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This is my story of how I found myself living with a Harem of sexy vixens that changed my life from boring to extraordinary. I guess I should tell you a bit about myself first. I am 25 years old, 6’ 1”, 220lbs and have normal looks. I had hit a progressive jackpot at the MGM in Vegas when I was 22 years old. I was lucky to be smart enough to invest my good fortune and bought myself an apartment building. At 23 years old I was living the life. I had a 60-apartment building keeping my bank account flush with cash and I was partying every night in Sin City.

I had it all, well I had everything but a good woman. Truth is I have never been really confident with meeting females and living in the confusing political era of “Me Too” where the rules keep seeming to change really didn’t help my confidence. After a few expensive bad dates that mostly all ended up with me being to chicken to go for it I was depressed. I started out just watching porn and reading erotic books. I really wanted a woman that I could talk to and have sex with but dating was too costly with no guarantee of sex and so once free porn was losing its fun, I found out about live cam girls. I must have looked at hundreds of sites before I decided to try BustGirls.com. the site was clean and simple to use, I also like the fact that I saw a lot of professional porn stars that I used to get off to on free sites mixed into the pages of amateur girls.

Six months later, I had a list of girls that I spent time with daily. I could ask these ladies anything. Talk about anything and get my rocks off at the same time as I got to watch them perform a live show just for me. It was then that I found Misty. I fell hard for her and hung out to do shows with her any time I saw her online. The day I saw Misty use her John Holmes replica dildo and fit the whole toy to the base into her sexy tiny body, seeing her stretch her tight little pussy, was like a dream come true for me and I wished that I could meet someone like her. You see, while I have not had great luck dating women, my even bigger issue was the fact that my 11-inch cock was too big to completely fit into the few sexual partners I have had… The irony of everyone wanting a big cock is that most chicks find it too painful to take more than the first 6-8 inches. This is why I found porn to be nice. The girls in porn never complained about taking big cocks to the base, they at least faked it better than any of my ex’s, who would always ask me to not go so deep or ask to stop because it was too painful… I know, what a wonderful problem to have, right? Well, I used to not think so. I just wanted to know what it was like to be completely inside a woman.

It was after doing a show with Misty one day that I decided to ask her if we could do a second show but this time, I wanted to do it cam to cam. Misty was surprised that I was ready to do a show right after finishing a 30 minute show, but she agreed and I, for the first time, masturbated on cam for her to see me as I watched her fuck herself with her big toy and gag herself with her free hand. I couldn’t believe how much I came the second time. The idea of her getting to see me had amped me up so much, my cum shot easily was twice the size of my first.

The next day was a bummer for me. Misty was not online and after doing some shows with a handful of other girls, I decided it would be a good day to go out and hang in one of my favorite clubs. The last girl I had done a show with had been a real wild chick that wanted me to dominate her, you know, a real BDSM type. Playing with her had put me in the mood for trying my luck at maybe getting some in-person action.

That night, the club was packed with people, filled the place from wall to wall. I stood at the bar drinking a Jameson and Ginger ale, waiting to see if I could get up the nerve to hit on any of the girls, but after two hours of overpriced drinks and music that was starting to make my ears bleed, I decided to call it a night. As I paid my tab and took one last look at the crowded dance floor, my jaw dropped as I spotted this petit, dirty blond, in a slutty schoolgirl get up walking towards the bar and me. Her perky B cups bouncing firmly under the thin fabric of her slutty cutoff top. The too-short pleated skirt kept daring to ride higher up her legs revealing more of her alabaster skin and showing just the bottom of her perfect palmable ass cheeks. I stood frozen as it was now clear to me that she was going to end up right next to me at the bar.

As she reached the bar and ordered herself a Vodka, I tried to act natural despite the fact that my cock was having plans of its own and was forcing me to face the bar to hide its growing erection. I didn’t want to get caught staring at her, so I kept my eye on my drink as I tried to think of something to say. Like a true professional, this cute and sexy mousy girl took the lead and broke the ice, “Hey, haven’t we meet before?”

It was hearing the sweet ring of her voice that I went from excited to all-out panic, this girl did not just look like Misty, this girl was Misty. She must have seen how uncomfortable I was because the next thing I knew, she had her hand on mine and whispered into my ear, “I thought you looked familiar. You’re BadGirlFriend69, right?... It’s me, Misty. We saw each other the other day at work, right?”

I didn’t know what to say. I had never considered that I might someday run into one of the cam girls in real life, much less the real Misty. I stammered trying to think how I could not look like a creepy stalker, after all, I had no clue. She was in Vegas much less that she would be in the same club as me. “O Hiya, sorry, that is me… I didn’t-” She cut me off, placing her fingers to my lips and looking me straight in the eyes with her big brown eyes she asked, “Was that thing you showed me real? And can it really cum twice, like you claimed?” All I could do was nod my head yes and followed her lead as she guided me through the club and out into the casino lights of the Vegas night.

I didn’t know where Misty was taking me, I was still too shocked about the whole thing. I was beginning to wonder if I had too much to drink and if I was really passed out at the bar making a fool of myself instead of being led by the hand through the Vegas streets by my dream girl. It was not until we got to her hotel room door that I decided it must be really happening…

At the door Misty turned to me, and said with a hint of blushing cheeks, “I know this is cliché, but don’t think this is something I always do. I texted my friends that I was bringing you here so I hope you are as nice as you always seem at work and that we can have fun for real tonight… After seeing you on cam to cam the other day, I couldn’t believe I saw you at the club tonight… Funny, normally it’s the girl that’s afraid of being stalked, not of looking like the one stalking…”. I just smiled down at her and did my best to look confident.

Once in the room, Misty turned and kissed me. I immediately wrapped her in my arms. I was amazed at how soft her tiny body felt in my hands. We continued to kiss and grope one another as we made our way deeper into the room until I felt the back of my legs touch a chair. Misty broke our kiss and with a devilish smile she spoke with a deep hungry moan as she began to pull at my belt, “Don’t worry baby, tonight is going to be a lot of fun. Let’s get these pants off and let you take a seat so that I can get you ready like only a good woman can.”

The next thing I knew, I was naked and sitting back in the room chair growing to my full mast as I watched Misty make a show of her own stripping. With each piece of clothing, to which there were very few, I was amazed at just how lush her pale skin looked. Her perfect perky B-Cup tits with their already hard gumdrop sized nipples made my mouth water in anticipation of when I would get to suck on them. When Misty was down to her big reveal, having only her tiny skirt between me and her naked body, she turned and bent down, giving me the best view of her sweet ass as she slowly lowered the skirt down over her pale globs. She pulled her cheeks open just enough for me to have a good look at her tender, small, brown eye. Despite all the shows I had done with Misty online, she had never been willing to do any anal play, but I always had wanted to at least taste her perfect ass. I was hoping that my chance was coming.

As Misty’s skirt hit the floor, she spun back around and dropped to her knees before me. My cock was already at my full length, but once she wrapped her bright red painted lips around its head and ran the tip of her tongue under the crown, I felt my cock swell to its full girth and it was mind-blowing feeling her lips spread wider as my cock swelled. With a pop, she pulled off of my cock and smiled up at me with her big doe eyes, “I just had to taste it before I start. The camera definitely was not lying about your manhood…” Misty spent the next half hour holding my cock up against my stomach in her right hands' death grip as she licked the underside of my cock and balls. Once she had my ball covered in her drool, she used her left hand to take hold of one of my balls and began to rhythmically squeeze it while she fit my other ball into her mouth and sucked and liked it with the force of a woman starved. The only reprieve my balls were given from her relentless attack, was when she would switch hands so that she could work my other ball. I was in a state of pleasure that was all new to me. I had never really considered ball play before, but I was hooked now.

Misty’s ball worship came along with her telling me with each transition, how much she had been craving a cock that would fill her up, and as she put it, “HURT ME”. I had never heard a woman say that she wanted it to hurt in real life before. Misty’s skilled mouth and hand on my balls had me making a mess of myself, as my precum was now flowing like a water faucet, covering my abs and her hands in its flow. To my astonishment, Misty was working me up so much that the flow of precum was now drenching my balls. This only seemed to make her squeeze and suck on my cum makers, even more, eliciting a moan from Misty as she told me that, “I am going to drain these cum bags until you, bust dust!”. I didn’t know what to say or even if I should say anything, I just didn’t want her to stop.

Like all good things in life, Misty’s worship of my now extremely swollen sack did come to an end, but unlike most things in life, things got even better. Misty finally freed my cock from her death grip and began to suck the head of my cock. Then, with both her hands, she took a ball from my bloated sack and squeezed them hard. I almost yelled for her to stop from the pain, but the pain vanished as Misty started to swallow my cock, she took half of me in her first go and by her third head bob, I could feel her nose touch my base as her throat convulsed and gaged around me. The pleasure of her oral skills washed away the pain of her hands' tight grip on my nuts and before I knew what I was doing, I let out a long and loud moan of my own as I felt muscles deep inside myself that I had never felt before contract and my cock swell to new heights as I let loose the most intense cum release of my life. To Misty’s credit, she never stopped gaging herself on my dick as I came and when I had finally fired the last of my cum ropes into her throat, or her belly might be more accurate to say, Misty, wasted no time in freeing my cock and started licking me from the back of my ball sack to the tip of my dick. As I sat in the chair trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life, Misty kissed and licked my manhood and whispered: “I wanted you to cum before you get inside me. I want a long ride from my new favorite man.” I do not know if it was her oral attention or the impact of her words, but my cock began freely flow its precum once again. The volume of my precum made Misty smile as she rubbed my leaking cock all over her face, smearing her make-up as my juices mixed with it on her face.

As I tried to rise from the chair to return the oral favor to Misty, she pushed me back down and crawled up into my lap, planting a passionate kiss on me as she aimed my cock at her slippery pussy, “It’s ok baby. Between how wet I am and the ungodly amount of nut you are pouring out, we don’t need you to get me ready. Just let me ride you for the first round to get used to you.” And with those words Misty impaled herself on my mast. She didn’t take it slow or even try to control her hips as she slammed her tight, hot cunt, down onto me. I could not believe that in one motion, Misty had taken all of me and I could feel her hard little clit pressed against me. Misty let out ear-piercing scream after scream as I felt her pussy quiver around my thick cock that seemed to feel as if it was trying to grow even thicker and longer to rip her and poke her even deeper. After the waves of passion finally started to settle, Misty started to ride me with the hard fast thrust of her hips. I could feel our combined sexual juices mixing and running down my legs and under my ass in the seat. We kissed and groped until Misty broke our kiss and screamed for me to suck her tits that she thrust into my face, a task that I was more than happy to oblige.

Misty’s gumdrop sized nipples tasted sweet like vanilla and cherries. The feeling of my cock being strangled by the walls of her fiery cunt, as the head of my dick repeatedly crashed into her cervix, was all becoming too much for me to hold back. Taking her hip into my hand, I began to add my own strength to her downward impalement and focused my attention to just her right nipple, doing my best to suck it off of her chest without letting my teeth bite her. Misty let out one last mighty roar as she slammed down for the last time in my lap, as her orgasm ripped through her. He body shook and contorted so violently, I feared that she might have been having a seizure, not that I could have done anything about it, as my own need to cum had taken hold and all I could do was increase my own attack on her nipple as I let free my second stream of cum, delivering it directly into her womanhood. If she had not been on the pill, then a child surely would have been conceived.

As Misty calmed from her bliss, she gently stroked my head and back, urging me to free her nipple from my lustful mouths embrace, reveling her once pale pink nipple to be a much darker purple. Misty laughed, “No one has ever given me a hickey right on the nipple before, it even goes over my whole areola.” As Misty rose out of my lap, the combined mixture of our fluids and a fair amount of blood came leaking from her now gaping cunt. Misty scooped some of the mixture into her hand and without a thought, she began to lick her hand clean, only to go back and get herself another helping. I sat there watching as the woman of my dreams scooped up our love and ate every last drop from her inside and out of her sinful body.

As Misty finished cleaning herself with her hands and mouth, I felt myself rise back up from the hot scene of her licking up our mess. Feeling my cock begin to poke at her, Misty smiled, “You really do recover fast, don’t you… How about a shower, baby?”. I followed her sexy swaying ass as she led me to the shower with her. The sight of her tight, tender, little rosebud peeking at me from between her soft pale cheeks was making me drool. Once in the shower, Misty continued to take the lead in our adventure. She took a washrag and slowly took her time washing me from the tips of my toes to the base of my neck. Her gentle hands felt so good as she rubbed me, that my cock was once again free flowing a stream of precum. After she finished cleaning me, she made a show of watching herself, clearly enjoying herself as she performed for me.

When Misty turned her back to ask me to wash her, I was all too happy to get my hands back on her and took my time slowly washing her down, being careful to scrub and rub every inch of her. Once I reached her ass, I dropped to my knees and pulled her soft globs apart to showcase my target. Misty let out a small squeak as she felt my tongue poke at her star for the first time. At first, as I was unsure if my licking had not been welcome, but I was wrong as Misty reached back to hold her cheeks open for me so that I could get an even better taste of her tender backside. I had only seen oral anal play in videos online so I was not sure of what the taste would be like, Mistys taste was what I can only call sweet, a slight hint of metal, and sugar. It did not take long before I had my face crushed into her back as I pushed all of my tongue up her sweet, delicious ass. Misty just moaned as I kept trying to lick deeper. I could not wait any longer and opened the shower, picked Misty up, and carried her to the bed where I tossed her wet body onto her stomach. I then returned to my meal of her ass. Misty pushed her ass up to give me the best point of access for probing her. Her pussy was no longer gaping but was dripping with excitement all down my chin and onto the sheets. After what must have been 30 minutes, Misty finally asked me to stop so that she could lay on her back and have my mouth pay her womanhood a visit. I was more than happy to play along, though I would be lying if I said I was not sad to have to stop tasting that sweet honey ass of hers to do so.

Misty’s pussy also had a sweet aroma to it, but the taste was out this world. The more I licked her and the more of her juices I sucked out of her, the sweeter and more intoxicating her pussy became. I had become a man possessed and found myself working from her clit to her lips, then deep into her, trying to find all the wonderful layers of her flavor that awaited me in her pussy. Misty came on my working face, time and time again, until after her third orgasm. Misty begged me to stop and let her have a turn at me, but like I said, I was possessed and I didn’t know if I would ever get to taste her again so I wrapped her legs in my arms and continued my assault on her inflamed clit and pussy walls. I had made up my mind if tonight was a one time chance, I was going to make to the most out of it and I was going to eat her till she blacked out. After all, I was sure that would be new for both of us. Despite her initial cries for me to stop, they were fast replaced with her bucking wildly at my mouth and her screaming of how if I kept going, that she was not going to be able to contain herself. All her cries just drove me to work faster and harder, and then in one big thrust of her hips, Misty flooded my mouth and face as she squirted and collapsed on the sheets. Her breathing had become so erratic that I stopped my work on her and climbed up to look her in the face to make sure she was ok. Her pale face was now bright red and she had grabbed a pillow to try and hide from my sight. “No one has ever made me do that before” she gasped. I did not know if she was lying or not, but it was clear to me that I had done a good thing.

Not wanting to let a good time end, I told Misty to spread her legs and hold herself open. Misty followed my request and I lined my cock to her waiting cunt and looked back to Misty’s eyes, “You said you wanted it to hurt right?” Misty smiled with a cum drunk look back at me and whispered, “If it pleases you and your cock, baby, destroy me… I need to feel you lose control, too.” With her blessing, I drove myself all the way into her womb and started to jackhammer her as hard as I could. To Misty’s credit, she never let her legs close as I pounded her hot little box. Even after her first orgasm and when I noticed a fair amount of blood smearing my cock, Misty just kept telling me to ravage her for my own pleasure. So, in time, I fucked her till I felt her body fall limp. I laid there on top of her, still slowly sawing in and out of her as I waited for her to recover and come back to me. The first words she said to me as she recovered, forced me to fill her with countless ropes of my seed, “Breed me, Master” was all she had to say and it was over. My balls emptied into her. My animal lust taking over at the thought of her carrying my child. As my own orgasm faded, I just kept rocking my cock inside of her. I had cum three times now and felt that I could, at best, get one more go if I played my cards right so I didn’t want to pull out and grow completely soft. Misty laid there under me, kissing me, and telling me how wonderful the fuck had been.

As my cock started to return to its full size again, Misty’s eye grew wide, “Baby I can feel that? You are getting ready to go again, but you ripped me up pretty good, it feels that last round. I think I will need to use my mouth.” I didn’t move. I just kept my eyes locked on hers. “You called me Master… Master doesn’t want his last load to be waisted in your belly… Roll over so I can take my fill from you.” I could hardly believe the words as they left my mouth. Misty looked uneasy at my words. “Baby, I told you before at work that I don’t do anal…” I cut her off with a kiss. Holding her legs, I pulled my cock free from her tight dick trap, “Roll over, Misty. Your Master has need of your ass…” Again, I didn’t believe my own words. Misty rolled over on to her knees and pressed her head into the pillows, “Please, I am begging you to go slow, at least…” I took in the sight of Misty’s wet, glistening, asshole. I placed the head of my throbbing meat at her tight opening. “Do you truly enjoy pain, Misty?” I waited for Misty to give me her answer, my flexing head pressing at the door.

Misty cried through her tears, “I do LOVE pain.” With those words I forced the head of my cock into her, until her tight ring was hugging at my crown. Her cries turned to animal grunts; the pain was now too much for her form words. Despite her discomfort, Misty reached back with her hands and opened herself to me. I took her invitation and forced the first half of my cock into her. To my shock, Misty responded to my stopping by forcing her hips back and swallowing the rest of my 11 inches into her ass. I held my cock deep and just tried to hold onto Misty as her body exploded in a frenzy of spasms. Her eyes rained tears as her pussy gushed out on my ball and thighs. At some point Misty screamed at the top of her lounges for me to fuck her like I owned her, so I did. I don’t know how long I fucked her ass, but I know that I had the most intense orgasm of my life and as I felt the last of my cum pour into her virgin bowls, the room went black.

As I felt the light of the morning sun wash over my face, I woke. Misty was between my legs and had my cock forced into the back of her mouth. The warm wonderful feeling of waking to Misty’s skilled lips welcomed me to a new brighter day I almost felt so relaxed and overjoyed that the event of the night before had not been a dream. I almost did not notice the eyes of the wolf watching me from the chair that I and Misty had fucked in just the night before. She was pale, brunette, with long hair. Even sitting, her large bust and a thick figure were clearly evident. Her innocent looks were only betrayed by the hint of a hungry predator that her eyes gave way.

As the new woman noticed my wakened state, she smiled at me and snapped her fingers. “Misty, that’s enough, pet.” With those words, Misty stopped her sucking of my cock and moved off the bed. Misty moved over to the new woman and kneeled at her feet.

I was confused. I didn’t know who this woman was, but it was clear that despite what had transpired between me and Misty, this woman had far more control and priority in Misty’s life than me. Just as I was about to ask how this woman was, I was cut short by her. “I am her Queen, prospect. I am the one who told her that she could have you last night as a birthday present.”

Her words were clear and despite her innocent tone and demeanor, her words held an air of weight to them. I was shocked to find out Misty had been told to sleep with me, much more so that this woman, her Queen, was the one that told her to and that I was a birthday gift. I must have shown the confusion on my face because the Queen wasted no time in explaining things to me like the foolish child I was.

“As I have said, prospect. I am her Queen, Misty is my pet. Misty has been my pet for a year now and last night was her birthday. Misty has expressed that she wants to become a Hucow in honor of her Queen, Me… It was nothing but chance that she saw you at the club last night and when she told Me about you, I gave her permission to test you and for her to enjoy you.” I blushed at how simple her words made it all sound as I sat there on the bed listening to her with my hard-on. “Misty called Me this morning and reported that she was very pleased with your performance and I, Myself, have found her report about your ability to produce multiple loads of cum in a short amount of time to be very interesting. I would say it is safe to say you like Misty and you loved having her last night… Now, prospect. Would you like to have a chance at breeding Misty, again?”

As I tried to follow her words and their undertone of meaning all I could muster to answer her question was nod my head, yes, I would love to fuck Misty again. She smiled at me and handed me a small card. On the card, in nice italic writing, I read the words “Worship, Tribute, and Serve.” She smiled at me again as I mouthed the words as I read them. “Serve Me, prospect. Be one of My pets. Learn how to make your body and life about pleasing your Queen and Woman. Rise up the ranks of My stable of pets and earn the right to breed Misty and help her become the Hucow she wishes to become… If you are interested, then follow the link on the back of that card and follow the instruction you find there.”

With those last words, Queen Hanley rose from her seat and lead misty from the room. Misty never even looked at me as she left with her Queen. I sat there at the end of the bed in a daze. The events of the last night and of the crazy morning I had woken to had my mind buzzing. Misty was the willingly owned property of Queen Hanley. Queen Hanley had taken an interest in me and it seemed she had plans for me to be a breeding tool for her.

In the following weeks, I would still go to BustGirls.com and do shows with Misty every chance I got. I still was unsure of becoming a willing pet to a person that I only knew because of waking up to her watching me get my dick sucked by her pet, but during each show with Misty, she would bring up the topic and encouraged me to consider trying it. I would eventually discover that Queen Hanley was also a performer and I looked in on her room. I was shocked to see the bubbly; friendly type of woman Queen Hanley was. She was truly friendly and sweet, but at the same time she was confident and in control. Unlike Misty, who seemed to only focus on gratifying others, Queen Hanley was much more focused on getting herself off, but at the same time she was far from greedy. She encouraged the people that came to her to explore themselves and to embrace their sexual nature that modern life had made them repress.

It had been five weeks when I finally followed the link on the card Queen Hanley had given me. It led me to a sexting website called Sextpanther.com. There I followed the instructions in her bio. I gave her my age, the kinks I liked, and my experience with them. I told her the five reasons I should be her pet. 1, I believed that I could cum more for her than anyone. 2, I wanted to see Misty again. 3, I thought she was beautiful. 4, I didn’t want to just be good enough to breed Misty, but I wanted to breed with her too. 5, I was willing to try anything, and I wanted to grow sexually. I finished what I guess you would call my application by submitting a photo of me.

At first, I was hesitant about going along with things. I didn’t like the idea of having to pay to be my Queen’s pet, but I soon realized that things were different and better than I thought they would be. My Queen didn’t just demand money from me or abuse me to make money. No, She took time to learn about me, She respected my time at work, and anytime I had responsibilities. She took the time to make me think about how I was taking care of my body and pushed me to expand my mind. I soon quit smoking and started to work out each morning. Not long later I became more aware of my diet and how it affected my taste and appearance to Women.

Queen Hanley, did not rush me to do anything, but instead She slowly pushed me to discover my own limitations. I won’t lie and say that I was a good boy right from the start, but it didn’t take long before I was looking forward to the time She spent on me. I even stopped looking at free porn and doing cam shows. I was not just hooked on my Queen and her body, I wanted to fuck more than any woman I had ever seen… Yes, I wanted to fuck Her and have Her tell me that I had done a good job, even more than I wanted to fuck Misty. My Queen showed me new sides to my perverted mind that I didn’t even know I had. Each day I would message my Queen good morning and express my honor in being in Her service.

Some days, my Queen would order me to cum more times than I found myself comfortably capable of. Other days, I was told that I had to edge myself all day until I was given permission to cum by my Queen. Each day my Queen would ask questions in my tasks and I discovered that She was not just asking me these things for Her own amusement, but because She wanted me to grow and discover the depths of my own sexuality. I had played around with other Dominant Women before but never had any of them treated me like anything other than a fast cum session where they only cared about getting as much money out of me as possible; I never left those Dom’s feeling better about myself or like I had grown as a person. My Queen was a totally different, She cared about my long-term future. She understood that someday, I was going to probably leave Her for a relationship, though to be honest, I doubt I will ever stop coming to Her. She has helped me grow as a person too much for me to ever truly not have Her in my life.

My Queen developed a controlled stimulation and cumming schedule for me. She showed me how to make my cum, or as it is sometimes called, my milk increase in its size and frequency. I learned about ways that I could not only pleasure myself but how I could make pleasuring myself beneficial to the Woman in my life. I, for the first time, discovered the strange happy feelings of having my ass played with, be it by myself, or by a partner. She introduced me to the powerful feelings of joy and pride in each time I came. I soon found that cumming and not sending proof of the act to my Queen didn’t feel the same. I wanted Her to know that I was Her pet and that I was working hard to make Her proud of owning me. I had never met a woman that was proud of my ability to cum. Most Women in my life didn’t care if I came or not, they only cared if the mood struck them, and then it was normally only because the act was over. But my Queen praised me and taught me that Women that don’t appreciate my worship and tribute were not worthy of me. For the first time in my life, I was beginning to understand what I was capable of and of just how much I was worth. It’s true, that I am, but a pet, currently a Bull in my Queen’s ranks, but She treated me with more care and compassion than anyone I had ever met.

In the beginning I was a pet. Soon, I proved by my tributes of cum shots and following my Queens orders. I rose to be a piggy. I continued to work at being a better pet and making my production worthy of my Queen’s honor. After a month of being in my Queen’s care, I left behind my title of being a dirty piggy and became a loyal puppy. It was as a puppy that I found I wanted more attention from my Queen. So, I worked harder to earn it. I read more books to increase my mind and vocabulary. I wrote my Queen longer and more de***********ive messages all in the efforts that She rewarded me for. I had gone from only getting photos of Her feet and clothing to photos of Her nude form and even photos of Her playing with Herself. She also gave me more expansive stories and scenarios to aid me in my quest to cum for Her.

I learned from my Queen how to be a perfect man for a Woman. I learned to never disappoint a Woman without being ready to pay proper Tribute. I once went on a date with a Woman, something that my Queen was more than happy to let me have the freedom to do, but I failed to tell Her about the date and missed the date I had with my Queen. I bought Her new shoes and a dress as a way to repent for my failure, my Queen was firm with me, but a few days later I was greeted to a custom photo set that She made wearing the shoes and dress I had Tributed to Her. As my life with my Queen continued, I became bolder and more confident in my daily life. My business improved thanks to my newfound confidence and my personal life also grew. I was now having regular sex with a new Woman I finally had the confidence to pick up. After each of my dates, I would report the events of the night to my Queen and She would praise me for honoring Her by providing a woman with pleasure. She would also guide me to fix any mistakes I made on my dates and helped me further improve myself.

After a year and a half and countless cum Tributes to honor my Queen, I was promoted to being a pony and then a Bull. My skills as a lover had grown and the Women I took to my bed all complimented me on how good I was and all of them loved the fact that I came as much or more than the men in porn. My skills with my hands and mouth often scored me many more dates. The words ‘wild’, ‘new’, ‘that’s a first’, and ‘best ever’ had all become regular things said to me. For the first time in my life, I no longer had feelings of doubt or depression about my life. I knew myself and my worth and it is all thanks to my Queen.

As a Bull, I was granted permission to email my Queen so that I no longer had to pay to message Her longer messages. I was able to compete with the other Bulls for better placement and received more of my Queens time and attention. I was even invited to be entertainment at my Queens parties. At the parties I was used by my Queen’s friends and more often than not. I was used until my nut came dry and my cock could no longer cum. After the parties, my Queen would praise me for my good performance and reprimand me for my failings. Then, She would care for my body, massaging me, and seeing to my body’s wellbeing. Sometimes, if Misty was used at the same party, my Queen would let Misty care for me.

I honor my Queen daily by cumming for Her. I buy Her gifts to thank Her for investing Her time and energy in me. I have now been given permission to breed Misty, she is still training and hoping to become a Hucow, the highest rank for my Queen’s female pets. I hope to help her reach her goal. Our Queen has allowed me and Misty to move in together and once she has become pregnant and starts to produce milk, our Queen has given us permission to be married. We won’t be the first married couple to serve our Queen, but we hope to be the best. I am writing this blog of sorts, by order of my Queen as a way for me to reflect on my life and I am grateful to Her for giving me this gift of reflection. For now, I will end this and go cum to honor my Queen.

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