RSPCA Supporter
By Anonymous.
Please support your local RSPCA (SPCA in the USA).
My widowed father died when I was twenty-eight, a year ago now. They left me their city townhouse and the general estate. It gave me a vehicle with amazing chattels and a posh place to stay that summer. This meant I didn’t have to go out and find work immediately after leaving graduate school. My elder brother received the parents’ investment portfolio while selling their main country home covered most of the state’s probate costs. Although not a close family, these were sad times. Nevertheless, these unexpected family gifts are gratefully appreciated.
I moved into the Boston townhouse, not knowing whether it was right for me. After spending a few weeks alone in the large dwelling, I felt strange, lonely, and sometimes frightened by my new environment. The place was so large that it had an echo that caused many strange sounds, especially at night. I decided to stay on and see if my feelings improved over the coming summer months.
One morning, after another sleepless night, I went to the local RSPCA kennel to see about getting a watchdog for security and, hopefully, a bit of companionship. I knew it was a risk if I decided to sell the house in the autumn, but I decided to do it anyway.
The pound staff showed me several dogs they thought could suit my needs. One of these was a young male Rottweiler. I believe he was 15 months old. He appeared a bit large but very friendly and seemed to really like me. I knew I was healthy, just unfit, being many pounds overweight after years of sitting exams, writing reports, and writing a thesis.
Honestly, I am not too inclined to be physically active in the first place. When I was told about the dog’s playful and energetic exercise requirements, I doubted whether I would have the staying power. Another problem was the dog didn’t seem to bark. Nevertheless, it was beautiful, and at the same time, it seemed very affectionate and healthy. They told me that it was an older man who had brought in the dog. The owner claimed he couldn’t take care of him anymore because of his failing health.
Regardless of my initial fears, I thought this dog might be right for me. Although it was certainly big enough to scare anybody away, Brutus was friendly towards me.
Also, the staff told me that smart dogs like Rottweilers will adjust the bond, I think they said, to the nature and behavior of their owners. You know, he could be taught to be lazy just like me. I asked why they were so anxious to sell him. Their quick answer was that he had been in the pound for only 9 days, and he still needed to be institutionalized. His personality had not yet suffered from losing his previous owner, and lastly, it is always good for a dog, especially a happy one, to get placed as quickly as possible.
That did it, two orphans living together, I thought. I wrote a check out for Brutus as he was called and took him straight to the recommended vet to get him checked out. He was found to be in great shape, so I asked how to care for him and was given lots of instructional materials along with some coaching tips. One parting advice was to consider neutering him because he had grown as large as he was expected to get. I immediately disliked the vet. I could not understand why anyone would want to damage such a beautiful, healthy dog.
I took him home and let him explore his new home, room by room, even the basement, which I had yet to explore. I put down his old mat from the pound and a new water bowl in a suitable place in the kitchen, and he seemed to understand that was his place. After reading all the material over the day, I talked at great lengths to get him used to my voice. Secondly, I gave him a bath, which the pound staff said needed to be made into a ritual in our bonding training. The vet also said that having a physical relationship with him was important if he would bond with me. Therefore, I understood there would be lots of talking, walking, and patting, all done to reinforce friendliness.
At first, Brutus was unsure about the bathwater routine but accepted my attention. I administered the suggested Johnson’s Baby shampoo and washed the dog head to toe. I became apprehensive after a while when I noticed that as I washed near his genitals, he would start to prance in place. He was sensitive about me touching him there. Within a few seconds, his sheath became firm and stretched, causing his penis tip to emerge from its pocket. I was fascinated by his red cocks beveled pointed shape.
As I had only limited experience with any male reproductive organs, this one appeared quite different, actually exciting for some reason. I had messed around with boys before, yet this penis was intriguingly different. So, feeling secure in my house and curious, I touched him again. He immediately wined and swung his head around to lick my hand.
I watched as his penis became much firmer until its tip poked out still further. It made me anxious, so I assumed I had left his comfort point and stopped. After rinsing and drying Brutus, I pondered about the experience and realized the sexuality of the bath routine had made a sizable impression on me.
I initially believed I would experience a simple pet-owner relationship, but now I was still determining. I realized Brutus was a living being with feelings and emotions and would respond to my actions. I must admit that today was full of new experiences and ideas.
Later, I went upstairs and took a late afternoon shower to clean up. I ended up stretched out on top of the bed covers reading, as I had become accustomed to doing before suppertime. Ah, life was such a difficult task. I opened my novel to read for a bit. After all those years of textbooks, reference papers, and research, I have enjoyed light reading. However, I could not concentrate.
After reading the same paragraph three times, I understood I needed to think through my day’s experience with my new dog. The vet hadn’t said anything about Brutus’ reaction to my bathing him. I was confused yet intrigued by my new knowledge. I was also excited and decided to try bathing Brutus again the next day. After satisfying that, I kept my word to the vet that I would make a special effort to bond with my new pet, and I could return to my book.
I quickly learned I was not used to taking 3-mile walks each morning to keep him fit. It exhausted me, I might add. After our morning walkies, I bathed him as before. Sure enough, Brutus was just as firm and exposed as yesterday.
Instead of stopping as before, I touched him directly and once more received his dance and licking reaction. With the surprise now gone, I decided to grasp his penis directly, which I found was warm and smooth to the touch and exciting. He continued to lick my hand, and I continued to grasp and gently squeeze him. This routine continued for the next few days of baths until I was assured that he was as trusting in me as I was with him. Also, by this time, by gently squeezing his penis, I had enticed him to have a full erection.
I took this response as acceptance of our mutual behavior. I had been on the Internet exploring dog autonomy, physiology, and behavior, realizing that I was, in effect, masturbating my dog. Nothing was said about this being abusive in the literature either, so we continued. Our walkies improved each day, and a slow spell of masturbation became the order of the day. We both seemed to enjoy these activities, so we were bonding. I knew I was feeling better physically and emotionally with these new interests and exercises.
Our routine continued for about a month, with each of us becoming more trusting of the other. When I bathed and then relaxed on the bed reading, it was common for Brutus to join me in my room. At one of these times, I was having my period and wearing a tampon. Its insertion created curiosity in Brutus, who kept trying to investigate my anatomy’s oddities.
Finally, I shooed him out of my room and did not allow him back in until I returned to dry days again. I had become proficient at exercising and bonding with Brutus. Hence, I knew I could go back to my vet on our next check-up saying truthfully that I was keeping my dog physically and emotionally healthy. I also felt good and lost 7 pounds during this time. There were lots of conversations, exercising and emotional pats with Brutus. I was rather proud of never having been responsible for a pet.
One afternoon, while I was lying in bed reading, I noticed a mild cramp in my lower abdomen, which tells me that I am ovulating as usual. This is a short half-hour episode and not anything other than evidence of my monthly reproductive cycle. I used a hot water bottle and thought nothing of it. However, that was not the case with Brutus, who was sensing the release of my pheromones.
The next thing I knew, he was up on my bed, his head busily exploring under my towel. He was interested in sniffing between my legs.
Angry at the surprise, I went to push him away, but he was too persistent. He firmly shoved his nose between my legs again and then casually flicked his tongue straight inside my vagina. WOW, what a sensation! His tongue’s unexpected penetration gave me a real jolt. There was no warning, just a zap, and his tongue was moving inside me. I was not frightened, just stunned and confused.
Physically, his tongue felt strange, being inside me, but not at all unpleasant. Emotionally, it was an unexpected and surprisingly stimulating sensation. As I unsuccessfully tried to shoo him away, my fears quickly ceased to be a concern. I realized he was only doing his dog thing once more. It was no different from one of our park experiences, where he first sniffed and then licked the same piece of female dog anatomy, which got him a sharp nip on his hindquarters for his unwanted attention. I apologized to the female dog’s owner for our rudeness.
She laughed and said, “Dogs are like that; next time, you will be surprised when she appreciates his affections more. You would think she would be more receptive like humans, wouldn’t you?”
I then knew he was simply masturbating me to test my receptiveness because I was in season, in heat, I believe it’s called. He was not hurting me just exploring me to see if I could be a suitable mate. I now realized I was safe. It was a new experience, and I remained anxious, yet after all my reading only curious. When he got no further rebuke, he started licking me more vigorously.
I was surprised by his dedication and, more impressively, my ready acceptance of his pointed attention. I knew I could stop him by simply turning over, yet I was not being threatened, so I remained still. I let him have his way with me; how prosaic. Within a relatively short period, he gave me the nicest and slowest orgasm. It was so protracted I was amazed. I hadn’t had one like this in a long time, so I relaxed and let it seep through me. It was a new, experienced pleasure.
Both of us satisfied by the experience, I shifted around to place my hips over the edge of the bed so my feet were flat on the floor, hoping to encourage more attention. My legs were now spread, and my vagina opened to invite the dog. It kept the dog’s attention, so I grabbed its head as he brought me to another resounding orgasm, a second within minutes.
I was lying back, reveling in my feelings, when I realized he had again jumped up on the bed with his front paws on each side of my breasts and his hind feet on the floor. He quickly tried to mount me in this position. We were both a bit clumsy as he attempted to align our bits to insert his erection into my vagina better. I was thrilled when I felt his cock’s tip effortlessly slip inside my open vagina seconds later. I was amazed that this could happen so easily. It was gentle, quiet, smooth, and pleasantly comfortable.
I was receptive to his licking, so he simply decided to mount me, not realizing that I was not a canine. I immediately thought about the vet’s comments that I needed to make a genuine and concerted effort to bond with the dog physically. Well, now I was sure that we had bonded. A thought did come to me right then as to who exactly the pet was. Our interspecies relationship was immediately real and accepted by both of us.
After he had the tip better aligned, he smoothly slipped the rest of his penis inside me. He was filling my vagina with a penis larger than anything else I had experienced. Nevertheless, his penis fitted fully and very comfortably inside me. It felt like we were measured to fit together. It also felt so good inside me that he caused me to start immediately to move in concert with his thrusts. Within seconds, I felt him slide a larger bulge inside me. I realized it was his knot, which was explained in the reading I had done. Several seconds later, I sensed this bulge begin to swell.
I recognized that Brutus was attempting to inseminate me. I also understood that he was trying to tie with me so he could ejaculate more easily. My sexual education was now being taught to me by way of experimentation instead of the usual theory. I realized he was going to put his semen inside me. In the real sense of the word, I understood my pet was fertilizing me. I enjoyed being purposely bred for the first time in my life. I was almost remorseful for being inadequate to his genuine efforts to reproduce with me.
I let myself moan for the first time as I orgasmed deeply once more. Brutus stopped moving once the dog was fully inside me. I knew this should happen because it indicated he was ready to ejaculate. He pushed his swollen penis firmly inside me, pinning me behind to the edge of the bed. We stayed like this for minutes waiting. At last, I felt his warm semen squirt inside me, coating my vagina’s surfaces.
Never before had I felt anything as nice as his warm semen being continuously squirted inside my vagina. I was weeping with emotion as I convulsed into a sense of emotional and physical satisfaction. Novels tell you this emotional state happens, but I have never experienced it. I am sure it was his first sexual experience. I immediately hoped he was satisfied with me.
He squirted inside me continually, then, after a short period, the bulge in his cock relaxed, allowing him to slip out of me as easily as he went in. This caused a mixture of his semen and my fluids to weep out of my vagina and all over my ass and onto my sheets. He turned to lick my vaginal area until I was clean, but not before he had given me an orgasm once again. I was so exhausted I just remained on my back, still leaking our fluids onto the bedsheets.
After all the time I had spent masturbating Brutus, I was now receiving a receptacle treatment. Except for his hand licking, I was being given the first physical stimulus Brutus had offered in return. His attention strangely gratified me.
Until now, the only thing inside my vagina besides my fingers was a dildo I had recently bought this summer. I wondered why his warm cock felt so deliciously different. I learned instantly that having a dog’s penis first enter you and then be held inside your vagina feels very nice.
Still exhausted, I rolled over with my vagina, able to drain off the bed, and simply napped, waking up to his tongue lapping into my open vagina once more. Of course, this time, I just spread my legs, letting him have his way with me once more. He tongued me to a stunning orgasm before he started pushing his nose against my behind. I figured out he was trying to get me to turn over, so I got off the bed. I now squatted on the floor on my hands and knees to offer a more normal canine mating posture.
He mounted me as soon as I was settled. I felt his penis probing between my anus and vagina, so I gently guided him into my vagina. He was mating me like I was a female dog, making my vagina warm and super sensitive. My lust overcame me and was encouraging him, which he was doing magnificently without my help anyway. It only took a few minutes before my fluids were once more weeping out of me.
Finally, I felt his bulge swelling. When it was fully inflated, I pretended to myself, and perhaps to Brutus, that I was tied to him. I knew this was a bit of fantasy since I had learned that a women’s vagina was larger than those of female canines.
He tried to turn so we were facing in different directions. It was just like I was a female dog, so I scooted down, hoping we would remain attached well enough to each other so he would not pop out of me. This made it easier for him to lift his leg over my behind. We managed it, and we were ‘locked’ together just like we were dog and bitch in heat, as depicted in the literature I’ve been reading in detail. I couldn’t help myself and started moving my ass to hasten him to squirt.
I was stunned when I thought about what had just happened. I thought about how quickly I had accepted the dog’s semen inside me and how I became so emotionally satisfied. I also thought about the simple circumstances that caused this overwhelming experience. It was so easy and pleasant that I was sure that other pairs of dogs and their human mates would have experienced the same outcome. I was immediately perplexed with just how normal this all seemed.
As before, after waiting several minutes, he started squirting his warm sperm inside me. There was so much of his semen that I thought I would leak for hours. I was happy he could ejaculate in such amounts, stimulating warm, pleasant feelings in my belly. I couldn’t remember sensing such warmth from a man’s ejaculate. It made my vagina contract in spasmodic rhythms. We stayed like this briefly before he stepped forward and pulled out.
There was so much semen in my vagina; it ran out all over the floor and me. My body was so tired that I lowered my head to my hands and rested before crawling back onto the wet bed to sleep. I was physically and emotionally exhausted.
It was several hours and dark when I finally awoke. I was initially unsure about the afternoon’s event, but the soreness in my abdomen and hips quickly confirmed my body’s new experience. Moments later, I was aware that I saw the experience as solely positive and surprisingly appropriate for my pet and me to have let it happen. That in itself was a real turn in my sense of self-awareness. I felt satisfied and normal and realized I had moved on to a different plane of consciousness. I had never been so self-reflective before. I was in shock that I was so happy.
*****
As you can read, I am very happy and content with becoming my gentle dog’s sexual partner. I think it is because he gives me such basal feelings unlike any I had ever experienced. In private, I have decided to submit whenever he wants me. I am lucky because he is one horny dog who needs little encouragement.
The humorous aspect of this situation is that Brutus is not socialized adept at privacy issues and has made several attempts to mate with me in public. These events are very anxious, generating periods for me, but they are bemusing to Brutus. I have become very good at improvising countermeasures to keep us happy. He has certainly changed my sexuality for the better.
*****
I have had Brutus for three months, and we returned to the vet for our scheduled follow-up check-up. I must admit we have screwed so often that I’ve already lost twenty-one pounds. My vet previously told me to keep my dog healthy, and Brutus and I are certainly that. I am fitter than ever before. During our check-up, he commented first on my weight loss and improved fitness, along with unexpected news about how Brutus’ testicles had enlarged. Concerned, I asked if this was a problem.
“Of course not. It just means that Brutus was receiving enough sexual stimulation to enhance his gonads,” he said.
I think the vet was slyly saying that our exercises together were good for us. He carefully suggested that I might have Brutus’ dewclaws removed while he was still young. He said it reduces the female’s discomfort from being scratched when he is servicing her. Brutus is now clawless. However, I wear the red marks on my ribcage with pride. Hence, two anatomical changes have happened to both of us. Brutus lost his dewclaws, and I have scratch marks. Second, he has larger testicles, and I have a noticeably enlarged and, I think, beautifully distended vagina.
The vet also asked if I would consider putting Brutus out to stud since he was such a handsome dog. I told him no because I had no pedigree papers for him. But the vet knew that was not the real reason. Questioning me further, he looked up, so I told him I would be too jealous. My pretense was gone at that point. The vet smiled, acknowledging my deviant behavior, and confirmed that I was a good dog owner and that Brutus was well and truly bonded with me. I thanked him and told him that I had also bonded with Brutus.
He grinned knowingly and opened the door, saying, “The bonding is mutually beneficial. See you two in six months.”
*****
I must have turned many shades red after leaving the vet’s office. I was so horny from the sly conversation with the vet that I was moist enough to wet my knickers. I felt both anxious and horny at the same time. I was anxious about what I had disclosed and horny wanting to celebrate our successful bonding.
We walked the six blocks back to the house as quickly as possible. When we arrived, I was hot, sweaty, and wanton and could not undress in the hallway quickly enough. Clothes and I dropped on the rug. Brutus understood my need perfectly and mounted me immediately, and with his well-practiced aim and my now permanently opened vagina, he was able to enter me straight away. I moaned and relaxed as our parts now fit comfortably together.
After stroking me to a warm, wet orgasm, I was shocked to look back and see the front door was still open and my brother, wife, and niece presently stepping through the doorway. I sensed the release of his semen at the same moment. It was too late to hide as Brutus held me tightly. Brutus would always hold me until we were fully orgasmic. The feelings were so fulfilling that I ignored our audience.
They were gone when I was finally conscious of my circumstances and looked back to see our audience.
Oh well!
The End.
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