MISS RYN: A LIFE EVOLVING - CHAPTER 7 free porn video

CHAPTER 7

They weren’t going to let it go, though. Previous segments they seemed satisfied as the story unfolded, each building on the previous. Even if they were left intrigued, curious for more, and sexually excited, stopping was at a natural place in the story. Though I felt this was at a natural transition point, changing from my earlier experiences to finally coming to the estate, the manner in which I had come here was demanding further explanation. They saw and accepted that from an early point of my life I was very much just like them. I had started out in life with little if any reason to think I might have any chance of engaging in anything significant much less succeeding. And I left the story indicating that I came here seeking a lowly job that seemed too simplistic. They wanted more.

“No way, Miss Ryn. No way that you can stop the story there.” It was Dori who jumped in with a protest. “You are a lady in the region, respected for what you do and support with your time and resources. You started out no different from us. At this point in the story, you still aren’t. And you are applying for a job that pays well and you only take care of a few dogs? And you end with, ‘I had no idea how crazy this was going to be’. No, you have to tell us more.”

I looked at them. They agreed, each nodding intently at Dori’s plea. I looked outside saw what a beautiful day it was already. It wasn’t a worry of not getting necessary things accomplished. These people needed no guidance, oversight, or fussing from me. They took care of this place like it was theirs. And that’s when it clicked in my mind, a series of decisions coming together in sequence.

“You want more of the story? You’re ready to cut to the chase and get to the heart of my time at the estate and stop the build-up?”

Albert, encouraged by Dori’s bold approach and that I didn’t flat out reject it, took over the appeal in support. Jesse was leaning forward in anticipation. “It’s not a want, Miss Ryn, it’s a need. We need to know more.”

I smiled, partially to myself that was a nasty way to try to stop. I looked outside again and made my decision. “Okay, but on my conditions.” They all nodded, even without hearing the conditions. “It is a beautiful day outside. Despite my offer that the house and property are yours to enjoy, you spend nearly your entire time working. Today will be a holiday of sorts, no work, just relaxation, and enjoying each other’s company. I am willing to spend the day finishing up my story, relaxing, and enjoying each other’s … company.” I smiled at that. The guys shared a look and their own smile. Dori looked down shyly, but when she looked up, she had a shy smile on her face.

“Okay. There will be some conditions for today and going forward. Today will be at the pool. We’ll relax, get hot in the sun, cool off in the pool, and possibly get goofy with drink.” They nodded. “The pool and surrounding patio area will be ‘no clothing allowed’. Not clothing optional, not allowed.” They were checking with each other now. They hadn’t expected that. One after the other, they nodded agreement. Dori was the last and she seemed very hesitant, but she finally did agree. She was looking to me as if hoping I might change my mind, provide an alternative, or give her an exception. She frequently looked at the guys with sideways glances and each time she did I got the sense of something happening in her, something of intrigue and anticipation. By the time she nodded, the combination of the gown she was currently wearing, giving a good idea of her body, and her already mindful consideration of leaving her virginity behind, she was excited for the coming experience. I knew she was still very wary, hesitant, and nervous, but she was beginning to look forward to it being the big step she needed to take more steps into this crazy lifestyle we were trying to create for ourselves.

They might have thought I was done, but I wasn’t. But, first, I sent everyone to get sunscreen, if they wanted it, towels, and drinks and to meet at the pool in half an hour. As I was headed back out to the patio, naked and carrying a towel and lotion, I found Dori in the kitchen making pitchers of drinks: lemonade, margaritas, and filling a cooler with beer. I guess the guys were settling in, I didn’t even know we had beer.

By the time the others made their way to the patio, tentatively as though they didn’t want to be the first out naked in case it might have been a prank, I had opened several shade umbrellas and arranged four lounge chairs in a circle with the foot of each nearly touching. This should be interesting. As I stood looking at the arrangement, there would be four naked bodies exposed to each other. Very likely, by a combination of being together and the telling of my story, there will be two semi-hard or hard cocks and two exposed, glistening, and open pussies and breasts on display. I smiled, unknowing, as I considered the possibilities.

“What brought that smile, Miss Ryn?” I turned to find Jesse, with Albert and Dori coming up behind him with the drinks and glasses.

“You’re going to think that I am a wicked old woman, but I was thinking about the arrangement here, us naked, and … later.”

Albert put the cooler he was carrying down, came up behind me, and pulled me into his front while turning us to face the others. One of his massive black hands covered one of my white breasts and the other stroked down my stomach. He kissed my neck and hugged me tightly. “Hmmmm … I think I can speak for all of us, Miss Ryn. Wicked, perhaps … old woman, definitely not!” The other two came in for a shared group hug. I have had group hugs before, obviously, but there is something tremendously erotic about being naked, a cock pressed into your backside, another pressed into my left thigh/hip, and a pair of breasts pressed into my right arm and breast. Why would I want to move from this position?

But, I did and I encouraged the others to sit. I directed traffic, though. I wanted Dori to sit next to me, left or right, it didn’t matter. What I wanted was for a man and a woman to be opposite each other. Later, I would encourage that all legs would be parted. But, for Dori’s sake, it would be step by step.

Once seated and each having a cool drink to start with, lemonade for everyone, I continued, “Before getting to the story, there are still some things to understand, conditions as I referred to them before. This isn’t a condition as much as an understanding; at least how I want everyone to understand what is happening at the estate going forward. All three of you know that you don’t need any direction from me to get the things done around here that needs to be done. You need to also know that I know that. I have no intention of directing you or being your boss.” They looked at each other, but I continued. “Today is an example of that feeling. Because we feel like taking a day off, does not concern me about the place fall apart. Do you know why?” I didn’t give them the chance to simply say because I trusted them. It was bigger than that. “Because this place is also yours.”

They just looked at me and then at each other. Dori reacted, “Miss Ryn, we all think about it like that because of you, is that what you mean?”

“No, it’s not. You know how companies sell shares of the company to others to raise money? They call it stocks. That’s what I want to do. I need to work it out with the lawyers. You’ll get shares in the estate, the longer you are here the more shares you will receive. If you want to leave at any time for any reason, one of us will buy your shares. The shares will never leave. You won’t be employees of the estate; you’ll be the estate.”

They were stunned. It took a while for any of them to even look up at me or the others. Jesse, the quiet one uttered his disbelief, “Why … why would you do that?”

I smiled with the assurance that comes from having thought out an idea. “The four of us have agreed to gamble on each other. We are trusting that we know and understand the other three in such a way that we are willing to put our safety and reputations in each other’s hands. We are willing to share and be challenged to extend our experiences together, entrusting that the others will watch over us, that whatever crazy thing is put to us to do or try, we will be watched over and protected. Like I said before, as far as I am concerned, you three are all the family I have. If you feel the same way, I think you do, this is the way I want us to live. We won’t only share a sexual life, we will share our lives.”

Once they understood my reasoning and saw my sincerity, it didn’t take them long to nod and voice they agreement. I was completely sure that would be the case. The reality was that all four of us were orphans in life, anyway. The only people we were truly close to was each other.

That led up to my final condition. “Good. Excellent. Now, since you are all going to part owners of the estate, you need to live in the house. No arguments. Now you see that you can’t be in other quarters if you are owners.” They did protest, of course. But I ignored them, instead turning to look up at the second floor windows. I pointed to my windows on the right. “My bedroom is right there. I made the decision already that Dori will take the room next to mine … the girls get the rooms overlooking the back of the property. You guys can choose which rooms you take on the other side. They are exactly the same.” I smiled. “Okay, not mine … my room is bigger, but I got there first.” They laughed and that seemed to end that.

* * *

Where was I? Oh, yea, the ad just jump out at me. The reality was that it was a small, inconspicuous ad, very plain type, nothing dramatic or flashy. But, to me it was a neon sign to my eyes: “Woman Wanted to care for dogs and kennel. Good pay, health benefits. If interested call.” I had always liked dogs, even when my family had tried to have me **** by ours. It said good pay and health benefits. It must be a good position, if they even give benefits. What could I lose? I called. After a long phone interview during which the man asked an extraordinary amount of questions, both about schools, experience, family, and personal things, I was offered what he referred to as a real interview. It would have to happen at the estate and it would be over a weekend. He said they would pay for the bus fare for the visit, all expenses would be paid, including any refreshment expenses along the route. I would also be paid for those days whether I got the job or not. I was just to keep any receipts. What could I lose, I figured? I accepted.

I received notice that a bus ticket would be waiting for me for the trip in two days to Mobile, AL. At least I was right about the state. I was told to pack light, I would be there only for two nights and I shouldn’t expect my clothes to get too dirty during my stay. Little did I know how true that was going to be.

When I got off the bus in Mobile, walking through the lobby of the bus station, a very proper couple walked up to me. They were probably in their mid-40s. The surprise was when they spoke to me, though. “Miss Lauryn Hill?” They were clearly British and it seemed like a foreign language to my unsophisticated ears.

I was led to a van that was very much like a cargo van. It had a bench seat behind the driver and passenger in front, but it allowed very poor viewing of what was outside. I was to find out later that it had been intentional.

Arriving at the estate, I was blown away at what I saw, as all of you are very well aware of now. The house, the property, the extent of the property, even just the part I could see. It was all more than my simple imagination could take in. I had never seen anything like this. Yes, I knew about it; I knew there was wealth, people who had so much … maybe that they didn’t really know what to do with. Was that what this was really all about? They were offering so much for so little in return simply because they wanted to pamper their dogs and because they could?

We were standing alongside the patio, this patio, looking over the back and the kennel in the distance. I turned, attempting to finally get some answers. “You’ve been very protective, maybe mysterious, about information regarding any details of the job. At the same time, you’ve expected a lot of details, even very personal ones, from me. When do I find out what is really behind the job?”

The man looked at me intently, surveying my features before allowing a smile to creep across his face. “You think there is more to the job than taking care of a few dogs?”

“Yes, sir. I don’t mean to be pushy or challenging, it certainly isn’t my nature, but … I have been travelling for quite a while and … well, good pay AND health benefits for that job? It seems excessive. You should be able to get hundreds of people for the job right around here without having to bother bringing someone in for an interview.”

He chuckled, turned to his wife, “See, I told you she might be the one.” She turned and went into the house. The man motioned to a wrought iron table and chairs on the patio and we sat across from each other. He pointed to the building down the gentle slope in the back of the massive, cared-for yard. “That is the kennel. It houses three dogs, all are the special pets of the estate owner. The property itself is huge. What you can see is only a part of it. Taking care of the dogs is a very real part of the job. They would be completely your responsibility. It has been quite some time since they have been well care for, at least in regards to issues like training, exercise, diet, etc. Those are real responsibilities.” His wife returned with a folder that she placed on the table as she took a seat on the side between us.

The man took it and the pen placed on top of it, and slid it to me. “Please open the folder, read the document, and sign it. To go any further with this discussion regarding the position will require your agreement to the stipulations in the document. It just stipulates that you will not repeat, describe, or discuss anything you learn, experience, or witness here this weekend. It also stipulates your compensation for the weekend trial, if you agree to continue. If you end up being offered the position and you accept, there will be a more detailed contract, which will also stipulate protections for you. At that time, an attorney will be hired to only consider your interests in this agreement.” He watched me as I gazed at the folder, then each of them. He smiled. “I am sorry, I have been rude. My wife and I are not used to handling situations like this. My wife is Helen Taylor, I am George Taylor. Yes, we are from England. We are here to care for the owner of the estate. All of this is at his request. We will explain further once you have signed the document. Please take whatever time you need to read it.”

It was only one page and didn’t require much time to read. It took more time for my mind to consider what was going on that might require such careful protection. It stated as he indicated and quoted a service payment of $1,000 for each day that I completed. I looked up and looked into each of their faces. “How can I sign this without knowing what I will be doing?”

“It doesn’t bind you doing anything, young lady. It only states that you will not disclose anything about this weekend. If, after hearing the position requirements and you choose not go any further, that’s fine. We will pay for your return back home and something for your time.”

I signed the document. I was too curious now not to at least hear more about it. The wording was not ‘legalese’ and I read nothing in it that seemed ambiguous or confusing. It was clearly written for their protection but also clear enough that it could be easily understood.

“Okay, now that is out of the way. First, a little background on the ‘why’. The owner of this estate is something of an amateur psychologist or behaviorist. He is also an amateur writer of serious and fictional genre. He has been fascinated with the issue of the human ability to modify their behavior in more a****listic fashion when needed. This is often necessitated by survival situations. But, his interest has been in willing behavioral change or adaptation. He suspects that force or punishment or abusive applications could induce such changes, but he is more interested in how a human might be able to accept a willing change.”

“What are you talking about? This has something to do with the job?”

“Yes, it does.” He looked at his wife. I could tell there was a level of discomfort with this for them. They worked for the owner and they were following his direction. They weren’t, perhaps, completely comfortable with what it was about. “His premise has come to investigate if a human could be induced, motivated in some way, to take on an a****listic lifestyle. Not completely, you understand, but essentially behave as an a****l. That is what this job is about in part. It is to take care of the dogs, but the other part is to be one of the dogs.”

They stopped, to let that last statement sink in. ‘To be one of the dogs’ was shocking. The job was to be a dog? Did that even make sense? How does a person be a dog? A behavioral study around a person acting like a dog. My mind was spinning with the thought.

I looked at them, one, and the other. “I don’t understand. The job is to take care of the dogs, but is also to be a test subject, a behavioral study specimen acting out as if being a dog? Isn’t that crazy?”

The woman, Mrs. Taylor, certainly seemed to agree. She seemed to have difficulty with the discussion. She looked to her husband. He didn’t immediately respond, either. So, I went on with more directed questions. “Am I the first one to interview for this crazy job?”

He laughed outright. “Oh, no. There have been plenty that never got to the point you are at now. They were eliminated during that questioning phase. There have been five that got to the point of arriving at the estate for more consideration. One asked to leave when the confidentiality agreement was required. Two more asked to leave when finding out about this other aspect of the job’s requirements. Two thought they could actually do what was required. One of those quit before getting to the kennel. The last one lasted the longest but only a couple hours longer before she quit amid a flood of tears. This would be the last attempt. We have convinced him that it was too much to expect a woman to subject herself to.”

I looked at them piercingly. There was more. Living like a dog was one thing and would certainly be degrading, but … not even to try, the longest being a few hours?

“What haven’t you said so far? There is something very important you are leaving out. We might as well just get to the point.”

He looked at me sharply, and then seemed to glance at something behind me. “You are correct, young lady.” I turned around, surprised at the voice indicating yet another presence. It was an old man, frail looking, but exceedingly distinguished, standing straight and proud, even if there was also an impression that a good wind could knock him over. He sat in the empty chair at the table, to my right and opposite Mrs. Taylor. Mr. Taylor introduced the man as Mr. Thrower, the owner of the estate. He went on to explain that he and his wife work for Mr. Thrower, caring for him and the estate. “These two have convinced me that besides being an old man whose mind be slipping, this idea might be too much. I had thought I could use the experience played out as material for a story I have long envisioned. My feeling is that good writing requires good research or a personal knowledge of what is being written. I had hoped to use this for a new story. Perhaps that is not practical or fair.” He looked at the Taylors sadly before returning his attention to me. “I think they are right. I apologize, my dear, for causing you to travel all this way for something that should never have been attempted.”

Throughout his talking, his attention constantly shifted from me to the Taylors, but mine remained fixed intently on him. This man was intriguing to me for some reason. Maybe because he had an air of such distinguished sophistication, but on closer inspection was quite frail, perhaps even not well. His mind seemed sharp, but his comment about it slipping provided an extra amount of intrigue. He began getting himself back up, pushing the chair back and using his arms placed firmly on the table surface for support to give him leverage to rise to his feet. I put my hand out onto his and he stopped to look at me.

“Maybe you could just explain to me what the rest is. What’s to lose?”

He looked over at Mr. Taylor. He nodded. His wife sighed in a resigned way. The older man turned his attention back to me and leaned back into his chair. He sighed, too. Almost as if wondering why he wanted to go through with this, again. “Aside from just caring for the dogs, the other part, the part that scares them all away is … being a kennel bitch.”

“What!?!” My reaction was immediate and strong.

* * *

“What!?!” That reaction was Dori, interrupting the story in the exact same way that I had. I looked at her and found her with her hands over her mouth, her eyes bigger than they should have been. The guys were sitting there with dumb expressions on their faces, their mouths hanging open, a kind of blank look in their eyes, almost like there was something not connecting inside. But Dori wasn’t finished. “A kennel bitch! You mean … no way! … you mean to say that you came here to take a job as a dog? No, not just a dog, but a bitch? For the dogs? Is that what you are saying?”

I had a smile on my face that I was trying to hide, but not succeeding. Dori was clearly offended, very offended by the idea that someone would propose such a thing for a woman to do. The guys were … well, they were trying really hard to hide the fact that they were … getting hard. We were all naked, sitting at the pool on lounges in a tight circle. I could see in their faces that they were shocked, too; their bodies were responding differently, however. How could I blame them? This was after all a story being told, not a real life experience. Retelling it was making me hot as I remembered the exact situation and discussion.

Dori picked up her indignation, “You didn’t do it did you?”

Albert kept his eyes on me but responded to her, “She’s here isn’t she?”

I smiled. “Can I continue the story?” They nodded.

* * *

When he said, “Aside from just caring for the dogs, the other part, the part that scared the others away is … being a kennel bitch”, I was shocked, yes. But, I then started wondering exactly what did that mean. My imagination could certainly take over, but they, or he, had something specifically in mind, even if it never could be fully implemented.

I had my hands held tightly together in front of me on the table. I was studying them without looking at them. My mind wasn’t on my hands even if my eyes appeared to be entirely focused on that spot in front of me. When I did look up, I found all three of them watching me intently … but also, nervously. I could see it in all their eyes. This experiment that Mr. Thrower had envisioned had been a complete bust. Like the others, they all expected me to throw it back in their faces and leave. Part of me wanted to do just that, too. But, I waited. Was that real? Was that really me? Or, was that … was that what I should feel and react. I wasn’t those other girls. I had experienced my own crazy and abnormal life. I was looking for a change, something to knock me off the course I had found myself cruising down aimlessly, without purposeful direction or intention. This would certainly be a change! But, would it have any better purpose or direction?

I looked at the Taylors and then at Mr. Thrower. They were all nervous, anticipating the worse. “Tell me everything. Surely, even though you were never able to get much past this point, you must have had a firm plan in mind, expectations, and limitations related to the plan.” They looked a little surprised. Mr. Thrower was considering me differently now, his face indicating some hope. “Don’t get your hopes up. Right now I am just curious.”

He turned to face directly to me, now ignoring the looks he was receiving from the Taylors. “You are still interested? Why? You know how everyone else reacted.”

“I am not everyone else. My life has been a mix of very bad, good, and bad. Let’s just say I was encouraged by some very good people to keep my mind open and not reject new things and opportunities. So, humor me, please.”

So he did. He went through his concept of what he was wanting. I would be nude. I was to be always available to the dogs and not to refuse them. While a real bitch goes into heat on some natural cycle, I would always be their bitch. And I would always be in heat, willing to accept their mating whenever and wherever they wanted it. I would sleep with them in the kennel. He emphasized that point; I would be theirs 24/7. Besides being their bitch, the job also required being responsible for their life care: feeding, medicine if needed, pills for heartworms and tics, bathing, grooming, exercise, and general training (which he admitted had been lacking, lately). He also reinforced what I had read in the agreement: I would not be touched sexually by a human unless I consented before the fact and not while vulnerable.

I had listened to his detailing his perception of what would be involved with little reaction and no response. I noted that the three of them exchanged looks frequently. They were obviously expecting me to bolt for the property gates at any moment. When he stopped, it got very quiet. I thought for a moment, organizing my thoughts and reactions. I understood the magnitude of what this was. There was no question about the demeaning and subjugated nature of what he was proposing. However, unlike the others before me, mating with a dog wasn’t either scary or demeaning. Living like one, becoming a part of the pack, might be. I had been put into the position to be ****d by a dog … and by my family. Even the guys I was hanging with tried to have a dog mate me. The fools, though, didn’t consider that neutered males are usually castrated. The only thing he could do was lick me and he did that very well, bringing me to several orgasms.

But, I hadn’t been mated by a dog, not really mated, since my family. Instead, I had been exposed to the loving care of a man who only offered his care and mutual pleasure; the intimacies of a lesbian relationship and the tenderness that involved; and, the wild, consuming, and overwhelming experiences of multiple partners … over and over. My sex life hasn’t been the same for long periods of time since leaving home and it hasn’t been wanting. My body has been pleasured and I have been pleasuring others in a steady stream of relationships and encounters ever since. And, I haven’t regretted much of it, at all. But the recurring question continued and it did as I sat at the table contemplating the bizarre proposal being submitted. The impetus to following up on this ad was wondering what was ahead of me if I continued along the path I had been living. The same question would certainly apply here, wouldn’t it? If I did this, what path is this for me? Where would it lead me, if I set off on this adventure? Think about it, what an adventure, what an experience it might be. To essentially take the role of the bitch in a small pack of dogs … what exactly is that role, besides the mating? How would the pack form around this change?

I was too curious to let it drop quite yet. “Is this some kind of pervert show for you? You spend time each day watching a woman being mated by the dogs? Is this a chance to have a willing or controlled woman for your servicing, also? Or …” I looked into all their eyes for the real reaction, “… or, is this really about the dogs?”

Mr. Thrower nearly jumped from his chair, which was difficult given his frail condition. “No! Please, believe me; this is only about the dogs and what happens by introducing a woman as their bitch. No! Miss Hill, Lauryn, you will NEVER be touched sexually by a human, man or woman, while you are here. You have that control. It will be a part of the written contract we will both sign. I promise.”

I looked at them and I was satisfied on that point, but I remembered what Floyd and Cheryl had repeated to me, ‘watch out for those who might take advantage’. It would be difficult in this situation, though. “Would you consider some alternatives to your provisions? Not to the intent, but in details?”

He was willing to listen. I think he was shocked that I was still considering his proposal. Since he was ready to abandon the entire idea, he had nothing to lose. “The idea behind stipulating 24/7 is obvious, this isn’t a part-time activity. But, for an extended time period, 24/7 indefinitely isn’t practical. After all, the idea isn’t to demean the woman, to break her into actually be a mindless a****l, is it?” He agreed that it wasn’t. He just wanted to see how the dynamics of the pack would change, how the woman would meld into the pack, and generally, what effect it would have on the dogs. “Therefore, I propose that the expectation be 24/6 with Sunday being a ‘day of rest and recovery’. From sundown on Saturday to sundown on Sunday, I can act like a human, again. That means to talk freely, dress as I wish, eat at the table, shower or bath, sleep in a bed, and use the amenities of the estate.” I looked at the pool. He nodded. “We, the dogs and I, won’t be bothered by curiosity viewing and spying. It isn’t privacy so much as trying to develop a natural environment. It will be difficult enough without others hanging around to spy.” I saw some hesitation. “Don’t worry. We’ll be outside more than inside the kennel. You will be able to observe us, just not standing next to us and interfering.”

He looked at me critically. “You seem to already have some plans. Are you going to do this?”

“I don’t know, yet. But, yes, some ideas have crossed my mind. But, I have a much bigger question.” He nodded. “Aside from the money, the salary, what is in it for me? The money is good, but I am not a whore. If I wanted to be a whore, I had the opportunity where I was.”

“What’s in it for you? You don’t want to be just a subject of an experiment. You are different, Lauryn. The others were attracted and tempted simply by the money. So, what could be beyond the money? You probably already have some ideas.”

I smiled. “My intention, sir, is not to be greedy or ungrateful for what you are already offering. But, let’s be honest about what this is. As a short-term experience, there are a limited number of women who would accept. For a long-term experience, it might be excessive. I was looking for a change in my life when I responded to the ad to work in your kennel. I had no idea how big or small it might be. I do now, yes, and it would not be a full-time job. But … if this works, you become satisfied with the results of the experiment, it would be nice to believe there could be something more permanent waiting. I mean … if it goes that far, ours won’t have been a normal relationship, will it?”

He was pensive and nodded. “I do believe you want to take this challenge. I also believe that you are thinking you will succeed in being a bitch for some extended time. Okay, I will agree to all of it. Given that you seem to think this is a long-term thing, what time period should we target?”

Odd, how did I think I could already trust these people? I was going to accept a position that kept me naked and available for mating by his dogs. An experiment. An experiment lacking in precise detail, parameters, evaluation process, or expectation. But, somehow, I thought I could trust them. “That will be part of the Sunday agenda. Every Sunday we will evaluate the previous time, how the experiment is proceeding, any adjustments, or focus to be applied for the coming week.”

I looked at Mrs. Taylor and her face showed concern at the direction this was going. I suspect she was hoping it would be rejected and they would all be done with it. I put my hand over hers, “Mrs. Taylor, can I ask for your assistance? I think I had better have an advocate in the group, someone who can be objective when my body and mind might not be. Even a safe word might not be effective in all circumstances. Will you be my ‘safe word’, my advocate for my safety?”

She looked to her husband, and then gave me here assurance. Interesting, she didn’t seek approval from Mr. Thrower. I immediate felt she would have my interest at heart, as long as … I turned to Mr. Thrower, “Will you grant her that control? If she doesn’t like what is happening or requested of me, will you allow her to be the final word on my behalf?”

I watched his face, looking for anything that might indicate a reason to just leave right then before anything else could happen. All I saw, though, was his face turning into a contented, comfortable, and at ease softness. He smiled at Mrs. Taylor and turned to me.

“Miss Hill, if you are willing to try this, I will agree to anything you stipulate, any conditions at all. I think using Helen as your advocate to watch over your interests is an excellent idea. You don’t know, but she does. I can’t say ‘no’ to Helen or George. They care for more than the estate, here. But, we’ll get into all that, if you stay with us. You have my word that I will not try to take advantage of this situation, but you have Mrs. Taylor on your side to be sure. And, young lady, that is far more important.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle as I shared a look with Mrs. Taylor and she returned it to me. The concern was still there, a little, but she seemed a little more comfortable knowing she could stop it at any time.

It was early evening on Friday, already. Mr. Thrower insisted on a regular meal for me with them. I think he was just so overjoyed at the prospect of a chance his experiment might actually happen. It was simple, a tossed salad, and grilled burgers. I decided on the salad and the burger but no bun. I felt I might need the protein but I didn’t want to be too full feeling.

When I was finished with my meal and it looked like the others were, also, I stood and looked down at the table, took a deep breath and looked down the slight slope to the back of the groomed expanse of lawn to the kennel building at the end. My heart started pumping fast, my heartbeats rising, my breathing quickening, and I felt my hands shake slightly at my sides. All this happening as I contemplated what I was about to do; at least, what I was about to attempt. Was I crazy, was I naïve? Five others had come for this and all had left from immediately to within a few hours of starting. What made me think I was different from them?

I stood straighter, took several deep breaths, and rubbed my hands against my hips. All were actions to help steady myself, to steel myself to what I was moving into. Why was I different? Maybe because I was not going into it blindly. I knew what it was to be with a dog. Okay, only one at a time, but still … I knew what to expect. Even more than that, though, I knew that I liked being mated by a dog. Being naked all the time, always being available to them, yes, those were intimidating aspects. But, I had set my terms, conditions, and expectations that the others had not considered. And, there could be a future at the other end. What kind of future, here or elsewhere, would be determined later.

I took another deep breath and smiled, more for myself than for anyone to notice. I was looking for a change, new people, and new experiences. Isn’t that why I was looking at the ad to begin with? Here were all three, ready or not.

I looked at the three around the table and they were all watching me. Mrs. Taylor had that concerned look on her face, again. I gave her a smile, but it was weaker than before. “It is getting later. I think I should get that tour of my new living arrangements and meeting my … ah … pack.” I turned to the kennel, stopped and turned back with a thought. “There are three dogs, but do they behave like a pack? Is there an alpha in the group? Or, are they individuals sharing space?”

Mr. Thrower was looking at me but it was almost like he wasn’t recognizing me or the situation. He seemed confused. Then he changed, just like that, like a switch was turned back on inside somewhere. I had to repeat the questions. “No, dear, they are just dogs. They have been without proper training for so long, I don’t know that they consider anyone or thing as the alpha. Why?”

“Just curious.” No, not just curious. That could be important and it could be how I handle this situation. Maybe I have my own little experiment within Mr. Thrower’s.

As they started for the kennel, I stayed at the table. I had placed my shoes on the chair and was loosening my dress by the time they noticed my absence and turned around. Mrs. Taylor reacted, “Lauryn, you don’t have to do that here. Wait until you are at the kennel.”

I gave her a shy smile. “You are going to be my advocate and watch over me?” She nodded. “Then, you will be seeing me naked. I do not intend to spend my time in the kennel. We will be outside exercising, training, and whatever dogs do all day. You will all see me naked; you will all be see me … being a bitch. Besides, I won’t need clothes down there.” I continued removing my dress. I folded it and placed it on the table. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, looked at the men, took another deep breath, and then removed it. I know I was blushing profusely, I could feel the blood rushing through my face, neck, and upper chest. I also knew instantly that my nipples hardened. But, if I blushed taking my bra off, I must have turned absolutely crimson when I hooked my fingers into my panties and slid them down my legs. At that time, my pubic hair was mostly natural. The guys wanted me to shave it, but back then, it wasn’t quite as popular as it is now. I did trim it, though. But, it never was very thick. I knew my lips would be visible. And I could feel this new blush spread from my upper chest into my breasts and stimulate my nipples even more.

I walked alongside Mr. Thrower and he described the property to me as we did. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor followed behind. I became very conscious of my walk.

If that wasn’t enough, I heard Mrs. Taylor, “Oh, dear. Look at her butt, so white. I better go get some sunscreen for her.”

At the kennel, I got the tour as promised. The building was rectangular and we entered in through a door in the short side that faced toward the house. Along the side to the right were four indoor stalls that opened to outdoor runs. Three of the stalls had dogs in them and all were at the chain-link gate to see the visitors. Inside, the stalls were separated by solid walls that came up to about five feet, then wire mesh to the ceiling. This allowed air flow inside through all the stalls. The outside runs were standard chain-link fencing. The only entry or exist for the dogs was through the gates at the inside of the building. The inside floors and walls were concrete. This made for easy cleaning and they would hold the coolness longer before the sun could bake everything hot.

Along the left wall in the middle of the building was a much larger door. Mr. Taylor opened it and I saw that it was a double door. With both door open the air passed through the building freely. At the far end was an open area that included a sink, storage cabinets, a small refrigerator, and a microwave. The cabinets contained dog food, pills, grooming supplies. Another set were filled with human food that would be simple and easy to prepare and require little planning or preparation effort. Perfect kind of cooking, as far as I was concerned. Along the left wall on the other side of the double doors were tools and equipment, leashes, hoses for cleaning the stalls and kennel floor in general, shovels, and brooms.

I walked over to the first stall to meet the first dog, get a feeling if we were going to get along. This was a critical element that seemed all but neglected. What if the dogs and I didn’t react well together? I bent over to interact with the dog, finally poking a finger through the gate and received eager licking in return. But something was happening behind me and I stood to turn around. Mrs. Taylor was pointing at her husband. Mr. Thrower had a big smile on his face. Mrs. Taylor stepped the two paces separating us and put one hand at my upper chest level and the other hand moved from it up to the top of my head.

“Here … you keep your eyes from here to here. You just forget about down there.” I couldn’t help it, I smiled. That brought a smile of recognition from Mr. Taylor and, finally, the same reaction from Mrs. Taylor. This was going to be strange for more than just me, apparently.

The first dog was a Black Lab; he weighed 70 pounds and was very friendly, like Labs are. The next was a Golden Retriever who was about the same size and very excited, but also every bit a pet attitude. The third dog was Coon Hound. Maybe not quite as heavy but just as tall. His temperament seemed a little more subdued but I knew they were also very active on the scent and were able to jump four foot tall fences.

I took in the layout of the individual stalls for the dogs. They were quite spacious, each being about eight feet wide and ten feet deep to the wall to the outside. At the far end, near the doggy trap door going outside, was a raised platform that was about one foot off the floor that supported a thick plastic covered, foam matt. The matts were about three feet by four feet which seemed very spacious for the dogs. I commented about the matts and Mr. Thrower said it was something he read about in some journals. Apparently, it was the latest thing for dogs. Some study indicated some health benefits in getting the a****ls off the floor. He shrugged. As I turned in a small circle in front of them, getting myself ready to take the next big step, I noticed something else, something large leaning against the wall at the end. I started walking to it and saw what it was when I was about ten feet from it. It was the same kind of matt that was in the stalls, but this one was much bigger. It was about seven feet by seven feet and half again thicker. When I realized what it was, I blushed. This was a community bed, too big for a platform and meant to be taken down and used on the floor. As I stood there in front of this large matt, with the others standing behind my naked self, I wondered if they could see the evidence on my shoulders and neck of the blush that was coursing through my upper body in front. There was also something else, another sensation that I couldn’t deny, another feeling that was coursing through me, but much lower on/in my body.

I was really going to do this? One dog is one thing over night. How many times did he take me, then? Three or four times? He hadn’t had a bitch in … god knew how long. Now, three dogs … could I do three dogs and multiple time and all at once? My mind wasn’t sure … my body was going off on its own. Once again, my mind and body separated, my mind trying to catch up, accept, and get on-board with where my body was already headed. But, maybe there was a middle ground that could be satisfied. A way to meet the requirements for these first nights, but also protect myself and provide reasonable expectations. If I was having these conflicts, what must those other girls have been thinking? No wonder they quit before even getting to this point, another just at this point, and the last only a couple of hours from where I was. Three dogs all at once!

I turned around to face Mr. Thrower. This was his experiment, his grand scheme. I noticed that u*********sly I had one arm over my breasts and the other hand across the joining of my thighs. When did that happen? Suddenly I am shy, embarrassed of my nakedness, and wanting to cover? I chuckled to myself, a mental thing, only. That would be changing very quickly. Soon, if I did this, if I followed through with my intentions and my commitment to Mr. Thrower, nakedness would cease to be any concern for me or for them seeing me. Would that make me less in their eyes than I really am because of it? Would it make me less than I am in my own eyes? Is that a question of time and association to this; or, is it attitude only and the circumstances don’t matter, that I will still be everything and as much as I am regardless? Interesting, maybe there really was more to this than I had previously accepted or acknowledged.

But my reverie was broken … “Lauryn … Lauryn … was there something?” Mr. Thrower saw my turn, the look of questions, puzzling over something.

“Sorry, sir … yes, there is. This period, this weekend, is a trial period, correct? It is a period of acceptance, adjustment to the situation, and determination that it can be followed through?”

“Yes, what are you thinking?”

“I have real concerns if I can take all three of them at the same time. At least right away, that is. Tonight, I intend to keep them separated. I will honor the intent, but one at a time. For this night. I need to adjust to all this.” I looked at him and down at myself. I forced my arms to move to my sides, now fully exposed to them, again. It was easier before. Standing in the kennel with the dogs so close and the reality of the expectation so high, it was everything I could do to expose myself, essentially telling them that this was real, this was going to happen, and that tomorrow morning all questions and doubts would be known or answered.

I was expecting and waiting for a response from Mr. Thrower, but it was Mrs. Taylor who stepped forward and took me into her arms. It totally surprised me, completely unexpected, and all the tension of the moment welled up to the surface like an incoming tide and spilled out with tears in my eyes and a muffled sob in my throat. I shook myself, though, pushed her shoulders back and took a step back myself, but I gave her a smile and mouthed a ‘thank you’ while wiping the tears away. She spoke from her own need, “You do what is best, dear. You know, not us.” I smiled and squeezed her hand. She was being my advocate. Already, she was fulfilling her commitment. She didn’t look to Mr. Thrower or seek his consent; she stated the position in support of me.

Is it any wonder she became a deep and lasting friend?

I took her arm in mine, then took Mr. Throwers, and led them to the door pointing to the house, Mr. Taylor following behind. I was recovering quickly because a thought came to my mind, ‘were his eyes staying on my shoulders, or …?’

Outside the door, I surprised them and myself. I kissed each one on the cheek. “They haven’t eaten, so that will be a good introduction for me. Don’t come checking on me until morning.” I turned without looking for an answer or a reaction. Re-entering the kennel, I closed the door behind me and walked into the kennel, to introduce myself, feed my males, and …

* * * CHAPTER 8 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.