The most amazing thing about this story by former ASSTR author known as PlanetDweller is that I've been
a good friend of his for decades now and personally KNOW as much as anyone can know another human being
is that PD has ZERO experience in bestiality of any kind and did this story as much as a fun writing
exercise yet when he ran it by a mutual friend who actually was a real-life "dog Master" our friend
pronounced it to be uncannily accurate in its description of hot dogsex, the kicker being PeeDee to my
knowledge had never even seen any kind of dogporn not even the famous Linda Lovelace film. When you add
in his interlacing of the storyline of the dogsub being a successful commodities trading executive in
her daylife and dogfucker in her nightlife, the story comes out as being a purely almost joyful
exuberance of how someone made a conscious choice to be who they are, damn any and everyone else's
opinions, and within the framework of the plot it comes across as being VERY believable indeed.
.~ ~ ~ AlphaBettaFish,
curator of PlanetDweller's story archive
Rex, My King
(MF, beast, dog, heavy BDSM, rom, romance,
very politically incorrect,
commodities trading)
By
PlanetDweller
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"Carol, did you ever reach Biallasian in Zurich? And what about the long-put contract for
a hundred silver Dutch to Sarna in Amsterdam?"
"No, Miss Fisler, Bial' won't be in for another two hours, and Sarna closed early for their
national independence day."
"Damn, that's right forgot about that, leave notes to Bill for when he arrives shortly, you
know I always leave an hour early on Friday evening."
"Yes Miss Fisler."
"You do a wonderful job, Carol" we speaking through our Merlin headsets though her
desk and mine were separated by only ten feet of distance and one thin office wall and a
world of difference in responsibility apart "I'm seriously considering you to replace
Barbara when I fire her the beginning of next quarter because she's not been giving her
position her all. Oh. speaking of that, did she fire the two morons Jimbo in Corporate, I
think they were his relatives somehow, hired last month to keep the T1's and intranet
going?"
"Yes, she did, yesterday. You told me this morning if you hadn't mentioned it by now
that the new candidate for the gold options derivatives desk should have been here at
3:00PM."
"And you've not seen him?"
"No, ma'am."
"Give him another five minutes and if he doesn't show up by the time I'm heading for the
elevator, if he shows up later then tell him he's fired before he's even hired, can you
handle that, Carol?"
"Certainly. Before you leave, you also netmailed me earlier today about the three boats of
Kruggerrands up for private auction through the Seng Sei brokerage in Hong Kong. I've
been watching the secure Bloomberg ticker for you and with two-thirty-seven to go
they're up to three-ninety-one-whole-and fifty-two-change USD; any instructions on this
before you leave?"
"How much positive cash balance current in our Asian desk?"
"Thirty-four and six-zeros and change."
"That's low. Liquidate whatever Australian gold hardnumber calls we have at market and
put the proceeds in and then memo Bill to bid three-ninety-four-and-one-penny and
thirty-nine decimal and not one penny more. It's four o'clock on the dot and I'm out of
here" placing my headset on my desk and kissing my dearest young protégé' on the
cheek as my office door open and closed one last time for the week, my hand touching
her shoulder too, she smelling nicely of faint Poison perfume.
Sure, it's strange to lock yourself in your office for a typical ten-hour day and
never come face-to-face with your admin-assistant except when she brings your lunch in
even though her desk is just three paces away through your office door, but I don't
exactly have a normal career position, either.
At twenty-nine and counting down to the big three-o just a couple of months
away, at least I was happy, actually blissful in my career. Daddy taught me well, learning
at his side when he was the southeastern US branch for SwissBanc USA in Miami where
I was born before we moved to Charlotte in North Carolina when I was eight, after what
was then Bank Of America now BancShares since the merger bought SwissBanc out and
made Daddy and Mother reasonably wealthy people. After the merger and buyout, he
made even more millions doing what he loved and did best for SwissBanc, trading in
currencies and precious metals, my fascination always being with the shiny side as
opposed to the paper side of the business. After my MBA from Duke when I was twenty-
four, yes, Daddy pulled a couple of strings so I could get my foot in the door here but my
first year's peformance-based bonus was close to three-fifty and hardchange and
zooooommmmmm within two years I had earned my way to the chair of the precious
metals hedge desk at BancShares, playing high-stakes poker with hundreds of millions of
dollars of Banc's money every day and while losing sometimes on a single play,
everyone does, I always win in the end, in the longer-term. Speaking of feet in the door?
"Janna, do you have a minute?"
"It's four o'clock and you know I always leave by now on Fridays, Robert?" my irritation
rising as technically my boss but who always defers to my decisions, Robert James
Presson The Third, veep of hard asset management for BancShares, now dares pester me
as I press the elevator button hard for the third time.
"Just a minute, Janna, if you please. We have a mini-meltdown looming. London
palladium's down fifteen and thirty-one thirty-seconds since two p.m. eastern and it looks
like it's in freefall and we took long position on eighteen short boats for six months out
three weeks ago. We're looking at eight-mid-zero losses if it continues. I need you to get
back in your office right now and handle this, Janna."
Jesus help me! He does this to me every single Friday, tries to get me to stay for
some cockamamie reason when he knows, KNOWS I'm outta here regardless at four
sharp. It's not like I don't work eight to six or longer Monday through Thursday. He
needs to get a life, however compromised and abbreviated, just like I have.
"It's just the stupid war in Iraq that's about over, Robert. Palladium is used in all sorts of
arms and munitions and this is a natural correction. Stay cool, don't do a thing, it'll
bounce back way before we need to put on the contracts. Just calm down, it'll be okay.
See you Monday, have a good weekend!" shoving my foot into the frame of the elevator,
darting into it before he could burp another word at me.
Damn. Fifteen after four and I'm not even out of the employee's underground
parking deck. Master will not be pleased. Come on, BMW horses, gallop your gal fast to
her Master, that's what I bought you for! At least the traffic on Independence Blvd. had a
couple of holes to zip in and out of as I made my way to Master's favorite restaurant at
St. Charles' Plaza.
Whewwww! Four-forty-one, eleven minutes late, and no Master yet, thankfully
for me! He couldn't be late, ever. He was and is: my Master.
"Hi, good to see you again this Friday, the usual, you'll be wanting your usual table?"
Mr. Sanchez greeting me from behind his counter.
"Yes" as I handed him my customary twenty, letting him keep what little change there
would be from it "I see our table's empty, let me go grab it before someone else does,
Master wouldn't be pleased otherwise."
"No, Al wouldn't; I'll wait until he gets here to bring your food out to you."
"Thanks Mr. Sanchez, you're a sweetie" turning to make my way back to Master's
favorite booth.
"Al does a damn fine job with our lawn at the office and here too, he's a nice guy, and
you two make a handsome couple" I smiling a flash of thanks to him before darting into
the booth just before someone else wanted to sit down at it.
Five-o-nine and still no Master. I would wait for him until they shut the doors if
need be, and then wait in the car all night for after that if need be after that, too. He is my
Master after all. Mr. Sanchez brought a small Coke on the house out to me but I politely
refused. To eat before Master would simply be an insult to him.
Couldn't help but get little quivers of doubt if he would ever show up. Such is the
fate of a silly slave, to be simply left by her Master, not even put up for auction or given
to another Master as a gift.
He wouldn't do that to me. No, he wouldn't. He was too perfect. He was too
perfect for me, has been since the day we first meet when I hired him out of the Yellow
Pages to give me a quote on maintaining my lawn at my place over in Hennessey Falls,
which I bought with my bonus check from two years ago, the nice low-seven-figure-one
after taxes that year.
I was his slave at first sight, he my Master at first command, which took place
when he was yelling and screaming at big rock he had hit while hand-digging a hole for a
new elm tree sapling that needed planting and when asked if I could help, drug me down
into that hole with him, handing me shovel and telling me to help him dig, dig, dig. I
obeyed, obeyed, obeyed. I dug, dug, dug. And for the past year, close to it, I had been his
slave, slave, slave. And I couldn't have been happier, happier, happier!
Well, that's a slight fib. If he'd let me take care of him more, let me buy him nice
things, let me buy him a nice new truck for his landscaping business, and dare I say it, if
he would collar me one day, then yes, I'd be even happier. A slave's lot is to obey and
never question. Ask, respectfully, once, maybe. But never question her Master's
judgment or voice.
The sound of his old truck with the bad muffler that needed replacing loudly
farting away as he pulled to the back of his, our, favorite Hardee's, the sight of my
Master driving past our window as I gazed through it from inside, he waving at me from
outside, his almost-equal loyal and companion to me, his/our mixed German Shepherd
"Rex" on the other side of the seat his constant companion, the painted sign on the side of
his truck showing their line-drawn painted portrait images together as their logo, "Rex &
King Landscaping & Maintenance", the inside joke being that Rex is actually the canine
and King, my Master who is known to the world as Al King, is the human. God, does
Master really know what I would give also to be his and Rex's bitch, serving and
servicing them both for the rest of my life, riding around in the truck with them all day
long and being their service bitch by night?
"Thanks, Greg, hard week?" Master spoke to Mr. Sanchez as he brought our "usual" over
to our table.
"Nah, Al, 'bout the same, and you?"
"Got three new clients this week. I can finally afford to get my Remington Model 700 out
of hock" Mr. Sanchez standing there for a second.
"That's good. Oh, call me tomorrow at home if you would, my sister-in-law's cousin
might want to hire you to do some sodding at her vacation place up near place near
Burnsville."
"Can't do it, Greg, I'm getting 'Betsy' out of hock this evening and then am going deer
hunting tomorrow. Can you give me the information now?"
"Uh-uh, it's at the house. Maybe call me Sunday afternoon, then?"
"Sure."
Master wolfed down his two chili-cheeseburgers as I nibbled on my chicken
sandwich.
"You have a good week, Jana?" his tone nice, his manner polite as it always is.
"Yes Master, I triple-played two gold contracts on the South African exchange which
made the company . . . " he giving me a stern look before I could finish my sentence.
"Slave, I've told you, I don't understand what you do, don't want to, so, don't try to
confuse me."
"Yes Master, I mean, no Master, I didn't, wouldn't" he cracking a slight grin as his dirty
right hand filthy with the evidence of his honest toil shoved several soggy fries into his
mouth.
"I asked, Janna, how was your week, not what you did this week?" he playfully grabbing
a tit through my hundred-dollar-plus DKNY blouse and twisting it hard, the dirt from his
work but not his heart smearing brown into the thin fabric, like I cared, like I cared if he
ruined the blouse or if anyone took notice of him doing so.
I smiled. He smiled back. I was happy again.
"My week was excellent, Sir. My period began on Monday and I think has about stopped
now. Just a little spotting when I checked at lunch. Master, why didn't you tell me you
had pawned your 'Betsy', you know I would have . . . " a firm hand with a firm but not
hard swing catching my left cheek open-palmed, hard enough to get my attention and
leave a handprint but not hard enough to hurt me.
"If you ever, ever question me like that again, let alone in a public place, slave, I shall sell
you to Mitch so you can become one of the whores at his stable who work out of his bar,
do you, slave, understand?" his eyes more disappointed than angry.
"Yes, Master, your slave understands" my eyes firmly fixed down at the table now before
he touched my chin to indicate that I could look up again.
"Grab Rex's burger, Betsy's over at Forest Pawn just around the corner of the shopping
center here, park you car in the usual spot and then hop in" he rising to leave, me
following.
"Yes, Master."
Rex wagged his tail as I brought his usual Friday afternoon burger out to him,
feeding it to him before I got back in my BMW to leave it parked out in the sea of asphalt
the other side of the Hardee's at St. Charle's Plaza, Master pulling up beside my car as I
got my weekend bag from the trunk and locked everything up before jumping in the back
of his truck amidst his shovels and picks and rakes and bags of fertilizer. Then a minute
later, the pawn shop, and a forty-minute drive out to his modest but well-kept old country
home near Monroe outside of Charlotte, the view of strangers seeing me well-dressed in
my business clothes in the back of Master's truck always drawing the odd glance or two
but I not caring in the least.
"Shall I commence, Master?" as my clothes of the world outside were quickly stripped as
soon as we got inside and my uniform of servitude, actually an old sweatsuit that he and
Rex both like dand was also very functional was fished from my weekend bag. My
padded panties now on the floor, they always giving Rex a rise but seldom Master, he,
Rex, not Master, sniffing at them but not chewing at them as he sometimes does.
"No, slave, you broke the rules twice at Hardee's and you must be punished. To the
room."
My nakedness was strapped his St. Anne's Cross, my back to him. My mouth,
gagged. My eyes, blindfolded. His single-tail whip, finding my back and buttocks. One,
then five, then, twenty full-swung strokes, then silence as he untied me from my wooden
cross-stocks. I hadn't cried, not at all. I wouldn't cry, not at all. Never. Master doesn't
like it when I cry. So, I don't. His finger jammed inside me, he sniffing it, then making
me lick it clean as he went back to the living room and put on a porn tape.
He didn't say a word to me as I put on my old jogging suit and began cleaning up
the, our, house some. First, his bathroom in his, on the weekends our, bedroom. Then the
kitchen where I finished loading the dishwasher for him and starting its cleaning cycle.
"Another beer, slave!" he barked, I fetching him an Old Milwaukee as his eyes never met
mine, his attention on the boring porno, I returning to my duties.
Next, vacuuming of the floors, then, dusting of all the furniture. Done. His
attention, none. Jogging suit now doffed off, my naked body his to do with as he wished,
I assumed my position, near him, next to the couch, kneeling, facing away.
"Couch, now, slave" he pulling at my hair to bring me to him.
I always loved this part. His attention, only. He kissed me deeply as he held me in
his arms, Rex coming over to sniff at my bottom, his cold nose always making me flinch
a little, Master holding me close to him in his arms as he kissed me. God, why didn't,
why wouldn't, why hadn't Master collared me too like he had done Rex so long ago?
"Kiss me, slave, I said, kiss me, deeper!"
"Yes Master!" my tongue now going to his throat as his had been down mine a moment
ago, his hands tenderly caressing me, his lips to mine perfectly. God, he always made me
so happy! I kissed him deeper still somehow, his tongue shoved back to my mouth, I
sucking on it like it was his cock. I knew that this would be the last kiss I'd get this
weekend. I made the most of it.
"Suck it!"
I knew he didn't mean his tongue or his finger. His member, hard. Rex, nearby, in
front of us near the television, knowing better than to interrupt us and make Master
angry, waiting his turn. My sucking, as good as I could do even though I'm not the best
cocksucker or slave Master has had, he's told me so. No matter. He is Master, and with
him, the past doesn't matter.
"All fours!" I adjusting myself so my chest was against the back of the couch, Master
standing to my rear, his cock being shoved inside me.
"Tighten that cunt up, bitch! You've got to do better than that, you're too sloppy! Are
you bleeding again?" his irritation, loud.
"Yes Master, I mean, no Master, my period's stopped, it's just my wetness from being
excited."
"Stop it then!" his open-palm slaps of my ass hard, stinging, raining hard against my
tender flesh.
"Yes, Master, I'm sorry" his cock shoved hard inside me, my cervix begging for mercy
but me telling it to shut the fuck up that we were pleasing Master. His pace, quickened,
his come, quicker, his finger shoved in my anus just because he can. Just because he's
Master. Just because I love him. This may or may not be all the sexual attention I would
receive from Master this weekend. This was the usual pattern. No matter. Master decides,
not I.
"Rex, your turn, boy", my hundred pounds of canine co-Master coming over to me as I
fished an alcohol swab from my bag, tearing it open before gently wrestling Rex to the
floor in front of Master, we playing like two old friends, which we were. Master smiled.
As Master had taught me to do, I swabbed Rex's nearly-fully-already-swollen
canine member with the alcohol swab and then latched on to it with my mouth. If a dog
can smile, really smile, then Rex always does when I give him head like this and when he
will fuck me shortly. Master's smile was breaking gentle open despite the fact he was still
trying to pretend he was still upset with me. Silly Master.
My fingers gently rubbed Rex's nub and angled shaft as my mouth continued its
work of joy, Rex making his gentle "ruff, reee-uffff!" sounds at times, sounds of "damn,
this rich white bitch is actually sucking my dog cock!" translated from dog-ese into
English. Such a silly but sweet co-Master, Rex-y was. His hips began thrusting too hard
forward and I knew it was time to switch.
"Beer, bitch." At least it was a good time to stop, I had to get ready to present myself to
Rex anyway shortly. Handing him a cold Corona fetched, Master slapped at my breasts
and pulled my nipples hard for his fun of it as I stood before him.
Of course I enjoyed the attention. It was attention from Master.
That's what I live for. That what's I would die for.
Rex panted next to me, his tail wagging, a string of drool now coming from his lower lip.
He is such a sweety.
Exactly two paces from Master, between him and the television, I knelt at a
ninety-degree angle, horizontal to Master, so he could watch both his porn and Rex screw
me. Rex was even harder if that was possible before I got up a minute ago to fetch
Master's beer but for some reason couldn't quite get it inside me. Oh. His knob was
swelling up a little too much as it is happened to do when he's about ready to come.
My shoulders down on the floor as flat as I could make them on the faded rug
smelling of beer and human and dog sex from weeks and months of encounters past, my
arm reached around a bit and opened my pussy up for my canine co-Master, the wetness
of my sloppy cunt that always displeases Master seemingly now coming into play as it
sometimes does, my hand working his slowly pushing dogcock inside me, it making a
little popping sound as he finally entered me fully as it sometimes does.
"You having a good time, boy? Fuck that bitch, she's yours all night if you want her" my
Master so sweet in his giving of me to his best friend.
Rex's paws scratched at my back and shoulders, his doggy nails long, needing
cutting some, the ends sharper than you'd think, as he attempted to mount me even higher
and deeper, my ass going as high as I could make it for him, my lust now wanton.
"Fuck me, fuck your bitch, fuck your bitch, pppleeeasssseeeee!"
Rex woofed at my begging and drove it home even harder, his knob now swollen
inside me, his member impossible now to leave the warmth of my love for him, not at
least until he calmed down some, his come filling my wanting womb with his love for me
and his, our, Master.
Staying on all fours, the freshly-vacuumed but still dirty carpet still smelly of
interspecies love, the deep grime in the worn fabric making my skin break out a little on
my chest and breasts as it always does like I really care, Master got up from the couch
and before I knew it, was handing me a beer.
He is so thoughtful and considerate.
See why I love him so much?
Rex woofed for a sip but Master hadn't brought his bowl into the living room so I
couldn't share it with him. Easing myself up just enough to be able to free one arm up to
grab the beer sitting next to me on the floor but not raising myself and thereby not
lowering my tail enough to accidentally cause Rex's cock any pain, I balanced myself
just enough to where I could turn my head sideways and take some long swigs. Nothing
like a cold Old Milwaukee to calm one down some after half an hour of beyond great
passionately exciting submissive bestial dog sex.
"Nice show, Rex, slave" Master speaking as he sat back down on the couch to watch
ESPN coming in over the satellite "slave, whenever Rex breaks free, go do yourself."
"Yes, Master" as Rex, now bored, tried to pull free but couldn't, his knob still too
swollen inside of me. Damn, this floor was so hard even with the carpet, it was making
my knees hurt, and it felt like Rex's fleas now crawling all over me. Oh, well, such is the
lot of dogfucking slut-slave which I'm proud to be, as long as it's what Master wants.
Finally free, finally a chance to go pee, take a shower, take a douche, brush my
teeth, mouthwash my mouth, brush my teeth again, douche again, do a couple of drops of
straight Binanca breath freshner, and take a shower once again. While Master seldom if
ever would kiss me on the mouth again for a given weekend after I had sucked Rex off, at
least I could be ready for Master should he ever decided for his lips to find mine that
weekend, again. Him fucking my mouth, me sucking him off, was different, since he
never kissed me after I sucked him off anyway, not until I had cleaned my mouth out
thoroughly, and this was his own, not Rex's, come we're talking about.
Fucking my pussy was a different story still. I knew Master only had one good
shot per several hours, meaning he probably wouldn't want to fuck me anymore that
night but hopefully might give me some nice domination and pain, but again, if I had any
chance of trying to seduce Master into putting his cock in my cunt, I knew I had better
have washed all of Rex's come out, hence the multiple douches over the half hour or so
making myself presentable again.
"Your show was okay tonight, slave, but when I'm gone hunting tomorrow, I want you to
play with Rex some more, work with him, figure out better ways to show me how much
of a true piece of ass you are, show me how much of a slut you really can be" he tying me
up clumsily with ropes as he prepared me to lay at the foot of his bed for sleep that night
alongside Rex.
"Yes, Master, I will try."
"Will you need to pee before morning?" duct tape being stuck on me in sensitive places
along with the rope bonds so he could have fun yanking it free from my skin later.
"No, Master, I don't think so."
"Good. I'll untie when I get ready to leave in the morning. You figure out how to let Rex
fuck you and you play with Rex to give me a better show while I'm gone" a blindfold
going over my eyes as he gently pushed my totally roped and duct-taped body down
beside my co-Master at the foot of our Master's bed.
"Yes, Master" I managed to get out before a piece of duct tape was slapped over my
mouth. Thank God I can usually, normally breath through my nose is all I have to say
about that!
My sleep was hard and deep. I dreamt about a church wedding downtown at St.
Michael's, Master and Rex and myself. Master was such a good, decent, honest, hard-
working man, I just knew Daddy would love him as much I did, if and when Master ever
decided he and Daddy would meet. At four a.m. I did get the urge to pee but managed to
hold it in. Licking your own pee off the floor let alone off of a reasonably filthy doggie
bed and blanket is no fun, not even for a slave.
"Time to go, slave, you and Rex have fun."
A free day with Rex, something I never had before. I put his leash on him and we
walked around the old farm property of Master's some, Rex tugging me this way and that
way. God, what I wouldn't do to have, to earn, a collar just like his, to be as equal with
Rex in my Master's eyes, I always sublimating my desires to his desires too, the wants
and lusts of my four-legged as well as my two-legged one.
In the living room, nice, easy play. Me naked, Rex naked, well, he is a dog after
all, he kind of stays naked all the time, when you think about it.
My hands and mouth constantly teasing him, teasing his perfectly large German
Shepherd-mix dog cock. Its texture, wonderful. Its smell, heavenly. Its taste, he leaking a
little pre-cum in my mouth just like our Master after a couple of hours of pleasing,
teasing freeplay, not at all as, well, morky as his normal come usually was.
Sitting on the floor just in front of the couch, leaning back into it, my legs open,
my pussy exposed, he trying to mount me from the front as I splayed my legs wide. His
doggie cock, teased to the point of near-exploding, his knob too big to force itself inside
my lubriciously flooding out cunt, I held him close to me, massively strong chest pressed
to mine, my arms around him, close. If I could make this work, this new position, I knew
it would please Master.
I scooted forward just a little more, threw one of the thread-bare old sofa cushions
underneath my tail so as to present my pussy as open as I could to Rex, he pushing down
and forward and pushing in his cock, finally, inside me, almost ripping me wide open but
I didn't care, his canine domination of me, complete. He had become my king. Our
Master would be pleased.
