Crazy Eight

15 - Cathy’s Story

As you know, I love to read as well as listen to classical music, and I often relax listening to a symphony or curled up reading a good book. As time developed, I moved to book readers and then found I could go online and read stories there. As I scoured the internet, I moved from more mainstream sites to smaller sites where new and upcoming writers posted their stories.

These sites had stories that were adult in content, and as I read more and delved deeper, they became more adult in nature. I learnt about things I had never even dreamed about, sex with so many different combinations, I started to see people differently as I wondered what secrets they hid, what dark desires lurked in their souls.

I would be a liar if I said these stories didn’t affect me, and I found myself reading semi-naked with a hand inside my panties, or even with no panties, using a toy or whatever came to hand. Then one day, I discovered a story site that housed many talented writers who wrote in a myriad of genres. I read a long series that had the central characters in a variety of differing sexual scenarios, many of which included dogs.

I thought I should be horrified, but to my shock, I wasn’t; if anything, I found the taboo nature fascinating. It was no doubt the lure of the forbidden that made me read more and more. In mainstream sites, letters to the authors vanished into the ether like smoke in the wind, but here it was different. I found one writer, a woman, who wrote a multitude of stories on the subject, and it was clear that some were from personal experience. I wrote to her, thanking her for her fascinating and evocative work and to my pleasant surprise, she replied.

We corresponded for a while, and then she offered to write a story that would star me and my desires. I opened my soul to her, revealing my darkest secrets which she weaved into the most erotic story I had ever read. She captured perfectly my craving to be commanded to undertake acts that I outwardly protested against, but inside, secretly craved. In the climax of the story, the character representing me is fucked on stage by a dog in front of an audience. When I read it for the first time, I came as soon as I had finished the last line, as my fingers had been strumming my clit. When I read it the second and third time, I made myself sore from the number of times I fingered myself to a climax. I was that character being described, and I knew that I desperately wanted to be her.

We chatted online, and I told her how excited I was about the story, and she asked me quite bluntly if I would like to make it real. At first, I tried to laugh it off, saying we were probably at either end of the country, but she pointed out that when we had chatted, it sounded like we were actually closer than we were. It became like a game of cards where each of you reveals a little bit more. It started with us both naming the same nearby large town, and from there we realised we must be close.

She was single, vague about her occupation, but very open about the fact that she enjoyed dog sex and helping others discover those forbidden pleasures. I had chatted and read about Domme/sub relationships and asked her openly if she would be my Mistress, but she was non-committal in her response.

It was me who suggested we talk on the phone, and after a slight pause, she agreed. When we talked, she sounded kind, and I detected a slight northeastern accent adding a pleasant lilt to her voice. We talked about her experiences and my desires, and listening to her describe how her dog fucked her, I couldn’t help but start to touch myself. When she suggested moving from an audio call to a video call, it was totally natural to comply.

We looked at each other in silence for a moment, and then she smiled as she called me by name. Not the name of the character in the book, nor the screen name I had given myself, but my real name. It dawned on me that we had met, just briefly, a few months before at a social function at the local church. As I racked my brain trying to remember her name, I blushed as the vision of the chocolate Labrador that was with her popped into my head.

“Rocky,” I blurted out, and she laughed. It wasn't an unkind laugh or a timid laugh; it was a laugh that had a sexual undertone to it. She smiled as she confirmed that was the name of her dog and that her name was Julie, passing a joke that Rocky must have had more impact than she did. I would have placed her in her mid-40s, and she had long auburn hair that fell naturally past her shoulders with the most piercing blue eyes you have seen.

I was very comfortable about going to her house to meet her, although extremely nervous, bearing in mind our online discussions. After we had arranged a date and time, she told me that she would agree to my request to be my Mistress on the understanding that it started the moment I walked through the door and would continue until she decided it was over.

Her house was immaculate, but there seemed to be very little in the way of personal items. It was like walking into a show home where everything was perfect, though I didn’t really notice that much as my gaze was fixed on Rocky.

His coat was the colour of rich velvety chocolate, and it gleamed like it was made of burnished dark copper. He sat on his haunches regarding me with those soft brown eyes that seemed so deep and intense, making me feel like he was staring into my brain and reading my thoughts. Maybe he was, as his red cock started to emerge from its hairy sheath, and I felt myself colour up.

Julie laughed as she saw what was happening and remarked that Rocky always reacted that way around a new bitch that he was going to fuck. Her words didn’t shock me or offend me, as I knew at that very moment it was true. When she looked at me, her eyes seemed to pierce my soul and penetrate my very being, capturing me as hers forever.

“Well, strip off then,” she said in the same offhand tone as you might offer someone a cup of tea. I had to comply, not because she ordered it, not even because I wanted it, but because it was the right thing to do. As I stood there naked in front of her and Rocky, I felt like Alice plunging down the rabbit hole, and it was the greatest feeling in the world.

Her gaze ran over me, and I could feel my anxiety rising as I hoped and prayed inside that she approved of what she saw. When she had finished her visual assessment, she tutted as she said, “Shave.” I wasn’t hairy down below, more natural with some light waxing on the bikini line, but she didn’t approve. I shaved fully the next morning and have stayed that way ever since.

“I am happy enough, I guess the question is how Rocky feels,” she said casually, “But before he fucks you, he should taste you.”

As she fastened a band of black silk over my eyes, she explained that if one sense is deprived, then it increases the intensity of the remaining senses. She instructed me to kneel with my ass resting on my heels and my knees spread wide apart until my inner thighs ached. Then, placing my upper arms on my thighs with the palms of my hands upwards, she explained that this was the Nadu position, and I should assume whenever commanded. She explained there were other positions I would learn in time, but this would be a start.

Of course, with my legs this far apart, my pussy scent must have been filling the room. I heard her laugh gently and tell Rocky that he would have to be patient, but soon he could claim his new bitch. Then I felt something being held under my nose, and I sniffed deeply, inhaling the deep, rich aroma. Her voice was tinged with both sadness and inevitability as she told me that this was a crop, an instrument of both pain and pleasure.

I felt the tip tap on my left breast and then trace down my belly to my pussy, the flat leather tongue drawing up through my lips, making me moan with pleasure. Then, as fast as lightning, it moved from my pussy to my buttocks in a sharp stinging slap that sent white lights through my brain. I gasped as my ass throbbed, and she reminded me that I should always obey her without question or hesitation.

She instructed me that now I should learn the position for Rocky. First, I was on all fours, but then, while keeping my ass high, I pressed my head and breasts to the floor. My knees were parted, and as she drew the tip through my folds, she told me that this was the bitch position. I felt the tip of the crop leave my pussy, and I braced myself for another strike, but what came next was imprinted on my brain forever.

Rocky’s long tongue lapped under, caressing my clit, passing through my pussy lips and over my ass. It was as if someone had taken sandpaper and dipped it in honey, giving a soft yet rough feeling all in one go. Before my mouth could articulate what my brain was feeling, Rocky did it again, but this time his tongue pushed inside like a writhing snake. I screamed…I yelled…I moaned…until finally, I orgasmed, pushing my ass back towards the snout of this amazing dog.

She issued a curt command, and Rocky stopped his licking and must have moved away for a moment. The sting of the crop on my ass made me yelp in shock as she explained firmly that, should I wish to orgasm at any time, I should seek her permission. Then she asked me if I was ready to be fucked, and I surprised myself how quickly and loudly I said yes. She knelt next to me and stroked my cheek, gazing into my eyes, telling me kindly that, as it was my first time, I was free to cum when I wished.

Then she issued a command, and Rocky was on my back, his cock jabbing as it sought my cunt. She reached between issuing calming words to Rocky as she placed the tip at my entrance before releasing him. It was like a super-charged flesh rocket had been released as Rocky started to fuck me fast and hard, his cock going deeper with each frantic thrust. I was so grateful for her advance permission to cum as I started to orgasm just from his initial fucking. My brain turned to mush, as did the words tumbling from my mouth, but then a sharp pain made me yelp in alarm. Suddenly, I felt like I was being ripped apart as I started to experience the reality of the knot for the first time.

I could smell her perfume as she leaned close, telling me to relax, her hand reaching under to caress my clit. As I took a deep breath, Rocky pushed his knot in, and I felt it swell even more as he sealed himself in. She must have sensed my panic as she oozed soft words of reassurance in my ear, telling me the best was yet to cum.

She was right, of course, as that first pulse against my g-spot was sublime, followed by a spurt inside of his seed. This was quickly followed by another, making me groan and then another as Rocky throbbed and pulsed inside me. The time between each jet became longer, and I could feel Rocky’s beating heart against my back, his soft panting in my ear. As her fingers deftly manipulated my clit, enhancing my pleasure, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.

My euphoria was interrupted by a sharp pain as I felt Rocky tug at my insides, and her attentions turned from me to him. She spoke softly and gently to both of us, and I felt his sharp tugs subside. Her hand rubbed my lower belly, and suddenly, in a whoosh, I was empty as he pulled free, leaving a great void inside. With the weight gone from my back, the danger of me collapsing vanished, and then I felt breath on my sensitive pussy lips.

This wasn’t the heavy panting of Rocky but lighter, more measured breathing. I could feel the copious amount of seed Rocky had pistoned into me starting to slide out, and then I felt her tongue. Unlike Rocky’s firm lashing, this was gentler, as her tongue poked and probed, seeking and swallowing every drop of seed she could find. When her appetite was sated, she issued another command, and Rocky took over. After her delicate probing, like a gentle summer breeze, this was like being hit by a hurricane sweeping down from the mountains. By the time he had finished, there was no seed inside me, of that I was certain.

After my brain had returned to planet Earth and my body stopped shaking, she removed the blindfold and smiled at me, issuing the command, “Nadu.”

I scrambled to my knees, eager to please her and mumbled a ‘yes’ then heard a whistling sound as the crop moved through the air, stopping just millimetres from my right nipple.

Her tone was as she said, “This is the one error I will allow you, as you have pleased Rocky.” I glanced at Rocky, who had curled up with his head on his paws, his eyes half closed. Her tone moved to steel as she went on, “But from now you will always address me as Mistress.”

I smiled happily as I felt a sense of inner calm wash through me and said clearly and firmly, “Yes, Mistress.”

*****

The next year was the most fulfilling of my life. I would go to her house and strip before entering, then as soon as she saw me, I would assume the ‘Nadu’ position until she would ruffle my hair and congratulate me. Seeing her happy and hearing the pleasure in her voice was reward enough for me, but when I told her that, she laughed and said, “But it’s not reward enough for Rocky.” Then Rocky would lick me before mounting me and fucking my brains out.

She tried to teach me orgasm denial, which I could achieve when I masturbated for her entertainment, or Rocky licked me, but I could never manage it with Rocky fucking me, to the point she gave up trying. She would laugh softly and tell me what a rubbish Domme she was, far too soft, and I, of course, would disagree, protesting she was wonderful.

She taught me a variety of positions, including one I loved called display. I would lift my ass from the ground while keeping my shoulders in contact with the floor. At the same time, I planted the soles of my feet firmly on the ground with my knees and ankles wide apart. Rocky loved me in this position as he could have free access to my cunt and would lick and lap until I would beg her to let me cum. Once I had cum, I would seek permission to assume the breeding position. She would often torture me by acting like she hadn’t heard, or didn’t understand what I meant, or even questioning whether I deserved it. Rocky would be dancing from paw to paw in excitement, nudging me with his nose to assume the position, not understanding what was happening.

Finally, she would relent, and as I lifted my ass in the air, I would be thanking her over and over. As an afterthought, she would give me permission to cum almost before Rocky mounted, half because she knew I would start cumming the moment he entered me. After one particularly fulfilling session on a Wednesday evening, she told me that I would be unable to have sex with Rocky until Saturday. I knew better than to question her, but she must have sensed my disappointment as she explained it would be the same for Rocky. Then, almost as an afterthought added, but you are to come here every evening until Friday.

The next day, I went to her house in the evening as normal and stripped at the door before kneeling before her. She looked at me and smiled with the same smile you see on a cat before it devours a mouse. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I saw that Rocky was in a dog cage on the opposite side of the room. The cage was big enough for him to move around in, which is exactly what he was doing in an agitated manner.

“Display,”

I jumped to position with my pussy pointing directly at Rocky, whose nose was twitching as he detected my arousal. In a calm voice, she explained that I was to play with myself but stop before I came. I assumed that this was our normal tease before allowing Rocky to fuck me, but I didn’t realise just how wrong I was.

For the next two hours, I brought myself to almost a climax with my fingers, stopping just before I came. She would allow me to compose myself before making me repeat the process. After two hours, my body was slick with sweat, and my legs were trembling as I begged and pleaded to be allowed to cum. At the same time, Rocky was trying his best to burst through the door of the cage to get to his bitch, his cock spraying pre-cum everywhere.

I stood unsteadily and couldn’t restrain my little whine of protest when she told me to dress and go home. The crop whistled, and I yelped in pain as a red welt appeared on my right ass cheek, but before I could speak, an equal red mark was drawn on my other ass cheek.

“We agreed you would comply without question and in return I would always do what is best for you…or perhaps you want to fuck off now?”

I had to bite back my tears as I stammered, “Sorry, Mistress,” but she had already walked away.

The next evening, I returned and stripped quietly before kneeling in ‘Nadu’ waiting for her to speak. Rocky was in his cage again, and as soon as he saw me, he rose and pressed his snout to the bars.

She made a comment about me returning and assumed that I was still interested in finding out what Saturday would bring. I kept my eyes down as I said, “Yes Mistress.”

She placed the tip of the crop under my chin and lifted my head until I was staring into her ice-blue eyes. “Are you mine?”

She told me later that there is a point in every D/s relationship where the sub truly submits their very soul into the hands of the dominant. It is that point where the dominant accepts responsibility for both lives that are now interwoven forever. I stared into her eyes and said with utter conviction, “Yes Mistress.”

She smiled, but this was a warm smile, one of true love, and from the table beside her, she picked up a delicate and exquisitely tooled leather dog collar. Placing it around my neck, she whispered softly, “Only I can ever remove this,” and I thought my heart would burst with joy.

Turning my head with her crop, I could see there was a large dog cock shaped dildo attached to a small coffee table by a suction cup. It was close enough to the cage for Rocky to smell me, but what confused me was that next to the dildo was a leather mask. She told me to put on the mask and then smile for the camera as she indicated the webcam that was attached to Rocky’s cage, pointing at the table.

I knew what she expected of me, and straddling the dildo, I eased it into myself, squatting down as it slipped in. The red light was on the webcam, indicating it was operating, but whether it was recording or going out live to the internet, I had no idea…and nor did I care. My only focus was to make her proud of me and, of course, not cum.

By the time an hour had passed, my thighs were on fire. I was that open, that the knot on the base of the dildo was slipping easily into me. The coffee table had pools of my juices in puddles, and the dildo was gleaming and slick.

Rocky was almost biting through the bars to get to me, and I felt like I would pass out soon.

She asked softly if my cunt was getting sore, and not seeing the trap, I told her it was. I sighed with relief when she ordered me to remove it from my cunt. Her next words almost made me baulk, but I obeyed her command to put it in my ass.

Placing the tip at my anal opening, I pushed down and had to grit my teeth to avoid crying out in pain. Increasing my downward pressure, I felt it slip deeper into my ass until finally, I could feel the knot touching my ass. I shivered as she told me to ride the dildo until I could take the knot.

At first, the pain was immense, but I kept going, lifting and dropping, feeling my ass relax. The longer I kept fucking it, the better it felt until I started to have the problem of not cumming. A couple of times, I had to pause before continuing until finally, I let out a cry of success as the knot entered my anal ring. I squatted, panting in triumph, my legs shaking as I waited for her next command. Instead, she instructed me to dress and go home, assuring me that tomorrow I would get what I desired.

On Saturday night, I was trembling as I stripped, wondering what she had in store for me this time, and what she meant by, “what I desired.” She had left the mask from the night before, and I donned it before walking into the room.

I paused in my step as I realised she wasn’t alone, as sitting around the room were around a dozen people talking quietly. In the background was a large television playing my dildo performance at a reduced volume. When I entered, they stopped talking, and regaining my composure, I continued my walk before assuming the ‘Nadu’ in front of her. There was a murmur of approval as she stood telling them that I was the star of the show, and they were free to take pictures or video,s but needed to be careful to only show the performers.

She ushered them into the large orangery where chairs had been arranged in a semi-circle around a slightly raised platform…a stage. My heart fluttered almost as much as my pussy did as it sunk in that she had arranged my ultimate fantasy. In the cage next to the stage was Rocky, his paws bound in socks to keep them fastened, and he started to strain against the bars as he smelt me.

She instructed me to assume the position as she explained to the audience that not only had Rocky not mated in three days, but his bitch had been teasing him. There was a slight ripple of laughter as she said she wasn’t sure who was the most eager, the dog or the bitch. Based on the fluids trickling down my inner thighs, I thought I might be winning that contest, but looking at Rocky’s cock that was spraying pre-cum, I wasn’t so sure.

I heard the bolt on his cage click open and braced myself as Rocky almost flew across that short distance. He didn’t bother licking but just mounted, obviously eager to get his cock into his bitch before it was taken away. His first jab missed my pussy and entered my ass, but he wasn’t happy with his position, so he withdrew while he shuffled his rear paws. It dawned on me that with his eagerness, no hole would be safe tonight, which was why Mistress had me prepare in case he decided on anal.

On his second attempt, he found my cunt, and I groaned loudly as he grabbed my hips before levering himself in.


*****

Then one day, totally out of the blue, I heard my doorbell ring, and she was standing there. I don’t think she had ever been to my house before, but I hurriedly invited her in. Without preamble, she simply announced she had to leave. She didn’t say why, but she did say that she had a present for me. While I was trying to compute the enormity of her bombshell, she passed me the leash to Rocky’s collar. As I held it dumbfounded, she passed over a folder of paperwork covering ownership and details of paid-up insurance. Then, in one of the saddest moments of my life, she removed the collar from around my neck, telling me gently that I was released.

I wanted to protest…to argue…to weep and beg, but she just held up her hand, leaned forward and kissed me on the top of my head, and then she was gone. I wrapped my arms around Rocky and cried into his fur until there were no more tears. Rocky looked at me with compassion so removing my clothes I assumed the breeding position, sighing with sadness yet happiness as he mounted and entered me.