The First Full Day as a Complete Bitch

Dorothy stands in front of the mirror, admiring her work.

You kneel beside her on all fours — no more paw boots forcing your legs, yet crawling already feels more natural than walking. Your long, soft pink tongue hangs permanently out of your mouth, resting on your lower lip, drool dripping in steady, uncontrollable strings onto the floor. Your fluffy champagne-blonde tail — an exact match to her hair — sways gently behind you, the nerves connecting so deeply that you feel every twitch and wag as if it were part of your body.

She reaches down and strokes the base of your new tail, right where it emerges between your cheeks. The sensation is electric — pleasure mixed with deep shame shoots up your spine.

“Wag, Slutcunt.”

Your tail immediately starts wagging faster, fluffy and eager, betraying you completely.

Dorothy laughs, low and rich.

“Look at that. Even your new tail knows who it belongs to.”

She turns around, lifts her silk robe, and presents her perfect, round ass to you.

“Lick. Show Mommy how that new dog tongue feels.”

You lean forward obediently. Your long tongue stretches out even further, sloppily dragging across her hole in wet, messy strokes. Drool pours freely from your mouth, soaking her cheeks and dripping down her thighs. You can’t control the mess. You can’t close your mouth properly. You can only lap like an eager dog — sloppy, ****, worshipful.

Dorothy moans softly, pushing back against your face.

“Good girl… such a messy little bitch. That tongue was made for this.”

After several minutes she pulls away, turns, and sits on the edge of the bed. Her thick cock stands hard and proud between her thighs.

“Come here, Slutcunt.”

You crawl between her legs, tail wagging, tongue lolling, drool already coating your chin and chest.

She grabs the base of your new tail with one hand and uses it like a handle — pulling you forward until your face is buried in her lap. She guides her cock through your open mouth, sliding it deep along your long, flattened tongue.

“Eyes on me,” she orders.

You look up at her — eyes glassy, drool bubbling around her shaft, tail wagging steadily behind you as she begins to fuck your face with slow, deep thrusts.

The new tongue makes everything wetter, sloppier, more obscene. Every thrust causes more drool to spray and drip onto her balls and thighs. Your tail never stops moving — wagging happily even as tears run down your cheeks from the deep throat-fucking.

Dorothy’s eyes are half-lidded with pleasure.

“This is what you were always meant to be,” she whispers. “Not a boy. Not even a sissy. Just Mommy’s drooling, tail-wagging, leaking bitch.”

She fucks your throat for a long time, occasionally tugging your tail sharply to make you whimper around her cock. When she finally comes, she holds you down — nose pressed against her pubic bone — pumping thick ropes straight into your stomach.

When she pulls out, you cough and gasp, long tongue hanging out covered in spit and cum, drool pouring freely.

She smiles down at you lovingly.

“From now on, this is your daily uniform: collar, cage, tail, and that pretty drooling tongue. Nothing else. You will never wear clothes again unless Mommy wants to dress you up like a slutty doll.”

She stands and clips the leash to your collar.

“Crawl behind me, Slutcunt. We’re going to the kitchen. Mommy wants to eat breakfast while you stay under the table with your new tongue working between my legs the entire time.”

Your tail wags faster as you crawl after her — naked, branded, pierced, leaking, drooling, permanently modified.

The summer sun is shining brightly through the windows.

And every day from now on, you will live as Dorothy’s complete, perfect little bitch.