XXX-Fiction

I met Stan at a Christmas party given by a friend. He had seemed nice, the quiet and unassuming type. We talked about the party, the movies we had seen recently, and chatting online, which we both seemed to enjoy. He told me he has a close friend in Spain whom he spoke with twice a week; they had been doing this for three years. That was a long time for an internet friendship, and it told me heaps about Stan’s commitment to people.

The party ended, and Stan came over to ask if I needed a lift home. I said no, but I would need a lift to a movie next Wednesday if he could join me. He smiled and said, delighted. We swapped phone numbers and then went our separate ways.

Stan had turned up on time and whisked me away to the latest release. Afterward, we grabbed a coffee and discussed a critical analysis of Roger De Lune’s works, the movie’s director. 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 following 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 realized 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, and desires were fulfilled in him. My joy would have been complete if only I had a child, but after three 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 exciting idea. He wanted to explore a new club in town. He had heard about it from a friend and tried to take me there. I agreed, so we ended up at Brimstone nightclub the following Saturday. As soon as I walked in, I realized 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 erotic poses. Stan seemed right at home, and I 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; 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 with a submissive woman in Spain. She was his submissive. She had fulfilled their 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 wish to 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 would do, but I felt 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 slapped 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 four-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 realized there was this part in me. I loved it. I gave up working to stay home, naked with a metal collar 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 padlock a gag in my mouth, so I could not talk all day. Once, he also put earplugs in me so I couldn’t hear as well. That was amazing. There is this experience that submissives 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. At first, I felt shame to do this, but I also enjoyed it. Stan gave me such praise and told me how much more he loved me because I could pleasure his friends, that I began to enjoy these times and even asked when he would bring his mates home again. It wasn’t long before he organized 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, 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 and 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 lunch in the dog bowl and then get down on all fours to eat it.

Stan loved to watch me do this on weekends. One day, he came up, telling me I wasn’t right, and 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 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 on the floor beside him.

He would have a beer in a can on the table next to him, lean over, and rub my head while watching the news. It was only natural when he started saying “good girl” to praise me, telling me what a good doggy I was. I have to admit. I 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 finalized. He had deliberately hired someone to pose as a celebrant, so 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 would marry his Spanish submissive, 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 it, 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 tall, 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 with lots of tinkly gold jewelry, and it was a deep, belly laugh when she laughed. As Stan shut the door, he grabbed her, squeezing her tits and kissing her passionately.

I felt jealous 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 realized 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 off her beautifully waxed mound. Her breasts were large and heavy and would bob when she walked, but her mound was what mesmerized me.

“What? Doggy? Do 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 nodded, long ago having given up the desire to speak outside of yaps. Carletta sat in a chair, spreading her luscious lips and fingering her clit. I began to whimper with the arousal building in my 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 as I had never known. It had been months since Stan had fucked me. He seemed uninterested 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 realized that Carletta was my mistress, but it made sense. She took over giving me my lunch during the week and 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 enthusiasm. 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, 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 a long time, not since before I come here to 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 Saturday finally rolled around. It was the early afternoon when Stan and Carletta arrived home from their outing. They brought a large German Shepherd, about two years old.

“Come here, girl, ” 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 your 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, and Buster and back at Stan. I had never thought of ever fucking a dog in my wildest dreams. 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 realize he would never 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.” Then she disappeared.

Later that night, as usual, I was chained to the foot of the bed, and Buster was brought in. I was on all fours, and he was brought over to ‘meet’ me, his new mate. He was led to my crotch, and his nose stuck right up between my legs. He gave a tiny 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 a dog’s tongue didn’t bother me at all.

Suddenly, I realized how horny I had been all this time. Buster explored every crevice and every inch of my new wet pussy. His tongue would work from my arsehole to my cunt, working right inside, deeper than any man had ever been. God, but it felt good. I moaned 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 me a few times. Then I felt Stan’s hand guiding Buster’s cock into me.

Buster was thrusting into me as an animal possessed in no time. It was as if he had been denied sex for as long as I had. He thrust, pushing me across the floor until the chain stretched as far as it would go. I could feel a pressure on my pussy lips, and some big lump exploded 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, followed by two more cums. After 20 minutes, 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 was amazing. Then I felt Buster’s tongue at me again as he cleaned me up. As he did this, I came again for the fourth time.

Later that night, Stan fucked Carletta wildly in bed in the doggy position. Buster, 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 lay there, listening to me being fucked four more times that night by Buster. They commented 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 three 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 twelve times a day and to 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 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 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 were spread out and sat on by two 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 came quickly, then he 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 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 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 realized they wanted him to mate with me anally. This had never happened. I had never taken a cock that big up my arse, 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 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 enjoyed 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 want 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 tiny hole. I screamed into the gag as the pain of my arse ripped by that tennis-ball-sized lump invaded me, but I didn’t care. I was in the throes of ecstasy and couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. Now the knot was in Buster let loose on me.

He humped me like there was no tomorrow, and I humped back. I was screaming again, but this time in pleasure. The hand on my clit didn’t stop, and I had orgasm after orgasm. I felt the usual whoosh of liquid spilling into my arse, and then Buster when still. I knew he had cum; 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 only to 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 to see this happen, and I knew Carletta would get some really hot 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 the well little doggy girl. Did you enjoy feeling Buster’s cock inside your arse, little doggy?” I nodded slowly, feeling tiredness wash over me.

“Good. Stan and I had a discussion and decided tonight we leave that dildo in your pussy, and Buster can have his bitch up the arse whenever he wants to fuck with her. You should get used to this because Stan likes how 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 my pussy. Only for your arse.”

I looked at her, knowing she meant to have my dog Master for her lover too. She leaned down and kissed me passionately, and I felt myself sinking into her kiss. I knew I could do nothing to change things. I would have to get used to being Buster’s arse fuck for the rest of my life, and you know, the idea didn’t upset me all that much.

 

The End.

 

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