Breed Slut

Transcript

So my brain has been full of way way too much. It's really killed my ability to record so I'm not even gonna try to do a story, try to make a point. I just fucking need not to think for a bit.

And I know I'm not the only one so I figured I'd share this at least. I figured best therapy for me is always masturbating. I just need to quit talking about it and fucking just do it.

I already put oil all over my pussy so it's nice and slippery so my fingertips can just glide right over my clit the way I like it. The only peace I have gotten the last several days from this ongoing need is aching I've had in the core of me just craving some attention time for my master but sadly he's busy this weekend. So all I've been able to do to release any of my tension is go online and look at porn and for me I know I absolutely know that I need time with my master when all the porn I gravitate to is porn about a single woman being used by a lot of people.

Sometimes it's a gangbang, sometimes an orgy. And I start craving that so bad. I realize I am craving being turned into a toy, into nothing more than a sex driven animal.

And I realize that I need that feeling sometimes when I'm so stressed out and everything is crazy and I just need a moment to relax. I guess some people read, some people, well Bill Dago is like my husband, me. I want to be broken down to my basest, most primal nature and urges.

Where my brain knows nothing more than breeding, than being fucked, used, turned into a toy for other people's amusement. Being brought down to my basest, most basic, primal, lizard hindbrain needs. Stripped down by nothing more than to suck, fuck, eat and sleep, then wake up and do it all over again.

My master tells me I was made for that. Made to be slowly opened up and exposed. Made to shine when I am at my most uncontrollable.

And I want to be out of control. I want to have little to no willpower. I want to have the peace that comes of being nothing more than a beast.

No one expects anything from an animal. They are expected to do nothing more than to serve their purpose, to eat, sleep and fuck, and to do their job. Maybe their job is guarding something, maybe it's being a personal cuddle pet, maybe it's producing.

I think that's why I like cute cat play so much. Not only am I allowed to be a base, mindless animal, but the parts of my body that I am proudest of, my gorgeous, sensitive, bountiful tits. Or udders, as my master prefers to call them.

That used to offend me, but it doesn't anymore because I recognize I have many animal natures and there's certainly nothing wrong with calling a spade a spade. And a cow has udders. I may not be able to produce milk, though I wish I could change that.

But I would be a very, very good breed cow. Even though I can't ever get pregnant again, I fantasize about being filled to the brim with cum at all times. Remembering how good it felt to be pregnant and how, god, how my breasts got so full.

They ached so much more than they do on a regular day. They ached in a very special, tantalizing, sexy way that always made me so wet. Sometimes to simulate that ache that I miss so much, I'll bind my breasts so tight so there's practically no blood flow.

And then when I release them, god, it's so, so reminiscent of the way it used to feel to be full of milk. To be engorged, needing somebody to rub their lips over my nipples and drain me dry. I never tried milking manually, but I do admit I would like to try it just for the sensation.

But nothing in the world is expected of a cow except to eat, to sleep, be milked, and fucked. It sounds like a perfect life for me. That could be my every day, and I would be so happy.

And so when I'm stressed out and I don't have access to my master, eventually I find myself seeking out videos of women who are hue cows, or hypnosis videos that puts me in an animal mindset, dumbs me down, makes me nothing more than my primal needs, until I'm a writhing, aching, dripping mess. I don't want to think, god the world is so fucked up right now, I don't want to think. I just want, I just want to be an animal.

To be somebody's good little pet, curl up in their lap, who's there to amuse, to comfort. And to serve her purpose, and my purpose. My purpose is to be full of cum.

To be a tool for someone else's pleasure. I want that, I just want to be allowed to be that, and not have to think about anything again. I want just to be allowed to be nothing more than my basest desires.

I just want to feel good. I just want to feel happy, all I needed. Of course I know that if I was here being my master's good little hue cow, he would be terribly upset if I was not fully plucked.

So. Oh, oh god. I haven't been feeling good the last week, so I haven't been playing, and I was realizing, oh my ass is so tight on my toy.

Oh, my biggest plug is really stretching it. It's probably going to take a little bit of work to get it all the way into the base again. It's so big.

I'm just rubbing my pussy with a glass toy. Just back and forth. It's so smooth.

I put it against my clit, I can almost imagine someone licking my clit. Getting me ready. Because a good cow is also meant to be bred, not just provide milk.

I need to get my pussy good and ready. I'm ready for a nice bull's cock to slide inside of it. Oh god, yeah.

Oh yeah. Get me ready. Get me ready for your big cock.

Oh yeah, oh yeah. I want to be your little green slut. God, you've got me so wet.

I need it. I need that cock. I need it.

I need it like I need air. Oh god, yeah. Oh, give it to me.

Give it to me. Give it to me. Oh god, yeah.

Oh, yeah. It'll slide inside my wet pussy. Get me pregnant.

Get me pregnant. Oh yeah. Oh, give it to me.

I want you to make my titties all swollen with milk. Get me pregnant so I can do that, please.