It just so happened to be my dog. My male dog.Now I have had lots of kinky sex in my life. Some pretty wild but I will be honest I had never even cons...dered bestiality. Sure I had seen my dogs cock when he was licking it and I had seen dogs fucking before, but sex between me and a dog had never crossed my mind. That is up until right now. That woman who had the fantasy seemed so turned on by the idea and the woman in the story loved it so much she only wanted that kind of sex. I had pulled my. And from this point on, references to real men will start with a capital letter. So great is the level of superiority of a Man over a sissy, that He quite literally owns you. You will be His property, and a totally willing and obedient sexual plaything. While this might at first seem little removed from slavery, sissies quickly feel liberated as their masculine thoughts recede, to be replaced by acceptance of, and need for, domination. The Man makes all the decisions, and all the rules.2. It is. She pulls her head back, looks at me with that coy sexy smile of hers, and licks her lips as she pulls in to kiss me.After we broke our kiss, we sat there for another couple of minutes, until I could finally stand. Eventually we shut the water off and got out, toweling each other off.As we made our way out of the bathroom, we walked back out to the living room (still naked), and I sat down on the couch and started picking up my clothes."You're not leaving, are you?" She asks, with a pouty look. I found out what class they were in and, luckily, both were in the same class.I told Angie to stay there, and Dad and I went to the thugs' classroom. Dad pulled his gun, we walked in, and I pointed them out. They stood up as if to flee, but Dad told them to stop. He tossed me one set of handcuffs, and I cuffed one goon, while he cuffed the other. We dragged them out into the hallway, closed the door, and I lost it. I took the goon I was holding, slammed him into the concrete block wall face.