Mommy is Alpha

The next evening, Dorothy made her position crystal clear.

She brought all three of you — you, the black Lab, and the Rottweiler — into the living room. The dogs were restless, cocks already half out of their sheaths, sniffing at your leaking hole with eager interest.

Dorothy stood tall in the center of the room wearing nothing but her pearls and a pair of black stilettos. Her thick cock hung heavy and semi-hard between her thighs.

She snapped her fingers at the dogs.

Both immediately sat down, ears perked, watching her with respect.

Then she looked at you.

“Present, Slutcunt. Right here.”

You crawled forward and dropped into position directly in front of her — chest pressed to the floor, ass raised high, fluffy blonde tail lifted and wagging submissively. Your long tongue hung out, drooling onto the rug.

Dorothy reached down and stroked your tail slowly.

“Listen carefully, boys,” she said, addressing the dogs while looking straight at you. “I am the Alpha of this pack. Not you. Not you. Me.”

She gave your tail a firm tug, making you whimper.

“And this little bitch belongs to me first.”

She stepped behind you, lined up her thick cock, and pushed inside in one powerful thrust — all the way to the hilt. You let out a loud, broken “Arf!” as she stretched you open.

The dogs watched intently, whining softly.

Dorothy began fucking you with deep, dominant strokes — claiming you in front of them. Her heavy balls slapped against your leaking cage with every thrust.

She looked at the dogs while she railed you.

“You can breed her. You can knot her. You can fill her. But never forget — she is my bitch. My toy. My property.”

To emphasize her words, she grabbed your tail with both hands like reins and used it to pull you back onto her cock harder. You barked and moaned helplessly, tongue flopping, drool flying everywhere.

“She’s right… Mommy is Alpha…” the black Lab seemed to say with a low whine.

The Rottweiler lowered his head in submission, even as his cock throbbed.

Dorothy smiled, satisfied.

She fucked you harder, pounding that perfect spot inside you until your eyes rolled back and you came — ruined and pathetic — spurting weakly through your cage onto the floor while barking incoherently.

Only when you were a trembling, drooling mess did she finally pull out.

She turned to the dogs.

“Now you may have her… but only after I mark her first.”

She stroked herself fast and came across your back and tail — thick ropes of her cum painting your fluffy blonde fur, marking you with her scent.

Then she stepped back.

“Go on, boys.”

The dogs didn’t hesitate. The black Lab mounted you immediately, slamming into your already stretched and cum-slick hole while Dorothy watched with dark pleasure.

As he knotted you, Dorothy crouched beside your face and whispered:

“Tell your pack who the Alpha is, Slutcunt.”

You looked up at her with glassy, adoring eyes, tongue hanging out, and barked breathlessly between moans:

“Arf! Arf-arf! Woof!”

Mommy is Alpha… Mommy is Alpha… I belong to Mommy first…

Dorothy smiled and kissed your lolling tongue.

“Good dog.”

She sat back on the couch and watched contentedly as both dogs took turns breeding you, your tail wagging the entire time, covered in her cum.

From that night on, the hierarchy was set in stone.

Mommy was Alpha.

You were the pack bitch.

And you had never been happier.