Daddy

Being led through the busy streets and parks of this paradise was like walking through my dreams. Puppy-slaves playing with eachother on vast fields of grass, naked as the day they were born except for the collars and few cases of caged cocks. Master walking thier puppy-slaves as if it was just another day, just like my Master did! Modesty seemed to be a foreign concept to these people, evident on how freely people expressed their lust through being serviced by a **** or puppy-slaves themselves playing with each other and sometimes turning into a full on dominance display. I even battled with the idea of just running free and taking part in all the fun, but my deep desire to obey my Master was enough to keep such frolicking at bay. My tongue hung low as I admired my surroundings, looking dumber and dumber with each spectacle that we passed. The gentle breeze on my naked pale skin felt freeing yet strange. If my balls hadn't shrinked enough from the prolonged chastity, it had surely shrunk quite a bit after wave after wave of the outside air had brushed against it. I felt my sensetive nipples harden, I looked down and tried to lick them, for whatever reason. I now noticed how dumbed down I was. It didn't matter though, I was now truly free in the service of my Master.

We finally entered a suburb area lined with houses, parks and a few stores. It wasn't too different from the inner city. Slaves were still doing chores, puppy-slaves were still acting like the dumb animals they had become. However I noticed something very different. Contrary to the city, the citizens of the suburbs were considerably more scantily clad than the others. By no means did the city folk hold back on showing skin, but that was no match to how these people presented themselves. Most let their genitals hang free which displayed a clear majority of futas. What I assumed to be their wives, which were almost completely consisting of women, were also clothed in very revealing garnments. Dresses with nothing underneath, some going topless to flaunt their heaving buxoms. Almost all clothing had a perverted twist to make it revealing in some way. Some even went all out and skipped getting dressed in the morning and now allowed their bodies to breathe freely.

It was all so... free. Even the slaves seemed to bask in their freedom. Even though their freedom was brought by complete servitude, it was freedom none the less. This neighborhood wasn't modest about their lust either. Futas sitting on their lawn chairs while a dutiful puppy-slaves were cleaning their glistening cocks. Their wives having their assholes cleaned just as thoroughly. There were no complains in sight, only unquestionable obediance and sweet ignorance and bliss.

Finally just as my knees began to hurt and breath began to quicken in exhaustion, it seemed that we were nearing Masters destination. She greeted some neighbors and waved. All of them commented and congratulated her on her first conquest as they pointed at me. I wasn't too sure about what they mean't but I was happy that my Master was being praised, as she should be of course. After some conversation between Master and her friends, which went completely over my head as I was focused on a tiny male ****-puppy who was being completely dominated by another more dominant ****-puppy as his ass was being brutally fucked, I heard Master say "Come boy, time to meet daddy" before leading me to the door of which I presumed to be her house. She knocked and entered, I followed suit without question. I obediantly kneeled at the entrance, looking around as Master took off her shoes and hung her coat. She then yelled, "I'm hooome, and look what I brought" which was followed by a devilish giggle.

I heard the footsteps of naked feet coming closer. Then I saw her. Coming out form a corner appeared a woman, no, a futa clad in only a robe which was open enough to see her large cleavage and swinging cock and balls. She was tall, voluptuous and curvy in just the right places. Her brunette hair was fashioned in a messy bun with a few strands perfectly framing her granite scuplted face. "Well what do we have here? My baby girl has returned home, and with a pet to match."