****** Another Country Living (Country Living 3) by Razi ******
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Another Country Living (Country Living 3)


This story contains D/s and animal sex..If any offends please take this as a
warning before you proceed! Please do not post elsewhere without the consent of
the author.

The morning seemed to take forever to come, but when it did I opened my eyes to
see you standing over me. Had you been there all night? Did you go outside of
the stable and wait for me to fall asleep? Did you hear me cry? Did you? You
release me from the hook on the stable wall and lead me through the morning dew
into the safety and warmth of our house. I go upstairs to shower and when I
come back down the stairs you have breakfast waiting on the table for me. I
have come to know that this breakfast means more than just nourishment. I know
it means that there is another surprise on the way. Before I start to eat I sit
an the chair across the table from you and tell you that I'm sorry for allowing
myself to put Cherish before you and that it will never happen again. You tell
me that you understood my excitement and my want for her to be comfortable, but
that I must always ask for permission to leave you when in your company. I
reach for the fork on the table and you slap my hand away and say to me "I have
been patient and gentle with you thus far, but it has become clear that you are
not learning as quickly as I had hoped you would. You leave me no choice but to
make things harder and from today on, when in my company, you will do nothing
without my permission. You will not eat, sleep, stand or sit. You will not
shower, bathe or dress. I want all of you, not just what you are willing to
give me when you feel like it. This is no game to me. It has been a year now
and I need to know if this is still what you want? If it is still what you feel
you need?"

I look at you for a moment. I thought you knew that it was what I wanted and
what I needed. I too thought things would progress a little quicker than they
have, but I see that we two had become caught up in pretense and worry that we
have not allowed ourselves to fully explore our new life together.

I smile at you and say " Yes Sir it is what I want too. I want you to push me
and test me like you never have before. I want so much to please you and to
make you happy. I would do anything for you Sir, don't you know that?" A smile
crawls across your face. I do so love to see you happy. You give me permission
to eat and we talk as I do. We talk about our life since we have lived in this
old house in the country. We talk about our plans for the property. I tell you
that I think we should purchase a companion for Cherish so that she will not
feel so alone and you agree. You tell me that you would like to have more than
horses on our just now decided mini farm. I agree with you and we begin to
discuss what types of critters we would like to have. I beg for cats to roam
the yard and you agree with one proviso, " if you get cats then I get dogs. Big
dogs." I laugh.

I remember the years we lived in that cramped little apartment in the city. I
remember you telling me if we ever won the lottery and were able to have a lot
of land that you were going to get a big dog. I agree to your proviso and I eat
the rest of my meal in silence. I look up at the clock on the wall and it reads
almost noon. You are puttering around now in the family room. I hear you
talking and at first think you are talking to yourself, but after a moment I
realize that you are on the phone. You are making arrangements to pick someone
up. You agree to a time and then hang up. You come back into the kitchen and
tell me that you have to go. I nod at you and ask no questions. You tell me
that while you are gone you want me to prepare myself for company, that when
you return you will not be alone. I ask permission to walk you to the car and
you of course say that I may. I stand outside the driver's side door and lean
in the window to kiss you. This kiss was no peck goodbye it was filled with
fire and leaves me weak in the knees. As I reach the porch you call out to me.
I turn and say "Yes Sir?"

"Wear the blue, baby. I love the blue." You speed off down the driveway and out
of sight.

I go into the house and rush up the stairs. I take the blue dress from the
closet. I remember when you bought it and gave it to me. It looked so plain
inside the box, but when I put it on it seemed to come to life. You loved the
way the spaghetti straps accentuated my neck and the way the extra material in
the front of the dress dipped down into my cleavage. I put it on and stood in
front of the mirror. It looked different to me. I wondered what was missing
when suddenly it hit me. I rushed back into the closet and retrieved a small
jewelry box from the top shelf. I opened it and took the contents out. My heart
fluttered as I placed the necklace around my neck. I smiled as I wrapped the
bracelet around my wrist and got flustered when I had to struggle to get the
earrings to close. I can never seem to get those damned things closed on the
first try! I traced the necklace and paused at the small cluster of diamonds
that sat just above my collarbone. I couldn't help but think to myself that you
must have inherited your good taste from your grandfather, because he was the
one who had picked out these pearls to give to your grandmother so many years
ago. I sit at my dressing table and apply my make-up. Not too much, because I
know you like for me to keep that natural look. Once satisfied with my
appearance I go to the closet find my black stilettos and put them on. One
final check in the mirror and I go downstairs to prepare some refreshments for
our guest.

Just as I am finishing up in the kitchen I hear your car outside. I quickly
wipe my hands, rip off my apron and head to greet you at the door. You open the
door and I am standing at the entrance to the family room. I wait for both you
and your guest to come in and I wait for you to approach me. I make no move and
make no sound. I am determined to show you that I do want all that we discussed
earlier. You approach me and introduce your guest. He extends his hand to me
and I shake it. I tell him that I am pleased to make his acquaintance and ask
if there is anything that I can get for the two of you. You both say that you
are parched from the long ride and ask for lemonade. I nod and ask you if it
all right for me to leave. You nod a yes to me and I go to the kitchen. I pour
two glasses of lemonade place them on a tray and bring them to you. I first
serve your guest and then you. You give me permission to return the tray to the
kitchen and tell me to wait there until you come for me. I do exactly as you
ask. You make some excuse to your guest to leave the room and come into the
kitchen to speak to me.

"You look absolutely delicious!" you say. "How did you know to wear the pearls?
God I could..." "Thank-you Sir." You walk over to me and kiss me. You tell me
to wait thirty more minutes and then join you and your guest in the family
room.

Thirty minutes seem to last a thousand ages and I still determined to prove
that I can behave to you wait until only one minute remains before I make my
way to you. I enter the room and stand at you side as the clock chimes the
hour. You look up at me standing there and I can tell by the way that your eyes
burn my flesh that this new test is about to begin. I know that this will be
the deciding test for me. I know that you intend to push me farther today than
you ever have before to see if indeed I am willing to give you all of me. You
ask me "Where is your collar?" I tell you that I removed it in the kitchen and
forgot to put it back on. You send me to retrieve it and return to you again. I
do as I am told and again stand at your side and extend the collar to you. You
say "Position," and I drop to my knees in front of you with my eyes on the
floor. You place the collar around my neck and trace it with your fingers. The
whole time maintaining conversation with your guest. He seems unmoved by my
actions and I assume that he too has experience in our lifestyle.

My dress has ridden up to my waist and my ass is exposed to your guest.
Revealing to him the remnants of my discipline from the night before. I make no
move to replace it. The fact that a strangers eyes are seeing me this
vulnerable, this submissive to you has excited me and I can feel the moisture
begin to escape the confines of my pussy and wet my inner thighs. You have
placed your hand down the front of my dress and exposed my breasts to your
view. You begin to trace the outline of the areola and a deep sigh comes from
me. Your hands are always so warm. You reach behind me and unzip my dress and
then pull it off over my head. You instruct me to lay face up on the floor in
front of you. I do as I am told. You use your foot to push open my legs and
tell me to bend them at the knee. I do so readily. I am already too excited to
think of anything that does not involve you touching me. You invite your guest
to inspect your pet. He walks over and scans over my body with his eyes. He
tells you that he is sure that I will enjoy the surprise you have planned for
me you have me return to my kneeling position. Now my mind is on fire, because
I know that whenever you plan to surprise me it usually leads to me being
worked into a sexual frenzy, unable to control body or thought. You walk across
the room and take something from a drawer. I can't see what it is, but I know
by the determination of your walk that it is meant for me. You come back stand
in front of me and ask me "Do you trust me?" you already know what my answer
will be, but I know that you require me to say it. I know you feel better when
I do and I also know that it is my signal that let's you know that I am in
agreement with whatever you may have planned. I look up at you and say, "I do
trust you Sir." I can't help but smile at you as I get lost in the depth of
your eyes. You reach out around me and I am plunged into darkness. A blindfold?
You really want this surprise to be different I think to myself.

For the next hour I am taunted by your touch. Stimulated by your kisses and
fevered by your words until I can wait no longer and I beg you to fuck me. I
know that the stranger is still there and that his eyes are watching my every
move, but I don't care. You tell your guest that you think I am about ready for
my surprise and now I can't wait to know what it is. You have me kneel against
your favorite leather chair and you bind my legs to the front legs of the
chair. You tie my arms around the back of the chair so that my palms just
barely touch. You leave me there and go to your toy chest to find all the
things you think you may need. I feel a cool sensation trickle over my ass and
know that you have just poured lube straight from the bottle. The cold shocks
me as it runs down the crack of my ass and coats the lips of my pussy. You
whisper "relax " to me as you insert a plug into my ass. I moan my approval at
the invasion. You begin to massage my clit and I beg you to stop. You know that
my cries mean nothing, because I have been given a safe word, a way out and the
word no is not it. I hear your guest return to the room. He seems pleased at my
current circumstance. He tells you that if it not for the amount of preparation
you have gone to he would ask your permission to fuck me. You tell him that you
might just consider it if all goes well with me tonight. He laughs and asks if
I am yet ready. You tell him that I am and he opens the door.

What is it that I hear? What is that familiar smell? Then I feel it. A tongue
on my pussy. A very coarse determined tongue lapping at me. Every lick landing
on my very swollen clit. Driving me to the edge of nowhere and everywhere all
at once. I'm crying "Oh God!" my hips are rocking against the chair, my ass
clenching around the plug and there is a dog licking my pussy and is about to
make me cum. You lean into my face and ask me if I am all right. I tell you
that I am and beg again that you fuck me. You tell me that you can't, that you
are not prepared to do so. I beg for your friend to do it, but you say that he
can not. You tell me that there is only one thing in the room that is ready to
give me that kind of relief that I so very badly need right now. Another "Oh
God!" escapes me and I am in the ultimate catch twenty-two. I need so badly to
be fucked and want so badly for you to do it. I know that you will not. I want
your guest to fuck me too, but I know that he will not without your consent to.
The dog is still lapping at me and trying to mount me as his owner holds him
back. My body is responding to his ministrations even though my mind wants to
scream "Get away!" I know that I can word out, but then I will have nothing and
I so very badly need it. I ask that you help me, that you make this decision
for me, but again you refuse. You ask me what it is I want and I shake my head
as if trying to knock some clarity into it. Again I hear you say "What do you
want love?" A wave of orgasm overtakes me. I can't take anymore torture. I give
in to the temptation and scream "Let him go!" In a flash the dog is on me and
thrusts his cock into my pussy. His steady thrusts and the girth of his knot
fills me. A constant stream of oh my God's flow from my mouth amid my moans and
yelps as the knot of the dog spreads my pussy wider than it has been before
this. I cum again and this time don't recognize the sounds I make as my own. I
am lost. I can only beg for more. Suddenly I feel the warmth as the dog
releases inside of me. I cry out to get him off. You rub my head and tell me
that I must wait until he is done. You tell me how beautiful I look as I feel
his knot shrink and feel him slip from me. You usher your guest out the door.
You untie me from the chair and as I stand more of the dog's juice escapes and
runs down my legs. You lift me into your arms and carry me to the awaiting tub.
Still blindfolded you place me in the tub and wash me. You lift me out and dry
me gently, then carry me to our bed. You hold me close to you and tell me how
much you love me. How much you appreciate the gift of trust I have just given
you. You remove my blindfold and kiss me tenderly. You ask me how I feel and I
tell you I am not sure. You tell me will all be fine as you caress my hair. I
tell you that I know it will and that I will just need a little time. You tell
me that you understand, but ask me "Do you trust me?" I smile and kiss you
deeply, then say "Until the end of time."

Questions? Comments? Criticism? Email: kajira@internet.look.ca
Please phrase yourselves wisely......(Master is watching.)