This is a story about consentual bestiality.This is a story about consentual bestiality. If this offends you, skip this article *immediately* It was written in the first person, as I find it easier to put on paper, and I have also tried to make this as close to both fantasy *and* reality to make it more erotic. I took the bus home with a bemused look on my face. I had in my possession a cassette which I hadn't seen before but I knew that I was supposed to listen to it that evening. I had just finished another session with my hypnotherapist whom I had been seeing for several weeks. I had started seeing one just after I finished my with girl after she had found some bestiality magazines under my bed. I'd cursed myself for leaving them out, but at the time I hadn't thought she would go looking under there. Anyway, I had started to get worried about why I had these urges. In particular my fantasies about being mounted by a dog or sucking a dog while he humped so hard his knot went into my mouth and I had to drink all of his come until he could slip out, and whilst he was ejaculating I was orgasming uncontrollably. The first therapist I saw was female and I don't think she had been professional very long as she looked as though she was going to be sick when I told her of my concern. The second, and current, therapist was much more understanding and told me that he had seen several clients, both male and female, that had bestial desires and mine were not as bizarre as some of those he had heard. At first I doubted what he said, as though he was just trying to humour me, and I had trouble relaxing and going into the trance-like state that would allow my semi-conscious mind to speak. |