Linda Part II – Becoming Sire’s Bitch

*** This is the second installment in a continuing saga. I recommend you go back and read “Linda Part I Beginnings” or the context of the story may be lost to you.

Last night, Linda had succumbed to my ‘trickery’ and had allowed herself to be mounted and thoroughly fucked by Sire, our Juvenile Golden Retriever. She had said she liked it and depending on how guilty she felt afterward would determine whether she would allow it to occur again. I was determined to not let a silly thing like guilt stand in the way of us opening up our sexual horizons.

Linda was naturally submissive. As I mentioned in Part I she had fantasies of being tied up and used sexually, but would never agree to sex with outsiders. We had role-played what we called Master/pet many times and we both liked it. I had tried on several occasions to get her to submit formally and become my slave-slut bitch 24/7. Her Leo rising sign wouldn’t permit her to be controlled that way. Yet, I did have an extreme influence on her in a Dom/sub way. All I had to do was tell her ‘the Master was coming for a visit’ and she would immediately change into a bustier and stockings and assume a submissive posture. When I said ‘we were going to have a ‘training’ session’ she knew a period of intense sexual activity was about to ensue, she knew it would also include bondage and some light discipline. Linda had come to enjoy being paddled, as well. She would lay across my lap and I would spank her bare ass until it glowed cherry red. Then she would spread her legs and I would spank her pussy, ever so lightly. Her pussy lips would engorge to almost bursting and she would start to have some incredible orgasms. She loved the spankings. She knew and trusted that if I got too heavy-handed she could use the ‘safe’ word I had taught her and I would stop. She had never used the safe word though.

Saturday morning I arose about 6:30 as usual (the curse of getting older you can’t sleep in). I had my usual pot of coffee and about 8:30 I heard Linda stirring in the bedroom. I turned on her teapot and made her tea. I took it to her in the bedroom. She was in her robe and making the bed when I got in there. She greeted me, a thoroughly satisfied look on her face. It appeared no guilt yet. I pecked her on the lips “good morning,” and gave her the tea, then turned to leave the room. At the door I turned to face her and spoke. “The Master will train you this morning, prepare.” Linda smiled, then immediately assumed a submissive role, lowering her eyes and replying “Yes Master.” I left the room.

A few minutes later Linda came into the living room where I was sitting. She had on a green bustier and matching garterbelt and stockings. I had told her this shade of green really went well with her blond hair and blue-green eyes, so it had become her favorite. She placed her tea on the end table and then knelt before me, lowering her eyes in a respectful manner, and asked, “What does my Master require of his slutty bitch?” I told her to finish her tea and we would start in a moment. She quickly finished her tea and upon returning from the kitchen after taking her used cup there, knelt in front of my chair. “I await my Masters direction.”

“Service my cock, slut,” I ordered.

Dutifully, Linda parted the panels of my robe, lowered my boxers and began to give me one of her awesome blowjobs. Linda had not, as yet, learned to deep throat, but she made up for it in her own way As she sucked, I began to unfold for her my “training” plan for the morning. “This morning, you will train with Sire. From now till noon. Go let him in and return to the living room, both of you.” Linda looked up, a hint of lust in her eyes and replied “Yes Master”. . Like I said, though I couldn’t get her to submit to me formally, she enjoyed role-playing Master/pet.

Linda and Sire returned to the living room moments later.

Linda walked into the room Sire nuzzling her cute butt from behind. She had an annoyed look on her face, but when his long hot tongue would occasionally slip between her legs and caress he steadily bloating lips, she would shiver.

“What would my Master require?”

“Get on your hands and knees in submission to him.”

Linda quickly assumed the position. Sire wasted no time in taking up position behind her and his long tongue went to work slavering her pussy. After just a moment Linda was cooing her lust to him. “Good boy. Good dog. Lick mommy’s pussy good boy.”

Then Sire snaked his tongue in Linda’s cunt to draw out her lusty juices causing Linda to shudder in the first of what would be many powerful orgasms.

“OH, FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR TONGUE.

“EAT ME GOOD BOY.

“GOBBLE ME UP.

“OH YOU’RE MAKING ME CUM LOVER.”

Linda was totally lost in her lust. Between her shouts of ecstasy she was moaning lustily “MMMMMMMMM”. Her hips were rotating back to meet his parrying tongue. I walked over to Sire and petted him softly and spoke gently to him. “Good boy, lick. Lick Sire Good boy,” I wanted him to associate the word lick with eating pussy, so eventually he would accept it as a command.

Sire’s cock was emerging from its sheath and had already started to drip its pre-cum. It was a steady drip, drip, drip. It would throb up and hit his belly every so often. I felt that after the night before he needed no help in mounting Linda and that it would be just a moment until he did.

He continued his ministrations with his tongue for several more minutes, bringing Linda to three more shattering orgasms. Then he backed off a couple feet, like he was eyeing her proffered ass for the best angle of attack. Then he moved in.

Linda’s knees were about 3-4 inches apart, but her feet were fanned out pretty much as far as they could spread. She had learned this position the night before would prevent Sire from having to step on the backs of her calves. The only problem with a woman having sex with a dog, once you got past the head thing, and come to realize that if it isn’t illegal where you live there is nothing wrong with it if you are of a mind to do it, is the dog’s claws. I had Sire’s dew claws removed as a puppy, because I knew he was destined to be a woman pleaser. The dew claws are the ones that grow up the leg a little from the paw, closely approximating the human thumb. But they are essentially useless. They are easily snagged and can be torn causing an adult dog extreme pain, but if removed while they are puppies it is no more traumatic than trimming finger nails. The problem is a dog grips a woman’s waist with his forepaws digging the dews on his front legs into her sides, and his back legs tend to motorboat some while he is fucking and the dews on the back legs scratch the thighs. Though dogs with dews are sometimes equipped with sock-booties to prevent the dews from digging in, this isn’t the most ideal of solutions as the dews can penetrate the socks. So if the dews are removed, the only thing to worry about is getting stepped on.

Sire walked up between Linda’s legs and in an almost effortless leap, placed his forepaws into the small of her back, and then slid his legs around her slender waist. The weight of him coming down on her back caused Linda to grunt a little and in an effort to maintain her position moved forward slightly. I guess Sire took this to mean she was trying to get away, for his grip around her waist tightened and he pulled himself more securely onto her back. His hips began to stab his cock toward her waiting holes. After a few close calls, Linda not wanting him in her ass, reached between her legs and captured his stabbing cock with her hand and guided it into her waiting cunt.