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The Dog

By: GirlWithBoots



Haven't been writing much lately, so this will hopefully kick my butt into gear. This the beginning of a story I haven't finished. If you like it, let me know and I'll continue. If not...

Usual warnings. Some of what is contained in this story likely isn't a good idea in real life. Use your brains. Literature is literature, no more, no less.

*

He lay next to Her, listening to Her soft, even breath of sleep. He had been listening to Her for an hour now, by the digital clock, and still He couldn't fall asleep. With balls aching and images from earlier in the night running in loop through his brain, he didn't expect to sleep any time soon.

For hours he had worshipped Her body, bringing Her to her first orgasm with his fingers from behind. Then finally She gave him something he had been begging for for days; She had queened him, smothering him, drowning him in Her sweet beautiful pussy, sitting on his face, writhing through an intense orgasm achieved with his tongue deep inside Her. She had tormented him mercilessly throughout, bringing him over and over again to the brink of orgasm and denying him each time, usually with Her hand but a few times with her amazingly skilled mouth. So pleased She had seemed with him, that he was almost certain She would let him cum, but claiming exhaustion from two such intense orgasms, she merely locked him up with a kiss on his forehead and fell into quick sleep.

As She found the male chastity device he wore during the day uncomfortable to sleep against, She had come up with an alternative. His hands were loosely cuffed, locked with small padlocks to a chain between running up to the headboard. Around his right ankle was another cuff chained to the footboard of their large wrought iron bed. The system allowed him relatively free movement and comfort but he could not lower his hands past rib level or pull his body very far up in the bed. This set-up very effectively prevented him from touching his genitals in any way. In some ways this was worse than his Curve. Because She milked him at least once a day, he had yet to have any nocturnal orgasm and he was tortured every night by the feel of her soft skin against his body.

Unable to help himself, he nuzzled Her neck gently, breathing softly into her ear, and savored her sleepy murmurs as She cuddled her body back into his. Eventually, he fell into a light sleep with the warm sleeping smell of Her in his nose.

***

"Stop that! Stop that now!"

The sharp voice jarred him out of his sleep, bringing him into confused wakefulness. He lay on his side, curled somewhat and She was sitting up next to him. In the dim light filtering in from the street, he could see the angry look on Her face and cringed inside.

"What do you think you're doing?"

At her words he became aware of his body and in horror realized he had his knees wrapped around her thigh, his cock, hard and throbbing, tight to the smooth flesh of Her leg. Even now, his hips were twitching and by the wetness he felt, he knew that in his sleep he must have being rubbing himself on Her for some time. In fact, he was only a few moments from orgasm, and only with a major effort of will did he unwrap his legs from hers and pull away.

"Mistress, I... I'm sorry... sleeping... I..."

"Shut up. You are disgusting. No control at all. Humping me in my sleep."

"Mistress, I apologize; I'm so sorry. I was asleep. I didn't know..."

She pulled away from him, kneeling up on the bed, towering over him like a vengeful Goddess, and he didn't think he had ever felt such shame before. She was right, he had no control, and he had no idea how to make this horrible indiscretion up to Her.

"I thought we had been doing so well pet," She told him in a softer voice. The anger faded from Her face, replaced by pity and disappointment. "I really thought I had been getting somewhere with you, helping you learn to control your animal urges, and now this. Humping me in the night like an animal. Just like an animal."

Her face became thoughtful for a moment, brows furrowing slightly between her green eyes that ran over his naked body. Then her face lit up, eyes sparkling and a small smile pulled at her rosy lips. The expression was so sweet, angelic, innocent looking even, and he shuddered in terror and deeper inside, excitement. He knew this expression well. It meant that She had thought of something that pleased Her and boded very badly for him. Although inexperienced as a Domme, She more than made up for lack of worldly knowledge with a devious creativity and imagination that had brought him sobbing to Her amazing feet more than once. His desperate need to please Her was matched only by Her ability to torment and frustrate him. 

"Yes, like an animal. Like a dog I think. Exactly like a dog."

"Mistress, please-"

"Shhhh," She whispered, laying a small finger across his lips. "No more talking now."

She jumped from the bed and he couldn't help but admire her body. Silky white soft skin, full breasts tapering from her ribs to her waist under a black cami, then swelling again to her rounded hips. The lace panties She wore covered and tantalized at the same time, beautifully highlighting Her gorgeously long, graceful legs. Firmly muscled thighs flowed into slim, shapely calves into incredibly delicate ankles. And her feet... How to describe her feet? Pure alabaster beauty. He had never seen their like, not even on sites dedicated to feet. And if anyone would know, it would be him. The uncountable hours he had spent online, masturbating uncontrollably to unending images of feet. In exchange for helping him in controlling his shameful addiction, She had allowed him access to the most spectacular feet he had ever dreamed of touching. Not once had he regretted begging to be Her slave.

During his silent admiration, She quickly unchained him from the bed, leaving the cuffs with their chains on him. Then Her hand was in his hair, grasping hard, and bodily She dragged him out of the bed while he scrambled to keep up with Her.

In the corner of the bedroom, embedded in the bare wood floor was a sturdy eyebolt. For him it was a place of humiliation and torment, where he spent his punishment time. Leaving less than three feet of slack, She attached a chain first between the bolt and his permanently welded collar, then the cuffs on his wrist and finally the cuff on his ankle. He was immediately impressed by how very uncomfortable this bondage would be for him. Though the chain ran freely through the bolt, with so little length between collar, cuffs and ankle, he was forced to curl himself tightly around the center point. Already he could feel strain in his shoulders, hip digging into the hard floorboards, tension that would lead to cramps in his thighs. Pulling a spare blanket from the bed, tucking it around his shivering form, She crouched next to him, stroking his hair and neck.

"Don't cry sweet, you know I'm doing this for you, for your own good. I want you to be the best slave in the world and this is how to do it. You want to please me don't you, make me proud?"

He fought back tears of shame and fear of pain, not wanting to begin sniveling so soon. "Yes Mistress, I want to please You more than anything. I'm so ashamed that I've failed You."

"We will make it right. You sleep now and in the morning I will show you how to please me."

"Yes Mistress, thank You for all Your thoughtfulness. I love You so much."

"I know darling, now sleep."

Washed in the warmth of her care and the intensity of his love for her, he fell into a drained sleep far more quickly than he would have guessed possible in such a position, and dreamt of Her through the darkest hours of the night. 

***

Warm morning light woke him slowly, and rolling heavily onto his back he groaned as he stretched his legs out. The pain in all the muscles of his body brought the events of the night to his mind and eyes flying open, he saw his beloved Mistress kneeling next to him on the floor. The blanket was gone, and the chain removed from the bolt, but still clasped to the collar around his neck, leaving him loose to move if only his cramped body could take advantage of it's freedom.

"Mistress," he gasped as he tried to sit up, pain shooting through his shoulders and down his back. With Her arms wrapped firmly around him, She helped him into a sitting position. He collapsed forward, forehead on his knees, and moaned in relief as She began strongly massaging his neck and shoulders. She explained what would happen that day.

"You were very, very bad last night. No, don't say anything, I know that you are sorry, but that isn't enough. You need to learn your lesson and you have a lot to make up to me. I think I have come up with a way to do both those things."

While She spoke with in a mild, explaining voice, he hung on Her every word. At once he was thrilled to know there was something that he could do that would make it better and at the same time anxious and fearful at how much pain this may cost him. It quickly became evident that just about any physical punishment would have been easier to bear than what She had planned.

"Since you have so little control over your animal urges, in punishment you will spend the day as an animal. A dog. My dog. My faithful, well-behaved, loving animal companion. From the moment I have you prepared you will no longer be a human in my eyes or your own. You are not to speak at all. At most you may bark, whine or yelp as a dog when appropriate. If this is a problem for you, I have several gags that you are familiar with that will enforce this. I hope you don't make that necessary. 

"You can't stand; dogs don't stand and neither will you. Rather than allow temptation to torment you for the day, I will, very kindly I believe, make this impossible for you"

In a shaking little boy voice he thanked Her.

"You're welcome. No use of your hands today. Again, I will help you with this by making them as useful to you as paws, which is appropriate. Lastly you will be outfitted in a way that will constantly remind you of your position so that by complacency you aren't tempted to forget you place. Now come dog."

Standing with the chain turned leash in Her hand, She walked from the bedroom towards the living room with him crawling somewhat stiffly behind. His position allowed him a wonderful view up the short black skirt She had donned. He could even see the tops of the thigh high sheer black hose She wore, and her silky black panties. That sight and her shapely hosed feet padding before him brought him instantly to high arousal. By the time they reached the coffee table with it's variety of carefully chosen objects on display he was virtually panting in his lust.

Ordering him up on his knees, She asked for his hands. Taking some white fabric medical tape, She began enclosing his hands. From his wrists She worked down, binding his thumb to his palm and his finger together. When finished he couldn't even curl his hands. Effectively, he now possessed paws and with trepidation he suspected that he would not have been able to bring himself to orgasm manually even if he dared attempt such a thing.

Next, on his hands and knees, legs spread widely, Her actions explained the use of two rather incomprehensible items on the table. The sturdy white twine She wound several times around the base of his balls. Although She delighted in causing him pain in this area, today's treatment was not truly uncomfortable, at most it sensitized, until She attached the dowel that is. Pulling his sack back between his legs as far as She could, She attached the 24" length of wood just below his balls, but behind his thighs. The weight of the dowel pulled at him, slightly painfully, but he was confused as to its purpose until She ordered him to stand.

He quickly tried to scramble to his feet and was at a half crouch when pain ripped through his testicles, deep into his belly, bringing sudden nausea. Knees folding beneath him, he fell forwards with his useless paws clutched over himself, face pressed to the floor groaning. Over him, he could hear Her clapping Her hands, and in his mind's eye could see Her happy smile with excitement lighting it.

"Oh it works! This is great, just wonderful. I wasn't totally certain if it would work or not, but this is so great!"

His Mistress knelt down next to him, and taking his chin in the palm of her hand, pulled him up on his hands and kneels, forcing him to release his aching balls to support himself. Intently She peered into his eyes, her smile widening at the tears still welling. 

"That hurt a lot didn't it? See, now you won't be tempted to try to stand. Aren't you glad you won't have to fight that? But it does seem to need some adjusting."

He nodded vigorously, afraid that speaking even now might anger Her, making her change Her mind about loosening it. Feeling Her hands between his legs, releasing the twine where it was tied to the dowel, he moaned at the relief to his painful testicles. The ending of pain more enjoyable than just about any pleasure he had felt. The relief lasted only seconds. With a firm hand wrapped around his balls, She began stretching them backwards. It wasn't the wrenching agony of before, but still, wordless, open mouthed whimpers poured from him as the tension increased second by second. Her other hand rested on his ass, preventing him from rocking backwards to relieve the pressure on his sack. When he began to fear that She had plans for castration and was on the edge of begging release, She finally knotted the twine to the dowel behind his thighs. So tightly bound were his balls that they pulled his cock down and back, pointing towards his knees. Incomprehensively he had hardened through this procedure, and flushed a brilliant red when She reached a hand between his legs to stroke his now raging hard on. He could feel the wetness Her soft fingers spread over the head, gasping at the intense combination of such pleasure with pain.

With his head hanging low, completely focused now on the sensations caused by Her hand, he didn't notice what She was doing with the other. Feeling something smooth and moist against his asshole, his eyes flew open. The view offered between his legs was perplexing for a moment. Hair. Long black coarse hair trailed over his lower legs and just brushed the floor. He watched for a few seconds, feeling the pressure on his hole increase then it clicked. Oh no. A tail. A tail attached to a butt plug. By the feel of it a rather large butt plug.

He raised his eyes to find Her gazing at his face as She worked both hands. She had an absorbed expression, searching his eyes, drinking in everything he was feeling that showed on his face. With his eyes locked to hers for an instant he felt completely invaded by Her, as if his soul was laid out before Her for examination and torment. She was smiling.

To be continued... if you all like it so far!

The Dog Died



They say that life begins when the kids leave home and the dog dies. Well, that's when things started coming apart for me. It all started at the end of season Labor Day dinner dance at our country club although I had no idea about what was happening at the time.

My wife Alice, is a petite 5'3" beauty, vivacious, personable and friends with every one. She is a first grade teacher and has been working at it since she graduated from college twenty one years ago. We married one year after she started working and we have two children, a boy and a girl, fraternal twins, who left for college last week. Our twelve year old dog, Sam, a black Labrador retriever died a week later. I am two years older than Alice. I am partners with my best friend from college in a company that designs custom soft ware for small and mid size companies that do not want to support heir own programmers. He takes care of the business side of the company and I am in charge of the development and customer care side. This means that whenever a client has a soft ware problem I usually have to go to them and solve or upgrade their programs. It is a very lucrative business but it means I am out of town several times a month, any where from one day to sometimes three or four.

At the dinner dance we were at a table with four other couples and after our obligatory dance with each other, Alice was dancing with the other men at the table and then circulating around the room visiting with our other friends at the club. I lost track of her for a while until I saw her dancing with the golf pro. He was holding her close and whispering in her ear but I knew him pretty well and thought nothing of it at the time. She had taken golf lessons during the summer but so far nothing has come of them. She just didn't seem interested in golf. After claiming her from the pro we danced the last few songs and went home and as we entered the house she turned to me and gave me a passionate kiss.

"I had a wonderful time tonight and I want you to make love to me right now."

She was hot and started grinding her pelvis against me and I got an instant hardon. I zipped her strapless dress down in back and it fell to the floor leaving her in only her panties, stockings and heels She opened my pants and pulled out my ridged cock. My hands cupped her ass and I lifted her and pulled her panties aside as her hands went around my neck. I impaled her on my cock and I walked to our bedroom while our tongues played tag in each others mouths. She was so wet no fore play was needed. I laid her on her back and we fucked hard and fast and we both came together almost at once. 

"Wow," I said, that was wonderful but where did it come from." She said

"It is just that I love you so much and felt I had to show you with out waiting."

"Well you can show me any time. I love you too"

We washed up and she cuddled up to me and we fell asleep in each others arms.

The next week I was out of town for two days and got delayed with a last minute bug in the program I was working on. I had called to tell her I would be home later than usual. I walked into the house after 10 pm and she was just getting into bed. I told her to wait for me and I hurriedly undressed, climbed into bed with her, and proceeded to try to make love to her. She begged off saying she thought she was coming down with a cold and could it wait till she felt better. Usually we always made love when I came home from a trip but if she wasn't feeling well I could understand. The next night her cold didn't seem to develop so when we went to bed I again was feeling amorous and she acquiesced although some what reluctantly. Now we have always had an active sex life. Alice likes it just as much as I do and we usually know how to satisfy each other. I like to get her off twice, once with tongue on her pussy and then with a good fuck in her pussy. This time when I went to go down on her she pulled my head up and said,

"Just stick it in me. I just want to cum on your cock."

She came when I did but it didn't seem to be with the usual vigor and enthusiasm. The following two weeks we made love almost as often as usual but again I was noticing a certain diminishing of joy and passion in our coupling. When I got home from next trip, which was a long three night stay I thought she would be horny as hell and would want to fuck my brains out. Instead she gave me pitch that she wanted to give me a treat and would give me the world's best blow job. 

When we got into bed she went down on me and swallowed my dick like it was pencil thin. The whole thing right down to the root. Her nose was in my pubic hair. Now my cock is nothing to be ashamed of, I have a good 7 inches. It's thick enough for her appreciate when it is in her cunt but she took in like it was a piece of spaghetti. She made love to it like it was God's gift to women and the most perfect phallus on earth. She took me to the edge and backed off. She had me begging to let me cum and then begging for her to stop. It was the most marvelous exhibition of fellatio that I had ever experienced and I loved it. When she finally let me cum in her mouth I almost drowned her. I was on cloud nine. When I came down from my high I wanted to return the service but she declined saying that satisfying me was all she wanted that night. Now Alice likes sex as much as I do and I could never remember a session between us that I had never brought her to climax. What was going on?

The kids came home for Thanksgiving and having them home for the holiday made for excitement. There wasn't any sex between us because they were in and out and if we started and they came home we would have been interrupted. One incident though

made me thoughtful. Alice had asked me to bring home some Beaujolais wine for the holiday dinner and the clerk in the store touted me on to a Cabernet that I bought instead. Well you would have thought the world had come to an end. I said,

"They are both good red wines. What's the difference?"

"The difference is that I asked for Beaujolais and you brought some thing different. You never do what I want."

I thought to myself, what's the big deal. Neither of the kids would know one from the other and we drink wine so rarely that one good one is as good as another good one. And then I realized that lately she has been finding fault with me in a lot of little things lately. It was like she was irritated when I was around.

Two weeks before Christmas I made my last trip of the year. It was a rare four day one and I came home a horny satyr. I couldn't wait to plow her. I walked in the door, kissed her hello, grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bedroom. Before she could object I had her skirt off, her panties down and my cock in her. I fucked hard and fast and came in her just as she orgasmed. Or at least I thought she did. It did not seem as climactic as usual. I said,'

"I missed you. I couldn't wait to get you bed. I love you so much. You must have missed me too. You were so wet I slid right in."

"Of course I missed you. I love you too. Now let's have a drink and have dinner."

Christmas came and so did the kids. The week was full and they went back to school for New Years because their classes started on the next day. We went to the black tie dinner dance at the club. She was gorgeous in a high waisted long gown with a halter top. Deep cleavage, so no bra because the top was cut so that the fabric supported her full breasts. The rest of the dress was a tight sheath and I could tell she could not wear panties underneath. When we got to the club she was an instant sensation and she really deserved to be. I was very proud of her and proud to be her husband. We dined and danced as usual and went our separate ways, she dancing with many men, very popular in her spectacular dress, and me chatting with all my golf buddies. We met at midnight for our New Years kiss and separated again, her kissing all her friends and wishing them a Happy New Year and me settling at the bar with a few friends. Close to one am I made my way to the men's room, down a hallway, past a meeting room from which I heard, though the door, a woman say,

"Oh god yes deeper ohhhhhhh you fuck me so good  ugh ugh ugh aaghhhhhhhhhhh I love what you do to me don't stop."

I laughed to myself and thought some one is starting the new year right. I guess all the drinking had upset my tummy and I had a bit of diarrhea so it took me while to finish my business in there. I walked into the hall and saw my wife walking away from me back to the ballroom. I was going to call out when it hit me. It was she I heard in the meeting room. Son of a bitch .....what is going on here? I waited a few minutes until she was gone and knocked on the meeting room door. No one answered and I went in. No one there and no sign of anything that had gone on. 

Things started to fall in place. The change in her behavior since Labor Day, the nit picking and finding fault, the changes in our love life and the different greetings I got when I came home. Up until now I was clueless! But who could it be and where and why and when? I finally wandered back to our table and found her.

"Darling," she said, "where have you been. I was looking all over for you. It's time to go home."

I looked at her and thought, darling indeed. My wife is some one else's fuck toy. But I needed to know more. I needed to know everything and then I would know what action I would take.

"Yes, I replied, "it is late and I am tired. One last dance a we will go."

We danced the last dance, it was a slow one and she snuggled into me and said, 

"Happy New Year my love. I hope this will be our best year ever"

I almost threw up. My stomach was on fire. What kind of two faced bitch have I loved all my married life. We got home and I had to know for sure and as we walked into the bedroom I moved behind her, slid my hands inside that sexy halter top and cupped her breasts. '

"You were so beautiful tonight, no woman there could compare with you, I want you now." 

She tried to twist away but I held tight. I zipped the back open, slipped the halter over her head and let the dress fall. She was naked except for her stockings and shoes. I bent her over the bed and fucked her from behind, plunging in deep and hard. Holding her waist in one arm and her hair in the other hand I raped my wife. I slid in so easily, since she was so full of his cum, then I filled her with mine. I don't think she even thought of cumming herself. 

"My, my, she said," you were so eager. It's a good thing I was too. I was wet from wanting you all evening."

" Yeah,' I thought to my self, "me and who else."

We went to sleep with her snuggled in to my back and me laying my plans for revenge.

We have a client who manufactures and imports security and surveillance equipment. I called him as soon as the holiday was over and his advice was to take it slowly. He sent me devices to record all the conversations on the house phones and voice activated recorders to place in her car and in the rooms in the house that she was likely to use when on her cell phone. By the end of the week I had her side of two cell phone conversations from her car, with Randy the golf pro at our club. One ending with a meeting at a local motel. Now I knew the who and some of the where. I also found out that she loved to suck his cock. No wonder she did such a stellar job on me. 

The next week I heard her making plans for what they would be doing when I went out of town on my next trip. I heard her say, 

" I miss you so much. With the kids home and him not traveling because of the holidays it has been too long with out you in my bed. The quickies in the motels don't satisfy me. I need you for hours and hours with your cock in every hole in my body. I need to feast on you. Kiss every inch of your body and lick your cock and balls and even your ass. I love every part of you."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was my wife. He was thirteen years younger than she was and married, with one kid and a pregnant wife.. 

I called my client and he sent me three sound activated cameras that connected wirelessly with a recording device. I set them up before I left the next week. One in the entry hall, one in the living room and one in the bedroom. The next week on Wednesday, when she thought I was going out of town until Friday, I left in the morning before she went to work then doubled back home after she left. I checked out all the equipment and found it was working fine. I checked into a motel did some home work until 2:30 then parked down the street from my house in a rented car. She came home shortly after school let out and he showed up a half hour later. The son of a bitch just pushed the door open and walked right in. I hung around until he left just before dinner time then I went back to the motel and after my dinner and tried to sleep. I didn't sleep much. I returned to my home in the morning after I knew she had gone to work and retrieved the tapes and put them in the VCR and this is what I saw.

He closed the door and said to her,

"Hello slut." 

"Hello Randy."

She met him in the hallway wearing only a transparent bra and panties and high heels. I could see her nipples through the bra. They looked like they would push holes in it. I could see closed cropped pubic hair and the crack in her ass as she turned. She might as well have been naked. She walked to him, draped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He grabbed her ass and pulled her against his belly and they kissed for minutes, their tongues dueling the whole time. She then sank to her knees and pulled his cock out as he took off his shirt. She licked it like a lollypop and after she dropped his pants she sucked his balls into her mouth. She took the mushroom cap of his circumcised cock in her mouth and tongued it until he pushed her off. She worked his cock and balls like the virtuoso she was. Now I knew where she learned to give the blow job she did on me. I wasn't about to thank him. She then deep throated him. I could see her neck distend as she swallowed him and then he came. She didn't even have to swallow his cum. It just flowed down her throat. She could have worked any whore house in the world. As he withdrew she cleaned every inch of his impressive cock.

They then moved into the living room where she had prepared drinks. They sat on the sofa and talked but the camera could not catch the conversation. When he finished his drink he slid off the sofa and knelt between her thighs. He started at her knee and kissed his way up her inner thigh until he reached her cunt. His hands slid under her ass and he lifted her and his tongue worked her clit like it was a vibrator. She came....hard.

Then he tongue fucked her and she came again. Then once more he worked her ass with that magic tongue and she came again. By this time they were both naked and he lay down on his back and she mounted him cowgirl style, posting up and down on his cock.

Her hair was bouncing up and were and so were here tits. He reached up and grabbed a nipple in each hand and squeezed them hard. She screamed, I thought in pain but then she shouted,

"Pinch your tits harder, they are yours to use and abuse."

What the hell.....her tits belonged to him? She continued bouncing and every rise and fall of her body stretched her nipples so long I thought they would tear off but she seemed to love the pain. He then proceeded to slap her tits until they turned red. Suddenly she stiffened, 

"Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhggggggggggggddddddddd."

She came like I have never seen. I could see her belly contractions. Her head went back, her eyes rolled up in their sockets and then she collapsed on him. He held her tight and whispered in her ear and she could only nod her head. Finally she rolled off him and with him half carrying her, they went up into our bedroom. I guess the pain turned her on.

I saw them enter our bedroom and he deposited her on the bed. They lay side by side with her head on his shoulder. He was whispering in her ear again as his hands caressed her body. I wish I could have heard what he was saying because she just keep nodding and kissing his face, her hand constantly fondling his cock. Soon he was hard again. He rolled her on back and facing her, straddled her belly. She reached for his cock but he slapped her hands away and placed them on the outside of her tits. He placed his cock in her cleavage and had her push her tits together. He then proceeded to slowly tit fuck her. Every time he got to the top she would try to catch the tip in her mouth. She managed to get in quite a few good licks. Finally he came and she caught a lot in her mouth, with the rest covering her face and hair. Then he dismounted, flipped her over on her belly, spread her legs and knelt in between them. He then proceeded to spank her. He hit her hard. I could see her buttocks quivering under his blows and hear her shouting,

"Yes, yes, , spank your slut. I deserve to be punished. Spank me harder,"

I couldn't believe my ears or my eyes as I saw her ass cheeks turn a fiery red and her pelvis grind against the bed in her passion. He stopped beating her and grabbing her ass lifted it so she was on her knees, her face still on the bed. I saw her reach between her thighs to guide his cock into her ass and then heard her,

'Yes Randy, fuck your slut's ass. Drive it in me, fill me, fuck me, use me."

I was sick to my stomach as I watched my wife get ass fucked and listened to her screams of joy. By this time they had been at it for almost three hours. He came at least five times and I lost count of her orgasms. I never came that many times in a week. I couldn't watch any more and when I rewound I saw that I was nearly at the end of the recording.

It was now after one o'clock. I knew I should eat some lunch but my stomach was in knots. I got a beer and pondered my predicament. Could this be my wife of 21 years?

How could it come to this? I was determined to find the answers to why and how. I already knew some of the who and when. I sat there thinking pondering my alternatives.

I had loved her for all my adult life. She was the mother of my children. I had to have answers before I acted. Before I knew it I heard the garage door go up. I turned the TV on again and started the VCR. As she walked in the hallway to the stairs she saw me in the living room,

"John, you startled me. I didn't expect you home until tomorrow night. Darling, is everything all right. You are sitting here in the dark, with the shades down and the TV onnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Ohhhhhhhhhhh nooooooooo."

She saw the screen. She sank to her knees her hands covering her face. She started sobbing saying,

"This can't be. It's not me. You were never to know. Please let me explain. It is not as it seems. Turn it off. I love only you John, I love you."

She kept sobbing and babbling. Finally I said,

"Shut up." And she did. She sat there quietly sobbing, "You have a lot of explaining to do before I throw you out of here."

"Please don't do that." I love you. It is not what it seems."

"You are right. It seems to be a Nevada whore house but know it is my house, my home, my wife. I cannot tell you how much you have hurt me."

"Please , please, I want to explain."

"You will in all the gory details. Before we start finding out why I am going to set some conditions. If we have any chance at a future together you will have to adhere to them."

"Any thing you want I will agree to."

"You had better because if you don't we are finished."

One: You never have contact with Randy again. Before we are finished today you will call his cell phone. If he answers hand the phone to me, if not then you will proceed to tell him the affair is over and he can never contact you again. I will never be any one's cuckold.




The Dog Died



Two: You will call his wife and apologize to her for fucking her husband then hand the phone to me so that I can tell her that her husband just lost his job and if she wants proof of his infidelity I will supply her with the video tapes.

Three: You will see a therapist of my choosing as often as he thinks necessary until you can get over this fixation.

Four: You are going to tell me in the best of your recollection how this whole affair came about, leaving nothing out. If I find any omissions or lies you gone. Is he coming here today?

"No. He has golf lessons to give today and some business to take care of at the pro shop. He was not coming until tomorrow." 

Sure, I thought to myself, Fucking her before I came home to make sure she was not horny for me like she used to be.

"Did he always fuck you before I came home?"

"Yes, almost always and he told me I could not let you have me the night after he had me."

That bastard was running my sex life. How did he get this control over her?

She started her tale,

"It was at the beginning of August that I had my first golf lesson. You had been after me to take lessons from Randy and he was an encouraging and attentive teacher. There was a lot of compliments and some touching when he showed me how to swing. Once when he stood behind me showing me how to swing the club I could feel his hard cock against my ass. It was a bit exciting and flattering to have a man fifteen years younger than me come on to me. It was after the fourth lesson, just before Labor Day, when we went into the bar to have a drink and cool off. It was empty except for the bartender. He ordered a Vodka Collins for me and I gulped it down. I was so thirsty. He ordered another and as we sat and talked I could feel the drink start to hit me. I guess I got a little giggly. The bartender left and he pulled his chair closer to me and said,

"You are a beautiful woman Alice."

"Thank you for your compliment."

He was looking in my eyes and his hand went on my knee."

"I know something about you that even you don't know."

"And what would that be."

"You are a slut!"

His hand had been sliding up my thigh and when he said 'slut' his finger touched my clit.

I got a thousand volt shock through my system. It was like my brain shut down. I could only sit there with his hand in crotch and my eyes on his. He kept his thumb on my clit and his fingers entered my pussy to touch my g spot.

"You are a slut and you are going to be my slut."

It was like I was hypnotized. I couldn't move.

"What are you Alice."

"I am a slut." I couldn't believe I repeated that

"Whose slut are you Alice."

"I am your slut." I was like a zombie

"From now on you will always say my name when you answer me. Repeat your last answer."

"I am your slut, Randy."

Mean while his fingers were vibrating my clit and g spot.

"You want to cum now don't you."

"Yes please Randy."

"Then ask nicely for permission to cum."

"Please Randy may I cum."

"Do it slut. Cum for me now."

And I did. In the bar, at our club, where any one could have walked in, I had a shuddering orgasm. I came so hard I squirted all over his hand.

"From now on your name will no longer be Alice, I will call you 'slut'. 

From that time on I was like two different women, for you I was Alice and for him I was 'slut' and when he called me that, that is what I became. 

"Kneel here between my thighs slut. Unzip me and take out my cock." I complied.

"Kiss it slut." I kissed it

"Lick it slut," I licked

"Suck it slut," I sucked

"When I cum in your mouth you are to cum with me." He came and so did I.

He made me thank him for letting me suck him off and told me to go home. I did what I was told. As I drove home I knew my life had changed. I found out how much at the Labor Day dance.

I don't know if you noticed but I danced with him quite a bit that night and all the time he was giving me instructions and increasing his control over me.

"Good evening slut."

"Good evening Randy,"

"Who do you belong to slut."

"I belong to you Randy."

"Your tits, your cunt, your ass, your body and your mind all belong to me.'

"Yes Randy, my tits, my ass , my cunt, my body, my mind, all belong to you."

"You will always obey my commands and do everything you can to please me."

"Yes Randy, I will always obey your commands and do everything I can to please you."

I was outside of myself as Alice but I was like a puppy, eager to please my Master when I was 'slut'. I was a bitch in heat. My pussy was so wet it was leaking down my leg. To this day I don't know how he did it but by the time the night was over he owned me. When he called me 'slut' I was his to do with as he wished. I could still be Alice with you but when he called me 'slut' I only wanted to please him. I did a little research and all I can come up with is that I was a latent submissive. He teased me, titillated me, instructed me and turned me into jelly that night. By the time he danced his last dance with me I was begging him to fuck me. He said,

"Not tonight slut but I will be kind to you. When you get home tonight I want you to fuck your brains out with your husband."

If you remember when we got home I was all over you and we had quick and very hot sex. It was wonderful for me and I thought it was you also.

Yes, I did remember that night but now I was pissed off. I got that great sex because it was with his permission. He was controlling me through his control of her and I never knew it. How blind could I have been?

"Go on when did he first fuck you."

"You went out of town right after Labor Day. It was for two days. He had started calling me on my lunch break on every day that he could and after ten or fifteen minutes of conversation had me begging to cum just from the sound of his voice. I became his sex slave. He would talk to me and his voice went right to my pussy. It got so that all he had to say was.

"Cum for me slut." and I would, quickly and gloriously. I didn't even have to touch myself. It got so, that I could not wait for his calls. I even gave up lunching with the other teachers. I think you left that week on Wednesday and came back late on Thursday. He instructed me to come directly home from school, shower and dress only in my sexiest bra and panties and my tallest heels. I was leave the front door unlocked and wait in the hall until he arrived. When he walked in the door he said, 

"Hello slut," I became 'slut'. My pussy flooded and I walked to him and said,

"I'm your slut Randy." 

We did pretty much what you saw today. I have to admit it was what I needed and wanted from him. By now I was so completely under his spell that I had no will of my own. He left at dinner time telling me he would be back at the same time tomorrow. I was as limp as a wet dish rag. I fell asleep almost immediately and woke in the morning impatient for the after noon to pass so that I could see him again. My whole world revolved around his cock. He called at lunch time again and after he made me cum he told me that every time he came to my home I was to greet him as I did yesterday. I couldn't wait for classes to be over. He walked in the door and greeted me with,

"Hello slut" and I became 'slut'

It was much the same except that you called and said you would be late so he stayed a bit longer. He gave me instructions that I was never to fuck you when you came home from a trip. I was to do any thing I had to do but the day he was with me in our home was his day and I could not be with you on that day. I had to do some fancy improvising because we always made love when you came home from a trip. As Alice I felt guilty but as 'slut' I was eager to obey him. 

When you were home he would sometimes meet me after school and take me places. Since we only had a few hours it was more for adventure more than sex. This would happen several times a week. He took me four or fives times to an adult shop, made me dress like a street whore and wait on customers who came in to buys some toys. I had to demonstrate the toys on myself to show the people how to use them. Other times he took me to a place where they had 'glory holes' and I had to suck the cocks as they came through the wall. I got to love giving head. Twice he took me to an office and had me strip and bend over a desk, blindfolded, my ass offered as I rested only my face on a desk. I was instructed to say nothing to who ever entered the room and entered me from behind. I was fucked each time by several people and still don't know who. Another time I was taken to a strip club and made to do lap dances for men I never knew. Once he made me wear ben-wah balls to school and every time I got up to go to the black board I would cum in front of the class. I begged him not to make me do that again. I could have lost my job. Some times he would take me to a motel for a quickie but I think he liked it better making me do things that humiliated me. Once he made me kneel in the far corner of a parking lot and he pissed on me. He made wear the wet clothes home. Several times he made me get in the car naked and he drove around town watching peoples faces as they noticed me nude in the car. A lot of times he had me suck him off as he drove the car. He liked to do things that caused me pain and I learned to like it. I would get off from nipple clamps and when he pinched my clit I exploded. Spankings became routine. I was a pain slut.

This was my wife. That son of a bitch had turned her into a cock sucking whore. He was going to pay big time. I didn't know what I was going to do with her. I could hardly look at her.

"Tell me about the New Years dance. Tell me who you fucked there."

" How did you know about that? I really don't know who it was. I had a dance with Randy and he told me to go into that conference room, raise my skirt up to my waist,

bend over with my face on the table just as I did in that office. I was to let my tits hang out of the halter top and to close my eyes when I heard the door open then ask,

"What do you want my ass or my cunt."

I was to reach between my legs and guide the cock offered to my hand into the hole indicated and let him fuck me there. Of course I did what I was told and in answer to my question I heard the word 'cunt'. I was wet to start with and got even wetter when I pulled him in. His hands went to my tits and he pinched my nipples hard. They were like bullets. It was so erotic for me and I came several times for my unknown lover. He pulled out after he came, slapped my ass and when I heard the door close I pulled down my dress, cleaned myself as well I could, tucked my tits back in and went back to the ballroom. I was waiting for you at our table and we danced the last dance and went home. You wanted to make love and I was still full of some one else's cum and tried to talk you out of it. You wouldn't take no for an answer and you practically raped me. I wished you had treated me like that before. I might have been your slut instead of Randy's.

I said, "That's enough for today, I can't take any more." My stomach was in worse shape than I thought. Let's make those phone calls. She called Randy, got his voice mail and left the massage as instructed. She called Randy's wife and made her apology and then I told her to go up stairs, move all her stuff into the guest room. I called the club the next day and as a Director I made sure that Randy was terminated with no worthwhile letter of recommendation. I loved Alice but I hated 'slut'. I really didn't know what to do. Should I forgive her. Could I make love to her with those images in my mind. Could any man keep a wife who had done those things. She went to the therapist two or three times a week and he was optimistic about her progress. I however, could not bring myself to make love to her. The images in my mind would kill any erection that occurred. 

The kids came home for spring break and to prevent any disclosure of our strained circumstances I let her move back into my bed. She tried to come on to me but I just couldn't hack it. As soon as I took her into my arms the images arrived. The kids went back to school, non the wiser, and she moved back into the guest room. 

About a week later we were watching TV together when her cell phone rang. She took it into the kitchen so as not to disturb my listening and I heard her murmuring into the phone. After a few minutes a commercial came on and I went in to get a beer, her back was to me, and I heard her,

"Yes Randy I understand Randy. Of course I'll be there Randy. Good night Randy."

As she closed the phone I opened the refrigerator. She looked at me and she got an infinitely sad expression on her face. Her eyes misted up and a tear ran down her cheek. I just stared at her, my face stone cold. She turned and went upstairs into the guest room and started packing.

I saw her once after that night at the kids college graduation. I never saw her again.



The Dog Groomer



Right off the top, I'll make quite clear that I'm not a dog person. I'm a cat person. You don't have to walk them and they can be on their own for a weekend without chewing up the new sofa. But my wife thought we needed a dog—because we lived in a "ripe for ripping the rich folk off" golf club community, she said. But I know it was really because Libby next door got an Irish Setter, so naturally we had to have a Wolfhound.

Well, Wolfhounds are high maintenance, and I made quite clear to my wife from the get go that this was her dog. In retaliation, she decided that the dog would substitute for me everywhere except in her vagina. She still made quite clear that my cock was top dog in that kennel.

And when Angie gets involved in a project, she goes the whole distance.

This is just a preamble to bringing the dog groomer on the scene. Which is what Angie did two sessions into taking Grrr (her name for the dog, not mine) to an expensive dog obedience and grooming "college." After listening to all of the introductions on how to acclimate our high-strung purebred to his home environment (presumably so he doesn't start gifting us with pungent symbols of dissatisfaction and disdain on the floor of the front foyer), Angie decided that our home had to be evaluated as to its suitability to Grrr's needs and for advice on how to bring our 4,000-square foot, $2 million hovel up to dog code. So, she paid the extra fee for the dog groomer to make a home visit and inspection.

On the appointed day, I retired to poolside in disgust, separating myself entirely from anything to do with Grrr—or my wife concerning her current project. I heard them in the house and I hit the pool and did enough laps that I thought I'd toned up so well on the spot that I'd just slide out of my Speedo. Then I pulled myself across the pool tiles and collapsed on the lounger and promptly went to sleep.

I woke to voices under the patio table umbrella nearby. Angie and the dog groomer had come out to the pool area to discuss the grim details of our home's deficiencies as a dog safe haven.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that he was staring at me—talking to Angie, but having as much attention as he could muster plastered to me as I lay there in my skimpy Speedo. I knew that look. He was interested.

I slipped my dark sunglasses on and gave him a look back. Very presentable he was. Not a pretty boy or a muscle stud by any means. But very presentable. And he had a shy look about him, which probably went over as well with the dog owners as it did with the pooches. He wasn't a limp wrister either, despite anything I would have assumed or because I had caught him checking my assets out, which, if I don't mind saying, were a whole bank vault full.

I watched him as he talked to Angie and I liked his look and his manner. I could see how he'd be good at handling dogs. He showed every evidence of being good at handling people too. And the longer I watched him the more I became interested in being handled by him and handling him in turn.

Who knows who we are attracted to, what alignment of the stars and circumstance makes us want someone. I don't know and I don't care. I just know that, from that brief look at Cliff Marsden, the dog groomer, I wanted him.

And I soon could see that he felt the same way about me. He took a sudden interest in Grrr that went way beyond even Angie's interest and almost bordered on the unhealthy, I thought.

For three weeks Cliff found every form of excuse he could to drop by the house to give us this or that little thing that Grrr needed before their next grooming session or to consult with Angie on Grrr's progress (which was almost nonexistent as far as I could determine). And each time, as I saw him walking up the driveway, I found an excuse to be minimally dressed and just walking through the house wherever they were consulting. I made more trips to the front foyer in those weeks than I ever had before—and not just to clean of the inevitable present from Grrr that I usually found there. Angie, I'm sure, thought Cliff was interested in her, and she was mildly flattered. But I knew those looks he had given me. I knew when a man was interested in me.

This couldn't go on forever I thought, and Cliff was certainly playing out as the shy kind. There was nothing shy about me, though. So, I took the dog by the collar, so to speak, and made the first move myself. I set up an end-of-the-day appointment for a grooming of Grrr with Cliff. He was grooming the dogs at his home, in a downstairs room that obviously served as mud room, winter storage of the outside furniture, and laundry room—in addition to his dog work room. It was white tiled, floor, wall, and ceiling, and it looked somewhat like an operating room, with a sloping floor and drain in the center and everything. I'm sure it was ideal for whatever he had to do with the dogs, none of which I really had any interest in hearing about. I was a cat person.

"Oh, hi, Mr. Blade," he said when I arrived. "I'm surprised you came instead of Mrs. Blade. And where's Grrr?"

I just bet he was surprised to see me instead of Angie, I thought. He probably had been able to tell right off the bat, as I stretched out in feline fashion on my pool lounger that first day, that I was a cat person.

"I made the appointment, Cliff," I said as I moved into the room, making him retreat before me toward the alcove with the washer and dryer. "And Grrr won't be joining us either," I said.

"I don't understand. What . . .?"

"I think you'd agree that Grrr is the nervous type," I said, and then I added, a bit more maliciously than I intended, "And I think that Angie might be a bit too high strung to watch us fucking too."

"Excuse me, Mr. . . ." He was too shocked for words. But I was the very direct variety.

"You need no excuse, Cliff. You look just fine. And that basket of yours looks nice and bulgy too. I've seen how you look at me. Don't you think it time for you to stop making house calls and for us just to do it?"

I had him backed up against the washing machine now, and with one hand I was working the buttons on his shirt and with the other I was unbuttoning the fly to his shorts. He was stammering and yammering. But he wasn't stopping me.

I went into a lip lock while my hands ran across his body, exposing more flesh and rubbing it and gliding from one sensitive spot to another. I had him pushed into the washing machine. He was rigid at first in his confusion and not believing that this was happening so fast; not believing it was happening to him at all. But he warmed up fast enough and soon his hands were opening up and peeling away my clothing and gliding along my body as searchingly as I what I was doing to him. He thawed completely to me and was devouring my mouth now and making loud, animal-like sounds.

His yammering served to summon forth a small collection of pooches, who trotted out to the grooming room from all parts of his house and politely formed a semicircle around us, making up an attentive, appreciative audience. I don't know if Cliff minded the audience, but I thought it was kind of cute. I almost wished they'd brought their wallets so I could charge admission.

We were both naked as the dogs now, if not as furry—although Cliff did have that nice chest pelt playing ring-around-a-rosy with his pert nipples, one with a silver ring in it, and trailing down his torso into his bush. I lifted him up and slammed his nicely rounded butt cheeks down on top of the washing machine and started my lips on a journey down that trail.

"Mind the machine," Cliff managed with a gasp. "It's about broke as it is."

"Oh?" I asked, suddenly quite interested. "In what way?"

"It bucks and rumbles. Practically moves across the floor."

That was good to know.

Then I continued on my tonguing journey down into the bush. Cliff gasped again when I possessed him fully with my mouth, and he made little urping sounds that had the dogs perking their ears up as I worked his cock with my lips and tongue.

All shyness was gone and he was fully into the experience now, so I pushed his back against the machine's control panel and came up on top of the machine with my knees on either side of his thighs, grasped a pipe running along the ceiling above the machine with my fists, and pushed my pelvis toward his face. Cliff got the drift of where I was going with this and worked my cock big and moist with a very soft and inviting mouth. The dogs wagged their tails and had their hinies thumping against the white tiles of the floor and were licking their chops in empathy with the work we were doing on the washing machine. I remembered to be ever so thankful that none of them were attack dogs—Dobermans or Rottweilers—with a protective instinct for their daddy, because I was surely worrying his mouth with my poker.

When I'd worked up a good stroking rhythm of my own, I took one of my hands off the pipe and punched the washing machine button, turning it on. As Cliff had promised, it began to rumble and buck—and it added a good bounce to my fucking of his face.

He was gasping and screaming between swallows and gagging for me to fuck him for real, so I went back on my haunches a bit, pulled his legs around my hips, and drew his pelvis in toward mine. I glided inside him easily enough, which told me that this all wasn't exactly new to him and more or less assured me that he really had been signaling his want of me and was just too shy to be more direct about it. Shyness wasn't one of my problems, however.

The machine reached a particularly rumbling cycle as I bottomed out inside him, and we both had quite a long and wild ride before our own little show for the canines was over, with me spilling my seed deep inside him and him flicking his all across my belly and the top of the washing machine. I had his head flapping back and forth and his eyes wildly revolving around the grooming room and his howling setting off a chorus from our audience. All very satisfying for performers and onlookers alike.

After that I hauled him upstairs to his bedroom and laid him out on his bed on his belly and then laid him extra specially well and hard and deep and long. The dogs joined us on the bed, and, although they didn't exactly participate in my debauching of Cliff for a second time, they certainly sat around panting as much as he did and looked very sympathetically on, probably thinking that he was in some sort of painful fix as much yelping as he was doing.

I went away with a lip-smacking appreciating for the charms of Cliff and an agreement on a time for a repeat breeding session. I made but one request—that he not get his washing machine fixed for a while. I wanted to take both it and him for a ride again soon. The dogs were a good audience. But, as nice and polite and attentive as they were, I think I'm still a cat person.



The Dog Park



They had walked their respective pups together at the local dog park at least five days a week at the same time for almost a month. The pups all got along well and pleasant company made the time fly. There weren't many people who frequented the park with whom he socialized. Some had dogs that his canines didn't get along with. Others were overly controlling owners who seemed bound and determined to make the visit to the park unpleasant for their own dogs and the other humans. Some were just stupid, boring people. He would wave or nod his head to those, make some pretense of adjusting the volume on his iPod™ and alter his path to avoid them.

She was several years his junior, married to a successful business man. They had two children in their late teens who were attending college. He was also married to a woman some years his junior who still enjoyed the daily combat of corporate life which he himself had been beaten down by and abandoned several years earlier. His children were long since grown and pursuing their on destinies.

There was nothing remotely flirtatious or inappropriate in their conversations, certainly not over the first couple of weeks.  She was plain of face but certainly not unattractive. Unlike the majority of the regular dog park visitors she was neither obese nor gay. Their conversations had become deeper as time went on. They were both bright and well educated with dry senses of humor. At first they cautiously avoided discussing politics, religion, personal issues, spouses beyond the cursory and sex.

It had been an event during the first week as she had been washing one of her two dogs in the free wash area that had changed everything from his perspective.  During the chilly fall days she always had worn at long parka. She had removed it to rinse off her pups. He instantly noticed how well put together she was with long legs, a trim waist and a well sculpted upper torso. He recalled that she had mentioned a regular fitness regimen. She had bent over from the waist with her back toward him and his aging but still quite serviceable cock stirred in his jeans.

The woman had a textbook perfect butt. It was round, firm and symmetrical and straining against the soft cotton sweats she always wore. With no hint of a panty line the fabric clung to the perfect crease of her rump.  It excited him as nothing had in a very long time. He averted his eyes just in time to avoid being detected.

They were both happily married and had been for at least two decades.  He certainly knew that he couldn't imagine being married to anyone else. His sex life was okay but had become less frequent as the years had passed than he would have liked. His wife was far from adventurous and perhaps their couplings had taken on a very familiar pattern. Still he dearly loved his wife and enjoyed the time they spent together, more so with each passing year.

Following that day he could not get the vision of his dog park companion's perfect posterior out of his mind. He saw it as he drifted off to sleep and on first awakening. He even saw it in his mind while fucking his wife during their predictable every other Sunday engagement. He found no need to view internet porn when he jerked off each morning after his wife left the house. The vision of that perfect ass instantly made him very hard.

From that day forward he became more attuned to her every word and action. She was not remotely an unhappy person, never complained and was certainly not a whiner. He hated whiners and victims.  He was not one to even consider making a pass at her. In point of fact she had not provided any sort of opening or flirtation that might have given him the courage to pursue his goal. He had a goal, that was for sure. He wanted that ass more than he could ever remember wanting anything...to caress it, adore it with his mouth...to fuck it. Yes he wanted to fuck it. His wife had never been comfortable with even the slightest attention to her rear. There had been a brief period with another woman prior to his marriage...a distant albeit vivid memory.

She had stumbled once on a protruding root hidden by the fall leaves. He had caught her by the shoulders to prevent her fall and, off balance she had fallen back against him and that perfect ass has very briefly pressed against his groin. The more obsessed he had become with that perfect ass the more often he was at least semi-erect when they walked together. Denim had become uncomfortable so he had followed her lead and switched to loose fitting sweats. She could not have missed his hardness. His mind played games with him. He swore she had held that perfect ass against his stirring cock longer than needed to regain her balance but of course it had been just wishful thinking.

Still, after that incident it seemed as if something has changed.  She found excuses to touch him, perhaps warn him of a low branch, remove a burr from his jacket, brush an unseen insect from his hair or grab his hand or arm when she wanted to make a point. They would bump into each other while walking. Gradually he became more comfortable touching her arm or shoulder. As the end of the third week approached she had hugged him platonically while thanking him for making her daily visits to the park fly by so quickly.

Initially her visits had lasted a scant thirty minutes. That had stretched to an hour and quickly reach the two hour mark. On the three week anniversary of their meeting she had suggested that the two couples meet at a nearby Mexican restaurant for dinner that very evening. He had called his wife's office on the spot and she had agreed, seemingly excited to meet a new couple.

She and his wife were virtually the same age and got along famously. He and her husband were less than a year apart in age and also hit it off. His wife and her husband had some common business interests and contacts and quickly found common ground. The dinner was fun and a success as far as all four of them were concerned and they pledged to get together again in the future. Since his wife was not usually the jealous type and was unquestionably prettier than his new friend he got no sense that she was threatened by their dog park relationship. She even seemed pleased that he had found someone nice to walk with on his daily park visits.

On the first day of the fourth week of their relationship the topic turned to their respective spouses work.

"Does Amy have to travel much in her current position?"

"Unfortunately, yes---far more so than in her last one. Half of her people are on the West coast so she is out there for three days every two or three weeks. Then there is the occasional meeting, customer visit or whatever, so on average she is out overnight one or to days a week at least. How about Roger?"

"Pretty much the same. There have been some cut backs so he is having to take the trips that some of his subordinates used to take. There's a big project in the Southwest, so he's out there every two or three weeks."

A day later:

"You told me once how much the two of you hated subdivisions and that when you moved here you guys wanted to be close to Amy's work but 'on your own' so to speak."

"We found a perfect house, barely a year old---the folks who built it had some health issues and had to sell---ten minutes to work for Amy but on three and a half acres with no neighbors visible in any direction---can't even see it from the road. I can't say we even know our neighbors...were not social."

"Where is it from here?"

"Less than five minutes, due North. I know you told me where you live but...I forgot?"

"Unfortunately in one of those trophy house on top of trophy house subdivisions in far more house than we want or need. We don't really know our neighbors but can't avoid seeing them every time we walk out the door. Most of our neighbors are younger than we are and there's not much in common. At the time we bought it there were tax reasons for buying far more house than we needed and then the kids were still at home. It's not more than five minutes that way---South?"

"Ever want to move?"

"Funny that you should say that. Roger is probably going to hang it up in the next five years. We like this area more than any place we've lived and are pretty sure we'll retire here. We've actually looked around for someplace---like yours---with a few acres....trees...no close neighbors."

"Are you serious? Our newest neighbors, the only ones we know at all---we share the woods at the back of our respective properties---built a brand new house barely six months ago thinking they were going to stay for a few years. His company got bought and he has to move quickly. They're getting everything straightened up to list it but I don't think they have done so yet. You guys should check it out. The new company is making it very worth his while to take the move so I sense that they are anxious to get it sold quickly."

"I'd like to see it---how many acres?"

"Three and a half to four---just like ours. I fenced ours—they never got around to it."

"So if we bought the property next to yours we could have our own private dog park?"

"I put a gate in the back fence, so sure, if you fenced yours, we'd have more area combined than this park and wouldn't have to share it with the obnoxious ones."

A day later:

"Can you recommend a good place for doggie day care? I hate to leave my dogs anywhere but I've got a doctor's appointment day after tomorrow, Roger is out of town until Friday afternoon and..."

"Nothing serious, I hope."

"Probably not, but there may be a need for some minor surgery and while it won't involve an overnight hospital stay, I could end up having to stay longer than I'm comfortable leaving these two alone at home."

"Our dogs get along perfectly. I'll be glad to take them."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't feel comfortable asking you to..."

"Oh, please, Missi!  They'll have a ball together, fight over some toys in the yard, and ultimately all end up crashed on the king sized bed. Amy's on the West coast until Friday. I'm retired---remember?  It's not like I have any place to be."

"If you're sure..."

"I'm sure. By the way, here's the number for our neighbors. They don't have a house phone, just cells. Come to think of it, neither do we. Follow me home when we leave the park so you'll know how to get there.  I'm up by six every day."

"Okay, you convinced me. My appointment is at eight so I need to drop them off around seven?"

"Not a problem."

That afternoon he had cleaned the house better than he normally did. The next morning she had been running a few minutes late so they had met in the driveway and ushered her pups through the gate into the back yard. She had hugged him again...longer....closer?

She had called his cell less than two hours later indicating that she was enroute. This time he had elected to meet her at the front door. She seemed even more cheerful than usual, even giddy. She removed her coat and was also wearing a skirt and blouse. He had never seen her legs before. They were stunning. The hug was definitely longer and tighter.

"You seem quite full of yourself!" He had chided as he escorted her into the spacious family room.

She grew serious. "I had some tests about six weeks ago...female stuff. At my age you start taking these thing very seriously. They gave me medication. If the medication had the desired effect, no surgery would be needed and rather than having anything really wrong, I essentially had nothing more serious than a mineral deficiency.  The tests today gave me a clean bill of health...fit as a fiddle as they say."

"That's good to hear."

"I may pass on the dog park today. Why don't you give me the grand tour----property first, then the house."

"You got it!"

The pups all followed them faithfully down the path to the back of the property. They walked through the wood on the adjoining property in view of the neighbor's home.

"It's beautiful! I think I'll call them today. I couldn't concentrate on anything else until I got through this doctor visit this morning."

He gave each of the dogs a fresh bone as soon as they got back to the house. He knew that there would be perhaps a half an hour of frenzied chewing followed by complete exhaustion as the dogs drifted off into a stupor after their marrow fix. He began the tour in the finished basement, ending it on the second story in what had been intended as a loft of sorts which he had converted to an office which he never used. Thanks to the inclusion of a futon it could serve as a guestroom if the need arose. 

It had been while following her up the stairs that he had gotten his first view of her naked butt, evidently barely protected by thong underwear under a surprisingly short skirt. By the time he reached the landing his cock was rock hard and in his loose fitting attire it was impossible to conceal. Fortunately she was in front of him as he described each room, ending in the loft. She tested the mattress on the futon, commenting on its firmness and plopped down. He quickly joined her as much to hide his raging boner as anything else.

"Do you and Amy ever sneak up here for a little..." 

She was flirting now, of that he was positive. She had obviously unbuttoned the top two button on her blouse. Her short skirt was hiked up revealing an expanse of well toned thigh.

"I wish. Unfortunately with the long hours she works we don't seem to..."

"Fuck often enough?" 

Her use of the word fuck completed the total engorgement of his now painfully erect organ. She uncrossed her legs and tucked them under her. The skirt worked its way even higher. As she nonchalantly spread her knees, he realized that she was not wearing a thong as he fought to avoid staring at her neatly trimmed blond muff.

"I know that feeling. The frequency is bad enough but the sameness---the lack of adventure...there are things I've never done...want to try...you know, get nasty...play...toys...role play...games...sexual games---how about you two?"

"Amy's not into anything remotely off the beaten path."

"Roger is pretty provincial in the bedroom. Look, Jack, the ball is in your court now. I've taken this seduction about as far as I can short of grabbing your cock. If you don't want to take it to the hoop, I won't be offended, we'll forget it ever happened and stay friends. I've never done anything like this before...this brazen...slutty. I've never cheated on Roger---and I don't believe you've ever cheated on Amy. We both love our respective spouses and have too much to lose to fuck it up but right this second I'm thinking with my pussy and I sure as hell hope you're thinking with that impressive cock trying to get out of you sweats."

"Show me your pussy, Missi...show me how you make yourself cum."

Missi rose quickly, zipped out of the skirt, knelt on the futon and let her fingers drop to her slit.

"Show me that cock, Jack...big hard cock...stroke it for me baby..."

Jack needed no further encouragement, quickly losing his sweats and grabbing his cock.

"Jack...I need to talk...we need to talk...Roger isn't into that...the talk gets me off...tell me what you want to do with that cock...what you want me to do with that cock...keep it nasty...slutty...talk dirty to me Jack."

"Are you a good little cock sucker, Missi?"

"I'm a little out of practice---not Roger's favorite activity---then again in my youth I... Do you want me to suck your fat cock, Jack? Do you want to fuck my mouth? Make me your little mouth whore?"

Jack answered by rising to his knees and presenting his rock hard organ an inch from her lips. Removing her blouse she grinned up at him.

"Fuck my mouth Jack. Make me take that big cock in my throat. Treat my mouth like a fucking cunt. Make me..."

"Open that pretty mouth you sweet little whore!  Take it...take it all!"

Missi began to whimper as her hands worked furiously between her legs and more of Jacks big cock entered her mouth. She nodded as he began a slow, steady, deep stroke. To his disappointment she removed her mouth after a short interval as her orgasm overcame her.

"Sorry about that. Didn't want to hurt you when I came...God did I cum! Where were we?"

She quickly found his cock again with her mouth. After a few thrusts he decided to let her just blow him which seemed to be exactly what she had in mind. It was if they were communicating on a subconscious level. She sensed the changes in his breathing, accelerating her movements. In less than a minute he came with a growl, bathing her throat with his salty essence. She whimpered as she worked to swallow every drop. As she release his cock from her mouth and grinned up at him he bent down and kissed her.

His fingers found her slimy hole and began to explore. He needed to taste that hot little pussy. Moving to the floor, he spread her knees and found the succulent treat he had hoped for.

"That's it baby, right there! Lick that hot little pussy, make this bitch cum again. It's tight, Jack...really tight, two C-sections and lots of special exercises...my ass is even tighter...I know... I play with my ass all the time...stick toys in there...it's cherry, Jack. Never had a cock in my ass, Jack. Always wanted one...are you an anal freak, Jack? You can't keep your eyes off my ass at the dog park. I do have a great ass, don't I Jack? Tell me you want to fuck me up the ass, Jack! Oh, fuck! Yes, don't stop...oh, fuck!!!!!!"

While Jack and Amy never fucked in the loft, he often jerked off there. He knew what he needed was in the drawer to the right of the futon. In addition to the viscous lube he knew he would need there was something else in the drawer that he had forgotten about. A box with two devices, one a modest diameter vibrator, the other a T-handled affair intended for male prostate stimulation. Neither were for use with Amy---she preferred the Magic Wand™---and wouldn't have thought about probing his ass with anything. He had purchased them over the internet to experiment with his own need for anal stimulation. He realized there was something else he needed. A drink of water and one of the tear drop shaped pills. In the fridge....both were in the small office refrigerator next to the glass desk.

He dashed to the fridge, grabbed two bottles of mineral water, opened one, found the foil package of pills and downed one, then returned to the futon and handed Missi the other bottle. She murmured a thank you.

"Talk to me Jack. You're cock is almost hard again...what are you going to do with that cock, Jack?"

"Roll over...on your knees, Missi. Show me that perfect ass of yours." She did so without question.

His hands began to roam freely over her firm globes. ""You were right Missi, I've wanted to fondle and fuck your gorgeous ass since that first day you bent over in the wash area. But first...I need to taste it."

"Oh my God yes! Oh, Jesus! I've always wanted someone to do this to me! I was afraid to even suggest it. Might gross you out. Lick it baby...force that tongue inside me. And...you want me to do that to you don't you Jack? You want my tongue in your ass don't you?"

"Yes!" He croaked.

"And more than my tongue...right Jack? My finger? A toy? Do you want me to fuck you up the ass like you're going to fuck me? You don't have a..."

"Strap on? No. But there's always FedEx. For another day. But today, you're getting your ass fucked...that's what you want...isn't it?"

"Hell yes! And you know you want my ass...have to have it...fuck it Jack...fuck that ass you've been dreaming about. Make me your little anal bitch."

He carefully began working the lube into her anus with a finger then two. She cooed appreciatively. Grabbing the small vibrator and turning it on low he touched it to her labia than worked it down toward her clit.

"Go ahead, Jack put that bad boy in my pussy. I like it inside me...yeah...that's right. I exercise those muscles...I can hold it inside me."




The Dog Park



Dear Readers: This story was inspired by an unusually powerful flight of fancy. 

Please .......respond with your comments, criticisms, and your vote!! Feel free to contact me!

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Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power! – Euripides

There are three things that cannot remain hidden for long- the sun, the moon, and the truth about one's slavish nature- quote attributable to Buddha and, of course, Otis!

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Ortiz had everything a man could want by the time he met Chloe. At 32, he had completed his MBA, joined an investment firm, and was steadily rising up the ranks with reasonably good prospects for making partner.

Now he awoke to find himself handcuffed and shackled to the mattress in her guest bedroom. 

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she teased as she poured baby oil on his morning erection which left to its own devices would have needed no further encouragement from her.

It had been three weeks since she had persuaded him to enter this "arrangement" with her, eschewing his clothing and any semblance of dignity, permitting her to take incrementally bigger steps to humiliate him in front of her friends. 

By now he had grown accustomed to her walking him naked through the "dog park" set up in Hermann Park in the early morning air while it was still cool. The "dog park" was a new attraction set up by Parks and Recreation for Dominants to display and train their leashed pets. The dog park also served as an educational facility for members of the general public who were curious enough to observe the transformation of admitted submissives into slaves and beasts of burden.

At first he felt terribly violated by the prospect of strangers, men and women, observing his turgid genitals bobbing while she was leading him around by the leash. But under Chloe's patient guidance, he was becoming comfortable in his nudity, not only accepting it but gradually forgetting how he would have presented himself in any other way.

And so on this morning, like every other morning, he awoke chained to this mattress, having to hear her mocking voice remind as she did every morning of his weakness of will and obvious inferiority of character as she slowly stroked his engorged cock to its inevitable orgasm before a pay for view audience watching on-line.

He longed to make love to her but she would have no part of it. She dismissed the idea, telling him she could not sully herself with the semen of such a wretched subhuman as he who had so easily allowed himself to be degraded by her.

To reinforce the point she brought men home on two separate occasions. These were free men, handsome, strong, and still worthy of a woman's respect. It gave her great pleasure to force him to watch her surrender to their unbounded virility while he was handcuffed and shackled and helpless to do anything but watch the spectacle forced upon him.

Ortiz could still remember how he had gotten into this situation. He had met at her at a single's party and found her irresistible. He had succumbed to the seething sensuality lurking behind her penetrating, mesmerizing brown eyes and vaguely dangerous countenance. They began going out going out to dinner, going out with friends, his and hers.

As he found himself looking forward to spending more and more time with her, she told him of her involvement in the world of BDSM and how it enriched her life. They would sit for hours on the sofa smoking reefer and drinking wine as she told him in rich detail of the men and women she had trained for a lifetime of slavery. 

"Submissives find their freedom in slavery," she told him. 

"And Dominants such as myself find their life's fulfillment in freeing a submissive from his or her inhibitions and relieving them of the exhausting pretense of self-respect."

He found the sexual charge in her kisses overwhelming but every time he pressed her for the next level of intimacy, she told him she wasn't yet ready to have that kind of physical relationship with him.

Ortiz remembered the first time she took him to a munch in Bellaire.

He was amazed to see a coterie of beautiful women unabashed in their nudity, sashaying around the house, wearing nothing but collars, leashes and high heel shoes, serving the guests alcoholic drinks, hors d'oeuvres, and, if requested, acts of spirited sexual submission. 

Chloe introduced him as her current boyfriend to her good friend, Caroline. Caroline, who was hosting the event, was elegantly dressed and presented a demeanor of self-assurance and authority. 

Ortiz imagined he saw Caroline smile and wink at Chloe. Through the corner of his eye, he saw one of the male guests lead a female slave upstairs by her leash, presumably to a bedroom.

He excused himself to go mix himself a drink. As he entered the kitchen he was taken aback to see evangeline leaning against the custom kitchen island, the crack of her butt flush against the corner of the marble counter. She had been the lead administrative assistant of one of the principals at his firm and had disappeared from the office suddenly and unannounced some four months earlier. 

He had always been strongly attracted to her and had asked her out maybe on three separate occasions but she always politely rebuffed him.

Now she was standing before him, fully exposed and in all ways perfect, helplessly ensnared like a fish caught in a net. She was absolutely splendid in her nudity, her petite frame well defined, her body taut and firm, possessed of firm perky breasts and long flowing black hair.

She smiled when she recognized him and his loins began to stir as he considered the possibilities. He thought to shake her hand but threw all caution to the wind as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her, feeling the heat grow between them. She offered no resistance. At once he was intoxicated by her delicate fragrance, awakening his ardor. 

Ortiz puzzled over the ethical and carnal conundrum laid out before him. He had been spending all of his free time with Chloe but she had been, up to now, clearly disinterested in his physical advances. And now here was evangeline, his former co-worker, who had consistently rebuffed him in the past but now appeared to be available to him.

At that moment, Chloe walked in and quickly sized up the situation.

"No worries, Ortiz. She's nothing more than a registered slave now, ready for the picking."

"But what about us, Chloe?"

"If you're going to run with me, my dear, you will need to give yourself permission to experience at least once what it's like to be an Owner, a Dominant, and this is just as good an opportunity as any.

"Now, take her into the living room so we can all watch her perform for you, or should I say perform with you."

Taking her leash in hand, Ortiz led evangeline, the once and future object of his desire, out of the kitchen and into the living room where the party had been congregating. The thought of being able to fully impose his will on her without apology generated for him mental images exponentially more powerful than Santa Clause bringing a cocaine equivalent down the chimney at Christmas. 

The party's attendees became hushed as he sat on the sofa and she kneeled before him. He dropped his trousers and her lips immediately engulfed his cock.

Chloe sat down next to him and encouraged him by nuzzling on his ear and tussling his hair. evangeline's tongue felt absolutely heavenly on his engorged manhood. Caroline, nursing a black Russian, observed the unfolding event and smiled approvingly.

Ortiz yielded to his instinct to gently caress evangeline's upper back and shoulders as her mouth went up and down on his cock. Chloe immediately corrected him, instructing him to jerk on her leash instead. 

She told him that if he wanted to be an Owner it was incumbent upon him to remind her who was in control. Chloe reminded him that evangeline was, after all, no longer a person in any real legal sense but rather an abject slave whose reason for being was now nothing more than to serve and obey.

Ortiz put his hands behind the slave's head and pushed her deeper and deeper down the length of his erect cock, quickening her pace as he bucked his hips to chase after his escalating sensations. Chloe was whispering to him how proud everyone in the room was to see him take control of this pathetic slut at his feet. Ortiz could hear muffled moans coming from evangeline as she greedily devoured his manhood.

Ortiz imagined himself becoming a Master, a practicing Dominant, owning evangeline or a woman like her as an object for his pleasure. As he exploded in her mouth, little did he know that Chloe had already made other plans for him.

Now weeks later as he lie chained to the bed in her guest bedroom, he saw only too clearly that it was Chloe's intent all along to take him to a future where he would be the one on display and he would be the one forced to perform on his knees just as evangeline performed on him.

The transition, of course, had come gradually, seamlessly. After their first munch together Ortiz exclaimed to Chloe how gratifying it was to force himself on evangeline, bending her to obey his every whim, and how he wanted to have further experiences with other slaves which would eventually ordain him as an Owner in his own right. 

In his flights of fancy he conjured up visions of Chloe training him to be an owner so that they could humiliate slaves together.

Chloe suggested that for him to truly understand, appreciate and master the control he would wield as an Owner, he needed to experience first what it was like to submit as a submissive to a Dominant. 

"Every constituent member of our BDSM community ultimately experiences themselves in both roles, as master and slave," she told him. 

"You see, Ortiz, becoming an Owner is a life-long educational process, an acquired way of life. It is not a role one can rush into. It requires study and patience. 

"One has to discipline themselves before they can ever hope to discipline another. 

"Dominance is very much like any other spiritual tradition. It requires years to learn and a lifetime of practice to attain perfection.

"Knowing firsthand what a slave experiences as they lose their freedom, knowing firsthand what a slave experiences as they are forced to embrace their own degradation will enable you to profoundly enjoy your role as an Owner, Ortiz, and that joy will carry you through the rest of your life.

"It is only after you've walked a mile or two in their bondage that you will come to fully understand and appreciate the kink that will drive others to submit to you and, just like me, you will become the best and most compassionate Dominant you are capable of becoming."

Ortiz contemplated her suggestion with an equal measure of repulsion and fascination.

"Ortiz, do you trust me enough to guide you on your journey to wholeheartedly become everything you were destined to be? 

"After all, every successful Dominant I know of has been trained by another Dominant."

"But what about my job? What about my career?"' he asked.

"Don't worry about that. Leave it to me to arrange for your leave of absence. Your job will be waiting for you after you've completed your training."

"Where do we begin?"

"First things first, I need for you to fully disrobe before me. Slaves by definition are mere animals and we can't allow the animals in our care to wear any clothing, can we?

"Your nudity around me and others will help you understand the entire range of sensations that the slaves you'll be training experience."

Ortiz figured that the short term embarrassment at the hands of Chloe was well worth a glorious life-long assignment as an Owner, using his slaves any way he saw fit, and then taking them to auction when he tired of them.

He was willing to submit to Chloe's training if it meant that he could be certified as a trainer, deputized as a slaver.

As he removed each item of clothing, she would take it from him and drop it into a burlap bag. Chloe stared at him mischievously as he hesitated to remove his cotton briefs.

"Come on, Ortiz, we need to go all the way if you're going to allow me to train you how to train your own slaves."

She smiled broadly as he reluctantly put his hands inside his waist band and pulled down his underwear, standing fully exposed and mostly erect before her.

"Very good, my pet. Let's begin your first tutorial, shall we?

"As an owner, you will need to be consistent and unambiguous in your commands while training your slaves. 

"There's nothing more frustrating or confusing for a slave than an owner who is unsure of herself or cannot make up her mind while molding his behavior.

"Ortiz, I'm sure you've heard the old saying that you can teach an old dog new tricks but from experience I can tell you that it takes a lot of time, compassion and patience to get the job done. 

"Giving your slave a treat as a reward encourages him to behave well if the treats are connected to good behavior. A proficient owner will use a variety of rewards- not just affectionate backrubs but positive praise with a happy voice and masturbatory massage.

"You will learn that a proficient trainer must condition her slave to respond to single word commands like "sit", "present", and "kneel". With extensive training, a slave will learn to robotically respond to your commands, both verbal and nonverbal. 

"As an owner, you'll need to make sure your slave gets the exercise he or she needs to stay fit and healthy. 

"Long walks outside with opportunities for play time will help to solidify your Master-slave relationship. Slaves with unspent pent up energy tend to become easily distracted and nonresponsive to your commands.

"As I'm sure you will discover," explained Chloe, glancing at his raging hard-on, "that what separates slaves from humans is their pathological need to be continuously exposed to sensual and sexual stimulation. The empirical data suggests that most slaves start off as unrepentant sex addicts before they come to renounce their personhood for slavery.

"It will be important for you as Master to control and choreograph your slave's release as it can be quite harmful for a slave to store up and stew in excessive 'toxic energy' for too long.

"Ultimately, slaves just like humans need outlets for their stress, boredom and frustration. 

"Finally, you need to keep in mind that it is very important to regularly socialize your slave with other owners and with other slaves. That way he will learn to recognize and accept his place, groveling at the feet of humans. Encouraging supervised 'play time' with other slaves brings out and indelibly imprints the slave nature not only on your own slave but also in the slaves you make him play with. 

"The slave laws require an owner such as myself to employ a leather collar and a chain leash as tools for discipline The collar and leash perform several noteworthy functions. For one thing, the collar and leash enhances the slave's awareness of his own nudity when in public and his recognition of himself as a lowly animal when among humans. 

With that Chloe pulled a black leather collar out of a nearby draw and displayed it to her aroused disciple. Ortiz was shocked to see his name already inscribed in the leather. He was beginning to entertain the idea of backing out of this undertaking but she had already seized his clothing and even worse, he couldn't leave her condo unaccompanied without being arrested by law enforcement personnel mistaking him for a runaway slave.

"I want you to bring the leather up close to your nostrils, Ortiz, and inhale the bouquet of servitude. This is the scent your slaves will carry as their brand. To be a good Owner you need use all your senses if you are to relate to your slaves in all facets of their enslavement. 

"Ortiz, I have no doubt that you'll get to see for yourself how the collar and leash little by little breaks down a slave's already underdeveloped ego and conditions him to accept and find comfort in his inferior status.

"The training you're about to receive will make it easier for you to seduce and enslave. 

"After you learn what I have to teach you, we can work together as equals and together, we will recruit and entrap the wretched animals that live among us.

"Now let's put your collar on, Ortiz."

Together, they slipped the leather around his neck and she snapped the lock in place.

Chloe swelled with pride as her mischievous eyes assessed her latest pupil.

"I am so proud of you, my pet. Your curiosity and enthusiasm is truly promising," she said as she began texting several messages on her cell phone.

Chloe suddenly assumed a more professorial tone.

"Information without implementation is failure," she said. 

"Your education today must advance from mere theory into more constructive action."

"What do you mean?" he asked her.

"We are going out today. After all this talk, I think you need to get some exercise." 

"I can't go out there like this? What will people think of me?"

"It's ok, my sweet. You're going to have to trust me. If you don't give yourself permission to implicitly trust someone manifestly superior to you, how will you ever to be able to accept the trust, devotion, and obedience a slave would bestow upon you?"

Having said that, she clipped the leash onto his collar and took him outside. 

It took them fifteen minutes to arrive at the "dog park".

Ortiz saw maybe fifteen males in various stages of arousal being walked by leash by fully dressed women around the space inside the fence. There were joggers, tourists and bicyclists standing around gawking at these men who would be dogs. 

He felt so very strange to be outdoors like this with the fresh morning breeze caressing his exposed genitals. Chloe was continually tugging at his leash, telegraphing her natural dominance.

He heard laughter and cackling as one of the women commanded her slave to get down on all fours. She proceeded to walk him on the grass outside the fence perimeter to a mature tree whereupon he raised a leg and relieved himself just like a dog. Ortiz wondered aloud how anyone could allow themselves to be so degraded as to perform such intimate body functions outside in public.

Suddenly Chloe gave a shout out, "What have we here?"

Ortiz turned around to see Carolyn, the woman who had hosted the munch he and Chloe had attended together. His heart began to palpitate when he saw that Carolyn was walking towards them with a very naked evangeline in tow.

Chloe and Carolyn exchanged the usual pleasantries. 

"Think of him as my latest 'work in progress'," Chloe remarked casually to Caroline.

"ortiz, why don't you go offer and say 'hi' to your little friend?" snickered Chloe. 

ortiz froze in his tracks, beholding her beautifully shaped breasts, the curvy hips highlighting her pristine hourglass figure, her neatly trimmed pubic mound.

Sudden surprise gave way to a raging erection as his favorite female slave intently approached him, putting her arms around him, penetrating his mouth with her tongue. 

She felt warm and vibrant and soft to the touch. Her buttocks were tight and supple. It seemed to him that she was somewhat buzzed and drowsily out of focus, giving off a vibe that was both languid and quietly euphoric at the same time, suggesting she was under the influence of some unidentified opiate. 

She had no inhibitions at all, walking through Hermann Park totally naked but for a pair of white high heels, Carolyn leading her by the leash. Her delicate fingers began to stroke his leather collar, and she nuzzled against it to inhale the scent of his leather, her tongue burrowing under his leather when it was not in his mouth searching out his tongue.




The Dog Park



Chloe began to softly clap her hands. 

"ortiz, you have been remarkably well behaved considering this is your first day of training. 

"Caroline and I have decided to reward you, give you a tasty little treat we both know you will enjoy. 

"Why don't you fuck evangeline?"

"Here in the middle of the park, in front of all these onlookers?

"i don't know if i can do that, Mistress."

The "M" word slipped out of his mouth reflexively, without thought or premeditation.

"Sure, you can. She is nothing more than a bitch in heat and we brought the two of you together today so you can service her here in the dog park where you both belong.

"The final lesson for you learn today is that slaves like the two of you have no say as to who, what, where, or when you fuck. This decision is something solely dictated by your Owners."

Carolyn grunted out a command. 

"Submit!!"

evangeline immediately turned her back to ortiz and dropped to her knees and hands. Distributing her weight between her knees and her elbows, her forehead resting on the grass while she lifted her ass into the air for ortiz to take her.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted?" asked Chloe, playfully twisting his leash. 

"It doesn't happen every day when the commands of the owner and the desires of the slave so neatly coincide," she chuckled. 

"I'm ordering you to get down on your knees and fuck this bitch like the whore dog you are!"

She was right, of course. Wasn't this what he always wanted? To roll around in the dirt with evangeline like some kind of animal? To be an object of everyone's contempt and ridicule? 

He rested on his knees behind her. The crack between her buttocks was truly a thing of beauty as his he placed his hands on her hips. 

She began to wiggle her butt around his painfully erect cock, signaling that she was ready for his entry. The middle fingers of his right hand found her pubic lips and he began to explore the depth of her well lubricated pussy while her breasts jiggled beneath the both of them.

Any dim recollections he had of her as a competent and civilized coworker making her way through polite society were lost forever. she was now nothing more than an animal, happy to surrender herself to him like this. 

he would have liked to extricate himself from this spectacle but there was no exit. he and evangeline were nothing more than two leashed dogs fucking in the park for the enjoyment of their Masters and there was nothing he could do but surrender and accept his new position in life.

Standing over her, his hands parted her buttocks and he slid his desperate penis between her cheeks into her waiting vaginal opening. she seemed to tighten around him with every thrust.

As he began to pound her, the connection between them became more and more feverish. Her back and butt began to glisten with sweat as her moans got louder and more insistent. he could see her collar revealing itself under her glorious long black hair. he rested his chest over her back balancing himself with one hand on one of her breasts, biting her shoulder just under the collar.

As he accelerated his assault into her he could feel the cold steel links of her leash grinding into one of his nipples. he could smell and taste her leather as she surrendered herself completely to him.

he felt as if he had dived head first into a deep dark pool. He felt as if he was submerged in the essence that was evangeline and now he was busy dissolving in it. Somewhere along the line she had fallen into the traps "they" had set for her and she had had happily acquiesced as they took away her legal rights, her dignity, her humanity. she had been happy to devolve into the feral animal she now was. she was content to be the bitch in heat, surrendering to anyone her Mistress chose for her. 

ortiz was conscious of his lower abdomen hugging her butt as he was thrusting deep inside her. he could smell and feel the wetness of her bodily juices leaking onto his groin and lower chest. he could feel her entire body tightening up beneath him as she began to scream expectantly.

ortiz knew moments like this were not without consequence. As he was ascending to the top of his fever pitch, some remote part of his brain visualized him pulling a plow, breaking up her soil, cutting a furrow in which to sow his seed. When his orgasm finally caught up with him, it was ferocious and frantic, his knees scraping the dirt as he violently spilled his seed inside her. 

Exhausted, wet with sweat, covered with her bodily fluids, he collapsed on top of her back, his spent cock sandwiched between her butt cheeks. As they lay together the cold steel chain links of her leash nestled between her back and his chest, leaving an imprint of her servitude on his sternum. 

This was not the type of sex humans had; this sex was peculiarly, maybe even grotesquely, transformative. In his afterglow, he knew he would be changed forever, and that his metamorphosis would be irreversible.

After awhile, Chloe and Carolyn roused their slaves and took them to the nearby cleaning station where they hosed both of them down with a garden hose, washing away the grass, dirt, debris, and bodily fluids that had collected on their bodies during this supervised "play time".

Now several weeks later, here he was, handcuffed and shackled to the mattress in Chloe's guest bedroom. She was masturbating him before leaving for work as was now her custom. They had settled into a routine wherein he would tell her of his most riveting fantasies as she slowly brought him to orgasm.

"Chloe", stammered ortiz, "it's been three weeks since we went to the munch together. Aren't i far enough along in my training to accompany you as a Dominant in training?"

"When can we use some slaves together?" he asked.

"Well, ortiz, after all the things that have transpired, I've come to recalibrate my thinking just a little bit. 

"I've had occasion to observe just how much you enjoyed going to the dog park with me and servicing or being serviced by the other males and females we bring there for exercise. 

"I was so taken by how much you enjoyed rolling in the dirt with our other slaves, that I have concluded you would be more useful to me as a trainee rather than as a trainer."

"What are you saying, Chloe?"

"I'm saying that your obvious slave nature precludes you from ever acting out the role of a Dominant. Let's face it! You are a natural slave, ortiz, and you should be grateful to me for bringing you face to face with what you really are."

"But i don't want to be a slave! i want to be free to live my own life as i please!" ortiz shrieked.

"I'm afraid you no longer have a choice," Chloe replied. "This came in the mail just yesterday."

"What is it?" he asked.

Chloe took the official document out of the envelope and held it in front of her shackled captive so he could read it.

It was a Certificate of Registration from the U.S. Department of Agriculture, something that Chloe had apparently applied for. ortiz had been officially registered with the Federal government as livestock. The certificate affixed a USDA livestock registration number to his name as a primary identifier, revoked any and all rights and privileges incident to citizenship, and conveyed provisional title and ownership of his body to Chloe as a deputized slaver to train him as she saw fit and, at her option, sell him at auction. 

"ortiz, as I leave for work this morning, let me leave you with this one final thought to ponder as an essential part for your training today. 

"Once you've become comfortable with the chains of bondage worn by others, you prepare your own limbs to wear them."

ortiz struggled in vain against his restraints after he heard the front door slam.



The Dog Park



He was rock hard sooner than he expected. Slathering the lubricant liberally on his cock he moved forward to test her virgin opening.

"Is this where you want it, baby? You need some cock in that tight little ass hole?"

"Do me dirty, baby! Go slow...let me get used to it...wooow! That's big! Okay...feed me some more cock, lover, slide that monster in me...that's right...slow...oh fuck! Okay, okay...don't move! I need to get used to it. Oh God! I'm so full of your cock. Okay...that's good...fuck me now...slow...deep. Oh yeah, pinch those titties! Oh, Christ...all these years and I've never had a cock in my tail...didn't know what I was missing."

He slapped her butt cheeks playfully. "Harder! Slap me harder...no marks please. That is amazing! Is my ass tight enough for you, Jack? Is your little ass whore hot enough for you?  Oh fuck! Jesus!"

The combination of the first anal sex he had enjoyed in two decades, the nasty talk and the vibrator buzzing through her cunt walls made him realize that he would cum sooner rather than later. He tried to focus but when she came and her well toned muscles grabbed and release his cock in spasms he knew he had to unload.

"I'm going to cum baby...fill your ass with my load!"

"Yes! I want to feel you cum in my ass...please, baby...cum for me, cum now!"

Jack couldn't have refused her request if he had wanted to.

Missi rolled over carefully, cupping hand over her ass hole, kissed him quickly and scampered toward the bathroom. As soon as he heard the toilet flush he joined her. As she cleaned herself at the sink he raised the toilet seat and took a piss. Out of the corner of his eye he caught her watching him.

"I can't remember the last time I was in a bathroom watching a man pee. God it's so primal...the way you are standing...as if you're marking your territory."

"When I was a kid there was this neighbor girl. We used to fool around, mostly, 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine'. We never actually 'did it'. One time we were walking out in the woods and she had to take a leak. She told me to turn around...not look...but I think she knew I would...wanted me to and I did. I couldn't see her pussy clearly but the idea...the image of her...she'd removed her shorts and panties. I could hear her stream splashing against the leaves. Her ass was fully exposed to me. She stood up and just for an instant I saw her cunt from the back. I turned around just before she did but she knew."

"You never fucked her?"

"No. As we got older we drifted apart...hung with a different crowd. But that image hung with me for a very long time---still does."

"Roger and I have separate bathrooms. He's a little shy in that way. He's put on a few pounds, perhaps he's sensitive about that.  Hell I can't even entice him to join me in the shower."

"If I walked into the bathroom when Amy was peeing she would quickly close the door to the water closet. We did it in the shower when we were first married a few times and I know she enjoyed it. She's a size four or six who thinks she should be a size two again. I still love to see her naked. She still turns me on. Do you think she looks fat?"

"Not remotely!  By today's standards she's almost skinny. She's got a great ass. From what I've learned about you that's no surprise. You two seem perfect for each other. You appear to really be good friends."

"We are. I miss her when she's away, more each year. And I could say exactly the same things about you and Roger. Which begs the question: what just happened here? I've never before cheated on Amy. I've been tempted a few times but always turned away before anything happened. And, yes, I feel guilty but not guilty enough not to want to fuck you again as soon as I'm hard---which shouldn't take more than another twenty minutes give or take."

She came to him, kissed him and put her arms around him. She spoke one word.

"Mortality."

"Come again?"

"We're not getting any younger Jack, no matter how much we both work to slow the aging process. For the record, this is all me and all natural and I work hard to keep it firm. Six weeks ago I got a real scare. It turned out to be nothing but what about the next time? I've always had a decent body but lets face it, I'm pretty ordinary from the neck up. I stopped ovulating a couple of yeas ago, more of a whimper than a bang. It's a relief not to have to worry about getting pregnant. I love Roger to death but since my eggs stopped dropping I've been one continuously horny bitch."

"Why me?"

"God you are seductive and don't even realize it! Or maybe you do. You treated me like just another dog lover. You were---are---very easy to be with. The fact that sex, or traditional male slash female roles never entered our conversations was like an aphrodisiac.  You're smart. Smart is sexy. You're funny. Funny is sexy. You're safe.  You don't want to lose what you have at home any more than I do. You're also still very cute and the grey hairs add rather than detract. 

"If I had gotten any sense that you and Amy weren't a happy couple, it wouldn't have happened.  But that first time you checked out my ass at the park I caught it out of the corner of my eye. And I wanted you to look at my ass. Hell I stayed bent over long enough to give myself a sore back! I'm sure you're not the first guy that checked out my ass but you were the first guy who I wanted to have checking me out from the rear.

"You didn't miss the fact that I flirted after that---found excuses to touch you. Roger and I used to go hiking with the kids---I'm as sure footed as anyone in the woods. That day you caught me as I started to fall---and if you hadn't I assure you I wouldn't have fallen---I wanted to feel your cock against my ass. Do you know how exciting it is for a woman my age to know that she's giving a guy an erection without even trying? It took me some time to get up my nerve. Without a wealth of experience in seduction I wasn't even sure how. And suppose I had read you wrong? Come on to you and been rejected? When I left that doctors office with a clean bill of health I decided it was now or never and fuck the consequences.  So, you tell your side---how did little old me get in your pants?"

"You are smart, funny, great with your dogs, easy to be with. It grew from a welcome relief to have someone who wasn't nuts to talk to at the park to being the high point of my day. I never thought we'd fuck. I thought we'd be good friends. The fact that our spouses got along just made it better...safer? Then that fabulous ass of yours came into the equation but even then I assumed it wasn't going to lead to...what we just did. If you hadn't made the first move I'm pretty sure I would have eventually as terrified as I was that if I did something inappropriate you'd never come back to the park.

"You also hit the mortality nail right on the head. I like to fuck. I like to fuck more often and in different ways than Amy does and I'm tired of jerking off three times a day to internet porn. I want a real blow job, a real tight, willing ass and a real hot nasty pussy and..."

"You're hard again. Are you taking something?"

"Sure the weekend stuff. ..when I got the water from the fridge. Hell it's probably just kicking in now. I don't really need it but just in case this was a one time fantasy I wanted to get the most out of it."

"How about a shower?"

"Great idea."

"Big shower for a guest room."

"The previous owners had a disabled parent living with them. Wheelchair accessible with safety rails. After you."

"You're such a gentleman."

"And I love to watch you're ass move."

"Pervert."

"Oh you have no idea."

"After we get all squeaky clean, I need it in my pussy. Standing up...from behind...hard and nasty."

"My specialty."

"That'll be three times in one day for you...any side effects from the meds?"

"Sometimes it takes a long time to get off the third time."

"Is there any place you need to be for the rest of the day...or night?"

"Nope. Although the dogs are going to need a trip to the park. You?"

"I'm free. Didn't you tell me the park was empty between two and three?"

"That's right."

"Maybe we'll have time to peruse the Blowfish™ catalogue. They have high quality toys and you did, perhaps in a moment of passion promise me..."

"Next day delivery."

"Exactly."