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Belinda's Stories


some questions from a soon to be beginner

It has taken some time for me to get up the nerve to make this posting. I do
this knowing that many of you may not take me seriously, but that's OK, if I
get a few sincere responses it will be worth the effort to separate the genuine
from the bull.

I am a 41 y/o BiWF, who enjoys exploring her fantasies. I am very open to new
and erotic adventures (so long as they're safe). I have been comfortably bi
since age 17, I also enjoy mild exhibitionism, and over the last few years have
dallied with role playing as a submissive. It is the role playing, more than
anything else, that's allowed me to explore sides of me that I perhaps never
would have tried otherwise. I don't enjoy pain, I don't want to be beat up, but
in terms of following directions and performing what others might find
humiliating, I am the first to volunteer. It's the idea of performing as a
submissive that brings me here. I am currently involved with a very patient and
understanding Domme who by the way has a fairly good sized circle of friends
(both dom and sub) with whom she arranges scenes. Most of these involve fantasy
and role playing but very little actual intercourse between men and women. This
of course does not rule out such activity but she prefers to minimize contact
between her female submissives and men. many of her directions to me are to
perform various acts; many of which don't take place during the scenes. For
example, I have begun a process that will, by electrolysis, completely and
permanently remove my pubic hair. I have also had my nipples pierced, and will
soon have a clitoral hood piercing. and so on... you get the picture. Of late
she has informed me that as a sub "bitch" it will soon be time for me to be
bred with a dog. I of course will make the final decision (that's a sub's
prerogative) but for now I doubt that when the time comes, I will refuse. I
have a pet Lab/Boxer mix who I believe will be the "stud" she will select for
me. She has suggested that I learn to mate and couple with him before I perform
this in front of others. Anyway I offer all this information as background for
some interrogative language to others who practice what I'm considering.
therefore a few questions...

(1) Is it a safe assumption that if "Rufus" (my pet) shows an interest in my
genitals (sniffing and trying to probe) that he will maintain this interest if
I actually offer him free access?

(2) I know generally about the time of the month that I ovulate, and often have
the unilateral cramps associated with releasing an egg from my ovaries. During
these times Rufus seems generally more interested in my crotch than during the
rest of the month. Is it possible that he detects my fertility, i.e., does he
have some way of assuming that I receptive to impregnation? (I know he can't
make me pregnant)

(3) If I proceed with seducing Rufus, should I begin by "teasing" him and
building his desire (assuming he has it) or is it best to attempt mating on the
first attempt?

(4) To what extent will allowing Rufus to mate with me will it affect our
otherwise owner/pet relationship... should I expect a drastic change or will
things revert to pretty much business as usual after we have been coupled?

(5) I am of medium build (5'4" / 135 lbs) and have had two children (20 and 15)
and practice conventional sex with men. Given this general information, is my
anatomy such that: a. I don't need to worry about being too small for Rufus? b.
That there's a likelihood that we will actually become "tied"? c. Does being
tied actually occur or is that something that's more exploited in erotic
literature than in reality?

(6) Once I allow Rufus to have access to me and assuming we do have sex, will
he expect this as a regular feature of our relationship. i.e., can he get
hooked on sex with a human female, and will this include not only myself but is
he likely to show an erotic interest in my female guests (other than typical
doggie sniffing). My concern is that if Rufus likes what he gets from me then
perhaps he'll assume its available any time at all and that he will approach my
female friends in the same manner.

(7) How important (at all) is it that Rufus reach climax... for example if (as
I have read) a dog can bring on several orgasms even before he "mounts", is it
possible that my own sexual exhaustion might leave him unfulfilled and
therefore either disinterested in future play or worse make him angry with me
for not allowing him to complete the act?

I will leave this out there for some replies, and again assure you of my
sincerity. I also will promise to keep the postings coming if anyone is
interested in finding out how I'm progressing

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Soon to be a beginner follow up

For openers, I am the lady who posted the "soon to be beginner" on the second
of Jan. Since soon to be a beginner seems a bit lengthy, simply call me
Belinda. As I indicated in my last posting, I will try to keep everyone abreast
of my progress with Rufus. I'm not ready for the actual mating yet, but have
done some exploring.

Before giving everyone an update, let me make an opening comment. There's been
some response to my first posting; regarding questions I have concerning my
anticipated experience with Rufus. Thanks to those of you who've taken the time
to read and/or respond. I hope to get as much feedback from as many of you who
visit here that I can. I'd like to hear you views and opinions whether you have
experience or not and regardless of whether you agree with what I plan to do.
Now for an update. This may sound silly to some of you but over the weekend he
and I had a long talk about what I'm contemplating. Obviously a one-sided
discussion. He did however sit patiently; hearing what I had to say... It was
as if he knew what I plan to offer him. I sensed then his willingness to allow
me the freedom to voice my concerns and opinions. It was as if he sensed what's
ahead; and patiently waits the day when he'll satisfy my current desire for our
mating. I actually carried on a unilateral question and answer session with
him. We covered all the points raised in my first posting. He sat quietly with
a look about him that was, dare I say reassuring. I felt that, were he able to
speak, he would assure me I have nothing to fear; and he will see to my safety
and satisfaction. I sensed the issue of where our coupling will lead should be
no concern, only that we should proceed with the mating and cross future
bridges as we get there. In addition to my heart to heart talk with Rufus, I
conceived a couple of simple tests for assessing his potential for interest in
mating with me. The first involved an inanimate object the second something a
little more lively.

During a private session of self-pleasuring, I wore a simple pair of white
cotton panties. I assumed these would capture some of the moisture (and perhaps
fragrance) generated by my actions. Soon after, I presented them to him to
observe his behavior. On previous occasions I'd watched him rooting through my
discarded laundry. I thought it strange but it's occurred to me that he was
perhaps detecting my smell. In this instance however I actually presented him
with an item intimately exposed to my body, for the express purpose of gauging
his reaction to my natural scent. Initially, he seemed as if these were no
different than any other item of clothing; an old shoe or perhaps a pair of
socks. Frustrated, I turned the gusset of the panties directly to the attention
of his snout. Imagine my happy surprise as he spent several minutes sniffing
and pushing them around the floor. At one point I nearly squealed as he held
them to the floor with his front paws an actually licked at where the garment
once covered my sex! This gives me to believe that he has a more than passing
interest with this scent. By the way, he was quite reluctant when I tried to
retrieve the panties and we wound up in a "tug of war". The result being a
badly torn pair of undies... thank goodness they were a bargain store brand and
not something more costly from my lingerie drawer. The next test was a little
more blatant. On Sunday, following some light cleaning chores, I was relaxing
with a cup of coffee in the kitchen. Rufus usually follows me there hoping for
a handout from the doggie treats box in the cupboard. I sat there looking at
him, and chatting as owners will do with their pets, when the previous day's
panty experience came to mind. I carefully put my hand into my sweat pants and
slipped a few fingers through my vaginal lips. There was enough moisture to
ensure a "good dose" for Rufus, and I presented him with this even fresher
exposure to my aroma. He gladly took the offering, licking my fingers
completely clean. My fingers made several round trips from my vagina to his
waiting tongue.

So my explorations have convinced me of a few things... Rufus certainly seems
more than just a little interested in the scent from between my legs, It seems
the smell or taste of my sex appeals to him more the "fresher" it is (that is
to say he seemed far more interested in my fingers than in my panties); and as
a practical matter; when the time comes, I'll make sure not to wear any
expensive lingerie (I doubt he cares about what I wear, so why waste the money
on shredded panties, nylons, or other garments).

I add as a postscript, that by Sunday evening Rufus follows my movements a
little more closely than usual (or am I noticing him more than usual?). Also
I'm almost certain he now knows what I'll soon be offering him; my perception
of his seeming confidence in the knowledge that he'll have me is I think
hastening me towards our coupling. For my part, I hope the rest of you enjoy my
voyage of discovery and continue to share your thoughts and comments with me...
will post again as soon as I have any news.

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Soon to be beginner

Wow! I'm getting a number of very positive responses from everyone out there
thank you all so much for your advice, interest, support, and encouragement. It
seems as if all who read my postings are now a part of my experience. Mmmm,
talk about adding spice to the prospect. In my first posting, I alluded to my
occasional flings with exhibitionism... Sharing this with all of you, apart
from my already rising appetite for the actual coupling, has tapped into my
performance personality. Now apart from the submissive aspect that brought me
to this point, I'm now keying into the sense of having an audience. Fantasies
of an assembled group for my coupling are creeping into my thoughts. Bottom
line is that I'm certain now that I'll keep posting my progress and I feel as
if the mating between Rufus and I is being hastened by all of your support of
me. I must keep the desire to proceed in balance with the slow cooking going on
in my pelvis (anticipation is such a turn-on). My original thinking was for a
mating sometime in the spring, most of you seem to think this is too long and
some are saying enough foreplay, cut to the chase!

I'll talk this over with my Mistress/friend and she if we should set a window
of opportunity for Rufus and I... I prefer not setting actual date, since so
many things can alter my plans. I agree however with most of you that I should
accelerate the agenda.

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getting closer (a soon to be a beginner)

I've not posted anything for several days. I'm a victim, or perhaps, the
beneficiary of the terrible storm that's devastated the Northeast. Since
Wednesday, my home has been darkened by the loss of electrical power; its only
been returned this morning. Fate it seems has worked to my advantage and that
of you dear readers who've been imploring me to continue my explorations with
Rufus. As the temperature dropped, my home was left cool; heated only by a
small gas heater that normally supplies comfort to only the den and living
room. All other rooms have been closed off and a helpful neighbor prepared my
water system for the coming cold. Given the circumstances my children were
dispatched to the home of a colleague; leaving me to see to the house. I, apart
from Rufus, was quite alone and certain of privacy by virtue of the state of
emergency and travel restriction imposed between 5:00 PM and 7:00 AM each day.

In the evening hours of the first day I stayed close to my portable radio for
news of the storm. Rufus kept pretty much to himself; good because with each
passing hour of solitude I found it harder to keep my mind from the perfect
situation being presented. I could not retreat to the comfort of the den to
idle away my time at the stereo, no chance for a film on TV, and insufficient
lighting prevented reading. My thoughts continually returned to my Mistresses
order to present myself to Rufus, the following amongst you that spurs me on,
and (most compelling of all) my own rising passions. We were two, confined to
the small space of an equal number of rooms. I considered restricting Rufus to
the Den, but nothing that was happening was his fault... why should I confine
him because of my own lustful inclinations? Rufus didn't plan the storm. He
didn't sequester us in that small section of our home. He was not the one who
was trying to suppress the desire for sex. I gave him free reign of our
available space.

Eventually, I dropped off to sleep. Rufus took up camp against the wall
opposite our living room sofa, where I'd chosen to make my bed. Several times
into the early morning hours, I woke to find him roaming the diminished
territory of our house. If nothing else, I can count on him as ever present
security. I didn't sleep well and when he was not making his rounds, he seemed
to take up his preferred position against the wall facing me, head down on his
forepaws, seemingly waiting for any disturbance that required his attention. A
quiet "good boy" from me was enough to set the tail wagging and cause an
occasional friendly glance my way.

I closed my eyes several times to allow my mind a moment's purchase to ponder
the erotic things that were possible. Each time I visited the notion of giving
myself over passion for my until now loving and adoring pet, I could sense the
stirring between my legs. A stirring, I mused, that I did desperately wanted to
control. Finally, as if on their accord, my fingers found their way to my sex;
probing and pushing me slowly but inexorably on to ever increasing heights of
arousal. Never did Rufus act out of place. I was unsure if he noticed the
activity across the room. Could he detect slight but growing motion beneath my
quilts? Could he perceive the change in my breathing? Did he know what I was
doing? Did he know what I was thinking?

Was this not a self defeating effort to contain my lust... how does one do so
with the object of their desire so close by, while pleasuring themselves to
higher and higher levels of arousal? Finally, I decided it silly to maintain
the charade. I knew what I wanted from him; and that we had several hours
before the day would end the security of our isolation. I promised myself to
keep the activity limited to only oral sex from him. I remember the excitement
I felt from the previous experiment wherein I gave Rufus taste and scent of my
sex. Would he now be as interested as he was then?

Before proceeding, I thought about what I'd written relative to his increased
awareness of me during ovulation. The slight cramping in my left side, from the
day before, gave me to know that I'd ovulated and was probably fertile. Perhaps
to Rufus, assuming he could understood the female reproductive process, I was
now a bitch in heat. I was fertile, I was aroused, and I was definitely
receptive. I needed time to think. This may seem silly but I left him and I
went to my bedroom to retrieve and insert my diaphragm. I reasoned this
precaution would offer some protection to me. I knew there's no chance for
impregnation. I supposed that were there something in his saliva to irritate
the tender lining of vagina, I could at least stop the process before it passed
through my cervix and into my uterus. How would I ever explain to my Gyn that
the substance found in my reproductive organs was dog saliva? In retrospect and
to some of you with experience perhaps this was odd... but you know how you do
silly things just before leaving home on a long journey?

This posting is getting far too long.... I'll complete the night's events as
soon as possible, but for now there's something I must do.

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Belinda's Story

I never intended this to become all that serious; in so far as the barbs being
tossed about are concerned. I thank all who posted support for me and
appreciate their taking the time. To those of you still bent on being down on
me... that's ok as well. Let me offer my outlook of having antagonists and not
being noticed at all. Rudyard Kipling, in The Jungle Book, relates the story of
the Bandar Log (the Monkey People). Of all the people in the Jungle, they were
ubiquitously despised. In Kipling's Jungle even predators and prey understood
respect, for one anther's peoples. The Bandar Log however, could not accept
their nearness to man and at times would endeavor to be like man. Sadly, their
feeble minds could not hold a cogent concept of purpose for what they did, and
they never achieved anything as a society. For this reason, the peoples of the
jungle, e.g., the free wolves, bears, panthers, etc. ignored them. In effect
the Bandar Log did not exist. As a society, and as individuals, they suffered
the agony ignominy. As people, perhaps the greatest harm that can befall any
person (man or woman) is isolation from our peers. An entertainer knows that to
play to a house of boos and catcalls is better than to play to a house of
silence. To those who doubt my sincerity, all I can say as an entertainer
(which is a form of exhibitionism) is keep the boos and cat-calls at an
uproar... I love the attention. I've felt some despair by yesterdays drubbing
in this forum, and have not posted the second half of last Wednesday's account
of my first night of seclusion with Rufus... If I have time, I will post the
second half tomorrow... (It's already written). I suppose it would help to add
that I've been inspired by the work of Nurse Jones. I very much enjoyed her
approach to posting, as a diary, her accounts as a submissive in the world of
bdsm. I know, that's not the primary focus of this forum; but you who've
followed my posting know, bdsm is what's brought me to this point in my
journey.

God bless all of you, friends or detractors, you make my experiences all the
richer.

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Belinda's Story - Pt 2

Posting this account now is somewhat of an anti-climax for me given the forum
traffic of the last few days. But, I've decided to continue and so to those of
you waiting for the second half of the installment I started regarding events
during the storm.

I left off with the discussion of my diaphragm. In retrospect it seems silly,
but I inserted the thing in my bedroom out of sight of Rufus. Somehow or other,
the notion of doing that in front of him was embarrassing. I've had men present
for this and have actually had them help. The act of having a lover insert it,
if you're sure they do it correctly, heightens the eroticism. Anyway, I'm
getting off track. I returned to the living room and Rufus rose to meet me, as
he usually does. I patted his head and went back to the bed on the sofa. The
time out for the diaphragm had broken the urgency to proceed. I decided to go
back to my fingers and fantasies to recapture the spirit lost. It didn't take
long to get there. Rufus had returned to his place opposite me, against the far
wall. I felt the time had arrived, and a simple "here boy" was enough to bring
him to the side of my makeshift bed on the sofa. He sat beside me placing his
head on my breasts, as he often does, waiting for affection and attention from
me. I stroked his head and back and spoke to him as if I would to a new lover
of the things I enjoyed during lovemaking. Paradoxically, the moment felt very
comfortable and yet surreal. I was telling my dog of my current desire to give
him freedom to search out my sex, and asking if he would enjoy that, and would
he be pleased at pleasuring me. You cannot know the excitement I felt at that
instant... I was imploring my dog to have sex with me and to please me as a
lover! I pulled my hand from beneath my covers and presented him with my
fingers and my secretions. He immediately set about liking them clean. It took
only seconds for his tongue to range over my fingertip and into the spaces
between my fingers. As soon as he did so, I would reward his moils with another
and more plentiful offering of my juices. Just the mere aspect of this hand to
mouth activity had my desires rising.

It was time. I asked (pleaded?) if he would like to get that scent and taste
for himself. In a seemingly swift singular motion I flung the covers back,
pulled my nightdress to my waist, and parted my legs. This rapid movement cause
him a brief start. He rose to his feet, and stepped slowly away from me.
Knowing that I'd scared him, I calmly said that everything was Ok, that I
wanted him to explore my me, to have my sex for as long as it took to satisfy
us both. I dropped one leg from the sofa, turned obliquely so as to maintain my
reclining position, and enticed him into my exposed vagina. He approached very
tentatively, I thought perhaps he's confused. Before now, an approach from this
angle would have resulted in being pushed away and verbally rebuked for his
boldness. One can only imagine that he was unsure of his freedom to explore
this region of me that I'd kept from him all these years. I reassured him by
telling him that I wanted him to smell, taste, and enjoy anything there that he
wanted. After a few hesitant steps and few quick sniffs of the air, he slowly
lowered his nose to my crotch. The feeling was electric! Here was my fantasy
beginning to come true. He set about sniffing and nudging me with hose but made
no effort to taste my sex. It occurred to me that perhaps I should have had
something there to entice him (I've read that some dogs need this), perhaps he
wouldn't go for me... and then came the first contact with his tongue. All I
could manage was a simple "atta-boy... go get it". Perhaps I should have
selected some words that were more profound for this significant occasion.

To hell with it, I reached both hands to my vulva and spread myself open to
him, I pushed my hips up from the sofa. I wanted nothing to restrict his
access. I was rewarded to an experience that was more rewarding than any
fantasy I could have conjured in my mind. Having never felt the dogs tongue on
my lips, or in my sex, or scratching over my clitoris, I could not relate it to
anything I'd ever felt before. I knew then however, that the sensation was a
pleasure the likes of which should not be avoided. I encouraged Rufus, I
offered parts of me to his attention as my desire's dictated. He was an
excellent provider and responded to every part of my sex I placed in direct
line with his tongue. Soon he was in control of the situation, I only spoke to
him as a woman aroused, not as a pet owner training her animal. He
ministrations to me were gentle yet forceful. It's as if he wanted to at once
show me that he was safe yet make it clear that he wanted to consume me. I'm
not sure if I could have made him stop, even if I had wanted to. After those
first few moments of allowing him to explore me, he seemed to know which part
of me would provide a particular sensation. He liked me in ways that were
sensual torment of my sex. He knew where to get the most of my taste and in
places that caused more arousal for me. I knew otherwise, but could not be
blamed for wondering if he'd somehow learned how to pleasure a woman before
this encounter.

I managed to keep enough sense about me to occasionally slow his progress... I
didn't want this end in a few minutes, which given my arousal it easily could
have. His tongue pushed me to the edge of orgasm easily, and almost at his
will. From time to time, I had to cover myself and hold him away. This didn't
create a problem; he came right back to my area of passion as soon as it was
made available again. I laughed at one point and actually looked into his eyes
and said (believe it or not) "turning me on, like any other bitch aren't you
fella?" As I think of it now, it seems to me that I can't recall ever seeing
dogs engaged in any prolonged foreplay... But Rufus seemed quite happy to focus
on my vagina for as long as I wanted him to. To make this long story short,
between periods of fantastic oral sex, numerous time outs, and some dynamite
orgasms... we carried on for nearly three hours. I finally had to quit... you
can only take so much pleasure at a time and I was exhausted. I know now that
I've made a right decision to pursue this at least to this point... nothing
that good can be that bad! I'm also very egalitarian so our first true sex
encounter was not all one sided, but that's for my next posting.

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Nancy Friday - I love her work

Because of several references to Nancy Friday, and since I'm a relative new-
comer, thought I'd take a minute to insert my two cents on the delightful,
sexy, and thought-provoking Ms Friday.

I've collected all of Ms Friday's works on sexual fantasy. She is a very gutsy
lady, particularly when one considers how early her work for MY SECRET GARDEN
came out. When I first read GARDEN, I wanted to know more about this woman who
spoke so frankly about women's sexual images. I half expected a shriveled up
old hag... imagine my surprise when she turned out to be not only intelligent
but very lovely as well...

I think it would be great to be involved with her - (professionally) because it
would allow one access to all of the erotic musings she receives from readers;
(personally) because I want to seduce her. Nancy Friday's fantasy is public sex
with a very real chance of being caught, ("Tell Me What You're Thinking" from
GARDEN). I suspect she has many others... some perhaps emerging from her work.
She denies attraction to other women but in WOMEN ON TOP she alludes to the
possibility on the right summer night; oh would that I could catch her on that
night! (NB: [Personal to Nancy Friday] - I know you aren't bisexual, but I also
know you mind my fantasy of turning you on)

I digress, Along with MY SECRET GARDEN, FORBIDDEN FLOWERS, AND WOMEN ON TOP;
don't forget MEN IN LOVE (the triumph of love over rage). Ms Friday (though
more focused on Women's Fantasies) also produced this work on Men's Fantasies.
They are as rich and rewarding as could ever be wanted. There's several on
animals (featuring women and men) as well as all other "variations" from the
[approved] list of sexual activities. For you men, if the title makes you
squeamish, make sure there's a female sales clerk at the bookstore - we're not
as homophobic as your are and she could care less what you read.

Lastly, if anyone is interested, Ms Friday has a site. http://
forum.nancyfriday.com - It provides several ways to communicate with others on
human sexuality and fantasies. Also there are several pictures of Nancy Friday
(in case you've never seen her before).

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BDSM is for everyone

Well I stuck my neck out on Nancy Friday, I might as well do it on BDSM as
well. I don't have all the answers on the subject, but offer the following
typo-babble on the subject... Since I've gone this far, I would be willing to
explain my own perspectives if anyone would care to ask...

We are all practitioners of BDSM. Whether we give voice to it or not is a
personal choice; however to deny the practice of it, is denying daily life. For
example, we are all to a degree are practitioners of medicine. This includes
everyone from the person who takes an aspirin for a headache to the Cardio-
vascular surgeon who performs heart transplants. The former may not recognize
themselves as a medical practitioner, the latter dedicates a life to learning
the practice. It's only a matter of degrees.

How do we practice BDSM? We live. Lets consider the term BDSM:

B (ondage) - We are all in bondage. Whether there is a physical restraint
present is of no consequence. Legal, moral, spiritual, or ethical bonds can be
as restraining as a pair of handcuffs, ropes, or chains. We accept these bonds
as a fact of life. Any person claiming not to be bound in some way is denying
participation in the human race. D (ominance) - We are all dominant. All of us
exercise some dominant role over another. Parents, Teachers, Bosses, etc. -
make choices for those under their charge. They are responsible and accountable
for what they do. Dominance over someone is a sacred responsibility, you cannot
have authority over anyone and discharge that authority recklessly without
causing harm. With Dominance comes the responsibility for Discipline {the other
D in BDSM} - We all administer discipline. This applies to ourselves as well as
others. If we cannot reasonable discharge discipline - we don't belong on the
planet. No discipline equals anarchy.

S (ubmission) - We are all Submissive. As much as we are all dominant in some
way, then too we are all submissive. All of us encounter others to whom we must
submit - no person has absolute authority to do everything. Students,
Employees, Spouses, Citizens all render themselves to the authority of others.
Sadism {the other S in BDSM} emerges from the reality that as people, we make
mistakes and others can be harmed by what we do. It is unavoidable (and
therefore an act of submission) that we accept the notion that we cannot always
please everyone in all ways. M (asochism) - We all accept pain. There is little
likelihood that one can go through life without it. If one can accept the basic
tenet of Sadism (i.e. unavoidable harm to others), then one has to accept
Masochism even if its the pain of harming others that cause your own pain.
Moreover, we all willingly accept life's challenges... these will mean failure
and setbacks - but in order to achieve that which we desire we will accept the
pain of getting to our goals.

BDSM appears to be about contrasts; Bondage versus Freedom, Dominance versus
Submission, Inflicting versus Accepting. Our universe is made of contrasts -
Expansion versus Collapse, Creation versus Infinity; Energy versus Matter, Time
versus Space; none can exist without the other. On a less cosmic level, if we
strip away the "Deviant Sexual Activity" label from it, you realize the
paradox; BSDM practice lives not apart from life and from its elements but is
so homogenous as to be inseparable. Maybe I could explain it better by
comparing it to marriage (if ever there was a BDSM institution, this is it). In
our society marriage is - Acceptance of Bondage; Affirmation of Dominance /
Submission; and Sharing of pain and Pleasure. Perhaps the most significant
product of a marriage is Children (again the BDSM aspect runs true). A man
deposits his seed expecting his wife to nurture that seed (Dominance); the Wife
willingly takes the seed and accepts impregnation (Submission). The rewards for
both are the creation of life. Oh by the way, the greatest gift we can give one
another is immortality - for us homo sapiens, Childbirth is the only way to
[physical] immortality. Let's not discuss the pain involved in pregnancy and
childbirth. Pregnancy is also a means of exposing (had to get exhibitionism in
there somehow) your sexuality to others. I could go on... To those of you still
down on BDSM, check out a reply from CAT to La Deh Nah with links to BDSM
sources it may help you understand more. Thanks to CAT, (my new found BDSM
sister) perhaps all of you can learn more... I'm only one voice. PS to sister
CAT... how do ya feel about incest?

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Belinda's Story - Pt 3

It occurs to me that keeping these postings current with events as they happen
is more difficult than I thought. Time races ahead, while the written word
lags. If one isn't careful - facts get lost and memory dims. I shall hereafter
attempt to write accounts of my experience with Rufus within hours of their
happening. I shall also, based on some of your comments, try to introduce some
brevity to my postings. This I think will be difficult; I draw so much from
these experiences, and want to share them fully with you.

The tryst at the tip of my pet's tongue proved far more erotic than I could
have imagined. However I'm of the opinion that the experience for him was
anticlimactic (pun intended). Rufus took to performing cunnilingus as if he
were bred for it; sadly masturbation seemed to be of less interest to him. In
retrospect, I should have provided him more. I sense a feeling of
disappointment from him that I held back; and there's some regret on my part
for reserving parts of myself for the future. As you will recall, I'd planned
the evening's encounter with Rufus to be limited to oral sex, i.e., him licking
me. It never occurred to me that I would, at this point in my explorations,
perform felatio on him. I know this will happen, but I'm simply not ready for
that yet.

One of the responses I received while posting as SOON TO BE A BEGINNER,
implored me to see to the dog's satisfaction during every sexual encounter. A
sense of fair play seems to establish such a mandate. With this in mind and
somewhere between orgasms, I observed Rufus for signs of his arousal. Part of
me (beginner's ignorance) expected nothing. Another part (fantasizer's wisdom)
anticipated a proud erection (of massive proportions). Reality fell somewhere
in between.

At times the dog's organ was completely sheathed. At other times a small
portion, about three inches, emerged. It was a very pink and crisscrossed with
small blood vessels. The end somewhat more bulbous than the shaft, bevel
tipped, and sharply pointed. The pointed tip was fascinating; if he pushed it
far enough for sufficient time could he dilate my cervix? (I think not). I
watched his organ emerge and retract several times. I assumed that he was
aroused by his oral ministrations to my vagina, but not sufficiently so as to
cause a full erection. I decided that full extension of his penis would require
my intervention. I do recall so wanting to see his full maleness, and
especially the "knot" of which I read and fantasized so much. I touched him
very tentatively during a period while he was out of the sheath. My first
sensation was heat. His penis felt far warmer than a human's touch. I also
noted that his penis was well lubricated. If he is typical of other dogs, then
the erotic stories I've read about painful insertion the first time leave me
skeptical. Nothing that slippery should create any resistance. Anyway, although
quite distracted by his tongue on my own sex, I endeavored to stroke him to
erection and orgasm. I did manage to cause his organ to swell in size and
extend further from the sheath. Unfortunately the object of so many fantasies,
his knot, was reluctant to come out of its protective covering. I did
eventually manage to grasp the sheath and extrude this portion of him. by this
point he'd reached a fair degree of firmness, but I sensed he was not yet fully
erect. His length exceeded my recollection of the "average" man but not so much
it seemed that when he mounts me I'll not be able to accommodate him fully.

As far as brining him to orgasm, I sadly must admit that I don't think he did
so. He seemed to stand very still while I attended his organ and he produced at
one point a fairly constant stream of fluid. It came from him as a very small
jet that appeared colorless. I tasted it and thought slightly acrid, it was a
sexy taste, and I equated it with the same mucous produced by a man prior to
ejaculation. He at no point however provided me with an eruption as I have
observed in men.

Although he didn't ejaculate, I sense never the less enjoyed my touch. The
experience has left me however wondering if I've somehow failed him... In my
next attempt to masturbate Rufus, I've decided to stop him from attending my
own sex and concentrate solely on his. At not sure what to expect. Will he
become rigid in his erection and does he produce an ejaculate similar (thick
milky fluid) as does a man. Moreover, how much will he produce. I welcome any
perspectives however I'm secure in the knowledge that if I try hard enough, the
answer will be forthcoming.

By the way... I've decided that if he produces semen for me, and there is a
sufficient quantity, I shall try to capture it. I'm not sure how, in my hand or
perhaps some kind of container, but I should like to have his ejaculate. I'm
determined that tasting it and consuming it will help fuel my passion for
further sex with him.

In summary, though a bit disappointing, I am undaunted in my desire to bring
this relationship to its logical (full sexual congress) conclusion. I continue
to enjoy these experiences and, for what its worth, encourage any lady who's on
the fence to begin her journey. The oral sex alone is worth the time.

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Belinda's Story pt 4

Following the first encounter, I knew my "handi-work" with Rufus needed
practice. After our first night, there were five more in the dark while the
power system was rebuilt. I'd have no better opportunity to develop my skills.
Rufus seemed like a seasoned pro, and needed no skill development. Days were
spent venturing out to gather the children, collect necessary provisions,
preparing meals, listening to progress reports on the radio, some quality time
with the kids, and packing them back to the relative comfort of generator
supplied heat, light, and super nintendo.

Rufus stayed in the garage the first few days after our first experience. Even
now I keep him at a safe and reasonable distance. His enthusiasm for my vagina
seems to grow with each new visit of his tongue to the area. He's not shy about
probing my crotch at the most inopportune times. Initially I thought he'd
become insatiable. Now however, with a sense that I'll continue giving him
access to my sex, he shows capable of some restraint. This puts me at ease. I
was concerned that once having let him have freedom to lick and taste; he'd
continually "hound" me for more (pun intended).

Anyway, I've found that a firm, not restrictive, grasp of his penis offers a
reasonable certainty of bringing him to a handsome erection. I suspect this
owes to my own improving skills. Also, after a fair degree of manual
stimulation he begins a stroking motion into my hands.

He also arches his back; this interests me. I assume this an instinctive
process to facilitate his body position to couple with a bitch. I reason that
while mounting places his organ in the correct position; the arched back brings
his penis nearer the vaginal opening. I've surfed for available pictures (dogs
with women) and note the arched back seems a prevalent aspect of dog-woman
matings.

For three consecutive nights I manually manipulated his organ. The third night
I kept my vulva covered for a while so he'd not be distracted by my scent or
taste; he never the less nuzzled between my legs. I was joyously rewarded on
the third night with an almost constraint stream of fluids from his penis and,
dear readers, the appearance what was undoubtedly his sperm. The consistency
being more like that of a man's ejaculate. It was thicker and not clear like
his other emissions. Also, I'm still not sure what constitutes a full climax,
the quantity he produced in my hands is far more than any man's I ever
experienced.

I've read erotica about "cum-sluts" and discounted the notion of a woman
actually addicted to semen, but I must admit a sensual thrill associated with
the volume and taste of his sperm. Which does lead me to the next observation.
I'd waited patiently for the chance to taste his ejaculate, happily it's
delightfully wicked; not off-putting at all. In fact, after his oral
ministrations of my sex, I find that I'm in a highly charged state and desire
(need) the taste of his sexual juices.

By the fifth (and sadly final) night of our solitude, Rufus and I had
progressed to very satisfying sessions of him licking my vagina, which sends me
to an orbit somewhere outside the charted solar system, and my stroking him to
a fairly productive climax. I have also managed to produce as many as three
eruptions from him in a single evening. I've found the first two are rather
easily achieved and within a short amount of time, however subsequent issuances
of his sperm always require more time. I also find it rather comical that after
each ejaculation, Rufus likes to have some time to lick his organ (why do they
do this?)

A last word... I've wanted to catch his fluids (both the clear liquid and
sperm) in a container. To do so I've been using a baby food jar -- (1) Rufus
doesn't care for having the tip of his organ making contact with the glass and
(2) Not knowing exactly when he'll come, I usually miss most of what he
produces. Apart from that which I manager to capture with my hand, the rest I
scoop off of a plastic drape on the carpet. It occurs to me that if I want the
full measure of his secretions, felatio offers the best chance of success. Must
run for now, but I'll have much more to say on this subject in my next posting.

Belinda's Story - Pt 5

Note from Belinda - Events are taking place between Rufus and I more
frequently. As we become more involved, there's much more to write about.
Sadly, its difficult to chronicle all that happens, preserve the details, and
yet maintain brevity. In my effort to do so, I've adopted a goal of a single
page per each posting and shall not try to relate each posting to those
appearing prior or subsequent. At some point, depending upon the interest this
forum displays, I will send WS a compilation of my postings and attempt to edit
them into a single congruous story.

Belinda's Story - Pt 6

OK so its time to post another of my continuing adventures. The ice storm has
come and gone; limiting my free time to explore with Rufus to late night
experiences. The doors at my house aren't generally locked but I've installed a
small bolt latch in the den to prevent any accidental intrusions. When we left
off, I'd written about my decision to go ahead with performing orally with
Rufus. The decision is driven by my desire to receive the full measure of his
orgasm and taste his emissions. I'm also intrigued by the idea of servicing him
with my mouth; and to find out if I can produce an orgasm for him in this
manner.

Our routine has followed a regimen of my securing the door, and undressing from
the waist down. It takes little to no encouragement other than exposing my sex
to Rufus to guide his wonderful tongue to my vagina. I usually assume a
position on the sofa, but have on a few occasions taken to the floor. From the
floor I find it easier to manually stimulate him and observe his erection and
see the fluids he produces. I'd also decided that lying beneath him on the
floor would facilitate our next venture. I placed a few pillows strategically
within reach, for when we were ready to begin. I was confident the pillows
would hold my head comfortably without any neck strain, should it take a length
of time to bring him off in this fashion.

We began as usual with his performing oral sex on me whilst I stroked him with
my hand. I've noted that as he becomes aroused, he'll often stand firmly rooted
to a spot while he enjoys my attentions. I assumed he'd do the same once his
organ passed my lips. The anticipation of what I was about to do had me
trembling. I likened the experience to the so called "adrenaline rush" one gets
from a sudden or exciting experience. Or if you prefer, I'll admit that I was
just plain hot to get on with this.

In the few days prior to this, I'd considered the concept of technique. I've
performed this on men on not a few occasions. Different men prefer different
approaches to having their penis sucked. In the case of a human partner, one
can tell by voice or body action if your efforts are producing the desired
results... I wondered how I would know, apart from being in a warm wet place,
the things I were going to do would produce the desirable effect for Rufus. I
also wondered, other than licking their own penis, was their a K-9 equivalent
to a "BJ". I've seen them smell one another down there but don't recall ever
seeing them lick another dog's organ.

Getting back to my subject -- as usual his tongue took me to two very good
orgasms and was bound for another when I decided it was time to move ahead. I
reasoned that I'd allow him to bring me close to another climax; in this more
aroused state, perhaps I'd perform better for him. As silly as it may sound, I
talked with him about how much I wanted to suck him and how hard I was going to
try and please him with my mouth. I'm generally very vocal when aroused but am
more accustomed to two way conversations. No matter how many times I asked him
if he wanted me to suck him, he was not about to answer.

Rufus enjoys licking my exposed vulva. I didn't want any distractions and so
before assuming my position under him, I slipped back into a pair of jeans to
(hopefully) reduce his attention to my vagina. He watched, but since I was
cooing to him about waiting for me, made no movement to indicate he thought the
encounter was over. I slipped beneath him and pulled back his sheath about
three inches. His penis was firm but not fully erect. I stroked it to entice
him. He assumed that arched back position that I've noted in the past. For lack
of verbal communication, I reasoned this meant he was ready for more.

The moment of truth had arrived. Grabbing a couple of my pillows, I arranged my
face directly in front of his penis. I was comfortably situated. Then in what
felt like slow motion, I opened my mouth and took his penis inside. I began
slowly sliding his maleness in and out. After a minute or so, I withdrew the
member and examined it for signs of increasing arousal. His erection was
visibly longer than when I started and I detected a hardening of it in my
mouth. I chuckled to him... asked him if this was better than my hand... no
answer, I resumed sucking on his organ.

With time, he had become very hard, indeed harder than I ever recalled. His
penis also seemed more engorged with small blood vessels than I'd ever noticed.
The very beveled end appeared larger and more blunt than normal. The first two
inches or so also looked more bulbous than I'd ever noticed. Also, though I'd
felt it before... the knot at the base was larger and getting nearer to
emerging from its sheath. The knot had never came out before without my
manually working it out. I concluded that I was pleasing and exciting him! I
altered from light sucking and bobbing my head from the end to shaft of his
penis and then taking it as deeply to the base as possible. Sometimes I would
lick the end (especially if he were leaking) other times I'd tickle my tongue
at the opening of his sheath where it met the knot. After about twenty minutes,
I examined my handiwork. His penis now was larger than I'd ever seen! I guessed
the length at about eight to nine inches and the circumference (at the bulbous
end) to be slightly larger than my hand could span (thumbtip to fingertip). He
was also much firmer than I'd ever seen. The temperature felt very much higher
than any man's penis. And the color had changed from a bright pink to a more
purplish hue.

The floor beneath us was spotted with traces of his leaking fluids. Most of his
emissions were (happily for me) going down my throat. The taste was very
different than a man. His was slightly bitter and salty but in my aroused state
he could have been hosing me with acid and I wouldn't have cared. All that
remained now was to draw out his sperm. I was determined to continue this until
he flooded my mouth, and I didn't care how much he came as long as he came. I
didn't have to wait long. On a particularly deep stroke, I felt a sudden rush
of fluid from his penis. It was thicker and more plentiful than the clear
stream of before. Having known a man's ejaculation (and almost instinctively) I
held his organ in such a fashion as to allow his sperm to flow out; but, not so
deeply as to cause a gag reflex. I didn't have time to think of the consistency
or taste... I swallowed several jets of his ejaculate. He was rewarding my
efforts with far more semen than any man had ever deposited in my mouth and
throat. Strangely, he stopped (almost suddenly) and walked away from me. He sat
down and began licking his still erect penis. At first I assumed I'd done
something wrong. I spoke to him but he paid me no attention; he went right on
licking. After a few minutes he looked up. He was happily panting, and yet
between his legs I could still see his stiff organ. I decided to try again.

As I approached him he stood and allowed me to once again suck his maleness
into my mouth. I resumed where we'd left off and was soon provided another
(albeit smaller) ejaculation. Following this second gush, Rufus sat down and
looked about the room.

I on the other hand was very aroused. I stripped from the waist down and
crawled before him with my vagina offered to his tongue. Sadly he wasn't as
enthusiastic as before I sucked him. He did however give me a few passing licks
and sniffs. It became clear he wasn't particularly in the mood so I masturbated
myself to a wonderful orgasm, with occasional help from him.

The other remarkable thing about this encounter happened as I was preparing to
get up from the floor. When I was on my hands and knees, Rufus placed his right
forepaw on my back. If I remained still he'd put it back on the floor. If I
moved again, the paw went to my back again. I thought this curious. To take
this a step further I crouched lower in my positioned; he made a few
halfhearted attempts at mounting me from the side. I didn't think he was
actually planning more, for as soon as he rose onto my back he would then
return to the floor. After three times up and three times back down. He trotted
to the door as if expecting to be let out of the room.

I know the sociology of dogs is complex. And I'm not sure of the significance
of the paw on my back or the mounting efforts on his part, especially since he
showed no intent to move behind and actually penetrate me. But I do wonder if
there isn't more to his actions than I understand. In retrospect, I've wondered
if he wasn't making a sign to me that I was now "his bitch" (a phrase that I
find to be charged with eroticism). Oh well time will tell. The planned date of
Valentine's day is approaching rapidly... I guess I'll find out more as we
continue.

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Belinda's Story Pt 7

Rufus and I Continue to grow and experiment with what we've learned so far. I'm
happy to inform you all that I'm becoming what I think is an accomplished
feliatrix with my pet; even if I do say so myself. Since my original "taste" of
oral sex with him, I have had four more encounters. It keeps getting more
comfortable. I've given up concerns about style or method. Rufus, and I assume
all doggies, don't care about how you do it; just that you do it all.

Now with nearly a half dozen BJs behind me, some mystery of his ejaculate is
beginning to fade. I'm becoming accustomed to the difference in taste and
texture. His taste appears more acrid than the average man's; though its never
displeasing to my pallet. Emissions are of a consistency that doesn't appear to
feel (to my tongue) remarkably different than his two legged counterpart. I
can't be certain of the consistency however because his sperm is mixed with
copious amounts of his clear fluid and my own saliva. One thing I really enjoy
about taking Rufus orally is his "self lubricating" organ. Any woman who's ever
taken a dry cock in her mouth can relate to the less than thrilling experience
of a mouth full of cotton balls. Or more perhaps like taking a mouthful of lima
beans (without butter) dry and without taste. Rufus is always pleasingly wet.
The taste is much like the clear fluids that seem to begin leaking from his
penis as soon as he knows sex is on the agenda. After the first time, I've kept
my lower parts covered. Even still he shows his interest in mounting me; but
that's still in the future. Don't misunderstand, I often entertain the idea of
just arousing him and getting down to business... but the anticipation is so Oh
So dreamy.

Sometime back, I mentioned that I'd more or less settled on Valentines Day. So
perhaps by my next posting, Rufus and I will have already have done the deed.
I'm taking a quick poll from all of you... should I try to get him to do me
missionary style or go with "doggie" style. I for one would like to be able to
see his organ as it penetrates me, but I want him comfortable with what's going
on as well.

Bye for now, love - Belinda

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Short Story Offering - Not Belinda and Rufus

The Story is my first attempt at writing a piece of erotic fiction. It has
nothing to do with Belinds's story and my experiences with Rufus. I decided to
try writing a short story and introduced a few elements that I find arousing.
It has no link to zoo or BDSM, but may be fun for some of you. I would like to
hear your opinions about this piece (good or bad). If there's any interest,
I'll offer more and get closer to the subject that all of you like so well in
the future... I think out lady and her friend Janey are about to start on a
journey that has many possible twists and turns.

Belinda and Janey - Part 1 Shear Discovery!

I'd just finished shaving it. I'd been thinking about this for several months.
The idea was planted by images I'd seen in an old magazine left by my ex-
husband. He'd tried several times to convince me to part with my little red
bush, but I was afraid it would look too childish. A friend of mine, whom I'll
call Janey, does hers. She however, has a very adult looking pubis. A
pronounced clitoris that seems always visible from beneath its hood; and very
large, well defined lips surrounding her ample pussy. I've seen it several
times at our health club. She even allowed me to look closely at it during one
of our discussions leading up to the decision to shave my own mound.

I headed from the shower, draped in a large fluffy towel, for my bed. A hand
held mirror afforded me an opportunity to examine my work. I dropped to the
soft comforter, propped my head on some pillows and spread my legs. The sight
was erotic. I couldn't looking at my own pussy could cause such arousal.

My clitoris though small is visible when aroused. Usually the hood covers my
little bud, but I can draw the skin back to examine it or stimulate myself when
I masturbate. It now appeared very pink, very clean, and very inviting! My lips
are small and crisp. They are symmetrical and form a gentle flower over the
opening of my pussy. Simply slipping a finger or tongue between them causes
them to part; revealing the wetness and warmth of my cunt.

The most striking aspect of my newly shaved vulva however is my pubic mound.
Unlike most women whose mons forms a smooth curve from their lower belly and
disappears in a gentle arch toward their clitoris, mine is a very well defined
dome; rising like a small mountain peak over the valley of my vagina below. If
I lay flat on my bed, there's a triple range of hills at my pelvis. The dual
crest formed by the bones of my pelvis form twin peaks, that compliment the
larger rise of my pubic mound.

As I look at it, I am again aware of the growing moistness of my heated cunt.
There's nothing childlike in appearance in my freshly shaved sex. It looks
delicious! I giggle at the thought of how the sight of my own pussy is making
me hot. Were that it possible, I think I'd bend and lick my own cunt! I wonder
what the feel and taste of my pussy against my tongue and lips would do to my
womanly senses?

I can't resist... My fingers delve into the folds of my now burning pussy. I
sue each digit to probe the inflamed cunt. My juices there are copious. The
fluids lubricate my fingers. I thread them between my lips. Slipping from the
opening of my cunt to the little clit that now screams for attention. Several
times my fingers stroke and circle the clitoris and return to the depths of my
cunt for more fluid. Then in a move that surprises me, I bring them to my
mouth. I must taste the products of my cunt! Never have I desired this before,
but now I must know the flavor of woman sex, even if it's my own.

Again and again, I dip into my flaming pussy. The juices are everywhere. Inside
my cunt, leaking over my pussy lips, and running between my legs, flowing
toward the small brown opening that is my ass. I am aroused like a bitch in
heat! I stop. I deny my sex the release I and it now demands. I must share this
moment with someone.

Picking up the phone from my bedside, I dial Janey's home. She answers
cheerfully and asks what I'm up to this morning. My breathing is heavy, and I
allow my fingers to tease but not satisfy my desire. I tell her that I've done
it, I've shaved my pussy. She's amused and asks why I didn't wait to tell her.
I explain the effect its having on me... Telling all about the thrill gazing at
my now naked sex is having on me... I confess my wanton desire to eat my own
pussy!

Janey hesitates briefly and says that she'd love to see it, see me, and the
effect my shaved cunt is having on me! She then says that she'd touched her own
pussy up earlier this morning and that it too was freshly shaved. She confesses
to me that she also entertains fantasies of sucking at her own cunt! This
discussion she says has aroused her.

There's a brief pause when neither of us speaks. A silent agreement is reached.
Janey says that she can be at my door in less than twenty minutes. I tell her
that I'll be ready when she arrives.

I quickly move about the house throwing together the morning's clutter. The
bedroom is then set. I turn on the Stereo... soft sounds of Bach course through
the room. The thermostat is set to warm the room; making sure no clothing is
needed. I return to the bed, and resume teasing of my cunt. It's been twenty
five minutes and anticipation is driving me wild!

I hear Janey's car pull into the drive. I see from the window; approaching the
front door. Reality hits me! I know what she and I have in mind though neither
of us has spoken the words. In a few short minutes, I'll satisfy the hunger for
cunt! A hunger aroused by the vision of my own sex! How ironic, my own pussy
now leads me to lust for another! The bell rings and I hear Janey enter and
call out to me. My god! My friend is coming to feed me her cunt... She knows I
want it! She wants to devour my pussy as well. With voice barely able to say
the words I call to her. She enters the bedroom. I'm on the bed, my legs
splayed wide open; She sees my completely naked and freshly shaved pussy. Her
skirt falls to the floor her blouse follows; she's naked beneath! My eyes
fasten on her own smooth bare pussy.

It looks so beautiful she says; gazing at my crotch. Together we speak of our
arousal. I can't believe we're doing this says Janey as her crotch covers my
face and her own face descends to my pussy. Just before my mouth is muffled by
her settling pussy upon my lips and outstretched tongue, I say neither can I,
but its too late to stop now!

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Crossing the Final Frontier

All day at work, I contemplated what I was about to do. Arrangements were set;
the kids would be with friends and the house would be empty save Rufus and I. I
got the kids off to school early that morning and made time for still another
round of his delicious tongue on my vulva. This time however I purposely
stopped him before by climax; not an easy task. I wanted that delightful
feeling of arousal without completion.

Difficult as it was, I made it through the day. I grabbed a quick bite of
dinner from a local burger palace and stopped by my favorite video store on the
way home. My state of lust grew as I searched through the available adult
titles in the XXX rated section of the video store. I'm always a little
uncomfortable renting adult videos especially if the only staff in the store is
some young man of 18-19 years. They seem to have such an unusual response to
women renting erotic films. I settled on three tapes though knowing I'd not
watch all of them in one night. The three I selected were themes on interracial
and anal sex and two others were all girl movies. The lesbian sex stuff always
get me very hot (sorry guys I like pretty much the same stuff you do) so
usually I rent at least one every time I pick up an adult oriented video. I
knew that in the comfort of my home, watching these would serve only to arouse
my passions even higher.

I intentionally kept Rufus out of the den while I enjoyed some solo arousal
during the first video (one of the all girl features). By the end of this film,
I would have fucked the Pope if he were available. However the only male within
reasonable distance was my pet; he would have to serve the role of lover this
evening. My mind was racing at near light speed at the thought of what his
first penetration would feel like. I've become so familiar with his organ - its
shape, size, texture and heat. I knew this would drive me wild once he planted
it in my belly.

I called him into the room. Upon seeing my nudity, he quickly moved his snout
to my crotch. I suspect the room smelled so of female arousal he had little
time to wonder if we were about to have another session. If he only knew that
this time that which he seemed to want so much were going to be his.

We began with our usual oral sex from him to me, past my manual stimulation of
his maleness, and quickly to a position with his organ in my mouth. Rufus has
come to be a quite comfortable partner for me when I suck him. It's as if he is
very content to allow these attentions from me without asserting a more
forceful thrusting action from his groin. Good, because as far as giving a BJ
is concerned, I prefer my partners not to thrust but rather to allow me to set
the speed and depth to which I take their penis.

Friends, I cannot describe to you the moment when I crawled from beneath my dog
and assumed a crouched position on my forearms and knees. Rufus walked up
behind me gave a few fast licks over my labia and anus and, as if he'd been
waiting patiently for the opportunity, mounted me. There was nothing haphazard
about his actions. I've read the stories where it takes some time and effort to
coax the dog's penis into a woman's vagina. In our case there were only a few
misguided pokes until I reached for and carefully guided his organ to my sex.
You must know however that in those few seconds from when he first climbed on
my back, until my hand guided the tip of his organ to my excited vagina;
there's was nothing I wanted more than to give myself to him. Nothing could
have stopped me from having that beautiful penis inside me... I was definitely
a "bitch in heat".

From the point of his first slight penetration things go wild in my mind.
Although he has now coupled with me several more times; that first will always
be the most erotic of our matings. He seemed not so much to be pushing his
penis into me but rather allowing the shaft to go out toward my sex. I scooted
beneath him to help facilitate his entry. He, as always a patient lover allowed
me to set the pace; at least initially. There were very few targeting strokes
by him. I wondered if he was as amazed by the feel of my vagina as I was by his
penis. Anyway, after a few strokes to assure his entry was effected he took
over. Wow! Did he take over.

Once he seemed sure that he was correctly positioned, he gave a few quick and
deep thrusts. His forelegs gripped me tightly and I felt as if he were walking
up my back. His penetration was fast and sure. His speed of thrusting was like
nothing I'd ever felt before with a man. I couldn't be certain how far back he
drew on the out stroke but I felt him very quickly bottom out on the return in.
In my mind it was as if here weren't pulling out at all but simply pushing
deeper and deeper into my body.

Male readers might not understand and perhaps some of the women will disagree;
when I'm aroused by the action of a penis in my vagina, I want it to fill me
completely, to "use" every bit of my sex to bring me to climax. Its so hard to
explain the way I feel once aroused during intercourse, and at the risk of
sounding cliché, I just become one big cunt. Normally I don't use the "c" word
but it expresses the thought better than any other. Rufus knew this. He didn't
care about politically correct sex. He was fucking me and I think could have
cared less if I was enjoying it or even if I wanted it. Once he settle into a
steady rhythm, nothing was no stopping him; thank you.

As for me, lust was in control. Had Rufus stopped I would have died! Never had
I been so completely filled and probed and stroked. The heat of his organ in my
vagina was incredible. Words cannot do justice to what he was doing to me. At
one point I wondered if the sharp tip penis was opening my cervix; he was going
so deep.

A word that does comes to mind; WET! Whether it was his fluids, my own juices,
or a mixture of both; my vagina has never been so lubricated as it is with his
penis in it. Even lubricants they use at the doctors office don't go this
far... perhaps an exaggeration but you could have slipped a bowling ball into
me, I was so open and so wet. Time meant nothing. In reality, I believe that
first mating lasted about 20-25 minutes. That being from first penetration
until he stopped thrusting. He remained mounted on me for several more minutes
after that. But it doesn't matter. I began a series of orgasms that continued
for nearly the entire coupling; big ones little ones, and in between. At one
point I actually felt that I could take no more stimulation. Women will know
what I mean... just because we're multi-orgasmic doesn't mean we can take
intense stimulation without stopping. In all honesty I welcomed his climax and
ejaculation. It came at just about the instant that I was sure I would pass
out. He slowed and I (again hoping to avoid cliché) felt the flood of his sperm
inside my belly. With men, I can usually feel their semen spewing forth, with
Rufus there was no doubt. I don't want to sound crude but it was less like a
man's orgasm and more like a douche (sorry). A sudden rush of fluid which you
vagina cannot retain... nuff said Ok, now the "knot" Did he put it in?
Definitely. Did I like it? Definitely? Would I have been disappointed if he
hadn't put it in? Definitely. Did it hurt? Definitely but not so much that it
wasn't worth every minute and inch of it. By the time he began pushing it into
me, I was already a bit tender, so there was a little wince of discomfort as it
passed my vaginal opening. Did we "tie"? Yes, but it could have been broken
without any serious harm to either of us. Soon after his sperm flooded me, he
slowed his thrusting to more of a steady push into me. And yes I could feel the
knot as it first touched my labia and began its entry. This is a part of the
sensation I had so wanted to have, I would have only stopped him if I felt any
real pain. I didn't. There was some resistance as it passed my labia but for
the most part it went in with a soft youch versus a loud scream by me. I
certainly knew when the bulk had passed for I could feel it being sucked in as
my vagina closed in around it. Once inside I perceived some (slight) additional
swelling to the point that it was firmly (and comfortably locked) inside.
Again, we could have broken the tie (I certainly didn't want to) but there was
no reason not to enjoy the sensation of his organ firmly planted inside of me.
If either of us moved, I could feel the resistance of my vagina against having
it easily removed. Suffice to say, its worth the effort to get the knot
inside... mmmm! Rufus also seemed to enjoy it when I would use my pelvic
muscles to clamp down on his organ. He did not (as I've read) try to dismount
me or turn away. He simply held me firm with his forelegs, gave an occasional
push of his penis, and stood like a rock (pun intended). After perhaps about
10-15 minutes he began to soften and withdraw. As his organ left my vagina I
noted several things...

There was a royal mess on the blanket beneath us (i.e. a large wet spot and
some rather copious globs of semen; and yes I collected it on my fingers and
tasted as much as I could).

The size of his organ incredible! Even though he'd spent himself inside me, I'd
never seen his penis this large before. I must admit some surprise that I'd
managed to have that thing completely inside me!

My own sex felt as if my entire bottom was unplugged. It felt as if I could
easily drain out my entire body out through my vagina.

Rufus was a contradiction after dismounting me. He brought his snout to my sex
and licked me virtually clean of our fluids (felt great). Then he did something
that caused me a start; he began nipping (with his teeth) at my labia... it
hurt! I scolded him and moved away. He trotted to the other side of the room,
sat down, and as is his post orgasm custom, began licking his organ.

Let me close out this posting, but offer a few parting observations. It was my
fantasy to be taken by and coupled with Rufus... to any woman who has a same or
similar fantasy I say just do it (but be careful, certain, and safe) you'll not
be disappointed. Will I do this again (I already have). Right now as a matter
of fact, I'm concerned it might be too much. We've had sex at least once a day
since that first time... its as if I can't get enough! I suspect this will be
much like some of my past experiences. For example when I discovered
bisexuality. At first I couldn't keep my hands off of women, now I control that
like any other sexual urge... but let me say, having sex with my dog has (at
least for now) taken over as the most erotic and outrageously sexy thing I've
ever done.

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