Krystal followed her Master into the bedroom as he took her 
hand in his to lead her down the hallway.  Upon entering she  
noticed the room was awash in the glow of candlelight, their tiny 
flames cast flickering shadows over the walls as she saw the small  
pillars burning within their glass bowls all sat atop the bureau and  
shelves that lined the room.

The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine as the wax began  
to melt and pool within each of their containers and Krystal 
felt her knees began to weaken from the anticipation of what 
she'd waited all week for.

It was to be her night of the mating ritual.  
Master had explained everything that would take place. 
Giving her instruction and having her read of the experiences 
shared by other women and their canine lovers as she sat 
each night in front of her computer for no more or less than two  
hours during the evening prior to bed.

She was instructed to read and view the intimate details of 
the women who had chosen to share their most intimate secrets. 
This taboo desire to couple and mate with these canine beasts.  
Krystal was instructed NOT to cum as she read of their experiences, 
to not allow herself that pleasure but save herself for a night  
that would soon come. A night where she would be unspoiled and  
give total acceptance in her role as bitch to her beastial lover.

Upon the floor her Master had spread out a thick patchwork 
quilt large enough to cover a king size bed. Scattered over it  
were a dozen large pillows in various floral hues of orchid, rose,  
sunflower, lily, poppy and more. Beside the door which led to the  
master bathroom was a large kennel crate constructed of jet  
black enamel coated wire.

Within this crate she saw her dog, the Finnish Spitz they had  
both chosen to mate her. This animal so regal with tail held high  
in a curve that arched over it's back. It's coat a golden tan like  
that of roasted almonds with a snow white underbelly and fur that  
was thick yet silky to the touch.

Master had wanted her to enjoy the softness of the fur brushing 
over her naked skin as they coupled, this breed being extremely  
proud and masculine but without the coarseness and unpredictable 
nature that many a large breed had inherit within them.

She had chosen to call him Maximus, a victorious gladiator  
from the era of ancient Greece. During the month they had owned 
him Krystal had become familiar with his demeanor, finding her way  
of best handling him as she walked him daily and feed him his meals  
twice a day. How they frolicked within the enclosed backyard where  
she would play bow to him.

On hand and knee she would stroke his muzzle, kiss his cool damp 
nose and often flick her tongue across his to tease him, to arouse 
him and then turn her ass to him that he could practice mounting her. 
She was also instructed to wear clothing while doing this, to only gain  
his respect and peak his desire to want full penetration with her.  
To show her submission to him and her eagerness to allow him his 
reward of conquest as he took her as his mate.

Over that month Krystal became intimate with Maximus and his body 
having bathed him once each week in the backyard. She learned how 
he would respond when touched with her gentle hands as she 
worked the fragrant shampoo into his coat, when she would grip his  
erection and lather it with the mild liquid soap and wash his heavy  
balls and the ring of his asshole.

Often times as Krystal washed the dog's large penis she wanted to  
satisfy him fully, to stroke and manipulate it within her fist so that he 
would climax and fully expend his lust but she'd been instructed to only  
arouse him and nothing more. Her Master had sought to have both  
crave for the other, to anticipate their mating and hunger for that time 
they would bind one another in their roles as bitch and sire.

Krystal longed for that day as did Maximus, 
her Master could see it in her eyes each time they touched, they  
kissed and even more so when they shared their bed each night.  
How he would place his hands over her cunt to feel the heat and  
moistness seeping between the folds when they would make love  
to each other.

The way he would describe how she and Maximus would couple  
with one another as he entered her and had her close her eyes  
while whispering of what it would soon feel like to have Maximus  
buried deeply inside her.  This beasts great penis clamped firmly  
where his now surged and churned within her.  
Master spoke to her as she crested the wave of her orgasms, 
of what this animals cock would feel like when it became enraged  
and swollen with its need to seed her deeply.

As her Master would cum inside her she would sometimes scream,  
her nails raking at his back thinking of Maximus filling her with  
powerful mists of his potent sperm. The way she imagined the sprays  
would ripple along the walls of her hungry cunt and they would squeeze  
against the blood red shaft to milk it fully. It was a torture which she  
loathed and yet relished with a lusty zeal that he would only let her 
envision that coupling with the beast.

He would speak to her of how he would help Maximus press his knot 
into her, to lock his bitch in place and not allow her escape until he  
had fully saturated her pussy with his seed. The way in which Master  
would spread her wide and use her own sex juices to lubricate the  
tennis ball sized globe and force it inside her.

Holding Maximus in place until he was well seated in her mating hole  
and then allow the brute to take his human concubine at his will.  
At times Krystal would feel faint as she reached her cum, the  
sudden rush of her climax visibly shaking her body as her leg muscles  
tightened up and her lungs sought to draw in air having forgotten 
to breathe.

Krystal stood as if in a trance staring at Maximus through the small  
black squares of his crate, her body now quivering as her nipples 
stiffened against the satin soft fabric of her emerald dressing gown.  
Beneath she was nude with the exception of the suntan colored nylon  
stockings which stopped at her thighs and the pair of beige lace  
panties that were woven into tiny roses that joined one another to  
form their floral pattern.

"Kneel on the pillows Krystal, sit down and I'll bring your lover to you,"  
Master said as he pressed her down to kneel upon the quilt.

"Do you want to fuck him now Krystal?"

"Do you want to feel him taking his bitch and marking her as I have?"

"Yes Sir, I want him inside me so badly I ache for it," she spoke  
with whispered desperation.

 End part one.

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