Sissy Dog Sitter

I’m a sissy, mostly still in the closet. This confession is of a fantasy, probably my most taboo one.

My boss, Charles, asks me to housesit for a week while he takes his beautiful wife on vacation to Aruba. He knows me as Roger. He’s a tall, muscular, older man. There’s no question he’s the alpha at work. He’s treats me with respect, but there’s a glint in his eye that tells me he knows what I truly am.

I get to their house at 7am. His wife gives me instructions about the house plants, lawn watering schedule, and where to leave the mail. She points out all of the food in the fridge and tells me to enjoy myself.

Charles opens the door out to the garage. “We’d better go we don’t want to miss our flight!” We go out to the garage to his running Range Rover, and that’s when I meet Bruce. “Roger,” Charles says as he’s loading their luggage, “this is Bruce. Fill his bowl with food once a day and keep his water filled. You don’t need to walk him, he has a door out to the yard.” He closes the hatch and moves to the driver door.

Bruce, a very handsome black and tan Doberman, walks over to me with his stubby tail wagging. His spiked collar only adds to his intimidating look, but he is very friendly. He sniffs my hand, licks my fingers and turns back to his large bed. As I step into the car I notice his large balls hanging between his legs.

The ride to the airport was pleasant. Charles and his wife talk about something, but I don’t listen. I cannot keep my mind from Bruce, what a handsome dog he is and how big his balls are.

We pull up to the drop off and Charles pulls out the luggage. His wife hugs me. “I always hug people at airports,” she smiles. She smells delightful and her breasts press against me. I’m very jealous of them.

“Call if you need anything,” says Charles.

“Don’t worry boss, everything will be fine,” I reply.

I leave the airport and stop by my apartment for my things. Charles gave me the week off of work, so I could manage his house. I pack my bag with only my female clothes, makeup, heels, and my two wigs. The only male items I bring are the clothes I’m wearing. I’m going to be Ginger all week.

I arrive back at their house and pull into the garage. Bruce pokes his head through the doggie door as I park. He comes over to me and I pat his head. I go to the guest bedroom to change and do my makeup. I wear a comfy cute tank and yoga pants and lounge on the sofa watching a movie. I paint my nails during a rom-com. Bruce occasionally comes in and naps at my feet.

When the movie ends, I decide to explore. Their house is large and very nice. I make my way through the rooms and find their master suite. I almost don’t go in, but I can’t resist. His wife’s walk-in closet is bigger than my bedroom. I walk along the racks of clothes, feeling the material with my fingers. She has an entire bookshelf filled with her heels. I pick up a pair of black pumps and slip my foot in one. It isn’t my size, but I’m able to get my foot in albeit very snuggly. Before I know it I have tried on all of her heels and most of her clothes. My favorites are her ball gowns. They are very tight on me as I’m probably two sizes bigger than she is, but I love the way they look.

I realize how late it is and remember Charles’ instructions to keep Bruce’s water filled. I throw my tank top on and hurry down to the garage with just my panties on my lower half. Bruce’s dish is empty and he’s waiting. I fill it and expect him to rush over for a drink, but he only looks at me.

“Go ahead,” I say. “Drink.” But he only watches me. I admire the sheen on his fur and his muscular frame. Ignoring his water, he approaches me. I offer my hand and he brushes it aside with this snout and sticks his nose between my legs. It surprises me and I step back. “No Bruce,” I hear myself say softly. But he persists and moves my small cock and balls around with his nose, sniffing my panties. I should stop him, but I don’t. I can’t. My mind isn’t in control of my body. He licks my small shaft and I instantly get hard. I notice my legs part to give him better access and he licks my balls and in between my legs.

I moan and tip my head back.

Bruce moves behind me. I should stop him again. But I spread my legs a little further. He noses between my cheeks, sniffing my ass through my panties. For some reason, my hands reach back and pull my panties down below my ass. He dives straight into my hole with his tongue. I moan and fall forward, catching myself on the hood of the SUV. He licks my hole for a long time. It seems like hours but is probably ten minutes. My fingers reach up under my tank top and tug at my nipples. I moan as he shoves his tongue in and out of my hole.

He abruptly stops and I catch my breath. In a moment of clarity I think about what I’m doing and how wrong it is. But just before I stand up straight I feel his paws on my shoulders and his breathing grows heavy.

He’s trying to mount me. He loses balance and slides his paws down, scratching my back. This is my moment to leave. But I don’t and he tries again to mount me. He can’t and scratches my back again. It hurts, but I like it. Finally, my body moves. Except I don’t stand up and walk away. I slide down to my hands and knees with my ass in the air.

That was it.

Bruce easily mounts me and I feel his weight on my back. His head is near my ear and I can hear his fast breathing. His thrusting hips draw closer and I feel them hitting the backs of my legs. I feel his cock poking at my hole. I should stop it, this is my last chance, but I push my ass up into to him and his cock finds its target.

He pushes into my hole, takes two steps forward and thrusts deep in of me. I gasp but push back more. His thrusting is frantic but steady. His balls slap against mine as his cock grows in me. I feel his cock swell and the thrusting stops. He is knotted. In me. I feel his hot cum unloading in me. It feels like an enema. It’s so much cum.

I wait on the floor under his body, panting. He is so strong, so powerful, and I’m now his. I have become a real bitch. Bruce’s bitch. Under his heavy body, I think about what I’ve done. I suddenly want to leave. I suddenly hate myself for being so vile. But his knot is still in me. His knot is still in his bitch. And I love it.

We stay together for about twenty minutes. I hear my phone chime with a text message. I can’t reach it from where I am, on my hands and knees on the floor with a real cock knotted inside of me.

Finally, Bruce relaxes enough to pull his cock out. His cock slaps between my legs a couple of times as his hot, runny dog cum gushes out of my ass. It runs down my legs and pools on the floor. Bruce casually walks over to the water, takes a drink, lies down and is soon asleep.

I remain on my hands and knees. Watching his cum dribble down me. As I slowly stand, another gush of cum pours out of my gaping ass and down my legs. I waddle over to my phone.

It’s Charles:

“I forgot to mention we have security cameras all through the house—”

I stop breathing. My eyes continue reading.

“—we enjoyed the show you put on for us. My wife said you can choose your favorite gown and a pair of heels to keep, and when we get back she’ll take you shopping—”

I exhale.

“—and thanks for taking care of Bruce. It’s been a while since he’s fucked. But you’re his bitch now, so he’ll expect you to offer your pussy to him every day. It’ll be a long week for you, but after watching you today it looks like you’ll enjoy it. Since I’m his master, that makes you my bitch too. We’ll discuss the details when we return. But I suggest you look into how you can terminate the lease on your apartment. You’ll be living with us, but mainly with Bruce. He’ll expect you to sleep on his bed with him. I expect the same. You can nap in the guest room tomorrow if you need to, but remember I’ll be watching. Don’t run away, this was all recorded. I always suspected you weren’t the real man you portrayed at work. With a clitty that small it’s no wonder you’re a sissy. Do you have a sissy name?”

I read the text several times. My own clitty sticks straight out. I can’t believe what I’m reading. But he is awaiting a response. He is watching me stare at my phone. I’m caught. I’m exposed. I have no option but to comply. I slowly type my response to him.

“Ginger.” That’s all I can type. Roger doesn’t exist anymore. I’m now Ginger forever.

My phone chimes and I read his reply. “Perfect name for a bitch. Enjoy your week. Get used to it. I’ll check in from time to time. When you pick us up, there had better not be a single item of male clothing on you. You’ll be dressed like a bitch, with your bitch wig on, and your bitch makeup. Do you understand?”

“Yes,&rdqu o; I text him back.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Master.”

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by Anonymous on Feb 21, 2023 at 7:19 PM

I love this and would love for it to really happen:)~ Sarah

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