When we rose in the morning we headed to the bathroom where we peed in the toilet, not on each other, before we showered together. Again, Sandy showed herself to be a giving person, tending to me—placing me ahead of herself. I was learning a lot, a hell of a lot from this woman.
After the shower she led me back to her bed. We kissed, something I had rarely done with Victoria, and held each other. “Uh, Sandy, I didn’t use a condom.” She shushed me, telling me, “I’m on the pill, you silly boy, but having your child has a certain appeal. Maybe someday….”
I kissed her harder then and hugged her, crushing her breasts before she pushed me away. “I read about you in one of my management classes. I thought you were incredible then. And now I’m actually working for you. It’s hard to believe.”
“Yes, and now it’s even better—I’m here in your bed, naked, with a rock hard cock. God—what you do to me.”
“I know what I am, Morty—do you mind if I call you that? It’s so much cuter than Mortimer.” I smiled so she continued, “I’m not beautiful or sexy looking. My boobs don’t match and my skin has acne. I need to be outgoing and giving—I loved giving it to you last night. It was the best ever. You’re such a great lover.”
I tried to live up to that billing over the next hour, eating her delicious juicy pussy to four or five orgasms—I lost count somewhere. I moved her onto her hands and knees before entering her from behind, fucking her like a dog. Sandy moved back as I moved forward driving my cock deep into her cunt. I’d always wanted this, but, of course, Victoria had refused every time. Now with Sandy I was living a big part of my dream. I pulled out and came all over her back—she asked me to rub it in. I was happy to oblige. When we were done I kissed her and told her I had to go home, but I would return to take her to dinner.
I had been working with my new pet for more than a month and her training had progressed beautifully. As a dog she could not speak; I required her to “woof.” One meant yes; two meant no. I had also bought her several pairs of industrial strength knee pads. She reared onto those pads when I appeared in the basement. Was she happy to see me? I had to take her outside to relieve herself. There was the toilet but that was for emergencies only. I leashed her and led her to the back yard. The yard was more than an acre and completely fenced with a high concrete wall. My nearest neighbor was more than a quarter mile away. I had installed a large eye bolt into almost 200 pounds of concrete at ground level, adding a twenty foot long steel cable to use as a dog run. I clipped Vickie’s collar to the cable and let her free.
I did this with her on most good weather days, just as I would with a real dog. I had also built her a dog house that would protect her from the weather if it started to rain. She ran on all fours to a section of the lawn, squatted and moved her bowels, just like a real dog. She returned to me and I petted her head. “Did you miss me last night?”
“Woof.”
“Did the feeder give you enough for your dinner?” I had installed an automatic feeder for situations like this.
“Woof.”
“Did you need to use the toilet?”
“Woof, woof.”
“What a good puppy you are becoming. I think I may have a nice surprise for you, but not yet. I need to see how things go. I met a girl at work—your replacement, actually—and spent the night with her. It was really nice. I got to sleep in her bed, not in a dog cage. Incidentally, our divorce came through yesterday.” She lowered her head and frowned. “Don’t do that, puppy. You had your chance and you blew it. Bad enough fucking some other man, but bringing him home and making me watch was too much. It would have been much better if you had let me fuck you, but that’s ancient history now, isn’t it?
“Woof,” she said sadly. I left her there while I attended to some chores in the house. I brought Vickie back to her cage and fed her, petted her head, and left. Sandy was waiting for me dressed for a fancy dinner. “Wow,” I told her, “now I’ll have to take you someplace special.” I took her to Le Cirque.
I dated Sandy heavily for several months when she asked me, “Morty, why haven’t you ever taken me to your house? I know you have a really nice one. Is there something wrong?”
“No,” I replied, “everything is wonderful. I just had to be sure that I could trust you. C’mon, now’s as good a time as any. I drove her to my house and we went straight to the basement. “Sandy, meet my pet—my former wife Victoria, now my puppy Vickie.” She looked at Victoria, turned to me, and laughed. She laughed and laughed. “So this is what happened to the famous bitch everyone hates at work. Morty, this is so precious. Can I take her for a walk?”
I opened the kennel and Vickie came out. I hooked the leash to her collar and up the exterior steps we went to the back yard. Sandy walked Vickie around the yard twice. I could see her talking to Vickie but all Vickie returned was an occasional woof. I locked her to the cable and Sandy and I went inside to fuck. I threw her onto my bed—she noticed the chains on the ceiling immediately. “What’s this, Morty?” I explained how Victoria liked to play with me—how she tortured me, made me sleep in a dog cage, and worse, about her insidious point system for fucking. I told her how her abuse of my body would bring her so many orgasms. Sandy was really pensive as I explained all of this.
“Why would you let her do this to you? Are you a masochist?”
“No, I’m not. Part of it had to do with trying to fuck her, but mostly it happened because I’m pretty submissive.”
“Really?” she asked. “Would you submit to me? I wouldn’t torture you, but I would punish you if you misbehaved or were disobedient. You must have a cock cage here. I’m sure she controlled your orgasms.”
I couldn’t believe where this conversation was going and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to be submissive to a woman after the problems I’d had with Victoria. “I like you, Sandy—a lot, but I had such a negative experience with Victoria I don’t know if I could ever serve a woman again, at least not like I served Victoria. I’m just not all that trusting.”
“That’s OK, Morty, I understand; it was just a thought. I’m having a lot of fun with you as things are.” We began to kiss as our clothing found its way to the floor. When we were completely naked we groped each other fervently. We couldn’t get enough of each other. She pushed me onto my back, taking my cock into one hand, my balls into the other. “I could hurt you, Morty. I could squeeze these things really hard, but I know you trust me and you know I’d never hurt you. All I want is to give you incredible pleasure and that’s what I’m going to do. She began to squeeze my balls and as she did she stroked my cock firmly and slowly. My balls began to react; they were hurting now as Sandy began to stroke me faster. She was right—the feeling was incredible. When she squeezed hard the pain caused me to erupt, shooting rope after rope of white cum more than three feet into the air.
“Did you like that, Morty?” I nodded. “That’s what I thought. I think your experiences with Victoria have conditioned you to associate your pleasure with pain—you’ve become a pain slut. You need it, maybe not every time, but you definitely want to be hurt.”
“Yes, you’re right; that was the best orgasm I’ve had in months. How did you know?”
“Just a guess, just as I think you’d benefit tremendously from being in chastity. Cumming once a week or less would make the experience much more intense and much more pleasurable for you. You’ve been conditioned that way, too, I expect.”
“So, what should I do?”
“Well, I already offered to dominate you, but you’re not ready so I think you should do nothing until you’re ready. That day may never come and if it doesn’t it won’t kill me. I’m not the kind of domme who must control. I’d like and enjoy it but I’ll be happy just being with you.”
I was feeling guilty about the fantastic orgasm I’d had while she had nothing. “Can I take care of you?” She shook her head, telling me “later.” She lay down, her head on my shoulder. I told her of my plan for Vickie. She chuckled and suggested Friday so we could do it all weekend long if we wanted. That meant I would have some work to do before then.
Rex, Sandra’s Doberman was a well trained and behaved dog. He had been told to “Sit’ and “Stay” at the top of the cellar stairs and that’s where he was when we left the bedroom. Sandy told him to stand and I took a measurement. The three of us went to my workshop where I made some drawings for Sandy to review. She made a few suggestions and I calculated what lumber I would need. I started the project Sunday morning. By Thursday night it was done. I moved it out to the back yard, covered it with a tarp, and went to bed.
I hadn’t seen Sandy all week, but we had plans to get together Friday evening. She went to her condo to pick up Rex and I went home to plan for the fun and to organize our cook out. I got Vickie from her kennel just as Sandy arrived. I showed her the apparatus and moved her onto it. It was a padded wedge with the high end for her knees and hips and the low end for her head. It was placed on a wide piece of plywood which held several eye bolts for securing her wrists and ankles. I put her into it, tied off her leash to keep her head still and secured her wrists and ankles. The placement of her ankles opened her pussy and ass for assault. Rex approached her warily, sniffing her pussy as Vicki woofed twice, telling me “no.” I replied, “Relax and enjoy it; it’s probably the only sex you’ll ever get.”
Rex licked Vickie’s cunt making it wet and hot. His rough tongue stimulated Vickie to her first orgasm. It didn’t take very long. Now we were ready for the main event. Sandy pulled Rex away while I put the booties she had made onto his front paws. These were leather socks for lack of a better term which would cover his front paws while he fucked Vickie. Without them his claws could seriously cut and damage her. We both wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for both of them.
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