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I waited an agonizing three days for Ken to call me after that first night. I stared at my phone, willing it to ring. I kept taking out his business card, holding it and turning it over in my fingers. I tried to call him countless times but never completed the number.

I was certain he would call me the next day. I don't know why but I was convinced he would. By the third day I was becoming frantic. I began to think he had set me a test and I had failed. I didn't understand. I had done everything he had told me to.

I thought about the things I had done. The things he had made me do. Had he? Had he made me do them? Or I had I done them willingly? I didn't know. I told myself he was just an old pervert, an old sicko and I should forget it happened, I should never have done those things. That he had taken advantage of me.

But every time I thought about that night I felt this strange excitement building inside me that threatened to overwhelm me if I allowed it to escape.
When he called me I was so pathetically happy to hear from him that all I could say was.

"Oh Ken, oh thank God."

What an idiot. He chuckled. Ken was a chuckler. He laughed, but more often than not he chuckled. I had never known anyone who chuckled before. It was like a low key laugh. Mild amusement instead of full amusement. I used to make him chuckle a lot and I made him laugh too. Usually quite unintentionally.

I wore my business suit over. It was a charcoal grey, nondescript, very conventional outfit, exactly what one would expect an accountant to wear. It was the only business outfit I owned at the time. All I wore to Uni were jeans, button down blouses and a jacket.

It was my 'uniform.' I felt safe in it. Invisible, more than just nondescript. It was an improvement on my original uniform of baggy cargo pants and a jacket several sizes too big for me.

I had no money to spend on clothes not that that was ever a priority for me. All I needed was one businesses outfit for my work placements and the occasional bookkeeping job I got. I had a little black dress I ahd bought from St Vincent DePaul and that was basically my wardrobe.

Brian's parents paid him an allowance while he was at Uni but I was on my own, fending for myself. I worked just about every night stacking supermarket shelves for minimum wage and continually canvassed small shops and business for bookkeeping work.

Ken led me into the lounge room where most of the action had taken place last time and he circled round me as I stood still, feeling embarrassed and excited in equal measure.

He started to undress me without saying a word. I went to take my glasses off and he stopped me.

"Leave them on and leave your hair up."

I was small and skinny and I wore my glasses and tied my hair back hoping to look older and more serious in the hope that potential bookkeeping clients may take me more seriously.

Ken undressed me expertly. He knew how women's clothing worked and had no trouble undoing zips, removing stockings and undoing bra clasps. He stripped me naked then walked slowly around me, studying me. Studying my naked body.

I covered my breasts with my arm and he slapped it away.

"Don't ever do that." He said.

I did though. It became a ritual. I felt more comfortable being naked with Ken than anyone else in my life but I still had this complex about my small breasts. I'd automatically, instinctively cover them and he'd always slap my hand away and say the same thing to me.

I was surprised how this time, getting naked and being naked with him, seemed like no big deal to me after the embarrassment, hesitation and fear the first time.

I started to wonder what he was going to do to me tonight and what he was going to make me do. Piss on the floor and roll in it again? Walk me round the house naked? Make me masturbate in front of him? Suck his cock again?

Or something different?

He poured us both a glass of wine, a very nice Australian red and he put on some Debussy this time. He lay on the couch and got me to sit on the floor beside him and we sipped our wine and listened to Debussy.

I thought he was just getting me used to being naked with him. It felt weird, especially sitting n the floor in front of him while he lay on the couch. I kept looking at my naked body, how skinny I was. How unattractive I was. I thought perhaps he was getting me used to my naked body.

I didn't really know.

We sat like that for over an hour then he sat up and patted the couch beside him.

"Get up here." He said.

I sat beside him.

"No, stand up. Put one foot on either side of me and stand up."

I pictured myself standing like that and realised my cunt would be level with his face. Oh My God, I thought. Then I remembered what he had said last time. That he would go down on me and make me orgasm.

But like that? Standing up on the couch with my cunt in his face? It didn't even seem right to me to stand on his couch. It was beautiful, pure leather and looked very, very expensive.

I did it. I always did. I stood there on unsteady feet and became alarmed when I realised my cunt was indeed level with his face and then I felt his hands on my ass.

He had such big hands, they completely covered my ass. I think his hands were bigger than my ass was.

I wasn't sure what to do. I was terrified of falling forward and putting my cunt on his face. I was having trouble balancing on the couch. It gave under me and I was so unsteady on my feet.

I was starting to panic.

He pulled me into him, holding my ass firmly but gently, pulling me in until I felt a warm, delicious wetness on my cunt. Was that his mouth, I wondered idiotically. What else could it have been.

He licked my cunt from bottom to top in long, slow licks, pressing very lightly, not even going between my cunt lips, just licking the outside of my cunt. It felt nice, very nice, but I knew that would never make me cum.

I repositioned my feet, moving closer to Ken's body and I placed both my hands o the wall above his head, behind the couch. I felt a lot more stable now. I moved my feet further apart for greater stability and that had the unintended and unforeseen consequence of parting my cunt lips and without warning I felt Kens' tongue suddenly slid in between my cunt lips.

Oh My God. This was an entirely different sensation.

I felt his tongue weaving it's way up and down in between my cunt lips, forcing them apart, sliding in between them and over them.

It felt incredibly good.

This felt nothing like the time Theo went down on me. Theo slobbered and licked randomly and haphazardly but this felt more like a Master Cunt Licker in action. Someone who really knew what they were doing.

I felt this incredibly strange feeling in my cunt and I didn't know what he was doing. I was aware of sensation but I couldn't make sense of them. Squirming, sliding, moving, wetness and … penetration?

He had his tongue IN my cunt. My hand shot to his head and I froze. My body stiffened and I pressed on his head. A man had his tongue IN my cunt. And not only that, he was thrusting it in and out and it was like he was fucking me with his tongue.

Sex had never been of much interest to me and it wasn't something I had researched to any degree. I knew the basics of course but not the subtleties. I knew about cunnilingus but I assumed it was merely licking, as Theo had done, and the idea that a man would put his tongue inside a cunt had never occurred to me.

I knew my mind was racing away again so I tried to clear my mind like Ken had told me the last time. The clouds. I pushed the clouds out of my sky mind and tried to concentrate only on the feeling between my legs.

Oh fuck, it felt good. A tongue IN my cunt. I could scarcely believe it but there was no doubt that ken was fucking me with his tongue and I loved it. Oh God, I loved it.

I realised that my hips were moving, slowly pushing up and forwards. I wasn't doing it. My body seemed to have taken over and was seeking it's own pleasure.

"Fuck me. Stick it in deeper."
"Say it louder." Ken said, startling the fuck out of me.
"What?"
"Say it louder."
"Oh My God, did I say that aloud?" I asked, panic stricken. "Did you hear me?"

He chuckled. Chuckled into my cunt. Then eh plunged his tongue into me, deeper than ever. Oh My God, Oh My Good Fucking God. The feeling was indescribable.

"Say it." Ken said, then plunged his tongue back into my cunt.

"Fuck me." I said, much louder than I meant to.
"Yes." Ken said. "Louder."
"Fuck me." I said.
"Deeper." I said, trying that one out.
"Stick your tongue in me." I said, but that didn't sound right.
"Stick your tongue in my CUNT." I cried out.

That sounded better but I couldn’t believe I had said it.

I felt his tongue slide out of my cunt like a snake and then felt his mouth close around my upper cunt, up near my clit. He moved his mouth and I felt his lips close around my clit, sucking my clit and a big chunk of surrounding cunt into his mouth.

I screamed or squealed I don't know what kind of noise it was but it was loud and sounded like a wounded a****l and barely human.

I grabbed his head tightly with both hands and held on because I felt like my body was actually rising up in the air. He was sucking my clit and I had never felt anything this good in my life before.

I felt like my body was out of control and I could easily fall forwards, backwards, sideways, or just take off into the air like a rocket.

Then while my clit was in his mouth I felt his tongue begin to press hard right on the tip of my clit, then begin to rub it hard. He was sucking my clit and rubbing it with the tip of his tongue inside his mouth.

My body felt like it was falling apart, my joints became so loose and I had trouble holding onto Ken's head, my knees felt weak as if the joints had become shockingly loose and I was going to collapse like a rag doll.

Then my body suddenly stiffened as though my spine had suddenly, instantly, turned into steel, Solid, hard, inflexible steel. I felt like I had a steel rod inside me from the top of my ass to the base of my neck. I felt strange, unfamiliar vibrations and tingling sensations spreading out form my clit up through my groin, up through my stomach to my chest where they coalesced into a constricting pain.

I couldn’t breathe.

I felt my back suddenly arch and my body fell backwards. Ken tightened his grip on my ass and pulled me forward, pressing my cunt harder against his mouth. I felt a jolt of electricity shoot from my clit, up my spine, up my stomach and chest and less intense tingles emanating in all directions, but all upward, and all coming from my cunt.

It was like the orgasm Theo gave me but much more intense. Much more overwhelming and somehow more dramatic.

I felt this incredibly intense combination of sheer excitement and pleasure wrack my body then slowly transform into warm, waves of pleasure flowing over my like ocean waves.

My nipples were tingling unaccountably. They hadn't even been touched. I felt goose bumps all over my bare ass, then more forearms, then my thighs. Oh God, my skinny little thighs. Stop that, I thought. Who cares?

I banged my fist into the wall above Ken's head, striking it hard with the heel of my fist and that jolted me out of my orgasm. I collapsed onto Ken and he held my body up with his hands under my ass.

He stood up and sort of heaved me over his shoulders and carried me into the bedroom. He gently placed me on his bed and stood at the foot of the bed looking down on me.

I lay on my back, legs wide apart, not caring, looking up at him. He smiled and undid his tie. He slowly got undressed and I watched him as though I was mesmerized.

I thought he is going to fuck me now. I felt this strange excitement I always felt when I was with Ken but something else. Anticipation and a more visceral type of excitement. At last I was going to get fucked properly.

Two men, well one boy and one man, had had their cocks in me and neither one was a proper fuck.

I knew Ken would be a good fuck and my first proper fuck was going to be a good one, a great one. I knew this was gong to be good. I wanted him to fuck me so badly that it hurt.

He stood there naked and my eyes went straight to his cock. It was rock hard, pointing right at me. I thought that is going to be in my cunt, where his tongue had just been any moment now. He's put it in me and fuck me and I was going to love it.

But despite my craving for his cock and for him to fuck me I still braced myself for the penetration. I closed my eyes tight and told myself this was not going to be painful like the last two times and that this….

Then I felt something on my cunt but not his cock. I opened my eyes and aw ken looking up at me over the top of my cunt. He was going down on me. AGAIN. AGAIN? He'd just made me cum so why….?

Go for it, I suddenly thought. Let Ken play this out however he wanted to.

He went straight for my clit this time and began sucking it slowly, steadily increasing the pressure, sucking harder and harder, then he'd start rubbing my clit with his tongue, gently at first, then increasing the speed and the pressure until it felt like he was simultaneously trying to suck my clit off my cunt and erase it with his tongue.

My body did things, alarming things, that I had no control over. My hips thrust themselves up and down, rubbing my cunt into Ken's face, my back arched, coming up high off the bed, my legs stiffened, straightened right out, then bent at the knees and curled up. My legs went up high in the air, then scissored around Ken's head. My arms flailed like a spastic.

My cunt and my clit pulsed, throbbed, tingled, and I felt a hundred other sensations I couldn't begin to describe. I felt jolts like electricity through my body to my finger tips and warm waves of pleasure washing over me. I felt like I was going to piss myself.

I felt totally out of control as though I had lost all control over my body.

It always ended in a peak of ecstasy that was almost painful, almost unbearable and I'd sit up and crush Ken's head in my arms. Ken would stop and when I'd settled down he'd slowly start again, gently sucking my clit.

He did it over and over, I don't know how many times, until the intensity began to ease off and each clit sucking became more pleasurable and less frenetic. I began to be able to focus on what he was doing to me, to revel in it and to enjoy and appreciate it more.

When he had finished he stood up and I was mildly surprised to see that his cock was still rock harder, if anything it looked even harder now.

I thought he was going to fuck me now for sure.

"Vicky, slide two fingers in your cunt and tell me what you feel."

Ken was never predictable.

I slid two fingers in my cunt, surprised how wet and slipper it felt.

"It feels wet and slippery." I said, looking up at him, feeling like some kinky slut, fingering myself while he watched.

"What else?"
"It feels kind of loose, not tight at all. And a bit gooey."
"Gooey?" Ken said with a chuckle. "Gooey is good."

He walked over to his wardrobes, they were wall to wall and ceiling to ceiling, with mirrored glass doors. He lay down on his back, side on to them, directly in front of them. I could see his reflection in the mirror and I studied him the way he had studied me.

He was a big man. Broad shouldered and probably muscular once, but now he was overweight and going to fat. He had a big, fat belly that was pretty hairy, big and round and hard and it bulged up when he was lying on his back. He had the beginnings of man boobs. His legs looked strong and muscular and I thought men always seem to get fat around the middle first.

He was a stark contrast to Brian. Brian had a beautiful body but I never became anywhere as excited or as turned on looking at Brian's naked body as I did looking at ken's.

And there, standing out like a beacon was his cock, pointing almost straight up in the air. Almost like a miniature version of Brian's.

"Come over here." Ken said.

I got off the bed and walked over to him. I stood beside him looking down at him. I liked the feeling, standing over him and looking down on him.

"Have you ever fucked this way?" He asked.

I didn't know what he meant, I didn't know what he meant by 'this way' because he was just lying there and I was standing up.

"No." I said. "I've only ever been fucked when I was on my back."

"You'll love it this way. Sit on me, on my thighs, just behind my cock."

I laughed. I don't know why. It sounded funny.

I sat down on his thighs, my feet on either side of his body and looked down at his cock. I wanted to touch it but wasn't sure if I should. I thought I should probably wait for instructions.

I knew when I looked at ken's cock that it would fit in me but I wasn't so sure when I looked at Brian's cock. Brian had a huge cock. He hadn't put it in me yet and I knew the day would eventually come and I wasn't really looking forward to it.

"Get on your knees. You'll be able to move better that way. Now move forward until your cunt is directly above my cock. Then grab it and guide it to your cunt hole."

Oh My God, now there were some quite explicit instructions but I was grateful for the details. I didn't know what I would have dome if he hadn't told me.

I got on my knees and wriggled forward until my cunt was directly above his cock then I slowly reached out and held his cock in my hand. I looked down at it and I thought 'this cock has been in my mouth.' It seemed strange to realise that. It's cum in my mouth too and now it's going to go in my cunt and probably cum in there.

I lowered my body and guided his cock to my cunt until I felt the tip of it pressing directly on my cunt hole. Oh My God, I thought, this is it. I'm finally going to get my first proper fuck, but in a strange position. This just didn't feel right with me on top of him.

"Just lower your body when you're ready. Take your time. You're in complete control. Take as much or as little as you want inside."

Oh My God. I hesitated for a long time. I have no idea why. I kept looking at Ken and he just lay there looking at our reflection in the mirrored doors and looking up at me now and then.

The mirrors hadn't even registered with me. I was so involved with the whole 'first proper fuck' thing.

I thought this can't possibly hurt as much as Alun or Theo and it probably won't hurt at all. My cunt felt so wet, so slippery and so loose you could probably drive a truck up there. And I was in control. I could ease back up the moment it hurt. Back up and off it if I needed to.

I slowly lowered my body. I immediately felt the head of Ken's cock slide into my cunt. I stopped. It went in so easily. There must be at least 40 mm of cuk inside me and it felt like nothing. Well, it felt good, but it wasn't forcing me apart like the other two cocks I'd ahd inside me had.

I was on my knees, one knee on the floor on either side of Ken's body. I put my hands on my thighs and just let my body ease back and down… onto Ken's cock.

I fel it slide easily up inside me and I moved my body slowly and cautiously but I felt no pain and no discomfort at all. It just slid into my cunt like it had been made specifically to fit in my cunt.

I just kept going down until I felt it all the way inside me and I was sitting on Ken's thighs. I sat there for a moment, feeling it inside me. It felt good. I realised that Theo's cock had been much, much bigger than ken's and Alun's cock was too, even though he was only 15.
I slowly raised my body up and Oh My God that felt really good. I could feel my cunt sliding up his cock sort of clinging tightly to it as if reluctant to release it.

I raised my body until his cock almost fell out fo me, then I slowly lowered my body again. I thought Oh My god this is my first proper fuck and I am fucking Ken not Ken fucking me. I was in control. Of everything. How fast, how deep, everything.

I will always think of that first time with Ken as my first fuck or at least my first proper fuck.

I slid up and down that cock, up and down, up and down, loving it.

"Slow down." Ken said gently. "Go slowly, take it easy and savour the feeling."
"It feels so good."
"Watch yourself in the mirror. Watch yourself fucking me."

I looked at the mirror and I was shocked. Ken looked so big, he looked fucking huge, and I looked so small, I looked fucking tiny compared to him.

Then I felt something. A strange kind of excitement from watching myself in the mirror, watching my body moving up and down, watching myself fucking. Ken was watching too, obviously enjoying it.

It didn't seem right though. It seemed like some kind of strange pervy thing to watch yourself when you're fucking. But there was no denying what a turn on it was.

I watched my tits. They were kind of jiggling up and down. Bouncing. I began to move up and down faster and my tits bounced even more. God, I wished I had bigger tits, just a handful would do me.

"Lean forward." Ken said.

I took my hands off my thighs and placed them on Ken's big, fat belly and leaned forward. I smiled at him and studied his face. He was incredibly handsome. I loves his closely trimmed, neat beard, his grey streaks at the temples.

"Look at your tits now." Ken said.

I turned and looked in the mirror. My tits looked different. Somehow bigger. He knew I had been watching my tits. He always knew what I was thinking.

"They look fuller when you lean forward. Not too far though. Just enough for gravity to get a hold of them and set them free of your body."

He suddenly sat up and sucked my tit. He sucked it so hard it almost hurt. And it felt good. Very good. His mouth was on my tit, trying to suck my nipple off my tit, and his cock was moving up and down inside my cunt.

I felt his hands grip my shoulders and pull me further forward. I felt him starting to thrust his body up underneath me, driving his cock up into my cunt. It felt different when his cock moved in me compared to when I was moving my cunt on his cock. Surprisingly different.

"Fuck me." I said, without thinking.
"You're learning." Ken said, with a mouthful of my tit.
"Fuck me harder." I said, louder.

Ken suddenly let go of my tit and grabbed my erists, placing my hands flat on his stomach.

"No, you fuck me." He said. "Fuck me as hard as you can. Go on. Do it. Fuck me."

I went nuts. I braced myself with my hands on his big, fat belly and he helped to steady me by holding my wrists and I bounced up and down on him like a crazy woman.

My ass began to slam down onto his body with a disconcertingly loud, kind of sickly, squelching sound. I glanced in the mirror and I was slightly appalled at how crazy I looked, bouncing up and down like a maniac, like a cock crazy, sex starved slut.

My little tits were bouncing crazily and my hair was flying out in all directions.

Ken started thrusting up and again and this time he thrust up so hard and so high that he lifted me high up into the air and I felt like I was going to fall of him. A few times his cock almost fell out of me.

He sat up suddenly without warning, grabbed me and pulled me to him so I was sitign in his lap, face to face with his cock deep inside me. He thrust it in deeper and held me tightly and I felt his body spasm, saw his face screw up and I knew he was cumming. Inside me. Inside my cunt. Filling my cunt with his cum. He moaned, he shuddered, he sighed, he squeezed me tightly, then he lay back down, leaving me sitting on his thighs with his cock slowly going limp inside me.

I fel this cum oozing out of my cunt and running around behind my ass. It felt weird. I slowly eased myself up and his cock fell out of me and lay on his stomach. I peered at it closely. Cum was still oozing out of it.

"Suck it." Ken said quietly.

I kept looking at it. I wasn't sure I wanted to suck it while it still had cum oozing out of it. I don’t know why because he'd already cum in my mouth once before.

"Get on your hands and knees and watch yourself sucking it in the mirror." Ken said.

I knelt between his legs and picked his cock up in my hand. It looked so tiny now. I put it in my mouth and turned to watch myself sucking it in the mirror. I had never seen myself sucking a cock before and it looked weird. I looked weird. It was interesting though.

We both watched and that seemed even weirder. Both of us watching me sucking a cock in the mirror. I sucked his cock for a while but it only ever went a little bit harder, not even half hard.

Then he got up and told me to sit in front of the mirror facing the mirror with my legs apart. I found that a bit confronting. My legs wide apart and my cunt gaping at me.

Ken handed me a dildo. A big, bright red one made of a soft gel like material.

I had never had a dildo before. Never held one in my hand. It looked huge, so much bigger than Ken's cock.

"Fuck yourself with it and watch in the mirror." Ken calmly ordered me then knelt down beside me so he could see me and also see my reflection.

I hesitated. I looked at my reflection, gaping cunt, legs wide apart. I looked at the dildo, bright red, long and thick. About as big as Brian's cock. I didn't thnk it would fit.

"Want me to get you started?" Ken asked.
"Yes."

I thought that would be much easier than me trying to stick it in myself. Ken laughed and took the dildo form me. Still kneeling beside me, so he could watch the mirror, he leaned over and lined it up with my cunt hole.

He held it near the very end and slowly pushed it into my cunt. It bent at first then suddenly straightened and slid right in. I was amazed that it went in so easily and I was even more amazed that it didn't hurt a bit.

It felt good. Very good.

Ken started to fuck me with it, slowly at first, then faster and faster.

"Take over." He said.

I took over and began to fuck myself with a dildo for the first time in my life. I glanced at the mirror occasionally but it was too much for me at first, the sight of me fucking myself like that. It seemed do weird, so unnatural and so wrong.

But it felt so fucking good.

I changed my grip, holding it in my fist and fucked myself with a violent stabbing motion. Like I was stabbing my cunt with it. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I became so engrossed in what I was doing I forgot all about Ken until he put his cock in my mouth.

It was hard again and I sucked it eagerly while I fucked myself and watched it all in the mirror.

"Imagine to men fucking you." Ken said seductively. "One cock in your cunt and one in your mouth."

Oh My God. TWO men? I'd just had my first proper fuck. I had to get used to one man first. I almost laughed.

"I want you to watch when I cum in your mouth." Ken said. "I want you to see what it looks like when a man cums in your mouth."


It was different this time. Ken wasn't just staying still letting me suck his cock he was slowly thrusting it in and out of my mouth. Fucking my mouth. I kind of liked it. I was worried he'd stick it in too far and I'd gag but I liked it.

Then he reached down and took hold of his cock. He started jerking off with his cock in my mouth. I had my mouth wide open and wasn't sucking but part of his cock was in my mouth.

"Just suck the head of my cock." Ken said, sounding a bit strained.

I clamped my lips around his cock just past the head and I sucked as hard as I could. Ken jerked off faster and I sucked harder, as hard as I could.

"Watch. Watch the mirror." Ken cried out.

I'd forgotten I was supposed to be watching. I moved my eyes and saw it. Ken standing there, looming over me, frantically jerking off his cock with the end of it in my mouth.

He shuddered and I saw his body jerk as he came. I felt his cum fill my mouth but even though I was watching myself closely I didn't see anything remarkable. Just Ken's body jerk once. I guess I had seen him cum in my mouth even though I hadn't actually seen anything.

"Next time we should do it with your cock out of my mouth so I can see your cum shoot into my mouth." I said without thinking, half to myself.

Ken bent over and kissed my cummy mouth.

"You're learning very quickly." He said with a smile.

I had a few more lessons to go that night though.

Ken had a shower but wouldn’t let me have one. He told me I didn't need a shower yet. I ay naked on the bedroom floor in front of the mirror, watching myself, trying to get used to the sight of my naked body.

I didn't like it. No matter how I tried I could not see myself as being sexy or desirable. I wondered why Ken wanted to fuck me.

Ken came back fully dressed and put a dog collar around my neck with a leash. I was surprised but not that surprised. I was getting used to surprises.

Ken knelt down beside me and spoke seriously. Very seriously.

"When you have this collar on you're no longer a person. You don't talk, you don't stand up, the only sounds you make are doggy sounds. You can whimper, whine and even bark, but you never speak. You're just a little bitch."

I wasn't even game to nod. Oh My God. Weirder and weirder and yet there was that same strange excitement again.

I nuzzled into his thigh the way a dog would and he beamed with pleasure.

"Good girl." He said and patted my head.

He led me all through the house again like he had the first time except this time I was wearing a dog collar, on a leash and crawling on my hands and knees.

It was hard not to laugh at first but I was surprised how quickly I got into it. After a surprisingly short time, every time he put that collar and leash on me, I automatically slipped into dog mode and remained that way until he took it off.

I took to it instinctively. I loved it.

It was hard going though, on my hands and knees when I wasn't used to it. It's harder than walking. It hurt my knees and my arms but I couldn't complain. I could have whined but that was about all.

He led me outside onto the grass in the backyard by the pool and made me piss on the grass. This was to become one of our regular things.

Then he looked around before taking his cock out. I thought it was funny that he wasn't worried about being seen in his backyard with a naked woman on her hands and knees wearing a dog collar but checked before he took his cock out.

I wondered what he was up to. But not for long. I was on my hands and knees looking at his cock which was right in my face, when he pissed on me. Right in my face. I slipped right out of 'dog mode' and almost leapt to my feet but caught myself just in time.

What would a dog so if it's master pissed on it? Probably just back away. So that's what I did and ken kept moving forward using his cock like a fire hose and pissed all over my head, my face, my shoulders and my back.

There really would have been no point in me having that shower earlier.

I was surprised that he pissed on me but not that surprised. Not after he got me to piss on his floor the first night. And roll around in it.

I wasn't sure how I felt about him pissing on me and that surprised me. I knew I should be horrified and disgusted but I couldn’t even summon those feelings when I tried. No, it just wasn't a big deal to me.

Ken was delighted with me and that made me very, very happy. Ridiculously happy.

He led me back into the house and he washed me in the downstairs shower. He made me stay on my hands and knees and he circled around me with a detachable shower head, and washed me all over with a big loofah. He talked to me the whole time but the way people talk to a dog, not a another human.

He dried me off and then we spent the rest of the evening listening to Debussy with me still wearing the dog collar, lying on the couch beside him with my head resting on his thigh. Like a dog.

I felt happy and relaxed in a way I had never felt before when I was with Ken, especially when I was wearing that dog collar. That dog collar was like the Great Escape from everything that worried and troubled me in my life and in this world.

I felt very happy that night, as if I had passed another important test, but as I lay there on the couch with him I had no idea of what was yet to come.