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The most amazing thing about this story by former ASSTR author
known as PlanetDweller is that I've been a good friend of his for
decades now and personally KNOW as much as anyone can know
another human being is that PD has ZERO experience in bestiality
of any kind and did this story as much as a fun writing exercise
yet when he ran it by a mutual friend who actually was a
real-life "dog Master" our friend pronounced it to be uncannily
accurate in its description of hot dogsex, the kicker being
PeeDee to my knowledge had never even seen any kind of dogporn
not even the famous Linda Lovelace film. When you add in his
interlacing of the storyline of the dogsub being a successful
commodities trading executive in her daylife and dogfucker in her
nightlife, the story comes out as being a purely almost joyful
exuberance of how someone made a conscious choice to be who they
are, damn any and everyone else's opinions, and within the
framework of the plot it comes across as being VERY believable
indeed.
~ ~ ~ AlphaBettaFish, curator of PlanetDweller's story archive

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Originally posted as: PlanetDweller's Weekly Erotic Story
Vignette  ~   February 7, 2004

Rex, My King     (MF, beast, dog, heavy BDSM, rom, romance, very
politically incorrect, commodities trading)

By

PlanetDweller



"Carol, did you ever reach Biallasian in Zurich? And what about
the long-put contract for a hundred silver Dutch to Sarna in
Amsterdam?"

"No, Miss Fisler, Bial' won't be in for another two hours, and
Sarna closed early for the national independence day."

"Damn, that's right forgot about that, leave notes to Bill for
when he arrives shortly, you know I always leave an hour early on
Friday evening."

"Yes Miss Fisler."

"You do a wonderful job, Carol" we speaking through our Merlin
headsets though her desk and mine were separated by only ten feet
of distance and one thin office wall and a world of difference in
responsibility apart  "I'm seriously considering you to replace
Barbara when I fire her the beginning of next quarter because
she's not been giving her position her all. Oh. speaking of that,
did she fire the two morons Jimbo in Corporate, I think they were
his relatives somehow, hired last month to keep the T1's and
intranet going?"

"Yes, she did, yesterday. You told me this morning if you hadn't
mentioned it by now that the new candidate for the gold options
derivatives desk should have been here at 3:00PM."

"And you've not seen him?"

"No, ma'am."

"Give him another five minutes and if he doesn't show up by the
time I'm heading for the elevator, if he shows up later then tell
him he's fired before he's even hired, can you handle that,
Carol?"

"Certainly. Before you leave, you also netmailed me earlier today
about the three boats of Kruggerrands up for private auction
through the Seng Sei brokerage in Hong Kong. I've been watching
the secure Bloomberg ticker for you and with two-thirty-seven to
go they're up to three-ninety-one-whole-and fifty-two-change USD;
any instructions on this before you leave?"

"How much positive cash balance current in our Asian desk?"

"Thirty-four and six-zeros and change."

"That's low. Liquidate whatever Australian gold hardnumber calls
we have at market and put the proceeds in and then memo Bill to
bid three-ninety-four-and-one-penny and thirty-nine decimal and
not one penny more. It's four o'clock on the dot and I'm out of
here" placing my headset on my desk and kissing my dearest young
protégé' on the cheek as my office door open and closed one last
time for the week, my hand touching her shoulder too, she
smelling nicely of faint Poison perfume.

  Sure, it's strange to lock yourself in your office for a
typical ten-hour day and never come face-to-face with your
admin-assistant except when she brings your lunch in even though
her desk is just three paces away through your office door, but I
don't exactly have a normal career position, either.

  At twenty-nine and counting down to the big three-o just a
couple of months away, at least I was happy, actually blissful in
my career. Daddy taught me well, learning at his side when he was
the southeastern US branch for SwissBanc USA in Miami where I was
born before we moved to Charlotte in North Carolina when I was
eight, after what was then Bank Of America now BancShares since
the merger bought SwissBanc out and made Daddy and Mother
reasonably wealthy people. After the merger and buyout, he made
even more millions doing what he loved and did best for
SwissBanc, trading in currencies and precious metals, my
fascination always being with the shiny side as opposed to the
paper side of the business. After my MBA from Duke when I was
twenty- four, yes, Daddy pulled a couple of strings so I could
get my foot in the door here but my first year's peformance-based
bonus was close to three-fifty and hardchange and zooooommmmmm
within two years I had earned my way to the chair of the precious
metals hedge desk at BancShares, playing high-stakes poker with
hundreds of millions of dollars of Banc's money every day and
while losing sometimes on a single play, everyone does, I always
win in the end, in the longer-term. Speaking of feet in the door?

"Janna, do you have a minute?"

"It's four o'clock and you know I always leave by now on Fridays,
Robert?" my irritation rising as technically my boss but who
always defers to my decisions, Robert James Presson The Third,
veep of hard asset management for BancShares, now dares pester me
as I press the elevator button hard for the third time.

"Just a minute, Janna, if you please. We have a mini-meltdown
looming. London palladium's down fifteen and thirty-one
thirty-seconds since two p.m. eastern and it looks like it's in
freefall and we took long position on eighteen short boats for
six months out three weeks ago. We're looking at eight-mid-zero
losses if it continues. I need you to get back in your office
right now and handle this, Janna."

  Jesus help me! He does this to me every single Friday, tries to
get me to stay for some cockamamie reason when he knows, KNOWS
I'm outta here regardless at four sharp. It's not like I don't
work eight to six or longer Monday through Thursday. He needs to
get a life, however compromised and abbreviated, just like I
have.

"It's just the stupid war in Iraq that's about over, Robert.
Palladium is used in all sorts of arms and munitions and this is
a natural correction. Stay cool, don't do a thing, it'll bounce
back way before we need to put on the contracts. Just calm down,
it'll be okay. See you Monday, have a good weekend!" shoving my
foot into the frame of the elevator, darting into it before he
could burp another word at me.

  Damn. Fifteen after four and I'm not even out of the employee's
underground parking deck. Master will not be pleased. Come on,
BMW horses, gallop your gal fast to her Master, that's what I
bought you for! At least the traffic on Independence Blvd. had a
couple of holes to zip in and out of as I made my way to Master's
favorite restaurant at St. Charles' Plaza.


  Whewwww! Four-forty-one, eleven minutes late, and no Master
yet, thankfully for me! He couldn't be late, ever. He was and is:
my Master.

"Hi, good to see you again this Friday, the usual, you'll be
wanting your usual table?" Mr. Sanchez greeting me from behind
his counter.

"Yes" as I handed him my customary twenty, letting him keep what
little change there would be from it "I see our table's empty,
let me go grab it before someone else does, Master wouldn't be
pleased otherwise."

"No, Al wouldn't; I'll wait until he gets here to bring your food
out to you."

"Thanks Mr. Sanchez, you're a sweetie" turning to make my way
back to Master's favorite booth.

"Al does a damn fine job with our lawn at the office and here
too, he's a nice guy, and you two make a handsome couple" I
smiling a flash of thanks to him before darting into the booth
just before someone else wanted to sit down at it.


  Five-o-nine and still no Master. I would wait for him until
they shut the doors if need be, and then wait in the car all
night for after that if need be after that, too. He is my Master
after all. Mr. Sanchez brought a small Coke on the house out to
me but I politely refused. To eat before Master would simply be
an insult to him.

  Couldn't help but get little quivers of doubt if he would ever
show up. Such is the fate of a silly slave, to be simply left by
her Master, not even put up for auction or given to another
Master as a gift.

  He wouldn't do that to me. No, he wouldn't. He was too perfect.
He was too perfect for me, has been since the day we first meet
when I hired him out of the Yellow Pages to give me a quote on
maintaining my lawn at my place over in Hennessey Falls, which I
bought with my bonus check from two years ago, the nice
low-seven-figure-one after taxes that year.

  I was his slave at first sight, he my Master at first command,
which took place when he was yelling and screaming at big rock he
had hit while hand-digging a hole for a new elm tree sapling that
needed planting and when asked if I could help, drug me down into
that hole with him, handing me shovel and telling me to help him
dig, dig, dig. I obeyed, obeyed, obeyed. I dug, dug, dug. And for
the past year, close to it, I had been his slave, slave, slave.
And I couldn't have been happier, happier, happier!

  Well, that's a slight fib. If he'd let me take care of him
more, let me buy him nice things, let me buy him a nice new truck
for his landscaping business, and dare I say it, if he would
collar me one day, then yes, I'd be even happier. A slave's lot
is to obey and never question. Ask, respectfully, once, maybe.
But never question her Master's judgment or voice.

  The sound of his old truck with the bad muffler that needed
replacing loudly farting away as he pulled to the back of his,
our, favorite Hardee's, the sight of my Master driving past our
window as I gazed through it from inside, he waving at me from
outside, his almost-equal loyal and companion to me, his/our
mixed German Shepherd "Rex" on the other side of the seat his
constant companion, the painted sign on the side of his truck
showing their line-drawn painted portrait images together as
their logo, "Rex & King Landscaping & Maintenance", the inside
joke being that Rex is actually the canine and King, my Master
who is known to the world as Al King, is the human. God, does
Master really know what I would give also to be his and Rex's
bitch, serving and servicing them both for the rest of my life,
riding around in the truck with them all day long and being their
service bitch by night?

"Thanks, Greg, hard week?" Master spoke to Mr. Sanchez as he
brought our "usual" over to our table.

"Nah, Al, 'bout the same, and you?"

"Got three new clients this week. I can finally afford to get my
Remington Model 700 out of hock" Mr. Sanchez standing there for a
second.

"That's good. Oh, call me tomorrow at home if you would, my
sister-in-law's cousin might want to hire you to do some sodding
at her vacation place up near place near Burnsville."

"Can't do it, Greg, I'm getting 'Betsy' out of hock this evening
and then am going deer hunting tomorrow. Can you give me the
information now?"

"Uh-uh, it's at the house. Maybe call me Sunday afternoon, then?"

"Sure."


  Master wolfed down his two chili-cheeseburgers as I nibbled on
my chicken sandwich.

"You have a good week, Jana?" his tone nice, his manner polite as
it always is.

"Yes Master, I triple-played two gold contracts on the South
African exchange which made the company . . . " he giving me a
stern look before I could finish my sentence.

"Slave, I've told you, I don't understand what you do, don't want
to, so, don't try to confuse me."

"Yes Master, I mean, no Master, I didn't, wouldn't" he cracking a
slight grin as his dirty right hand filthy with the evidence of
his honest toil shoved several soggy fries into his mouth.

"I asked, Janna, how was your week, not what you did this week?"
he playfully grabbing a tit through my hundred-dollar-plus DKNY
blouse and twisting it hard, the dirt from his work but not his
heart smearing brown into the thin fabric, like I cared, like I
cared if he ruined the blouse or if anyone took notice of him
doing so.

  I smiled. He smiled back. I was happy again.


"My week was excellent, Sir. My period began on Monday and I
think has about stopped now. Just a little spotting when I
checked at lunch. Master, why didn't you tell me you had pawned
your 'Betsy', you know I would have . . . " a firm hand with a
firm but not hard swing catching my left cheek open-palmed, hard
enough to get my attention and leave a handprint but not hard
enough to hurt me.

"If you ever, ever question me like that again, let alone in a
public place, slave, I shall sell you to Mitch so you can become
one of the whores at his stable who work out of his bar, do you,
slave, understand?" his eyes more disappointed than angry.

"Yes, Master, your slave understands" my eyes firmly fixed down
at the table now before he touched my chin to indicate that I
could look up again.

"Grab Rex's burger, Betsy's over at Forest Pawn just around the
corner of the shopping center here, park you car in the usual
spot and then hop in" he rising to leave, me following.

"Yes, Master."


  Rex wagged his tail as I brought his usual Friday afternoon
burger out to him, feeding it to him before I got back in my BMW
to leave it parked out in the sea of asphalt the other side of
the Hardee's at St. Charle's Plaza, Master pulling up beside my
car as I got my weekend bag from the trunk and locked everything
up before jumping in the back of his truck amidst his shovels and
picks and rakes and bags of fertilizer. Then a minute later, the
pawn shop, and a forty-minute drive out to his modest but
well-kept old country home near Monroe outside of Charlotte, the
view of strangers seeing me well-dressed in my business clothes
in the back of Master's truck always drawing the odd glance or
two but I not caring in the least.

"Shall I commence, Master?" as my clothes of the world outside
were quickly stripped as soon as we got inside and my uniform of
servitude, actually an old sweatsuit that he and Rex both like
dand was also very functional was fished from my weekend bag. My
padded panties now on the floor, they always giving Rex a rise
but seldom Master, he, Rex, not Master, sniffing at them but not
chewing at them as he sometimes does.

"No, slave, you broke the rules twice at Hardee's and you must be
punished. To the room."

  My nakedness was strapped his St. Anne's Cross, my back to him.
My mouth, gagged. My eyes, blindfolded. His single-tail whip,
finding my back and buttocks. One, then five, then, twenty
full-swung strokes, then silence as he untied me from my wooden
cross-stocks. I hadn't cried, not at all. I wouldn't cry, not at
all. Never. Master doesn't like it when I cry. So, I don't. His
finger jammed inside me, he sniffing it, then making me lick it
clean as he went back to the living room and put on a porn tape.

  He didn't say a word to me as I put on my old jogging suit and
began cleaning up the, our, house some. First, his bathroom in
his, on the weekends our, bedroom. Then the kitchen where I
finished loading the dishwasher for him and starting its cleaning
cycle.

"Another beer, slave!" he barked, I fetching him an Old Milwaukee
as his eyes never met mine, his attention on the boring porno, I
returning to my duties.

  Next, vacuuming of the floors, then, dusting of all the
furniture. Done. His attention, none. Jogging suit now doffed
off, my naked body his to do with as he wished,  I assumed my
position, near him, next to the couch, kneeling, facing away.

"Couch, now, slave" he pulling at my hair to bring me to him.

  I always loved this part. His attention, only. He kissed me
deeply as he held me in his arms, Rex coming over to sniff at my
bottom, his cold nose always making me flinch a little, Master
holding me close to him in his arms as he kissed me. God, why
didn't, why wouldn't, why hadn't Master collared me too like he
had done Rex so long ago?

"Kiss me, slave, I said, kiss me, deeper!"

"Yes Master!" my tongue now going to his throat as his had been
down mine a moment ago, his hands tenderly caressing me, his lips
to mine perfectly. God, he always made me so happy! I kissed him
deeper still somehow, his tongue shoved back to my mouth, I
sucking on it like it was his cock. I knew that this would be the
last kiss I'd get this weekend. I made the most of it.

"Suck it!"

  I knew he didn't mean his tongue or his finger. His member,
hard. Rex, nearby, in front of us near the television, knowing
better than to interrupt us and make Master angry, waiting his
turn. My sucking, as good as I could do even though I'm not the
best cocksucker or slave Master has had, he's told me so. No
matter. He is Master, and with him, the past doesn't matter.

"All fours!" I adjusting myself so my chest was against the back
of the couch, Master standing to my rear, his cock being shoved
inside me.

"Tighten that cunt up, bitch! You've got to do better than that,
you're too sloppy! Are you bleeding again?" his irritation, loud.

"Yes Master, I mean, no Master, my period's stopped, it's just my
wetness from being excited."

"Stop it then!" his open-palm slaps of my ass hard, stinging,
raining hard against my tender flesh.

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry" his cock shoved hard inside me, my
cervix begging for mercy but me telling it to shut the fuck up
that we were pleasing Master. His pace, quickened, his come,
quicker, his finger shoved in my anus just because he can. Just
because he's Master. Just because I love him. This may or may not
be all the sexual attention I would receive from Master this
weekend. This was the usual pattern. No matter. Master decides,
not I.

"Rex, your turn, boy", my hundred pounds of canine co-Master
coming over to me as I fished an alcohol swab from my bag,
tearing it open before gently wrestling Rex to the floor in front
of Master, we playing like two old friends, which we were. Master
smiled.


  As Master had taught me to do, I swabbed Rex's
nearly-fully-already-swollen canine member with the alcohol swab
and then latched on to it with my mouth. If a dog can smile,
really smile, then Rex always does when I give him head like this
and when he will fuck me shortly. Master's smile was breaking
gentle open despite the fact he was still trying to pretend he
was still upset with me. Silly Master.

  My fingers gently rubbed Rex's nub and angled shaft as my mouth
continued its work of joy, Rex making his gentle "ruff,
reee-uffff!" sounds at times, sounds of "damn, this rich white
bitch is actually sucking my dog cock!" translated from dog-ese
into English. Such a silly but sweet co-Master, Rex-y was. His
hips began thrusting too hard forward and I knew it was time to
switch.

"Beer, bitch." At least it was a good time to stop, I had to get
ready to present myself to Rex anyway shortly. Handing him a cold
Corona  fetched, Master slapped at my breasts and pulled my
nipples hard for his fun of it as I stood before him.

Of course I enjoyed the attention. It was attention from Master.

That's what I live for. That's what I would die for.

Rex panted next to me, his tail wagging, a string of drool now
coming from his lower lip. He is such a sweety.

  Exactly two paces from Master, between him and the television,
I knelt at a ninety-degree angle, horizontal to Master, so he
could watch both his porn and Rex screw me. Rex was even harder
if that was possible before I got up a minute ago to fetch
Master's beer but for some reason couldn't quite get it inside
me. Oh. His knob was swelling up a little too much as it is
happened to do when he's about ready to come.

  My shoulders down on the floor as flat as I could make them on
the faded rug smelling of beer and human and dog sex from weeks
and months of encounters past, my arm reached around a bit and
opened my pussy up for my canine co-Master, the wetness of my
sloppy cunt that always displeases Master seemingly now coming
into play as it sometimes does, my hand working his slowly
pushing dogcock inside me, it making a little popping sound as he
finally entered me fully as it sometimes does.

"You having a good time, boy? Fuck that bitch, she's yours all
night if you want her" my Master so sweet in his giving of me to
his best friend.

  Rex's paws scratched at my back and shoulders, his doggy nails
long, needing cutting some, the ends sharper than you'd think, as
he attempted to mount me even higher and deeper, my ass going as
high as I could make it for him, my lust now wanton.

"Fuck me, fuck your bitch, fuck your bitch, pppleeeasssseeeee!"

  Rex woofed at my begging and drove it home even harder, his
knob now swollen inside me, his member impossible now to leave
the warmth of my love for him, not at least until he calmed down
some, his come filling my wanting womb with his love for me and
his, our, Master.

  Staying on all fours, the freshly-vacuumed but still dirty
carpet still smelly of interspecies love, the deep grime in the
worn fabric making my skin break out a little on my chest and
breasts as it always does like I really care, Master got up from
the couch and before I knew it, was handing me a beer.

He is so thoughtful and considerate.

See why I love him so much?

  Rex woofed for a sip but Master hadn't brought his bowl into
the living room so I couldn't share it with him. Easing myself up
just enough to be able to free one arm up to grab the beer
sitting next to me on the floor but not raising myself and
thereby not lowering my tail enough to accidentally cause Rex's
cock any pain, I balanced myself just enough to where I could
turn my head sideways and take some long swigs. Nothing like a
cold Old Milwaukee to calm one down some after half an hour of
beyond great passionately exciting submissive bestial dog sex.

"Nice show, Rex, slave" Master speaking as he sat back down on
the couch to watch ESPN coming in over the satellite "slave,
whenever Rex breaks free, go do yourself."

"Yes, Master" as Rex, now bored, tried to pull free but couldn't,
his knob still too swollen inside of me. Damn, this floor was so
hard even with the carpet, it was making my knees hurt, and it
felt like Rex's fleas now crawling all over me. Oh, well, such is
the lot of dogfucking slut-slave which I'm proud to be, as long
as it's what Master wants.


  Finally free, finally a chance to go pee, take a shower, take a
douche, brush my teeth, mouthwash my mouth, brush my teeth again,
douche again, do a couple of drops of straight Binanca breath
freshner, and take a shower once again. While Master seldom if
ever would kiss me on the mouth again for a given weekend after I
had sucked Rex off, at least I could be ready for Master should
he ever decided for his lips to find mine that weekend, again.
Him fucking my mouth, me sucking him off, was different, since he
never kissed me after I sucked him off anyway, not until I had
cleaned my mouth out thoroughly, and this was his own, not Rex's,
come we're talking about.

  Fucking my pussy was a different story still. I knew Master
only had one good shot per several hours, meaning he probably
wouldn't want to fuck me anymore that night but hopefully might
give me some nice domination and pain, but again, if I had any
chance of trying to seduce Master into putting his cock in my
cunt, I knew I had better have washed all of Rex's come out,
hence the multiple douches over the half hour or so making myself
presentable again.


"Your show was okay tonight, slave, but when I'm gone hunting
tomorrow, I want you to play with Rex some more, work with him,
figure out better ways to show me how much of a true piece of ass
you are, show me how much of a slut you really can be" he tying
me up clumsily with ropes as he prepared me to lay at the foot of
his bed for sleep that night alongside Rex.

"Yes, Master, I will try."

"Will you need to pee before morning?" duct tape being stuck on
me in sensitive places along with the rope bonds so he could have
fun yanking it free from my skin later.

"No, Master, I don't think so."

"Good. I'll untie when I get ready to leave in the morning. You
figure out how to let Rex fuck you and you play with Rex to give
me a better show while I'm gone" a blindfold going over my eyes
as he gently pushed my totally roped and duct-taped body down
beside my co-Master at the foot of our Master's bed.

"Yes, Master" I managed to get out before a piece of duct tape
was slapped over my mouth. Thank God I can usually, normally
breath through my nose is all I have to say about that!

  My sleep was hard and deep. I dreamt about a church wedding
downtown at St. Michael's, Master and Rex and myself. Master was
such a good, decent, honest, hard- working man, I just knew Daddy
would love him as much I did, if and when Master ever decided he
and Daddy would meet. At four a.m. I did get the urge to pee but
managed to hold it in. Licking your own pee off the floor let
alone off of a reasonably filthy doggie bed and blanket is no
fun, not even for a slave.
   "Time to go, slave, you and Rex have fun."


  A free day with Rex, something I never had before. I put his
leash on him and we walked around the old farm property of
Master's some, Rex tugging me this way and that way. God, what I
wouldn't do to have, to earn, a collar just like his, to be as
equal with Rex in my Master's eyes, I always sublimating my
desires to his desires too, the wants and lusts of my four-legged
as well as my two-legged one.

  In the living room, nice, easy play. Me naked, Rex naked, well,
he is a dog after all, he kind of stays naked all the time, when
you think about it.

  My hands and mouth constantly teasing him, teasing his
perfectly large German Shepherd-mix dog cock. Its texture,
wonderful. Its smell, heavenly. Its taste, he leaking a little
pre-cum in my mouth just like our Master after a couple of hours
of pleasing, teasing freeplay, not at all as, well, morky as his
normal come usually was.

  Sitting on the floor just in front of the couch, leaning back
into it, my legs open, my pussy exposed, he trying to mount me
from the front as I splayed my legs wide. His doggie cock, teased
to the point of near-exploding, his knob too big to force itself
inside my lubriciously flooding out cunt, I held him close to me,
massively strong chest pressed to mine, my arms around him,
close. If I could make this work, this new position, I knew it
would please Master.

  I scooted forward just a little more, threw one of the
thread-bare old sofa cushions underneath my tail so as to present
my pussy as open as I could to Rex, he pushing down and forward
and pushing in his cock, finally, inside me, almost ripping me
wide open but I didn't care, his canine domination of me,
complete. He had become my king. Our Master would be pleased.

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