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(F/beast, voy, rom) *** Part of my training in journalism was being taught to keep a journal of my daily experiences and thoughts. The content of each experience was supposedly less important than any reflections you might make later about these experiences. This is one such narrative. Please support your local RSPCA. My widowed father died when I was twenty-eight, a year ago now. They left me their city town house and the general estate. It gave me a vehicle and a posh place to stay for that summer with some amazing chattels. This meant I didn't have to go out and find work immediately after leaving from graduate school. My elder brother received the parent’s investment portfolio while the sale of 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 were very 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 began to feel a little strange, a bit lonely and sometimes just plain frightened by my new environs. The place was so large that it had an echo in it that caused many strange sounds to occur, especially at night. I decided to stay on and see if my feelings improved over the coming summer months. One morning after another sleepless nights 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 should I decide in the end 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 need. One of these was a young male Rottweiler. I believe he was 15 months old. He appeared a bit large but he was very friendly and seemed to take a real liking to me. I knew I was healthy but rather unfit being many pounds overweight after years of sitting exams, writing reports and thesis writing. To be honest, 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 had my doubts as to whether I would have the staying power. Another problem was he didn’t seem to bark. Nevertheless, he was beautiful and at the same time he seemed very affectionate and healthy. They told me that it was an older man that had brought in the dog. The owner claimed, he couldn't take care of him anymore because of his failing health. So regardless of my initial fears I thought that this dog might be right for me. He was certainly big enough to scare anybody away. Yet he was certainty friendly towards me. Also the staff told me that smart dogs like Rottweilers will adjust, bond I think they said, to the nature and behaviour 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 was not yet institutionalised. 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 cheque 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 piece of advice was for me to think about 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 myself. 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 then proceeded to talk at great lengths to him getting him use to my voice. Secondly, I gave him a bath, which the pound staff said needed to be made into a sort of ritual in our bonding training. The vet also said that it was important to have a physical relationship with him if he was going to bond to me. So I understood there were going to be lots of talking, walking and patting all done with reinforcing friendliness. At first Brutus was not too sure about the bath water routine but accepted my attention nevertheless. I administered the suggested Johnson’s Baby shampoo and washed him 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 obviously 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 cock’s bevelled pointed shape. As I had only limited experience with any male reproductive organs so 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 own house and really rather 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 a little anxious, so I assumed I had moved passed his comfort point and so I stopped. After rinsing and drying Brutus, I pondered about the experience and realised the sexuality of the bath routine had made a sizable impression on me. I initially believed that I would experience a simple pet and owner relationship yet now I was not too sure. I now realised that Brutus was a living being, an individual, which had feelings and emotions and he would respond to my actions. I had to admit to myself that today had been full of a really new experiences and ideas. Later I went upstairs, took a late afternoon shower to clean up. I ended up stretched out on top of the bed covers reading, as I have become accustom to doing before suppertime. Ah life was such a difficult task. I open my novel to read for a bit. I have come to enjoy light reading after all those years of textbooks, reference papers and research. But clearly 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 with my new knowledge. I was actually excited as well and decided to try bathing Brutus again the next day. After satisfying that I was keeping my word to the vet, that I would make a special effort to bond with my new pet, I was then able to get back to my book. I quickly learned that I was not use to a 3 mile walks each morning just to "keep him fit". It exhausted me, I might add. After doing 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 proceeded to touch 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 gently 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 behaviour. I had been on the Internet exploring dog autonomy, physiology and behaviour realising that I was in effect masturbating my dog. There was nothing 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 seem to enjoy these activities so I think we were bonding. I knew I was feeling better physically and emotionally with these new interests and exercise. Our routine carried on for about a month with each of us becoming more trusting of the other. Now when I bathed and then relax on the bed reading it was not uncommon 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 a 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 had returned to dry days once more. I had become proficient at both exercising and bonding with Brutus so I knew that I could now go back to my vet on our next check-up saying truthfully that I was keeping my dog both 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 myself never having been responsible for a pet before now. One afternoon while I was on my 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. That was not the case with Brutus however who was obviously sensing the release of my pheromones. The next thing I knew he is up on my bed, with 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 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 shoed him away my fears quickly ceased to be a concern. I realised he was only doing his dog thing once more. It was no different to one of our park experiences where he first sniffed and then licked the same piece of female dog anatomy, which by the way got him a sharp nip on his hindquarters for his unwanted attention. I apologised 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 we 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 for sure 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 with 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 of time 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. Clearly both of us were 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 in hopes of encouraging more attention. My legs were now spread and my vagina opened to invite him. It kept his attention so I grabbed his head as he brought me to another resounding orgasm, a second within minutes. I was lying back revelling 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 better insert his erection into my vagina. 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 obviously receptive to his licking so he simply decided to mount me not realising 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 physically bond with the dog. Well, now I was absolutely sure that we had bonded. A thought did come to me right then as to who exactly was the pet. 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 then 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 immediately start to move in concert with his thrusts. Within seconds I felt him slide a larger bulge inside me. I realised it was his knot, which was explained in the reading I had done. Several seconds later I sensed this bulge begin to swell. I recognised that Brutus was, in fact, 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 realised he was going to put his semen inside me. I understood I was being fertilised by my pet, in the real sense of the word. I enjoyed the idea of being purposely bred for the first time in my life. I was almost remorseful on being inadequate to his genuine efforts to reproduce with me. I let myself moan for the first time as I orgasmed deeply once more. He stopped moving once he 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 my 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 before. I am sure I 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 bed sheets. After all the time I had spent masturbating Brutus I was now receiving a receptacle treatment. With the exception of his hand licking I was being given the first physical stimulus Brutus had offered in return. I was strangely gratified by his attention. Until now, the only thing inside my vagina beside 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. I was overcome by my lust 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 a 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 that 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 how quickly I had accepted his semen inside me and how I became so emotionally satisfied. I also thought about the simple circumstances that had caused this overwhelming experience to happen. 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 man’s ejaculates. It made my vagina contract in spasmodic rhythms. We stayed like this for just a bit, 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 at first unsure about the afternoons’ event but the soreness in my abdomen and hips quickly confirm my body’s new experience. Moments later I was aware that I was seeing the experience as solely positive and actually surprisingly appropriate for my pet and I to have let it happen. That in of itself was a real turn in my sense of self-awareness. I felt satisfied and normal and realised I had move on to a different plain 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 socialised adept at privacy issues and has made several attempts to mate with me when we are in public. These events are very anxious generating periods for me but they are totally bemusing to Brutus. I have become very good at improvising counter measures to keep both of us happy. He has certainly changed my sexuality for the better. Post Script: I've have had Brutus for three months now 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 loss of weight and apparent improved fitness along with unexpected news about how Brutus' testicles had enlarged. Concerned, I asked if this was a problem? “Of cause not. It just means that Brutus was receiving enough sexual stimulation to enhance his gonads”. I think the vet was slyly saying that the exercises we were having together were obviously good for both of us. He carefully suggested that I might have Brutus' dewclaws removed while he is still young. He said it reduces any discomfort the female feels from being scratched when he is servicing her. Brutus is now clawless. However, I wear the red marks on my ribcage with a certain pride. Hence, two anatomical changes have actually happen to both of us. Brutus lost his dewclaws and I have scratch marks, secondly he has larger testicles and I have a noticeably enlarged and I think, beautifully distended vagina. The vet also asked if I was willing to 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 the truth, that I would be too jealous. My pretence was gone at that point. The vet smiled, acknowledging my deviant behaviour and confirmed that I was a good dog owner and that Brutus was well and truly bonded to me. I thanked him and told him that I had bonded to Brutus as well. He grinned knowingly and opened the door saying “The bonding is obviously mutually beneficial, see you two in six month's time.” END PS: 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 literally 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 6 blocks back to the house as quickly as we could. When we arrived I was hot, sweaty and wanton and could not undress in the hallway quick enough. Clothes and I dropped on the rug. Brutus understood my need perfectly and mounted me immediately and with his well-practised 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. When I was finally conscious of my circumstances once more and looked back to see our audience. They were gone. Oh well! END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 81