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PlanetDweller's Weekly Erotic Story Vignette ~ February 7, 2004
Rex, My King (MF, beast, dog, heavy BDSM, rom, romance, very politically
incorrect, commodities trading)
By
PlanetDweller
"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 the 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 twentyfour, 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, eh 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 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, hardworking 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.
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