Once the booties were in place we led Rex back to his bitch. Vickie was still going “woof woof,” but I ignored her. We lifted Rex’s front paws to help him mount Vickie. I figured we would only have to do this once as he would recognize his bitch in the future and mate with her. Rex was excited; I could see his huge red cock slide from its sheath as he thrust madly. He made several wild misses before he hit home. Vickie reacted with a huge groan, even forgetting her training and speaking, “it’s too big; it’s too big. Please, don’t…ohhhhh, fuck!” I smacked her with my hand, reminding her, “You’re a dog.”
“Woof,” was her response. Watching Rex pound her pussy made Sandy and me really horny. I pushed her onto the picnic table and ripped her panties from her body. I had just entered her steaming cunt when I heard Vickie scream; Rex had knotted her, sealing his cum into her cunt. He remained fairly still until he began a series of extremely quick short strokes. I’ve never seen any animal fuck like a dog, moving almost as fast as the eye can see. He was hammering Vickie’s cunt until he came—her cunt was flooded with his sperm, so much so that a great deal of it leaked out in spite of the knot. Vickie was groaning like I’d never heard her. She was an orgasmic wreck.
As Rex and Vickie waited for the knot to subside Sandy and I were just getting into it. I couldn’t remember ever being so long or hard, that’s how turned on I was. Sandy had her hands behind my neck as we moved together faster and faster, her legs wrapped around my waist. Looking into her eyes I could see the need—dreadful powerful need, the same need I was feeling. Our bodies met in a violent thrashing as we both came—hard! We moved together again and again and every time I blew my hot white semen deep into her, bathing her womb in my baby making cream. We were covered in sweat when we broke apart. Rex came to us a minute later. I hastened to Vickie and removed her restraints. “Get over there and clean his cock, puppy. Do it now and I’ll let you fuck him again.” Vicki scuttled to Rex, stroked his sheath, and licked and sucked his cock clean of her juices and his remaining cum. I fastened Vickie’s lead to the dog run. As she lay on the cool grass to rest, Rex walked over to her and licked his cum from her pussy.
I got the grill going, kissed Sandy, and went to speak with Vickie. “Did you like that, puppy?”
“WOOF!”
I’m glad. Even you can use some sex once in a while. With those paws you can’t even masturbate, can you?”
“Woof, woof.” Well, I think Rex likes you so I’m pretty sure he’ll try again. Did the wedge help you handle him?”
“Woof.”
“Good, now I have to fix our dinner. If you promise to be good I’ll remove your paws so you can use your hands to eat. Would you like that?” Her response surprised me, “Woof, woof.”
I fixed the burgers—six of them including two for Rex and one for Vickie. I broke them up and put them in dog bowls. Rex pushed his bowl to Vickie when she had finished hers. Rex let Vickie eat from his bowl—how interesting. I guess males will follow their cocks anywhere. Rex started sniffing Vickie’s cunt a few minutes later; Vickie rose to all fours, her head on the grass to encourage him. He needed no help coupling with her this time. His thrusts pushed Vickie all over the lawn as she moaned and groaned in her rapture. “Looks like two sets of lovers,” Sandy said to me as she ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me.
That night as I put Vickie back into her kennel Rex was pacing outside impatiently. Vickie put her face to the bars and whined, “woooof.”
“Are you trying to tell me something, puppy?”
“Woof.”
“Would you like company tonight? Is that it?”
“Woof!” I opened the door and Rex ran in, kissing Vickie’s face. She smiled and woofed several times as she led Rex to her doggie bed. They lay down together as Vickie encircled Rex with her arms. I was actually touched.
I went upstairs, showered again with Sandy and climbed into bed naked. She was about to kiss me when I stopped her. I held up one of the wrist restraints; she knew immediately what I wanted. She buckled the restraints around my wrists and pulled them tight. “We can do this every night if you want—this and more. Trust me, Morty, I’ll never torture you. I’m not sadistic; I just like control. I’d love to have a relationship where you let me control you, but, as I said, it won’t kill me if I don’t. Just being with you is enough for me.”
“Thank you,” was all I meant to say but from somewhere came, “Mistress.” Sandy smiled at that, stroked my cheek and proceeded to have her way with me. She left me bound all night and—yes—she had her way with me several times, even after Saturday morning had arrived. Sandy was a mess the following morning and I was even worse—we were sweaty and covered in cum. “Thank you, Mistress,” I told her, “that was wonderful.”
“Just a sign of things to come, my slave.” Somehow those words coming from her sounded soothing rather than threatening. We went to the basement to find Rex knotted to Vickie again. She was ecstatic and I noticed a huge puddle of cum in the kennel. Apparently we weren’t the only lovers last night.
I continued to see Sandy every weekend and a few months later she and Rex moved in with me and Vickie. I used a chain to secure Vickie to a floor support instead of restricting her to the kennel. She could get in to use the bed or get a drink/use the toilet, but she had much more room to romp with Rex.
I allowed Sandy more control over me with each week. She did chain me and paddle me on a few occasions, but only when I needed discipline. Afterwards she soothed my aching ass, showing her love for me. She had bound my cock and balls on occasion, but only when she wanted to fuck me for more than an hour. She always allowed me to cum when she was done. She was patient, apparently knowing I was hers, so she never pushed—she waited until I was ready.
I knew I would be her full-time slave when I presented the stainless steel cock cage to her. She placed it on me and turned the screws tight, kissing me when she was done and whispering, “Thank you, my wonderful slave,” in my ear . She never asked where the spare key could be found—she knew I had it hidden in case I needed it. I never did.
I asked Sandy to marry me after we had been together for a year and I had been her 24/7 slave for more than four months. We’re still together four years later and she’s still my mistress. I wear my cock cage every day, but I know I will get at least one orgasm every two weeks. I can live with that. She was right about chastity, too. My orgasms when released are nothing less than incredible. A few weeks ago Sandy informed me I was to be a dad. On that occasion she presented me with a stainless steel slave collar. I wear it proudly.
I have some ideas for a Part 2. Any interest?
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