The first time a man pushed Bridget down on all fours as though she were some kind of dog, it was at a party in front of many men that she knew, and her reaction was naturally one of extreme shock.
But even in that shock, part of her recognised it as something that felt *right*, like something that she had been expecting to happen to her since the moment she was born. There was something about being on all fours, while all the men around her were standing, their polished leather shoes level with her face, that cured an anxiety she hadn’t known she had been feeling until that very moment.
And the look of unexpected pleasure on her face was so immediate and pure that everyone who saw it happen instantly knew that they, too, could push Bridget to her knees whenever they wanted.
When Bridget eventually – reluctantly – rose back to her feet, she looked so unsure and unhappy about what she was doing that another man immediately grabbed her hair and yanked it sharply downwards, forcing her back to her knees. And then, as an experiment, he pushed his groin towards her face, and to his pleasure, her mouth instinctively popped open, ready to receive his cock. He was fully clothed, but the feel of her soft lips pressing against the crotch of his pants was delightful.
The next time Bridget rose, another man took his turn, and he was bolder still. He pulled down hard on the neckline of her dress, lifting her large tits out of her bra and into public view. Then he grabbed her left breast, hard, and pulled downwards on it until Bridget was back down on all fours.
When the party saw that Bridget was making no effort to cover her tits, a fourth man stepped up and pulled the shoulder straps of her dress until they snapped, and then grabbed the back of her dress and tugged on that, too, until it ripped away from her body. Ater that, two other men pulled off her bra and panties. She struggled a little against having her panties taken from her, but her heart wasn’t truly in it, and there was a flush of deep, satisfied pleasure in her cheeks once she was completely nude.
One man took out his cock, and grabbed her hair, and pulled her face towards his dick, and soon she was submissively sucking on his cock. She knew she should resist, but it simply felt so natural to be used in this way that she couldn’t resist the temptation to let it happen.
Another man knelt behind her, pulled her ass upward, and pushed his cock into her pussy, and she let that happen too. They called her a cunt and a bitch, and she wiggled with pleasure and answered to those names with far more enthusiasm than she had ever answered to her own..
After that, her friends would never let her stand upright – which was fine with Bridget, as she was so happy on all fours that she didn’t *want* to stand. But she would try, sometimes, just because it felt so good to be pushed back down into her place. She would let men put dog collars on her and lead her around by a leash – often nude, sometimes even in public – and she was at her happiest when she was treated like an animal with no regard to her dignity or consent.
Today, when Bridget looks at other girls who still walk on their feet, she feels nothing but contempt and resentment for them, and dreams of someday forcing them to join her in her life as a happily crawling fuck-bitch…dn’t known she had been feeling until that very moment.
The look of unexpected pleasure on her face was so immediate and pure that everyone who saw it happen instantly knew that they, too, could push Bridget to her knees whenever they wanted to.
When she eventually rose back to her feet, she looked so unsure and unhappy about what she was doing that another man immediately grabbed her hair and yanked it sharply downwards, forcing her back to her knees. And then, as an experiment, he pushed his groin towards her face, and was gratified when her mouth instinctively popped open. He was fully clothed, but the feel of her soft lips pressing against the crotch of his pants was delightful.
The next time she rose, another man took his turn, and he was bolder still. He pulled down on the neckline of her dress, lifting her large tits out of her bra and into public view. Then he grabbed her breast, hard, and pulled on it, until Bridget was back down on all fours.
When the party saw that Bridget was making no effort to cover her tits, a fourth man stepped up and pulled on her dress until it ripped away from her body, and after that, two other men pulled off her bra and panties. She struggled a little against having her panties taken from her, but her heart wasn’t truly in it, and there was a flush of deep, satisfied pleasure in her cheeks once she was completely nude.
One man took out his cock, and grabbed her hair, and pulled her face towards his dick, and soon she was submissively sucking on his cock. Another man knelt behind her and pushes his cock into her pussy, and she let that happen too. They called her a cunt and a bitch, and she wiggled with pleasure and answered to those names.
After that, her friends would never let her stand upright – which was fine with Bridget, as she was so happy on all fours that she didn’t *want* to stand. But she would try, sometimes, just because it felt so good to be pushed back down into her place. She would let men put dog collars on her and lead her around by a leash – often nude, sometimes even in public – and she was at her happiest when she was treated like an animal with no regard to her dignity or consent.
Today, when Bridget looks at other girls who still walk on their feet, she feels nothing but contempt and resentment for them, and dreams of someday forcing them to join her in her life as a happily crawling fuck-bitch…
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