Doggy Sex Slave: The Wedding
The white lace lingerie felt cool and smooth against my skin as I stood on my hands and knees at the altar. My wrists and ankles were chained together and my master held the leash attached to my collar in his hands. My soon-to-be husband sat regally next to me, his ears perked up and holding attention to the minister officiating our marriage. I was forced to sign my name on our marriage certificate, although forced is a strong word as I have come to love my life as my husband’s slave and lifelong bitch. After my master made me sign the paper, he yanked on my leash, making sure I settled back in my place. The minister then placed an ink pad in front of my husband, who placed his paw on and stamped …