The First Public Walk After Vaginoplasty

Ten days after the procedure, the clinic cleared Eva for light activity.

Mistress brought her home at dawn.

The drive was silent—Eva in the back seat, naked except for the recovery blanket, still tender between her legs, the new pussy wrapped in soft gauze and a light pad.

The stitches were dissolvable, the swelling minimal thanks to the advanced technique.

She could already feel the delicate new folds when she shifted—soft, sensitive, alive.

At the estate, Mistress removed the blanket and the pad.

Eva stood naked in the foyer, legs slightly apart, looking down at herself.

No cage anymore (removed during surgery).

No tiny clit.

Just smooth, pink lips—neat outer labia, a small hooded clitoris, and a tight entrance still slightly puffy from healing.

Mistress clipped the fluffy pink dog-ear headband into Eva’s hair.

Then the thick pink leather collar—MATING BITCH tag glinting.

Finally, she gently inserted a new butt plug: smooth silicone beads strung together like anal beads, ending in a realistic black-and-tan dog tail that swished behind Eva with every tiny movement.

No other clothing.

No skirt.

No shoes.

“Today is your first public walk with your new pussy,” Mistress said softly.

“You crawl the whole time.

Naked.

Tail up.

If any dog wants you—stray, neighbor’s pet, someone’s off-leash pet—you present immediately.

And you let them fuck your fresh cunt right there on the path.

No hesitation.

No covering up.

Show the world what your new pussy is for.”

Eva’s voice—still a little hoarse from weeks of use, but clear and feminine—answered:

“Yes, Mommy…

I want them to… breed my new pussy… in public… like a real bitch.”

Mistress clipped two short leashes to the collar ring—one for Titan, one for Rex.

The side gate opened.

Eva dropped to all fours and crawled out first.

The sun was warm on her bare skin.

Her tail swayed with every slow movement forward—beads shifting inside her ass, keeping her constantly aware, constantly open.

Her new pussy felt every breeze—sensitive, exposed, tingling with fresh nerves.

They hadn’t gone far when the first opportunity appeared.

A neighbor’s loose Belgian Malinois trotted over from the adjacent property—muscular, golden-brown, intact male, already sniffing the air.

Eva froze.

Mistress gave the command:

“Present, mating bitch.”

Eva lowered her chest to the warm pavement, knees spreading wide, ass lifting high, tail raised straight up like an invitation.

The new pussy opened slightly—pink, glistening, still a little swollen from surgery but already wet with anticipation.

The Malinois circled once, nose buried between her legs, licking the fresh folds.

Eva whimpered—high, needy.

The dog mounted—front paws wrapping around her waist, hips thrusting forward.

The first thrust missed, sliding along her ass crack.

Mistress reached down calmly and guided the tip to Eva’s new entrance.

One smooth push.

Eva cried out—sharp, surprised, overwhelmed.

It felt completely different.

The canine cock was hot, slick, insistent—stretching her newly constructed pussy in ways no human ever had.

The angle hit nerves that had been carefully preserved during surgery.

The dog fucked her fast—short, rapid thrusts, knot swelling quickly.

A small crowd had gathered: three walkers, a woman pushing a stroller, two cyclists who had stopped.

Phones were out.

No one intervened.

The knot locked with a wet pop.

Eva gasped, body shaking, the new pussy clenching hard around the intrusion.

Mistress knelt beside her, stroking her back.

“Good girl… take your first public breeding with your new cunt… let them see what Mommy made for you…”

Twelve minutes of pulsing heat—thick spurts flooding deep inside her fresh pussy.

When the knot popped free, a thick stream of canine cum poured out—white against pink, dripping onto the pavement.

The Malinois dismounted, licked her face once, then trotted off.

Eva stayed presented—ass high, new pussy gaping slightly, cum leaking steadily.

Mistress reinserted the beaded plug and reattached the tail.

“Up, puppy.

Crawl on.”

They continued.

Half a mile later, two off-leash Huskies from a nearby estate bounded over.

Eva presented instantly.

The first Husky mounted—fast, eager, knot locking in under a minute.

The second waited impatiently, licking the cum dripping from her thighs.

The crowd grew: five people now, then eight—phones recording, murmurs of shock and arousal.

Eva moaned with each thrust—clear, high, feminine—her new pussy gripping the knot beautifully.

When the second Husky finished, cum ran down her legs in rivers.

Mistress wiped her gently with a cloth, kissed her forehead.

“You’re doing so well, my little public bitch.

Everyone sees how perfect your new pussy is.”

They crawled the full two-mile loop.

Three more dogs mounted her along the way—one stray Labrador, one neighbor’s Rottweiler, one golden retriever being walked by its owner (who simply stopped and let it happen).

By the time they returned to the gate Eva had been publicly knotted seven times—cum dripping steadily from her new pussy, tail matted and heavy, body trembling with exhaustion and repeated orgasms.

Mistress led her inside, unclipped the leashes, and carried her to the bedroom.

Eva collapsed onto the soft rug, panting, new pussy sore and full, face flushed with shame and bliss.

Mistress knelt, cupped her chin, and kissed her deeply—tasting the salt and musk on her lips.

“You were perfect, my little public mating bitch.

Everyone saw.

Everyone knows now what your new pussy is for.”

Eva’s voice—clear, trembling with devotion:

“Thank you… Mommy… for letting them… breed my new cunt… in public… like a real bitch…”

Mistress smiled.

“Every morning from now on, puppy.

Naked crawl.

Tail in.

Ready to present and be knotted whenever a dog wants you.

Until the whole coast treats you like the open-air breeding bitch you were born to be.”

Eva nuzzled Mistress’s thigh, whispering:

“Yes, Mommy…

I want them all… to mount me… to knot my new pussy… in public… forever…”

Titan and Rex padded over, licking her face and thighs clean—affectionate, possessive.

Mistress clipped Eva’s leash to the foot of the bed.

“Rest now.

Tomorrow’s walk will be longer—and we’ll bring more dogs.”

Eva curled between her mates, tail still swaying, cum still dripping from her perfect new pussy.

She fell asleep smiling—dreaming of leashes, open paths, and endless knots under the sun.