For me there are few thrills in life like the privilege of being tied down and opened wide for indiscriminate use by a mob of rabid carnivores. When I'm on my knees with my tits in the dirt and my ass in the air, my wrists cuffed together behind me and yanked back high over my head with a pair of ropes spreading my knees, I'm not just helpless. I'm no longer human. I'm not even an animal. I'm a thing, a bag of warm meat existing to be pounded black and blue, reamed raw and pumped full of sperm.
For the most part species doesn't cross my mind. We're all animals, and if any of us is worth less because of what we look like or the quality of our build it's definitely me. I was made defective and that's a good thing. Humans can be malicious in their lust and I thrive on being the target of that hostility. Thing is, to society non-human animals are lesser beings and sex with them is unnatural, demeaning and wrong, and though I don't agree with any part of that opinion, the pathetically submissive little exhibitionist in me loves the feeling of them watching and judging, knowing the filthy, depraved, repulsive little cunt that I am.