One of my Black Bulls eventually commanded my submission and now owns me. I still love Michael and he is my boyfriend… “cuck boyfriend” as my bl...ck Daddy likes to call him. It still blows my mind sometimes when I step back and think about it. My pussy belonged to Michael, and I would have never even thought about sleeping with another man or even wanted too. Sex with him was the best I had ever had at that point and couldn’t imagine how it would ever be possible for another man to make me feel. Even when she was alone, she very rarely moved about her flat in anything less than her undies. But now here she was, naked, with her arms around this wonderful, naked man, in her kitchen, looking out of the window at pouring rain, and flashes of lightning, and the low distant rumble of thunder. She thought how to phrase asking him to stay the night with her, what if he was like her, and preferred the privacy of waking up alone? Except now she didn’t want to wake up alone, she wanted to be able. "Perhaps Katie make ze pain go away, no?" Katie asked him, her tail wagging erotically. "Oh no, Katie, not you also!" Daniel cried. "Is zere a problem?" she asked placing her paws on his chest. "You are ze man, I am ze bitch. I have needs, you have needs. What ees wrong with that?" She licked his face eagerly. "Down girl!" Daniel shouted, pushing her paws away. "This is unnatural!" "But I am in heat for you, Daniel. I need your sweet love," Katie barked. "Woof, woof." Daniel could bear it no. Now they had to start thinking about her as their daughter in law. In fact more as one of his two wives.Just then the doorbell chimed, Allan put on his robe, and went to answer the front doorbell. The messenger handed him an envelope addressed in his mother's handwriting. It was addressed to Rachel. He did not open it, if Rachel wanted him to know what was in it she would tell him. He went into the kitchen to make coffee knowing his women would be down shortly to see what the messenger had.