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Dog Training
by Slutgirl (unicorn_chelle@yahoo.com)
***
The experience of one woman who is trained to become a
bitch for her Master's dog. (MMF, bi, exh, reluc,
beast, anal)
***
I met Stan at a Christmas party given by a friend. He
had seemed nice, the quiet and unassuming type. We had
talked about the party, the movies we had seen recently
and about chatting online, which we both seemed to
enjoy. He told me he has this really close friend in
Spain that he chatted with twice a week, they had been
doing this for 3 years. That was a long time for an
internet friendship and it told me heaps about Stan's
commitment to people.
The party wound up and Stan came over to ask if I
needed a lift home. I said no, but that I would need a
lift to a movie the following Wednesday if he cared to
join me. He smiled and said delighted. We swapped phone
numbers then went our separate ways.
Stan had turned up on time and whisked me away to the
latest release. After, we grabbed a coffee and
discussed a critical analysis of Roger De Lune's works,
the director of the movie. Stan made me laugh with his
witty comments, and intrigued me with some of his
comparisons. He took me home and we agreed to do this
again the next week.
We had a regular date for a movie on Wednesday nights
then began adding picnics, parties and dinners on other
nights. It didn't take long before we were an official
couple and I realised I was in love with Stan. I was
overjoyed when Stan revealed his love for me and not
much later we made wedding plans.
Marriage to Stan was bliss. He was a considerate lover
and friend. All my wants, needs, desired were fulfilled
in him. My joy would have been complete if only I had a
child, but after 3 years of trying and various tests,
we discovered I was infertile. This caused great grief
to me, but Stan was wonderful and soon enough I had
overcome this sadness and life went on pretty much as
usual.
One day, Stan came to me with an interesting idea. He
wanted to explore a new club in town. He had heard
about it from a friend and wanted to take me there. I
agreed, so the next Saturday we ended up at Brimstone
nightclub. As soon as I walked in I realised this was
no ordinary club. There were women dressed in what
appeared to be thick black rubber bands and nothing
else.
Later, I learned this was latex. I saw men and women
being led around by dog leads and people in all manner
of erotic poses. Stan seemed right at home and I have
to admit I kind of liked what I saw. Later on at home,
Stan sat me down to talk about the experience. He
explained to me I had been to a BDSM club. He patiently
explained that BDSM was all about exploring sexual
kinks and fetishes and for some it was a way of life.
They had relationships based on one person having all
the control and power over the other's life. The idea
interested me. I had never seen this side of Stan
before, but I felt we were both so loving and open-
minded, that a little kinky slap and tickle couldn't
hurt. Then Stan dropped the bombshell.
He explained that his internet friendship was actually
with a submissive woman in Spain. She was his
submissive. She had fulfilled needs in him, but now he
was beginning to want to explore them in real life. I
was blown away. How could my sweet, gentle Stan want to
actually hurt anyone? Then he revealed he wanted to
hurt me!
It had taken some convincing, but I finally found
myself tied spread eagle to the bed, with a ball gag in
my mouth and a fluffy blindfold over my eyes. I had no
idea what Stan was going to do, but what I felt was
amazing. There was a mix of him slapping me, hitting me
with what he called a flogger and tickling me. It ended
with him using the biggest vibrating dildo on me I had
ever felt, and slapping my breasts quite hard with a
paddle.
Afterward, he untied me and we cuddled. We had the
wildest sex that night we had ever had in our 4 and a
half years together. We discussed what he called the
session and I agreed to experience more.
It only took Stan 6 months to turn me into a fully
trained submissive. I had never realised there was this
part in me. I loved it. I gave up working so I could
stay at home, naked with a metal collar around my neck,
and a thick chain padlocked around my waist. He also
liked to insert a butt plug into my arse, a 7 inch
dildo into my pussy then padlock a chastity belt onto
my waist chain, so I was constantly full and aroused.
He trained me so that I only needed to empty my bowels
in the morning and evening, so there was no fear of
needing to do this during the day. Some days Stan would
go to work and would padlock a gag in my mouth, so I
was unable to talk all day. Once he also put ear plugs
in me so I couldn't hear as well. That was amazing.
There is this experience that submissive's have called
subspace and I think I was in it all that day!
Stan began to bring his friends home and have me
service them orally as well. At first I felt shame in
doing this, but I kind of enjoyed it as well. Stan gave
me such praise and told me how much more he loved me
because I could pleasure his friends, that I began to
really enjoy these times and even ask when he would
bring his mates home again. It didn't take long before
he organised a gang bang for me with 10 of his mates.
He loved to sit back and watch them all fucking me,
sticking cocks in my mouth and pussy at once. After
they had all been sated this way, he would put a blow
up butt plug in me, slowly pumping it up over the next
hour or so they needed to recover, then remove it and
they would all take turns fucking my arse. I was always
sore as hell, but blissful after these encounters.
Not long after starting the gang bangs, Stan began to
make me sleep on the floor by the bed, with a mat under
me and a blanket on top and nothing else. He would
chain my ankle to the bedpost so I could not get up to
use the bathroom in the middle of the night. He
wouldn't let me sit on any furniture at all and he also
started making me eat my food out of a dog bowl, on all
fours on the ground. I was so well trained that when
Stan went to work, I would serve my own lunch in the
dog bowl, and then get down on all fours to eat it.
Stan loved to watch me do this on weekends. He came up
to me one day telling me that I just wasn't 'right',
and then he inserted a thick butt plug in my arse. He
stood back and smiled and when I looked around I saw a
pretty authentic looking dog tail sticking out of my
arse. I wiggled my butt and it wobbled around just like
a real one. This made Stan laugh, rub my head and
praise me. I woofed in delight.
From then on, Stan would insert the dog tail in me each
morning after I'd been to the toilet and order me to
stay on all fours all day. He still locked the gag on
to get me used to not talking. When he came home he
would remove it and sit on the couch with me sitting on
the floor beside him.
He would have a beer in a can on the table next to him
and would lean over and rub my head while he watched
the news. It was only natural when he starting saying
'good girl' to praise me, telling me what a good doggy
I was. I have to admit, I really liked this.
One day, Stan sat me down to tell me he was getting
married. I was stunned. But we were married, how could
he marry someone else without divorcing me first? He
informed me that the marriage had never been finalised.
He had deliberately hired someone to pose as a
celebrant so that it would never be legal. He then had
a mate of his drawer up a fake certificate so I would
never know.
He explained he was going to marry his Spanish
submissive, that he wanted her as his wife, and wanted
me as his dog. This news had stunned me and it took me
a while to get used to, but I have to admit that deep
down, I like the idea of always being his dog.
*
Three months later, Stan brought home Carletta. She was
a very talk, dark Spanish woman with the full bust and
curvy hips of the typical Latin in the movies. She had
waist length dark curly hair and deep, deep bedroom
eyes. She was decorated in lots of tinkly gold
jewellery and when she laughed it was a deep, belly
laugh. As soon as Stan shut the door, he grabbed her,
giving he tits a squeeze and kissing her passionately
on the mouth.
I felt a pang of jealousy to see them, but could do
nothing about this. Stan took delight in fucking her in
front of me in as many positions as he could think of.
She would always thrash about and scream when she came
and I realised why he loved her so much. I too began to
fall in love with her.
When Stan was at work, Carletta would swan around the
house naked. I couldn't take my eyes of her beautifully
waxed mound. Her breasts were large and heavy and would
bob when she walked, but her mound was what mesmerised
me.
"What? Doggy? You want some of Carlitta's pussy? The
doggy wants to chase the pussy, ey?" She asked and
threw her head back and laughed. I sat there and nodded
my head, long ago having given up the desire to speak
outside of yaps. Carletta sat herself down in a chair,
spreading her luscious lips and fingering her clit. I
began to whimper with the arousal building in my own
pussy.
"Well come and taste it then doggy." She said and I
quickly scurried over on all fours, sticking my mouth
in her pussy and lapping up her pooling juices. She
threw her head back and moaned loudly, just as she did
for Stan. I was driven on in a frenzy to please this
woman, like I had never known before. It had been
months since Stan had fucked me, he seemed not
interested in fucking his dog, now that he had this
gorgeous creature as his real wife. Suddenly Carletta
screamed as she came and pushed me away.
That night when Stan came home, she told him all about
what had happened. He grinned and called me over. "Did
my doggy please her mistress did she." he rubbed my
head. "Good doggy. You should always obey your mistress
and please her."
Until then, I hadn't realised that Carletta was my
mistress, but it made sense. She had taken over giving
me my lunch during the week, and taken care of bathing
me when I needed it – usually once a week. Stan ordered
Carletta to sit on the couch and me to please her. I
did this with gusto. After she screamed her cum, he
threw her on the floor and fucked her like a wild,
rutting pig.
Later that night, when they were in bed and I was
chained at the foot as usual, they fucked again, just
as vigorously. After, Carletta looked at me and turned
to Stan. "You know, the doggy here, she hasn't had a
good fucking for long time, not since before I come
here marry you. We should get fucking for her. After
all, a doggy needs that to be happy."
Stan looked at me and smiled.
There had been excitement building in the house for the
past week. I knew something was about to happen, when
finally Saturday rolled around. It was the early
afternoon, when Stan and Carletta arrived home from
their outing. With them they brought a large German
Shepherd, about 2 years old.
"Come here girl" said Stan and I trotted over and sat
by his feet. "This is Buster. He is the newest member
of our household. Since he is a male dog and you are a
female dog, he will be the master of you as well. He is
also your mate, so you never have to do without sex
again. He has been fully trained to fuck human doggies,
so have no fear, he knows how to please you. Whenever
he wants you girl, you will fuck him. Do you
understand?"
I looked at Stan, Carletta, Buster and back at Stan. In
my wildest dreams I had never thought of ever fucking a
dog. I had assumed that eventually, Stan would want to
fuck me again and I was content to wait until then.
Bringing Buster home made me realise he never would
fuck me again. He belonged to Carletta now, he was her
legal husband after all, and her Master.
He had successfully turned me into his dog, and what
man would fuck his dog? Not when he had the gorgeous
Carletta to poke. I realigned myself to this and nodded
my head. Stan led Buster through the lounge room, into
the kitchen for a feed. Carletta followed, bending down
first to whisper in my ear, "don't worry, you can still
eat my pussy every day too." and then she disappeared.
Later that night, I was chained to the foot of the bed
as usual and Buster was brought in. I was on all fours
and he was brought over to 'meet' me, his new mate. He
was lead to my crotch and his nose stuck right up
between my legs. He gave a small lick, then suddenly I
felt his tongue disappear up my snatch. It felt
amazing, it had been so long since anyone had touched
me there, the fact this was dog's tongue didn't bother
me at all.
Suddenly, I realised how horny I had been all this
time. Buster explored every crevice and every inch of
my new wet pussy. His tongue would work its way from my
arsehole to my cunt, working right inside, deeper than
any man had ever been. God, but it felt good. I gave a
moan out of sheer joy. Suddenly, I felt Buster leap up
onto my back. I put my shoulders down and pushed my
arse up, so I was arched as much as possible. He
stabbed at me a few times, then I felt Stan's hand
guiding Buster's cock into me.
In no time at all Buster was thrusting into me like an
animal possessed. It was as if he had been denied sex
for as long as I had. He thrust, pushing my across the
floor, until the chain was stretches as far as it would
go. I could feel a pressure on my pussy lips and some
big lump explode passed them and into me. I felt as if
I had been plugged up, then I felt a whooshing of
liquid as though a tap had been turned on. I moaned
loudly, not caring who could hear me or that it was a
dog fucking me. It just felt so damn good! Buster
humped me hard and fast.
I came for the first time with a dog, which was
followed by two more cums. After 20 minutes or so,
which felt like an hour, he stopped. He slumped on top
of me and rested there for ages. I could feel the lump
inside me begin to shrink and he pulled his cock out of
me. Liquid spilled out as I flopped my head to the
floor. It had been amazing. Then I felt Buster's tongue
at me again as he cleaned me up. As he did this I cam
yet again, for the fourth time.
Later that night, Stan fucked Carletta wildly in bed,
in the doggy position. Buster who was beside me at the
foot of the bed, heard the sex sounds and could smell
their juices in the air. He got up and nosed my pussy,
pushing my legs apart with his snout. I got up into
position and he mounted me. It was like some crazy
orgy, with me moaning loudly to being fucked by a dog,
and Stan being driven crazy by the sounds of me,
fucking Carletta, making her scream in pleasure.
After they finished, they both laid there, listening to
me being fucked 4 more times that night by Buster. They
commented about how nice it was to hear their dog
having such a wonderful time with her new mate. Stan
said he couldn't wait to have a party, where his mates
all got to see his randy new dog fucking me, then they
could all have turns with me if they wanted. It seems I
wasn't to be completely free of human cock, just his.
They soon fell asleep, and Buster continued to fuck me
3 more times that night, but they slept soundly through
it.
It became my life to be at the beck and call of a randy
dog, 12 times a day and to also be used by Carletta
several times to pleasure her snatch. She never
pleasured mine, but that didn't matter, Buster did a
good enough job anyway.
Then at night, I would be chained to the bed and he
would lay beside me. Stan and Carletta would fuck away
while Buster fucked me, then they would lay there and
listen to him taking me again and again until they
slept. Saturday nights were reserved for his mates to
come around and watch me being fucked by Buster, then
they would all have a go at me.
On one of these occasions, when everyone was really
pissed, someone came up with an idea. He whispered it
to Stan who laughed and agreed. He went away and
brought back some chains and a gag. I was positioned on
all fours and my wrists were chained to the legs of the
couch. My ankles were then chained to the legs of two
chairs, which have been spread out and were sat on by
two of the bigger men, so I could not move. The gag was
put on me and locked on as usual. Then a vibrator was
produced. I was played with until I was moaning and
dripping juices everywhere.
Buster was brought over and allowed to taste me. I cam
quickly, then he was pulled away and a huge dildo was
shoved into my pussy. Buster was then allowed back. I
couldn't understand how he was supposed to fuck me. I
quickly found out. He had gotten really excited and
jumped up onto my back. I could feel his cock prodding
for its bitch's hole, but it kept bumping up against
the dildo. This would thrust it painfully into me and I
would groan. The men would laugh and continue watching.
This went on for several minutes, then I felt someone's
hand reach around and grab Buster's dick. Instead of
leading it away, it was pushed up against my arsehole.
I suddenly realised they wanted him to anally mate with
me. This had never happened. I had never taken a cock
that big up my arse before, and certainly not the knot.
I felt panic rise in me as the cock was thrust in hard
and fast by Buster. I felt a hot pain rush through me.
Buster has pushed his cock into me and was humping like
his usual wild self. I knew he wouldn't be happy until
that lump was in me. I turned to see Stan watching and
smiling. He could see the panic in my eyes and only
nodded as he stroked himself. He wanted me to be
knotted up the arse.
Buster continued to thrust widely. He was trying to
push his knot into me, but no matter how hard he tried,
I was just too small. The panic began to ease and I
found myself enjoying the feeling of Buster's big cock
in my arse. I relaxed and began to thrust back onto his
cock. The men all cheered as they saw me begin to enjoy
this and a hand reached around and began to stock my
clit.
I was being driven wild with lust. I began to buck back
in a frenzy of lust. I wanted that cock inside my arse
as far as it would go, then suddenly the knot pushed
into my small hole. I screamed into the gag as the pain
of my arse being ripped by that tennis-ball sized lump
invaded me, but I didn't care, I was in the throws of
ecstasy and couldn't stop even if I wanted to. Now the
knot was in Buster really let loose on me.
He humped me like there was no tomorrow and I humped
right on back. I was screaming again, but this time in
pleasure. The hand at my clit didn't stop and I was
having orgasm after orgasm. I felt the usual whoosh of
liquid spilling into my arse and then Buster when
still. I knew he had cum and all I had to do was wait
for the knot to shrink.
It wasn't much longer and Buster was off me. I thought
I would be released, but instead all the men lined up
to fuck me anally as well. I was in so much pain as
their cocks thrust into me. I cried and this seemed to
only make them randier. Here I was being brutally taken
up the arse by his mates, and Stan and Carletta just
stood by and watched, smiling.
It made Stan horny as hell to see this happen and I
knew Carletta would get some really hot fucking action
tonight. After all the men had finished and gone off to
do whatever, Carletta came up to me. I had been left
chained and gagged. She sat on the couch, positioning
herself so my head was between her legs. She stroked my
hair and looked at me smiling. In a very soft voice she
said. "You did well little doggy girl. You really
enjoyed feeling Buster's cock inside you arse, didn't
you little doggy?" I nodded slowly, feeling tiredness
wash over me.
"Good. Stan and I had discussion and we decided tonight
we leave that dildo in your pussy and Buster can have
his bitch up the arse every time he wants to fuck with
her. You should get used to this, because Stan, he
really like the way you fucked your doggy mate when
taken up there. Stan wants to see you taken that way
all the time. No more will Buster know his bitch's
little pussy. He will only know her arse and it won' t
take long to train him to always aim for that."
She smiled as she kept rubbing my head. "From now on,
that Buster's cock, is for me pussy. Only for you
arse."
I looked at her, knowing she meant to have my dog
Master for her lover too. She leaned down and kissed me
passionately on the lips and I felt myself sinking into
her kiss. I knew I could do nothing to change things. I
would have to get used to be Buster's arse fuck for the
rest of my life, and you know, the idea didn't really
upset me all that much.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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