Linda Part III — Boy’s Night

This is the third installment in a continuing saga. I recommend you go back and read “Linda Part I Beginnings,” and “Linda Part II Becoming Sire’s Bitch,” or the context of the story may be lost to you.


Linda had started out somewhat reluctantly accepting Sire, our Juvenile Golden Retriever as her lover and doggie Master, but had adapted to the situation quite well. As I said in Part I, the reason for my introducing her to this was because, though from all outward appearances Linda was a lady (and she is), even appearing somewhat frumpish most the time, at the core, she was pure slut.

Linda admitted to loving the sexual high. She had been married for 20 years to an uninteresting man sexually, and had carried on a succession of one-night stands and affairs that carried on right up until she met me. She had admitted to various sexual fantasies, but would never allow me to set any of them up. I didn’t particularly want to share her with other men and women sexually, but I figured if I kept her life interesting sexually and I participated, it was fantasy resolution rather than sharing, and I could avoid being hurt by her cheating on me if I was always present. I had had two wives who both cheated on me and I wanted to avoid that pain again, at all costs. Some mighty loose distinctions there, but they work for me.

Linda had however refused to let other men and women into our bedroom, saying she was a ‘one man, woman’ now. Yet, I still felt if I let our sex lives slacken off from the dizzying bunny-pace of the beginning, she would start to cheat. “Once you’ve tasted forbidden fruit,” don’t you know.

One of her fantasies had been sex with a dog, so I skillfully led her there. I knew, once she experienced anything she had refused to in the beginning, the rest would be easy. Each time I introduced her to something new, I was proven correct. I assumed it was because I always took her there gently, with her knowing she could back out at anytime. Even if she was there as my slave-sub and I her Master, she knew I would always respect the “safe” word. I was there to protect her, and the plus was I protected me at the same time I allowed and even insisted on her dalliances. She had become a willing dog-fucking slut and by her own accounts, she loved it. There was still a problem though. Linda was absolutely insatiable, and though Sire fucked her hard daily, most days more than once and I fucked her four to five times a day as well she appeared to still not be getting enough. This worried me until I thought up a solution.

In her dog fantasies, and comments she had made regarding AVI’s and MPG’s I had downloaded from the Internet, Linda was fond of certain breeds. Her original fantasy had been with a German Shepherd. When I queried her about which of the Internet videos she liked, it was a Weimariner, and when I asked months later which breed she had in her fantasy it was a Doberman. So I started to buy registered puppies, ostensibly for the same reason I had bought Sire, to establish a breeding colony of AKC breeds, and I guess that is true, but Linda was the one being bred.

I also bought a Rottweiler, because they were my voyeur’s fantasy animal for Linda and looked like an overgrown Doberman on steroids; and a Pomeranian. Linda had found a stray Pom female that was an old lady and had rescued her from traffic one day. She had a heart condition and died within a couple of years after Linda had rescued her, but not before Linda had grown very fond of her. Linda moped about for a while after PJ’s death (PJ was the name given the Pom female short for Puddle Jumper). I again had their dewclaws removed and awaited their sexual maturity.

Linda took each of their virginity on their 6-month birthday. The first was the Shepherd, a beautiful black, white and brown specimen that was named Duke after the dog in her fantasies. I had bought all the dogs as 8-week old puppies, a month apart to absorb the costs, so they were coming to maturity a month apart. The second was the Weimariner. His name was Kaiser from another fantasy and he would someday be a very large dog. He was a silver-gray in color and very sleek and graceful looking. Even at 6 months old, when he mounted Linda he dwarfed her small frame.

Then came the Doberman. He was a classic Doberman in appearance and had the look of death about him as most Doberman’s do, so his registered name was Grim Reaper. We called him Reaper. After he was a little over a year old, he worked Linda over one night so thoroughly, she threatened, tongue-in-cheek of course, to name him Raper.

Then the Rotty. His name was Jig from a country song. I loved that night as he pumped his soon-to-be extra large cock into Linda’s little cunt, he growled a little with each thrust. He meant her no harm, of course. I guess it was his way of saying “Take that bitch,” as he pounded her pussy into bitch meat. Then Little PJ (Linda insisted on naming the male after the departed female).