For those who believe that a Mistress could never actually love her slave, they are wrong. When I transform into a werewolf, it’s his safety that I think about first.
I woke up in the morning with a long white sheet covering my thick body. I stirred and felt a sense of satisfaction. I love the pain of shifting and how much it hurts when I turn into my Wolf form. Sometimes I hesitate, wanting to change under the full moon because of my overwhelming need to kill and mount. When I am with someone then the desire multiplies to the point where I can’t think straight at all.
Why do I take on a slave? His love for me and the fact that he has a brain and when I want him to be romantic he raises to the occasion - this is why I love him with all of my heart, even with the dangerous but fascinating fetish he has about me transforming. Since my animalistic senses take over when I transform, that concerned me. I want to say that I never lose control in my hybrid form, but that would be false on so many levels. I also don’t consider fucking in my Wolf form bestiality because I’m still half-human.
My story on how I came upon my curse or gift is when I got kidnapped as a teenager and my new life, which I consented to willingly, began.
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