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Submitted by Rose on 26/Jul/2005 in reply to humans having sex with animals posted by Rose on 26/Jul/2005
It was so humiliating that it was transcendentally glorious. I was snaffled to a tether on the floor, my face pulled down leaving my butt in the air. Tan dog suit with long ears and tail attached. I had, left to me, none of the arrogance of you humans, and none of the dignity of an animal.
Amy's hand reached under my crotch, my itching crotch and undid the velcro closure. We'd made that so I could use the toilet while wearing the suit. Using the toilet? That had long since going in the run, squatting and cleaning up after myself, I was my own bitch and mistress for that. The ideal doggie. The dog selected was named Willis. Sort of nondescript, but ready, and large enuff to soothe my itch, we both imagined.
Amy tried to get him to mount, but he became ONLY interested in the panty liner which he pulled out of my suit. There was a struggle, which I could not see, to dispose of it. Willis liked it. Me? I was looking at the floor. I could smell the wax that I had applied, but that seemed unreal. Another lifetime, or was it a movie I had watched?
And I could smell myself. Myself? Only a bitch or maybe 5 bitches smelled like this. And that smelled aroused me too. Made me furiously impatient about the brouhaha going on in the room. Now Willis was again being teased up on my back, but alas, seemd determined to look for more panty liners. Once when his foot passed before me I snapped at it and made him yelp and return to his corner.
There was a loud crash! I was slapped on the butt with a rolled newspaper. It did not hurt, but I felt stripped and helpless. Also confused. I'd always thot Doctor Maya and I were toghter. Now she was a brutal Frau Doktor, abusing me. Maybe I shouldn't bite. Again Willis tried to mount. Amy had me spread my knees, pushing them apart with the rolled newspaper. What a horrid weapon. More fitted to be a toy, but by mutual consent we have seemed to have progressed it into a weapon fit for the inquisition. My knees didn't like the position, and drew back together. She raised the newspaper, and I squeaked like a terrorized bitch. It was the only response to which I was capable.
Doc left the room for a minute. Willis took the opportunity to lick my face and tongue my mouth, then he moved behind me and explored with his tongue. Deeply. Amy returned, shooed him away amd placed a cushion from the couch between my knees. This kept my knees apart, and also raised Willis the runt a little. I opened my mouth to laff. I had just thot to myself, this is what comes from dating short guys. My mouth opened and in shot Willis' tongue coated with my deepest secrets. A sickening bitch scent which I think I was now secreting in my own nasty way. I yelled and was again exploded by the newspaper. I shuddered as Frau Doktor demanded silence. I couldn't shut up, but I kept it to an impatient whine, while trying to get the rotten taste from my mouth. I decided that Willis was one sick puppy. Willis and rose! A fitting pair.
Now Willis was on me, almost driving me to the floor. Doc's hand was feeling my bottom. The smoothe, cool latex felt so sweet. Like a safe harbour. Then it was holding something, impatiently stuffing it into me.
Willis entered like the arrow of Cupid. So that was that allegory was all about! I did not luxuriate in feelings. I only growled and reared back, rubbing inside against the itch which could still not be relieved. I bucked and Willis drove deep, and Amy held us together. The marriage did not last.
Finally an ehausted Willis was returned to the kennels, and I was unsnapped and led to the exam room. I refused to rise from my hands and knees for the trip. Amy dragged me by the leash and kept me at a distance with the rolled newspaper. Since I was a bitch I was trying to bite her ankles.
She got me up an a table and gave me a sedative, and massaged me with the latex smoothe hand. I felt better, finally relieved.
I still couldn't lick my bottom.
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