Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2001 21:00:08 -0000
From: Beverly Taff
Subject: Dog Day Afternoon 5

     It was Billy who woke me.    He whined
loudly and scratched at the door and I knew he
wanted to take a leak.    Delicately, I minced
painfully towards the door and slipped the latch
as he trotted down the stairs and nosed the dog
flap open.
     I watched from the window as he visited his
favourite spot then thanked God; he had been
trained to a high standard of hygiene.
Without once stopping to sniff any dirt or other
places, he returned to my apartment.   It was
obvious that his instincts told him his bitch
needed watching.    No other dog would be
allowed to pay a call.    I needed another
shower so I stepped into the huge cubicle and
started to wash myself.    I was soaping my hair
when I felt a cold draught and groped blindly to
close the door.    As I turned I suddenly felt a
cold nose poke itself into my secret place and I
squealed with shock.    Billy had invaded the
shower to check on his bitch.
     The bathroom door had a simple handle that
any big dog could open with his teeth if it was
not locked.   As he sniffed my bitch parts I
rinsed my hair and studied my new partner.
He was soaking so decided to wash him and he
thoroughly enjoyed our new game.     He
obviously associated my scented shampoo with me
and seemed perfectly happy to accept my
ministrations.     Half an hour sharing the
shower had cemented our relationship.    Billy
was mine and I was his!    After towelling
myself down, I switched on the hair dryer and
spent an exciting hour grooming his magnificent
coat.   He thoroughly enjoyed my grooming and
obviously saw it as a bonding process.
     My new partner emerged spotless and glossy
so I now turned to myself and prettied myself in
the mirror.   I could not resist looking at
Billy in the mirror as he lay stretched
magnificently on the bed and studied me with his
deep brown sensitive eyes.   In the mirror I saw
his eyes following my every move as I brushed my
long blond hair and prepared for the evening in
the club.    As I opened my lingerie drawer, he
slipped off the bed and sniffed through my
intimate garments and nuzzled them
appreciatively.     He obviously associated the
skimpy smooth material with his bitch's most
intimate parts.    I chose a pair and he gave
them a knowing lick before allowing me to slip
them on and cover my nudity.    His inspection
did not cease there.   Every garment I chose
required his inspection and it un-nerved me.
He seemed to be inspecting my every move.
     Eventually I was dressed but he still gave
me one final inspection under my skirt before
allowing me down to the club.

     Strangely, he seemed to ignore me in the
club and concentrated on his other duties as a
guard dog.     He only made a cursory occasional
check upon my whereabouts.        He seemed to
know exactly when and where to make his position
as master clear and it was obvious that he was
keeping an eye on me.    Whenever I approached
the doors Billy somehow appeared beside me as
though anticipating my going outside and
possibly encountering other dogs.      I decided
not to push the barriers and step outside.    It
would have stressed Billy out to have to decide
between guarding the club and guarding his bitch
from other dogs.     The strange thing was, I
did not feel like a prisoner.    I felt like the
queen bee.   I was the Alpha bitch and every
time I looked at his proud head and magnificent
body, I felt my stomach flip and my crotch go
moist.
     'Was I turning into a real bitch?'  I asked
     myself.
     Eventually the evening ended and we
     retreated to bed.
     I already knew that I was going to share my
bed that night.   I had no choice.     Billy was
the master now!
     As I prepared our suppers, Billy stayed
close to me and sniffed knowingly at my damp
panties.
     'Was it to be another bout of raw sex?' I
asked myself and found myself secretly hoping it
was.
     Billy seemed to think so too and after
wolfing down his food, he leapt onto the bed and
stared boldly into my eyes as though ordering me
to join him in the bed.               My hands
trembled as I fumbled with the dishwasher
controls and I was even clumsier removing my
clothes.
     My heart thumped frantically then I felt my
cunt juices begin to flow again as my needs
betrayed my condition.   My cunt was still on
heat!
     'Damn! But Billy was a handsome dog!'
     He obviously smelled my condition and
whined eagerly as his tail thumped out a rhythm
on the bed.       Perversely, I found myself
putting on my frilliest nightie and sliding
provocatively onto the bed.     This time I was
determined to have him take me missionary style
so I could enjoy the pleasure of his powerful
thrusts. I slid between the sheets and invited
him to join me, which he readily did.    He
eagerly investigated my secret places then
ripped my panties off with one tug of his superb
teeth and set to mounting me.
He had already learned that panties interrupted
his access to his bitch


     This time I was ready and had more control.
Gently I rolled on my back and let his powerful
forepaws grip my waist then I thrust my eager
bitch cunt onto his incredibly stiff cock.
Billy quickly grasped the technique and indulged
himself.    He simply settled on his haunches
and lay comfortably along my soft rounded belly.
Then, all he had to do was thrust forward in the
normal doggy fashion while his rear paws fitted
neatly under my bum.    Now I could savour his
rigid organ slipping deep into my sex.
Simultaneously he trapped my urgent clitty at
the base of his velvety sheath and I could now
share his pleasure.   Thus are the problems of
animal diversity solved.   Eagerly I lay back
with my hips thrusting up to him as he stretched
out along my belly with his front paws beside my
chest.     I gripped his beautiful head in my
arms and pulled my body tight against his as I
rose eagerly to meet him.   His forepaws were
now stretched down either side of my breasts and
jammed under my shoulders to gain a purchase.
Thus locked together with my girl tits pressed
hard against his silky chest and my bitch-tits
tight against his warm taught belly we entered
nirvana. So I encountered my first mutual orgasm
with a lover.    As my needs rose to a crescendo
in my loins, Billy suddenly pulsed inside me and
I felt his seed pumping deep inside me.
     He made a noise that could only be
described as a whine of pleasure as his rod
pumped furiously and my clitty seemed to explode
with relief.   My thighs instinctively wrapped
around his rump and my toes wiggled with delight
in the thick silky fur of his tail.    Billy
started to pant eagerly as he pumped furiously
and I felt his knot starting grow within me.
I drew myself tighter to him as a feeling of
total surrender overwhelmed me and my whole body
throbbed with desire.     Waves of emotion swept
through me as I collapsed under him and
sacrificed any remaining humanity to his canine
beauty.    No longer did I wonder what I was or
why I did this.    I was all bitch now!    A raw
animal on heat utterly besotted with my master's
dominance.  All vestiges of human reserve were
gone from me as I sacrificed myself utterly to
Billy's demands.
     We lay thus tied, dog and bitch, with me
prostrate upon my back and he stretched upon me
for a good hour as I savoured the solid knot in
my deepest parts.

     It was every woman's dream to have their
lover remain stiff within them after orgasm   I
indulged the fantasy by whispered sweet nothings
and occasionally squirming closer to savour the
penetration.    Whenever I moved, Billy
responded by looking down into my eyes and
licking my face and nipples.    To him I was a
most loyal and submissive bitch, a perfect
partner.
I knew that no human male would please me like
this.   Men just rolled over and fell asleep
after the act.    Billy's way was infinitely
better.
     This time he even seemed to realize there
was no threat to our coupling.   I must have
transmitted my feeling of total security and
utter surrender to him and he thus sensed there
was no threat.    With my door securely locked
and the whole club empty I was utterly free to
indulge his wishes and my new canine needs.
Thus feeling secure, he was content to remain
tied within me all night but I was beginning to
feel uncomfortable.   I always slept in a sort
of three-quarter-prone position and as I lay on
my back with my thighs spread apart, my body
started to get cramps.         I slowly started
to re-adjust our positions.     I eased my self
over in tiny stages until we were lying face to
face on our sides with Billy still securely tied
inside me and me still between his forepaws.
We lay with our heads on the pillows and
eventually found ourselves staring into each
other's eyes.
     Billy tensed slightly then growled softly
as he bared his teeth.    Next he snapped his
head forward to poke me with his big damp nose.
I got the message.     He still considered too
much eye contact to be a threat.

     I lowered my eyelids to display submission
and buried my face in the thick silky fur around
his throat.   Thus relaxed we fell asleep with
his comforting fabulous cock still tied inside
me.