The K9 Queen - Victoria’s Story

Author's Note: 

This chapter, and all the following chapters are from Victoria’s point of view. 

I hope you are enjoying it, 

Take Care

Joe

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Reading Sarah’s input to my story made me cry. I didn’t realise how long it took her to accept her new life on the island. It was an odd feeling reading about me from her point of view, but I enjoyed it immensely. And she underestimates her talent as an author. I think she’s a wonderful writer and I’m encouraging her to tell her own story.

Anyway, it’s time for me to take to the keyboard again and finish telling my story.

All my Love

Vic x

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I wasn’t sure how I felt when Mistress told me that people were clambering for more of the footage of me, Sarah and Max. It was always in the back of my mind that we were being filmed and listened to but I thought of it as CCTV that only Mistress Agatha was watching. The thought that a bunch of people were getting off on watching me and Max was very odd. I don’t know if I like it or not. Having said that, dog sex is a fairly niche kink so at least I wouldn’t be famous, I’d hate to be recognised and hassled just walking down the street. Not that that was ever likely to happen, as far as I was concerned this island was my life now. Not least because Mistress wanted to earn her money from Sarah and me and I presumed that was likely to take quite some time. There was nothing to be done about the films of me and Max being seen by the public so I put it to the back of my mind, which was easy to do, life on the Island was pretty good now that I’d settled in.

Back in London I rarely felt safe and never had any luxury. I was either facing a life in a brothel or in servitude, which was back-breaking work and meant I’d probably still be fucked by men, only without any say about it. I never had any real freedom or safety back home and even if I did I had no money or prospects to do anything with it. And the weather was shit.

By the time we had the doggy play date the place was starting to feel like home. On the island I was safe, nobody was going to beat or rape me. And I’d never had such luxury before, or freedom for that matter. I was happy, which is not something I’ve been able to say since I was a small child, blissfully unaware of the world around me.

A large part of that happiness was due to Max, I love him so dearly. There was a lot of dog sex of course and both Sarah and I had sore pussies and scratches on our backs and legs from their claws. Still, it was a small price to pay for the comfort and safety of our surroundings. I’m not sure Sarah agreed, but she seemed to be accepting her new life at last.

Things settled down into a nice routine. Each Day I’d try to make sure that I did something worthy of being filmed, of course, everything we did was being filmed but I tried to organise little scenes that might perhaps make good viewing. The trick, Mistress told me, was to make it look natural, not set up. A lot of what I did played up to the story of Max being my husband. I organised candle-lit dinners, romantic picnics, nice walks around the grounds, fun in the pool and all manner of other things. The only thing missing on the idyllic little island was a beach. Despite being surrounded by the ocean (I still wasn’t sure which one at this point) the island had no beach. The nearest thing it had was about fifty meters of uncomfortable stones and pebbles next to where Mistress’s yacht was docked on a wooden jetty. I went swimming there once and nearly froze to death. I never went back, the pools (there are two, one indoors and one outside) were far better.

Each day I’d make sure that I had some footage for Mistress, but once I was sure we had done a good day’s work I’d allow Sarah and myself time to relax and once a week we had a whole day to ourselves to rest and recover. Sarah, the poor thing, was still my pet. Mistress was pleased with her but after her shaky start I didn’t want to rock the boat by trying to improve her situation any further. Sarah seemed to have learned her lesson though, she was making the most of it and producing footage that Mistress was very happy with, particularly with Scoop.   

One afternoon, several months after we’d arrived, Sarah and I were out walking Max. While he was running about and burning off some of his endless energy, we were sitting naked under a tree and enjoying some cool drinks the servants had brought us. I was thinking about the morning we’d had, Max had fucked us both first thing after we’d woken up, and then we’d gone down to the kennels to choose some dogs for a scene the next day. While we were there we jumped in with a few, it was a lot of fun, Sarah and I both had a bunch of delicious orgasms.

“I enjoyed this morning, that black hound has got a great knot,” I said.

“True, it’s just the right size. And he seems to come more than the other dogs, or maybe I’m imagining that.”

“No, you’re not imagining it, Olivia bred them that way.”

“Huh, I didn’t know that. Pity we can’t breed men to be the way we want them,” she said.

 “I can’t say I miss sex with men, I’m more than happy with Max.”

“I never thought I’d say this, but I agree with you. There’s a lot to be said for swearing off men and sticking to dogs.”

“Sarah, you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

“You’ve given me a great idea! Come on, I need to speak to Mistress,” I said and rushed off to find her.

Evidently, Mistress had been watching us. When we got to her office she said to me, “So what’s this idea of yours then?”

“Am I right in thinking that you’ve got no plans for Sarah and me to have sex with men, we’re just sticking to dogs?”

“It depends on the feedback from the fans. Right now there’s no appetite for either of you to be with men, just each other and the dogs. Why do you ask?”

“Sarah and I were just saying that we’d happily swear off men permanently in favour of dogs.”

“I know, I heard you, but where are you going with this?” said Mistress.

“Why don’t we make that pledge formally, on film for the public to see? And to prove our commitment, Sarah and I could get tattoos and…”

Mistress interrupted us with a frown, “This idea may have merit, but I’m not sure I like the idea of you two having tramp stamps.”

“It’s nothing tacky, just a small tattoo of a dog paw. May I borrow a pen and paper mistress?”

She handed me some paper and a pen and I drew a little main paw pad, like an upside-down heart, and above that four small circles, all in plain black. It was a really simple but very cute print of a dog paw.

“Like this,” I said, holding it on my butt, “we’d have it here on the top of our bum, near our waistline. It will be a visible sign that we’ve committed to nothing but dog sex for the rest of our lives.”

Then Sarah spoke up, “And maybe we could sell merchandise as well? I’m not sure what the demand would be, but we could produce some mugs or keyrings or whatever for the fans to buy.”

“When you said you wanted dog tattoos, I thought you meant some god-awful giant portrait of Max on your back or something. But this idea has merit, especially if we can use it as a logo and sell merchandise too. Okay, let’s do it.”

“Yay!” I yelled, jumping with glee.

Even Sarah was pleased and gave a little cheer.

As we made our way down the hall towards the pool, I said to Sarah, “The merchandise was a fantastic idea, well done.”

“Thanks. I thought that if we’re going to do this then we might as well do it properly. And besides, it’s a small price to pay to ensure no man ever has sex with us again.”

“So that’s us then,” I said with a smile, “Dog sluts forever!”

Sarah laughed, “DOG SLUTS FOREVER!” She yelled as loud as she could, her voice echoing around the halls.

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A few days later a tattoo artist arrived on the island, along with a small two-person film crew. Mistress said that I had a growing fan base and that being filmed having the tattoos done would go down well with them. I was a bit shy at first, especially as it was two strange men and I was naked but I soon got used to them. Sarah was in her pink doggy outfit, which she said made her feel strangely comforted, like she was protected by being in character.

Our little doggy paw tattoos were about the same size as the circumference of a small drinks coaster. But I hadn’t given much thought to how much they’d hurt. I might have thought differently if I’d known how painful it would be, ouch doesn’t begin to describe it. Anyhow, a little over an hour and a half later Sarah and I were both sporting our tattoos, I thought they looked dead cute. We showed them off to the camera and then I had to say a few words, with Sarah and Max sitting beside me. Mistress had told me what to say, although I was allowed to ad-lib a little bit.

“So, erm, Hi! I’m Victoria, and this is Sarah,” I said with as bright and chirpy a tone as I could muster.

“Firstly, I wanted to say a great big huge thank you to all our fans who’ve enjoyed watching Max, Sarah and me. It means the world to us to know so many people are supporting us. You can’t have missed the fact Sarah and I have just got new doggy paw tattoos...” I said, and then Sarah and I both showed off our tattoos for the camera.

“Well, there’s a very good reason we’ve done this. Of course, they look cute, but for us, it’s a symbol of how committed we are to doggy love. So much so that Sarah and I have sworn that from now on, and for the rest of our lives, the only cock we’ll touch will be dog cock. Yup, you heard us, no more men, it’s doggy love all the way for us now. There will be some very special merchandise available soon. And of course, feel free to get your own doggy tattoos and swear of men like we have!”

Then Sarah and I held hands, threw our arms up in the air and shouted, “DOG SLUTS FOREVER!”.

Then I blew a kiss to the camera and said “Byeeeee,” and Max, right on cue, gave a big woof!

I didn’t know it then, but our tattoos and the few words I said to camera were to have profound and far-reaching effects.

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Our declaration as dog sluts had done a lot to earn Mistress Agatha’s trust for both Sarah and myself. Over the following months, she gave us an increasing amount of freedom with what we did for the filming. Not only because we were both behaving well and being obedient, although that was a big part of it. It was mainly because with more freedom, we produce content with a more natural feel, and it went down a storm. The films of me, Max and Sarah were growing very popular and the range of doggy merchandise was selling well. The best seller was a T-shirt with the dog paw design and the words ‘dog slut forever’ printed on it.

Eight one-hour episodes had been released and each was more popular than the last. The doggy play date was very popular and we’d had two other similar play dates since then. By this point, we’d worked our way through all the stud dogs many times over and Olivia was working hard to get new dogs trained.

Sarah had accepted her fate around the time of the first doggy play date, but accepting the circumstances and actually enjoying yourself were entirely different things. I had begun to suspect she had gone beyond acceptance and was having genuine fun. When given a choice of dog she would always pick Scoop, the German Sheppard, who despite his big knot had become her favourite. I realised just how far Sarah had progressed one afternoon when I’d given her some free time. I wandered down to the kennels to speak to Olivia about an idea for a scene and was surprised to find Sarah in the cubicle with Scoop, grinning away while he mounted her. She didn’t have to be there, this was her free time, she could have been resting or enjoying some of the wonderful facilities but she chose to be with Scoop.

“She’s been down here a few times to see him now,” Olivia informed me, “I told her I’d be happy to send him up to the house but she said she’d rather see him here.”

That was when I knew she had chosen to not just accept her fate, but make the best of it and enjoy herself.

My training with Max had gone very well. He could now lie on his back when commanded and let me suck him off and even ride him cowgirl style. I’d also worked out just how flexible an erect dog cock can be. I didn’t want to hurt Max so I practised on the other stud dogs. I’d found that you could bring their cock back up between their back legs so it was facing out, the same direction as the tail. And from there you could have all sorts of fun. Max was more than happy doing this and we’d got ourselves into some very fun bum-to-bum doggy sex positions. As flexible as he was my favourite was when Max was facing me missionary style. We worked hard to get it right but if I got in the correct position on an armchair, sort of half hanging off the end with my legs spread high and wide, he could fuck me while facing me and I could cuddle him and kiss him while he pounded me. And Max loves it that way too, he’s always licking my face while he comes in me. It’s very tender and loving.

Dog sex is fun, but you can’t fuck half a dozen dogs every day and not have it take its toll on your body. Luckily, Mistress was quick to spot this and didn’t want to break her prized doggy porn stars. Sarah and I settled into a nice routine where we were able to produce good footage for Mistress without exhausting ourselves or damaging our bodies. We’d take two or three days off every week and make sure we relaxed and let our bodies recover, and on the days we did work we’d limit our action with dogs to half a day at the most. This didn’t include Max, of course, he got to have my pussy whenever he wanted. Doing it this way meant we could have a nice life and enjoy ourselves and still produce regular high-quality content for Mistress. Sarah and I all but forgot our past lives and settled into our new home on the island.

One morning, around a year after we’d arrived on the island, Sarah and I had a free day. We were in our gym gear and were running around the island with Max by our side, my husband was never far from me. We normally had a good long run three times a week and spent at least an hour in the gym every day. It was a good way to pass the time but we had to keep in good shape, our roles as doggy porn queens demanded it.

When we finished our run we stopped for a rest under the shade of a tree to catch our breath, I took a big glug of water and handed the bottle to Sarah and was thinking about what to do with the rest of the day. Sarah and I had made good use of all the things the Island had to offer, except the concubines.

I’d discovered that the concubines Mistress talked about were actually the maids and waiters who served us, there were four men and six women, all exceptionally beautiful. I was surprised to learn that they were here willingly and paid very well. As attractive as they all were we didn’t indulge, we had sworn off men and neither Sarah nor I were naturally bisexual so we left the girls alone too, unless it was for filming a scene, like occasionally we’d have a maid lick us clean or something. We may not be bisexual, but we didn’t mind sex with women and I could go so far as to say we both could be persuaded to be drawn that way in the future. But we didn’t like the idea of using them for our own pleasure the way we’d been used in the past so we left the concubines alone. I made good use of them as serving staff though, compared to the servant role I had with Sarah’s family this place was a piece of cake.

“What are you doing this afternoon? Any plans?” Sarah asked me.

“Funny, I was just wondering that. I’m not sure, it’s a nice day, I might laze by the pool. How about you, any plans? Will you go and see Scoop perhaps?”

“Not today, I like Scoop but I don’t love him the way you love Max. He’s nice to be with when I’m horny though.”

“It’s addictive isn’t it?”

“Sex with dogs?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Yeah, it is, I much prefer dogs to men now,” Sarah said then burst out laughing, “Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

“I completely agree, I don’t know what I’d do without Max.”

Every word of what we said was true. Sarah and I were now dog lovers through and through.

A little later Sarah and I were lazing by the pool, sipping on margaritas while Max was having a routine check-up with the Vet. We’d been sunbathing for an hour or so when a maid informed me that Mistress wanted to see me. There were times early on when being asked to see Mistress sent waves of panic through me, but now I’ve come to see that she values me and even asks my opinion from time to time.

“You wanted to see me, Mistress?” I asked when I got to her study, I hadn’t bothered to dress, there seemed little point.

“Yes, sit down, Victoria.”

These days I was being offered a seat and spoken to politely, a far cry from when I first stood in this room over a year ago.

“So tell me, how are you, Sarah and Max doing?”

“Very well, thank you. We’re having a free afternoon, I timed it for today as Max is having his check-up and…”

“Victoria, you are more than welcome to some free time, I know how hard you work. I’ve been extremely impressed with your dedication. You are producing so much high-quality footage that the editing team can hardly keep up. We’ve enough waiting to be edited for another four episodes, maybe five or six at a push. But after that we’ll be doing something different.”

“Different? Oh Mistress Agatha, please, let me continue, we’ll work hard and I know Max can…”

“Victoria, calm yourself, it’s okay, I’m not taking Max away from you, quite the opposite in fact. I’ve told you how popular you and Max are, but I’m not sure you fully understand just how popular. You and Max are stars, to say you are famous is an understatement.”

“Famous? But, I…um..oh my gosh. I’d never thought about being famous, I just presumed doggy sex was a niche thing that was only watched by a few people.”

“It has been growing in popularity for some time, hence why I’ve focused my attention on this venture, I have a few other similar markets I operate in as well. People all over the world are paying to see you, Sarah and Max”

“I don’t know what to say, I’m surprised people like it so much. May I ask, does this mean that you’ve earned the money back you paid for me and Sarah?”

For a horrible moment I thought I’d overstepped the mark but Mistress Agatha laughed, “My dear girl, I doubled my money on you after the second episode was released. Nevertheless, I understand why you ask, you want to know if this means you’ll have your freedom back?”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean…”

She held her hand up to stop me talking, “No, no, it’s only natural to want to know your fate. I need to go away for a few days, why don’t you come with me? I’d like your opinion on something and it’ll give us a chance to discuss your future.”

“Take a trip?”

“Uh-huh, just for a few days.”

“May I ask, Sarah, um…”

“Sarah will stay here. Oh, don’t worry, no harm will come to her, she’s nowhere near as popular as you, not by a long shot, but she’s still a very valuable asset. I have a vested interest in her safety.”

“Thank you so much, it means a lot to me to know we’re safe.”

“So you’ll come with me on the trip then?”

It was a daft question, it wasn’t like I had a choice but even if I did I wasn’t going to miss a chance to get off the island for a while.

“Yes, of course, thank you. Where are we going?”

“Your home city, London.”