Miss’ Pet Receives Another Birthday Orgasm

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“Pet, it’s time to get you ready for the party.”

Miss Claudia was hosting another party for her friends, and we were on the back deck preparing. Miss had explained to me that King’s party was such a hit last time, that Miss Susan wanted Her Birthday party today to be similar.

I was disappointed to hear my 50th birthday party rechristened as King’s party, but I couldn’t deny the logic of it. It’s hard to call a dog’s cum-dump and urinal the focus of the party when the dog Himself so clearly stole the show.

The biggest difference with today’s party is that I wouldn’t be expected to serve the Ladies. Just to play with King. To that end, Miss fitted my hands with special mittens, folding my hands into paws and rendering them useless for manual dexterity. No opposable thumbs for me today.

Next She fitted padded leg bindings over my legs, preventing me from being able to stand up, or do anything but walk around on my knees. At least they were well padded and should remain comfortable all day long.

Lastly She gingerly placed a pair of dog ears on a headband onto my head, almost like a regal crown.

“Today, my pet, you are not my obedient human subby. Today you are my loyal doggy. Which means, no human words from you today. You’ll only communicate with barks, growls, and yips. Just like a real dog. Do you understand? Speak boy.”

I replied the only way I was allowed today. “Arf.”

I was rewarded with a very exaggerated “good boy” accompanied with some head scratches.

I took pleasure in seeing Miss Claudia’s wide grin, knowing She was smiling because of me.

“Oh, I almost forgot. Doggies slobber a lot, don’t they. Yes they do. So I expect to see a lot of slobber from you today, doggy. Practice on this for a few minutes.” Miss grabbed from behind her a black silicon butt plug with a silicon mold of a little dog’s tail.

“Open.” I obediently opened my mouth wide, and Miss deposited the butt plug for me to lubricate.

Just then the sound of the doorbell could be heard. “I’ll be back doggy. You just get used to walking.”

I watched Miss Claudia go to receive Her friends into Her home for the party. Despite never having pretended to be a dog before, I wasn’t too nervous. I’d met all these Ladies the last time at my— at King’s party. And as embarrassing as it was to act like a dog, it was orders of magnitude less embarrassing than socking a dog’s cock and swallowing His cum. No, there’d be no surprises today.

I wobbled back and forth a bit, getting used to my “dog legs,” but before long I had gotten the hang of it. I wasn’t fast, but I was mobile. Everything was well padded, and I didn’t envision having any difficulties through the day.

Miss Claudia came back into the backyard accompanied by two women I’d never seen before; And they were young. They barely looked 20. They were both dressed identically, in smart black tuxedos with white dress shirts.

Miss noticed me staring at them and winked. “The caterers, pet. You’re obviously in no condition to be serving, and you didn’t think I’d do it myself, did you? Open.”

I complied without thinking. She removed the plug from my mouth and firmly inserted it into my butt.”

I yelped with surprise.

“And let’s take this silly apron off you. Dog’s don’t wear clothing! Oh, don’t you look a picture, pet. You’re a proper dog now. Take this.”

She held out her hand with a blue pill on her palm. I licked and swallowed it down. “Wonderful. I want My little guy showing off to His fullest.” Miss started tussling my hair, like you might with a playful puppy. It was very relaxing.

“What’s your safe word?”

“It’s ‘Vanilla,’ Miss.”

My response earned me a prompt smack on my nose with a rolled up newspaper.

“Bad doggy. Dog’s don’t talk, no matter what. ‘Vanilla’ is my subby’s safe word. ‘Bark-bark-bark’ is my puppy’s safe word. Those are the only words you’ll be permitted to say today. Say them and we’ll stop to check on how you’re doing. Say them back to me.”

I didn’t imitate a dog, but said them in clear English, albeit hesitantly. “Bark-bark-bark?”

“Good boy. Are you okay to play? Why don’t you wag your tail for me.”

“Arf.” I shaked my butt causing the tail to shake back and forth, smacking one cheek after the other. I can feel the bulb of the plug filling me with every shake.

Miss claps and giggles like a school girl, clearly delighted. “Now remember pet, you’re a dog, so do like dogs do. Explore, wander, investigate new people.”

I cringed inwardly knowing how Miss enjoyed exposing me to new people in humiliating circumstances. I further knew compliance wasn’t optional.

The Girls were setting up a portable wet bar: one preparing to be a Bartender; the other a Waitress. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself, so I took a circuitous route. But looking back on it, I’m pretty sure as a naked man acting like a dog, I was already the focus of their attention.

I approached the Waitress, still unsure exactly what I was going to do. I didn’t want to try and sniff Her crotch, or paw at Her, like a dog might. I was still well aware I was really a 6ft tall 170lb naked man, and didn’t want to do anything that could look too aggressive towards Her. So my plan settled on just walking near Her, so She could look at me, without trying to look like I was preening myself for Her.

“I think he likes you, Jess.” The Bartender said to the Waitress.

The waitress half-rolled Her eyes, replying “Gross. He looks older than my Dad.”

My ego took a huge bruising, then.

“Maybe, but I bet he’d do whatever you told him to do. And b’sides, if he got too annoying you could always just kick him in the balls. They’re right there!” The Bartender giggled at Her observation.

“Ya, but he’d probably like it.” They both openly laughed at the Waitresses remark.

Seemingly out of nowhere Miss Claudia interjected into the Girls’ conversation with a sly smile. “Oh, charles here is harmless. But yes he probably would like it.” Then She left to attend to the doorbell.

The errant thought of these young beauties touching my balls (even through a kick) kick-started the viagra’s effect, no pun intended. Miss’ little guy started to get hard, and I wanted to die of embarrassment. The girls just openly laughed.

Feeling I had sufficiently humiliated myself before the cute caterers, I turned tail and occupied myself with practicing walking on my paws and knees.

As the guests started arriving, I would bound over (as best as I could) to each Miss in turn to greet them by licking their palms. Each Miss greeted me warmly and affectionately, genuinely pleased to see me. They rubbed my hair, patted my back; most even scratched my belly. Miss June also pinched and tweaked my nipples, earning a slight moan and whimper from me.

This was a remarkable contrast from last time, at King’s party, where I wasn’t even acknowledged unless they needed me to serve them. I was little more than a fixture then, like a piece of furniture or a tool.

I could get used to this treatment.

Even without the viagra I’m sure I would have been hard by now, with so much sexual and non-sexual physical contact.

Miss Susan and King were the last guests to arrive.

I knew Miss Susan was expected — this was Her party, after all — but I didn’t know if She would bring King or not.

Despite Miss Claudia giving Miss Susan an open invitation for King to use my mouth any time, day or night, Miss Susan had not reached out to me.

I had hoped that Miss Claudia was prepping me to be the only doggy at the party — the center of attention — but I should have known Miss Susan would want Her loyal companion at Her party.

As soon as I saw King, I knew Miss Claudia’s offer was not simply a mind fuck for my benefit. I knew I would be expected to suck King’s cock and swallow his dog-cum at least once and probably several times.

My cock twitched and felt even harder at the thought, knowing how turned on Miss Claudia would be by the sight of my willing debasement in front of this audience. I took comfort knowing it wasn’t anything they hadn’t seen before.

Oh, god! Except for the two caterers! These two young beauties would forever see me as someone who sucked dog cock, seemingly unprompted. My cock let loose a string of precum.

It was one thing when Miss’ friends saw me. Sucking off a dog may not be a commonplace occurrence, even for them, but none of them is a stranger to extreme acts of submission and debauchery.

Heck, at King’s party last time, Miss’ friends would have considered my presence as a naked (or practically naked) mute servant to be boringly mundane… were it not for my secondary responsibilities as King’s urinal and cumdump. Or perhaps those were my primary responsibilities?

But these girls were already looking at me with equal parts fascination and revulsion. And I hadn’t even done anything yet!

So lost in thought was I, I hadn’t noticed that the Ladies had shepherded King and I into the middle of a clearing, with them all seated around us.

Miss Susan spoke, using Her best David Attenborough voice. “Here, we come across two dogs, meeting in their natural environment. The larger one an obvious alpha male, virile and dominant— a ‘King’ among his peers.” The ladies all chuckled at Miss Susan’s joke. “And the other: timid and meek; clearly a naturally submissive creature.

“Observe how King approaches the sub, circling him and searching out his rear. The sub will begin to do likewise, until the two are each nose to butt in a circle.”

I take my cue and crawled closer to King, angling myself to his tail and backside, while he does the same to my ass. I feel King’s wet nose probing around the base of my buttplug tail, and touching my taint.

I let out a string of whimpers.

Not only has Miss denied me permission to cum for the last 8 months, She has also not allowed me to touch Her little guy in any way for that same length of time. King’s nose is the first touch that region of my body has experienced in nearly three quarters of a year.

I can’t let myself savor the feeling — I have a role in this dance too. I press my nose against King’s asshole and make a show of sniffing deeply several times. I don’t know what King is smelling, but this is not an aroma I enjoy.

“Observe how in addition to their olfactory senses, they will engage the use of their tongues as well.”

I hadn’t observed that, but I knew it meant the Ladies were about to. I pressed my tongue against King’s asshole and licked gently around the rim. I heard Miss June yell out “Fuck ya, tongue-fuck that ass!”

Working on auto-pilot I subconsciously attempted just that, pressing my tongue as deep into King’s asshole as I could. His asshole did not relent so I instead pressed my nose as deep as I could against it and licked his taint. I tried to lick his balls but they hung down too far to reach.

I can only image the sight I presented, nose deep in the dog’s butt, mouth opened wide and tongue stretching as far down as I could reach.

I move my face lower to lick King’s balls and sucked one into my mouth where I gently massaged it with my tongue and jaw. First one ball, then the other, then both balls, bulging my cheeks to their fullest.

King meanwhile had also started licking my asshole. King was able to lick my asshole, taint and both balls simultaneously with every lick, owing to the fact my balls were so much smaller and hung down so much less than his.

“It’s important to understand,” Miss Susan carried on, “this interaction is in no way sexual to either dog. Smell and taste are a dog’s best tools to communicate with their world. What they are doing is the human equivalent of a handshake or even a friendly wave.”

“Subby must love handshakes then!”

“That’s not the only thing he loves to shake! Haha.”

King’s tongue lapping my balls was becoming too much for me to handle after my eight months of celibacy. I was shaking my hips to try and hold myself back from cumming, which aroused plenty of hoots and hollers from the Ladies as they watched both my tail and cock swing back and forth wildly.

I knew I didn’t have permission to cum, but I also didn’t know how to tell Miss how close to the edge I was without words. I tried yelling a rapid fire stream of “Arf, Arf, rough, grrrl, Arf” while my only thought was one continuous mantra of “don’t-cum-don’t-cum-don’t-cum…”

I couldn’t even think clearly enough to take King’s balls out of my mouth before my barking stretch so it only came out as a muffled gargling sound, while I squeezed my kegel muscles and trembled uncontrollably. Tears rolled down my eyes, and my body was covered with a sheen of sweat.

After a brief eternity, I couldn’t hold back any longer and several things happened at once.

Cum shot out of the cock owned by Miss Claudia (of which I am the steward to), propelled by the intense orgasm brought about by King’s tongue; my jaw squeezed closed on King’s balls and immediately sprang back open releasing his balls from my mouth as King yelped and jumped backwards in pain; King’s tongue removed its presence from my balls taking all stimuli with it, ruining my orgasm; any remaining cum my balls had expected to release with pleasurable spurts instead just dribbled out onto the ground from my still-hard cock.

Drained physically, emotionally, and of cum, I rolled onto my back beside the small puddle of my seed, taking slow, deep, full breaths

“You can see now, King, confused by an apparent act of dominance and territory marking by the sub, will attempt to reassert his own dominance and reclaim his territory.”

True to Miss Susan’s predictions, King let loose a low growl. Then with measured deliberation he marched over to the puddle of my cum, and raised a leg, proudly urinating on it.

Without lowering his leg or stopping his stream, King hopped over until he was successfully peeing on my face.

I coughed and sputtered, not expecting this additional humiliation.

King, apparently satisfied that he’d re-established himself as my dominant, proudly sauntered away.

I blinked several times trying to clear the tears and piss from my eyes, unable to use my paw-encased hands to assist, while slowly rolling back over onto my feet. … well, paws.

I heard Miss Claudia’s clear voice over the exited din of the onlookers, “Don’t forget your training, pet. Even doggies have to properly clean up their messes.”

The apparent dominance-reversal and subsequent re-reversal happened so fast I wasn’t sure what happened. Except my mantra of “don’t-cum-don’t-cum…” had morphed into “i-need-to-cum-i-need-to-cum…”

Oh, I did cum. Disappointment rang through my mind.

My body was screaming otherwise, that the fraction of a second ruined release did nothing to subdue eight months of frustration — that it didn’t count — but I knew Miss Claudia knew better than my body. It counted. And it was without permission. On top of the lack of relief, I now felt guilty for stealing an orgasm from my Miss.

Behind my self-thought, I heard Miss mention cleaning up. I leapt into action, not wanting to compound my mistake by letting the stolen orgasm be wasted.

I leaned down, to lap at the filthy puddle, which was mostly King’s piss with floating globs of my cum and various nature detritus— dirt, leaves, twigs. I lapped at it as a dog would, using my tongue to scoop and splash it into my mouth, as much as possible.

With each leg bound into a V, for walking on my knees, each time I leaned down to lap at the cum-filth cocktail, I was pivoting my waist on my knees, and thrusting my ass further up in the air.

“Oh now Ladies, this is a rare sight unfolding before us.” I heard Miss Susan resuming Her ‘Nature Narration’ as I lapped. “Apparently unsatisfied, King is approaching the sub to further dominate him vis a vie mounting.”

Mounting? That sounds familiar… what does… OH! “Arf, arf, arf!” I bolted back upright but immediately felt a large weight on top of me, the dull pinch of claws on my shoulders, and King’s head above mine, panting heavily.

The sudden weight of him sent me into a panic. “Arf, arf… BARK, arf.”

Unseen by me, Miss Claudia had risen from Her seat with a concerned look on Her face. “Pet… Charles, are you alright? Remember it’s three barks to stop… do you want to stop?”

Miss put Her hand on Miss Susan’s shoulder as a warning to pull King off me. She wouldn’t take any chances with my safety.

Before Miss Susan could comply however, I was able to vocalize my mental state: “Bark… no, arf ah ah ah, arf, arf.” I could do this. I would do this, for Miss Claudia.

Upon seeing my desire to not halt the proceedings, Miss Claudia’s concerns evaporated, to be replaced with a deep pride of Her pet’s obedience and its willingness to endure increasingly degrading experiences in Her name. She sat back down to enjoy the show with the rest of the Ladies.

I felt King’s hips rocking back and forth as his cock prodded and poked around my bottom, trying to find an opening. I was thankful for the tail Miss Claudia had inserted into my anus, effectively blocking at least one new boundary from being shattered today. Still, King didn’t appear to be ready to give up so easily, continuing to thrust in that general direction — more that a few times thrusting between my legs, rubbing his cock alongside my own.

I knew what I had to do. Moments ago, I enjoyed a ruined orgasm from King’s licking tongue, and I know there’s no universe where I should get to cum while King goes without release.

I twisted my body to lie on my back underneath him, and slid further down bringing my head closer to his crotch. He continued probing while standing over me, until His cock found an opening… in the face he’d fucked twice before.

Once he’d found a warm wet hole in which to dump his cum, he started jack-hammering non-stop. His balls slapped loudly against my chin each time while generous amounts of slimy precum lubricated my mouth and ran down my chin.

King didn’t need me to do any of the work, he just needed my face to be his passive bitch while his instincts took over.

After several minutes of constant pounding, I finally felt the dog’s thick cum erupt from his cock. The first few spurts shot straight down my throat, then they filled my mouth almost faster than I could swallow.

His balls emptied, King dismounted from my mouth, fortunately having avoided being knotted somehow, and started to explore the rest of the backyard. I flopped onto my back in the muddy ground, feeling fully used and exhausted, mumbling “Thank You, King, Sir,” momentarily too exhausted to remember I was supposed to be a doggy.

“And with the Alph Male’s show of dominance concluded, you can see he’s lost interest in the subby and begins to explore his environment. Let the party begin!”

I slowly rolled back onto my paws and knees, shocked at the realization that Miss Susan was right — the party had only just started … and I’d already done so many degrading things.

I spared a glance at the two server cuties to gauge their reaction. Both were full on staring at me— jaws dropped nearly to the ground and eyes as big as dinner plates. Neither one was making eye contact with me. They weren’t avoiding eye-contact… they just looked at me like I was a thing… an animal… a really perverse animal, but not a man.

I got hard knowing these two young women’s only impression of me is somebody who orgasmed from a dog’s tongue then willingly positioned himself to be face-fucked by that same dog.

Miss Claudia walked over, noticing my gaze towards the servers and my returning hard-on, and leaned down to pat my back and my head. Then she reached under and squeezed my balls. “Is having an audience filling these back up? If my pet’s having trouble keeping them full maybe it’s time we have these neutered— only teasing, dear! But how does it feel knowing your only orgasm this year is curtesy of a dog?”

I whimpered at the new knowledge that I wasn’t going to be allowed another orgasm for at least another six months, and that my only orgasm this year was a ruined one. I subconsciously started rocking my hips while Miss Claudia still held my balls tight.

“Careful pet. One accident I can forgive, but two and maybe I really will neuter you.” She smiled and winked, to let me know She was still teasing, but I didn’t want to take the risk, so I stopped rocking and just enjoyed the feeling of Her cradling my balls. “I wonder how many times King will cum today…”

Miss Claudia stroked my tail, tugging it a few times, then smacked my bottom loudly enough to cause me to jump forward, leaving the tail in Her hands. “Now go play, doggy. Enjoy the party.”