the leash faster than I could crawl. I was short of breath when I finally entered. It was fucking hot in there. We are in the south in august. The heat and humidity were oppressive outside. Inside this wooden box it was a sauna.

When I saw the Kennelmaster I knew this was for real. The Kennelmaster did not attend most beatings. He was always present when the dogs got loose on the slaves, but most of the day to day beatings, as violent as they were, were all handled by the sadistic hands that he employed. He searched the world for the most violent people he could find, many of them coming from other countries. His hands knew his methods and delivered beatings per his commands. That he was present already frightened me.

I was pulled into a corner of the shed and put on my knees.. The Kennelmaster was in the middle of the large shed wearing knee high leather boots, a leather harness on his chest, and a piss stained white jock strap around his waist. In his right hand was a long leather bullwhip coiled up. Tami was on all fours, unrestrained, in front of him, naked except for the stockings. She was looking at his boots like the slave slut she was to him. Her large belly, full of two girls, was almost touching the rough wooden floor. She was covered in the mud from the kennel she had spent the night in.

"You know," the Kennelmaster said quietly, "that I am making an extremely large exception for you letting you come this quickly"

"Yes Kennelmaster ." Mistress Tami replied, not looking up, but staring at his boots.

"Do you know that I have at least a six month backlog?"

"No Kennelmaster " She admitted

The speed in which he uncoiled the bullwhip and brought it down onto her back was so fast I barely saw it happening. But I heard the almost deafening crack of the whip breaking the speed of sound, and saw the blood shoot from Mistress Tamis back as the whip broke open the skin. She collapsed against the rough wood floor under the pressure and screamed in pain.

"On all fours cunt!" He screamed at her

She resumed her position as quickly as she could

"Yes Kennelmaster ." Mistress Tami relined, not looking up, but staring at his boots

The Kennelmaster stood in front of her for several seconds.

"Hang her" He said evenly to the hands in the shed.

Three men moved quickly. A heavy leather hood was pulled over her head and buckled into place. She was pulled to her feet and equally heavy leather gloves were placed on her hands, locking around the wrists. There were several chains hanging from pulley's attached to the ceiling and her wrists were hooked to one, which was quickly pulled up, hoisting her completely off the floor with her hands above her, with her feet several inches from the floor.

The chain was not fixed to anything else, so she was able to spin as well as swing. The Kennelmaster walked up to her and began spinning her back and forth. I knew she would get dizzy fast. The hands laughed at her swinging there. The Kennelmaster pulled over a table from the side and grabbed a couple heavy zip ties. He used them to tightly bind Mistress Tamis very large pregnant tits until they turned purple. He then attached two very ugly and heavy looking clamps to her engorged nipples, causing milk to drip from the, and her to scream in pain. Her scream was loud even though the heavy hood muffled it. He smiled at that. Her hood had only two small holes for breathing, both at her nose, and I watched as he put a piece of electrical tape over the holes, cutting off all oxegen to her. He then walked around her back, as she sufffocated and grabbed a light flogger. He began beating her severely on her back for several seconds before he removed the tape allowing her a small amount of air again. I could see her body convulsing as she tried to get air through the tiny holes. Blood was now running down her back and soaking onto her once white stockings, now covered in filth. He let her struggle for a few seconds, then replaced the tape and began beating her thighs with the flogger. Again after a minute or so he removed the tape. He repeated this process a few times, always working a different part of her body as she hung there unable to breathe.

"Legs up and back" The Kennelmaster said to his hands. Rough pieces of rope were quickly attached to her ankles and her legs were pulled back behind her and spread open. This gave him easy access to her cunt and ass. He took some long needles from the table and began shoving them into her pussy lips and clit. She was screaming as he pieced each one. He then told his hands to make her ino "a zipper".

They did this by walking around her body and attaching clothespins to her skin every inch or so. They attached hundreds, and each man was running a piece of line under the pins he was placing. All of these ropes were led back to the Kennelmaster. Once this was finished he told his men to rape mistress Tamis pireced and bloody cunt. Their cocks had to push against the long metal needles that remained in place, causing her even more pain

A call went out on the radio, and more men showed up. In all I watched as 8 men brutally fucked Mistress Tami's cunt. And as each one came, the Kennelmaster pulled hard on one of the lines, causing all of the clothespins to be violently removed from Mistress Tamis body.

I was crying. I could not help myself and had started sobbing loudly. The Kennelmaster was very displeased and told a hand to remove me and let me cry in my cage. I was quickly hauled off by my leash and mostly dragged back to my cage. The hand laughed as he used his boot to push me into the cage, pulling out his thick, uncut cock and pissing all over me before he left.

The sun had started to set tby the time they came for me again. I was led back to the same shed. The Kennelmaster was seated in a wooden chair drinking water and smoking a cigarette. Mistress Tami was hanging in the shed still, her legs cut free but still not touching the ground. Her hood had been removed. The needles and clamps too. She was naked now her stockings were almost totally gone. I could see her breathing, but her head was hanging down. Her head had been shaved bald with a pair of clippers I saw on the table. clumps of her once long hair were on the floor and pieces covering her body. The floor was stained with blood and sweat and other fluids. I could also see welts and even broken skin on her belly. They had whipped her there.

"You're turn faggot" The Kennelmaster said. "Lets wake this fucking cunt up first so he can watch" With that he stood up and put his cigarette out on her ribs. She screamed and her head jerked up. I could see that she had been hit in the face a few times as her lip was fat and her eyes were already turning black.

"Take her down" The Kennelmaster ordered and she was lowered and the restraints removed. A rope was secured around her neck and she was led to the corner I watched from. I was pulled to the middle and my heavy restraints were removed. A rough rope was tied around my chest as a harness, then my arms were pulled behind me and tied tightly. The rope was run around my thighs and next and attached to the chain. I was hoisted up, my weight pretty well distributed. My ankles were roped and pulled back behind me much like Mistress Tami had been hung. A large open mouth gag was pulled into my mouth and padlocked on behind my head.

Clamps were attached to my nipples and tied to a hook in the floor. The Kennelmaster started by using a flogger on me. Everytime he hit me I moved and that caused the lines holding the nipple clamps to pull on them. He laughed as I yelped in pain. He hit me a few dozen times with the heavy flogger and then told me to tell him how much I loved cock. It was not easy with the gag in place, but I began trying my best to tell him. He laughed as I mumbled and said he couldn't understand. He told me to beg for cock. I tried, looking up at him and pleading with my eyes to try and obey him. He laughed at that, telling his men to look at my desperate eyes.

"Lets give the faggot her cock." Another radio call went out and men began arriving. As they were coming in, a metal ring was attached to my. I was in chastity of course, and this fit right under the cage. Very heavy weights were attached and began pulling on my balls. Then the Kennelmaster took a small leather stick and began whipping my balls and the wights. I was screaming with every hit and he told the hand to shut me up. I was backhanded in my face very hard, causing my lip to bleed. He yanked my head back and shoved his thick cock inside gagging me. He had not showered recently and I could taste the dirt, sweat and piss on his cock. He laughed an asked if I could also taste the ass of the faggot he wasj ust fucking a few minutes ago. As he violently fucked my mouth, two other hands began using wooden rods to beat my body. Another began using one on the soles of my feet.

Despite almost never wearing shoes Mistress Tami demanded that I take good care of my feet, scraping dead skin off, using a foot spa at home and using a lot of lotion. This meant that unlike most people who went without shoes, my feet never were allowed to develop a thick skin. Therefore walking across unfinished ground hurt like it would most people. The rods being taken to my delicate soles hurt very badly. the nylons did not protect my feet at all.

Kennelmaster was letting another hand beat my balls now and was walking around me watching the team of men abuse me. The man fucking my mouth pulled out and blew a thick load all over my face. A set of hooks were placed into my nose and a string was pulled back to the chain behind me, now forcing my head to stay up which made my mouth a nice little fuckhole for his men. A cock was quickly placed there and shoved into my throat. I gagged on it and spit ran out of my mouth as he paid no attention to my gags and fucked me hard.

I felt the man stop beating my balls and someone entered my ass. They did not use lube and although I was fucked pretty regularly by men and dildos, it hurt going in raw. The men using rods on my feet and body did not let up for a second and I continued to get beaten. I could feel blood running down my ribs and stomach, The heavy weights attached to my balls were swinging quickly and the ropes on the nipple clamps pulled as I was being fucked hard by these two men. The man in my ass came faster than the one in my mouth. But both shot their loads inside of me. I could not swallow the cum in my mouth so even with my head pulled back it began running down my lips and chin. A cock quickly filled my ass and I moaned like a whore when it did. honestly I loved getting fucked in my ass and While the first one hurt, now that I was lubed up this felt good. The weights on my balls, the beatings I was taking and the clamps on my nipples distracted me, but still, I loved cock in my ass and moaned like the faggot wore I was. The man who stepped in front of me didn't put his cock in my mouth, instead he stood just before it and began pissing. I could not swallow but could taste the thick, salty warm stream on my tongue. He shoved his cock in mid stream pushing the rest of his piss directly down my throat. I gagged on it but did manage to contain most of it. He then began fucking my mouth. The guy in my ass took a cue from the guy in my mouth and after I felt his warm load of cum shoot into my guts, he didn't pull out. Instead I began to feel another warm stream and knew he was filling my ass with his piss too. He pulled out and told me to hold his piss in tightly. The man in my mouth finished rewarding me with his salty hot cum and was not immediately replaced.

"Keep that piss in your ass for twenty lashes, and you'll get rewarded. Fail to, and you will be punished" I heard the Kennelmaster say. "Let's give you some motivation" he laughed, and dragged Mistress Tami so that she was kneeling just under the weights hanging from my balls."Open that mouth you dirty cunt" He instructed her. I could not see her but knew my failure would push that mess into her waiting mouth.

The twenty lashes were with the bullwhip, and I could not contain the piss for even the first stroke. I released the load of piss and the loads of cum out of my ass. I heard her gag and the Kennelmaster screamed at her to swallow it all. I started crying at the thought of Mistress Tami doing it, and knew I would pay dearly for it later.

The next 19 lashes broke the skin on every stroke. I was shaking and crying from the humiliation of failing to protect Mistress Tami, the fear of her retribution, and the pain that was attacking my body from all angles. After the last stroke I was violently fucked by the hands. At that point I could not keep track of how many cocks entered me, how many loads of piss and cum I took, or how many strokes I recieved. I balled the entire time. I have no idea how much time passed but after what seemed like hours, the hands mostly left. The hooks from my nose were removed and my head fell forward. I think I slept for a bit, or maybe passed out. I was not sure. but I knew that I was wide awake when the cattle prod was touched to my already very hurt balls.

The electric shock was unlike anything I had ever received. I screamed through the gag until I lost my voice. Then it was touched to my exposed and raw asshole. Then the sole on my left foot. Then my right. Then back to my balls twice.

A bag was placed over my head and I was unable to breath as the prod was touched to my asshole several times and then my feet again. but it was the violent kick to my balls, along with the now completely gone oxygen that made me pass out. Smelling salts brought me back. Mistress Tami was gone. The Kennelmaster too. A man in a leather apron and leather gas mask stood in front of me with the prod. He removed my gag. He then uncliped the heavy nipple clamps, which caused me to scream as blood rushed back into my tits. Then he removed the weights and then the ring from my balls. He lowered the chain and united my ankles, putting me on my knees on the rough floor. My arms still tied behind me he told me to open my mouth and suck his cock. He removed the apron and was naked now except for the gas mask and thigh high leather boots. I immediately took his cock into my mouth and sucked him for all I was worth. Every millimeter of my body hurt and my jaw was on fire but I gave this man everything I had. He rewarded me with a nice sized load of his cum. Like I said, I am a whore and this was very rewarding to me. I swallowed gratefully. He stroked my hair and called me a good girl. I smiled and closed my eyes and started to thank him. but before I could a bag was placed over my head and I couldn't breathe again. And then the cattle prod was applied to my left cheek.

I woke up with the Monday sun beating down on me. I was caged, the dogs were barking and Mistress Tami was nowhere to be seen. I was covered in mud and god knows what else. I managed to make it to my bowl of water and drank almost all of it. I hated the wet dog food, but knew I needed strength so I forced myself to eat it. I had almost half of it down when the man came for me. I was leashed and pulled out of the cage and I saw the other slaves still locked in their cages looking at me.

We went not to a shed, but to a metal building in the middle. I knew what was about to happen.

This was our last day and this is where the dogs were used. Before I entered I was stopped, and a man used a hose to wash the mud and shit that had been caked on me, off. I looked at my once white stockings. They were clean now but stained brown, black, red and yellow. Surprisingly they were mostly intact and I had a passing thought that Wal-Mart might be interested in the ordeal that they stockings survived.

When I entered the building I saw the Kennelmaster seated in his normal large chair. Mistress Tami was next to him. She was standing, unrestrained except for the metal collar that was around her neck and a chain hanging from it. She was wearing a white silk robe that fell to her bare feet, her bright red toenails showing. She had two black eyes and a fat lip, but had obviously been showered and cleaned.

I was led just in front of her.

"Your Mistress is something else." The Kennelmaster spoke "She endured a lot for you to be here, and you failed to protect her at all."

"Yes Kennelmaster" I spoke, though my voice was almost gone from the screaming I had done.

"I offered to take her to the Big House last night, but in the end, she is a stupid whore and said she deserved the cages. So she went. But today I made her clean herself for this." He went on. "Today we are doing things a bit different"

I heard the door open behind me and I knew dogs were being let in.

"Today not only will I watch as my dogs savagely fuck you both, but I will watch as you two worship them."

He stood and Mistress Tami followed him without being told to. I turned to watch them. The ground in the metal building was unfinished and I watched the long white silk robe drage the dirt as she walked barefoot towards a large dog that was positioned with its front paws on a bench and its hind legs on the ground. I watched as Mistress Tami sunk to her hands and knees underneath the large animal, and took his large red member into her mouth.

"That's right bitch, suck my dogs dick like he's your fucking master. I was pulled closer to them and positioned right next to her. I watched her as she worked the massive animal's cock with her mouth. The dog had no control and did not last long. I saw him tense and shoot his load into the mouth, which she then swallowed completely. She continued to suck him until flaccid, and then licked his cock clean as she would any man. She then spoke to me for the first time since arriving.

"Do you think the girls liked that breakfast"

The dog was removed but Mistress Tami remained, and I watched as she orally serviced six more dogs cocks, swallowing them all.

When she was done with the last one she sat up and stripped off her silk robe. She knew what was next. She was taken to a bench next to the one that the dogs mounted and was strapped to it, with her ass high in the air and her legs spread. The next dog was led in and was led to her. He quickly mounted Mistress Tami and shoved his cock into her. He trusted rapidly and violently and filled her womb with his animal seed. The next dog missed her cunt and got into her ass. He did not care, nor did she, squealing with pleasure as the knot popped into her anus. His cum came quick too. As did the next 10 dogs that mounted and fucked my very pregnant wife in whichever hole they found first. The last dog was just finished when Mistress Tami begged the Kennelmaster to release her so that she may prove her loyalty and love to him. He allowed her to be unlocked from the bench and she turned herself around, taking the animals now flaccid member into her mouth she sucked and worked until she made him cum again. This won approval from everyone watching.

"One more load for the stupid cunts I'm breeding to feast on". She said out loud.

The Kennelmaster spoke "How about something to wash that down?" A hand came out with a large cup. "Your choice. You have earned it. But I thought you may enjoy some fresh piss from the dogs as well."

Tami smiled, took the cup offered, and drank the entire thing in one long drink.

She rose. She pulled her silk robe from the ground and asked permission to rejoin the Kennelmaster at his side. He approved.

It was my turn.

The first dog was already mounted on the bench.

I am ashamed to admit that I was excited. I know of course that had I admitted it then, some severe punishment would have been imagined up. Or maybe they knew. Maybe they liked that I was excited. Mistress Tami had sucked and fucked over a dozen dogs that morning, but I knew her pleasure was from the degrading humiliations of the acts. She did not enjoy a dogs cock inside her, she enjoyed the idea, and that everyone watched it.

I tuned the world out. I wanted that big red cock. I wanted it in my mouth and my ass. I wanted the cum. I took a second to let my mind enjoy this. I was naked except for my very dirt white thigh highs and lacy garter belt. My metal chasity cage was heavy on my tiny penis. My body ached from the severe beatings it had taken. And I was happy.

When I got to that beautiful animal's cock I took it in my mouth like a $1000 whore. I wanted to let that animal know that it was my master and that my worthless holes belonged to it. I sucked that magnificent beast until I Was rewarded with his hot load. Another dog was being prepared to mount the bench when I felt yet another one behind me. I reponded like the cock whore I am and dropped my hips and trust out my faggot ass to allow that one deep in my bowels. I moaned in pleasure as his knot pushed past my asshole and deep inside of me. The next one for me to suck was mounted and I took his red thick cock in my mouth. I started thrusting my hips and working my mouth trying to race myself to make each dog cum. I didn't know how long I had and made it my mission to make these beasts cum as fast as I could so that I could take as many loads as possible.

It was 40.

40 dogs unloaded their cum into my body. I lost count and was told that later by Mistress Tami. They had to get more dogs. They were so impressed that they didn't even punish me for liking it so much. I didn't like it. I fucking loved it I loved how dirty and raw it was. I loved the dogs fuking my holes with no thoughts other than how to get their cum into me as fast as possible.

I was injured. My asshole had been fucked raw to the point that it ripped and bled. The animals had not been properly gloved or muzzled and my skin had been torn by nails and teeth. I needed to see a doctor probably for some of the wounds but I did not care. I was happy.

My happiness faded after the last of the dogs was pulled away and I was allowed to recover. Laying in the dirt, the cum from the dogs leaking from my ass and filling my belly. In that time I had forgotten my Mistress. I forced myself to my knees and looked at her. She said something to the Kennelmaster, that I could not hear, and he nodded yes. She rose from her knees and came towards me. She seemed to glide. Her still virgin white silk robe covering her, her very pregnant belly pushing against it, her bare feet almost gliding towards me.She stopped in front of me. Put her hand on my face and said "good sissy".

I smiled up at her. I was proud to be her sissy.

"Hands, lead them out." The Kennelmaster ordered.

We were led back to our car. Neither of us could drive and so we were placed in the back seat and a Hand took the wheel, with another one following to give this one a ride home. We rode in silence for the trip, pulling into our driveway in the early afternoon. We got inside and both showered separately, for a very long time. We helped each other dress the wounds we had received and I dressed myself in a thin silk, sheer white nightgown and some delicate white thigh high stockings, covered by another thin sheer robe. Mistress Tami went with a thick light pink cotton robe that fell to her feet and nothing underneath. I prepared a small dinner and we went to our bedroom early, Mistress invited me to sleep in bed with her. As I turned off my lamp she told me that she had ordered two dogs from the Kennelmaster and that they should arrive the next day. I smiled at that thought.

The last thing she said stopped that smile. It was made even worse by the sweet and innocent voice in which she said it.

"By the way, don't think I forgot about you shitting all over me in the shed. You are going to regret that."