I wanted to enjoy Him before he was taken from Me

I wanted to enjoy Him before he was taken from Me:



That night at The Tophat was painful. I had to maintain my smile and dodge the groping hands and act interested at the jokes comments and stories of customers, and all the while I was thinking about King dying.
Later, after work, while I was changing in the backroom and dropping my uniform into the mesh bag it went to be cleaned in, Sugar, a dancer spoke to me.
"Hey sweetheart, I hear Tony is going to make you a dancer next week. Congratulations. You'll do great and I already have ideas about some routines I'd love to do with you." Sugar was not so subtly bi-sexual.
I smiled at her, "Thanks."


"You should be excited. We make a lot more than the waitresses."
"I know. And I am glad."
"Some of the girls are getting together at my place tonight to party. Want to join us?"
"Not tonight. I'm very tired."
"Alright. Can't blame a girl for trying."
I finished changing, pulling on my panties and shorts, a tank top and my keds, then went outside and got into my car and drove home.


I began crying on the way home and could not stop, sobbing like an idiot by the time I was home. I got out of my car and went to the front door and then stopped. My sobs slowed as my mind began to work. I would not think what I wanted to, and so my mind went blank a bit. I looked down at my keys and remembered that I had keys to the shelter and could go at any time. I looked at my watch: it was 2:37 am. No one would be there tomorrow anyway.


Without thinking, I went back to my car and drove to the shelter. Once there, I got out of the car, and went in, locking the door behind me and leaving the lights off. I entered the kennel, starting some of the dogs barking, though they calmed quickly when I shushed them. I walked slowly and deliberately all the way to the door of King's cage. I stared at him. He was clearly visible in the low light shed by the green EXIT sign over the back door and coming in the high window from the street light outside. He noticed me and actually lifted his head, ears perking up, as he looked at me.


I pulled my tank top off over my head, throwing it aside, then stepped out of my keds, feeling the warm, rough concrete under my bare feet. It occurred to me that if I did this, it was probably going to be pretty painful from the concrete on my flesh. As that thought wiggled through my mind, I slid my shorts and panties down together to my ankles, then stepped out of them. I was now entirely naked. I looked up and saw that King was now standing, his whole body alert and almost quivering with obvious anticipation. I had never seen him look that way. His eyes glowed yellow and intense at me. He growled, low and deep, at me. There was no menace in it, rather a sense of desire, of passion. It was almost as if he were inviting me, as politely as he could manage, into his cage.


I inhaled deeply, my mind still racing at the thought of this. I could smell the powerful odor of dogs, and my own sweat (I was shiny in the August heat in a light sheen of sweat all over me), and I could smell my vagina, as it released a powerful musky wave of scent. I could feel how swollen and slick with fluids my vulva was. I could feel the powerful tingle in my swollen clit and the flutter and warmth in my womb as my vagina began tenting in anticipation of being entered. My nipples were swollen and hard. I licked my lips, my mouth was the only thing on me that was dry.


Then King uttered a low, sharp bark. It was without a doubt a command to me to come to him and quit fooling around. I opened the cage door and entered the cage, closing it with a sharp click behind me. Now it was over. There was no chance I would get out of this cage without getting fucked by King. I inhaled deeply through my nose again, feeling the tingling of my entire body, in an ecstasy of anticipation, and then walked lightly on the balls of my feet, my labia slick with fluids between my thighs, straight to King.


When I arrived in front of him, I turned, without ceremony, and dropped onto my knees and elbows, reverse-arching my back to lift my ass as high as possible and bracing my self for the force of his mounting. I placed my elbows down and my forearms flat out in front of me, palms down, my knees down and my feet with my tiny toes bent back, trying to grip the rough concrete so I wouldn't be pushed across it.


King climbed onto me immediately, with no foreplay. His massive weight came down on my back, and I felt the warm fur of his stomach and chest on my naked ass and back. His head extended well out past mine over my right shoulder. His crotch curled in tight, against the swell of my buttocks and parted thighs, and I felt his warm fur against my pussy. His powerful front legs wrapped tightly around my waist, lifting me a bit and digging their claws painfully into the flesh of my stomach, just above my patch of red pubic hair. Then I felt something hard and slick poke me in the inside of my left buttock, just below my anus and realized I needed to guide him quickly or he may mount the wrong hole and God knows, that would be a disaster. I reached my right hand back, between my thighs, and took hold of his penis. It was still quite small, hard and slimy. I guided it to my vulva pushing it between my labia minora and pressing the tip against my, for me at least, hungrily gaping introitus. King felt the warmth of my vaginal entrance around the tip of his penis and immediately thrust it in as far as he could. I let go, getting my arm back underneath me to help hold me in place as King, outweighing me by over 60 pounds, began to frantically fuck me, driving his cock like a maddened jackhammer, in and out of my vagina. It was so shockingly violent and brutal and rapid, that it drove the breath right out of me, and left my tits bouncing with no rhythm.


I had expected some degree of loss of control once I presented myself to him for mounting, but the entire lack of any ability to control what King was now doing to me was overwhelming. His cock swelled immediately. One moment, I could barely feel it, the next it was stretching my introitus painfully beyond any width it had ever faced before. The pain was sharp and the voilent force of his thrusts only increased it. Meanwhile, inside my vagina, I could feel his swelling penis, expanding to touch me inside and penetrating more and more deeply into me with each frantic thrust. There was already much more penis mass inside me than I had ever felt before, and it was only increasing. I felt the tip of his cock banging now with each hump, against the back wall of my vagina. I could also feel the dull sense of his penis brushing back and forth over my cervix. Even though it seemed he was in as far as he could go, he simply continued to increase in size and length, pushing ever more deeply into me. My vagina seemed to expand again and accept even more of him as I leaned forward, tilting my torso down to use gravity to expand my vagina for him, but his penis simply pushed all the way in to the back wall, banging against it now with every jerking thrust. And still, his cock swelled larger. Looking back underneath myself, I could see the mass of his penis swelling my stomach and could actually see it moving inside me. For the first time, I could also feel that my vagina was tightly holding his penis, touching it at every point inside me. It was a feeling of fullness that I had never before experienced. My vagina began to tingle deep inside, right at the back wall where the tip of King's penis continued to bang, and I felt waves of warmth radiating out from my womb and up through my torso and down my legs, causing slight involuntary quivering of my muscles. This was new and I didn't know yet what it was. My introitus was now stretched to accept his entire massive width and was wrapped tightly around his swollen shaft. The combination of fluids and my amazing sexual arousal had acted to finally reduce the continuing pain from its stretching.


Then I felt his knot begin to bang against my labia. I adjusted myself a bit, tilting a little more to make the angle better, then reached back between my thighs, parting my labia with my fingers as widely as possible and I began to rock back, trying to time my rocks with King's thrusts, trying to help him get his knot into me. The third time I rocked back, the knot passed into me with a blinding pain and I cried out in sharp agony, my vaginal entrance stretched well beyond its limit. It snapped back immediately and the pain receeded, and it sealed tightly against the shaft of his penis behind the knot, which was already massive and was growing. King continued to hump madly at me though he could only move his penis now about half an inch. Still, he would pull back, stretching my introitus painfully outward with his knot, then forward, forcing pained and passionate grunts out of me with each humping thrust. He was so deeply embedded into my vagina, that each thrust merely moved my entire vagina, stretching it more deeply, then allowing it to retract, then restretching it. I felt pain, but mostly I felt amazingly horny, full and passionate. I looked back again and could see the top of my vulva swollen and mishapen, spread widely open by the massive knot just inside the entrance of my vagina. My clit was huge, gleaming and sticking straight out, quivering with each thrust inside me, clearly being pressed out from inside.


King had been spurting his pre-cum semen since he had entered me. The hazy, slick fluid had been running out of me since he mounted me and had made the insides of my thighs shiny with its slickness. I could occassionally feel it spurting inside me. But when he actually began to cum, it pushed me over an edge I didnt know I had. I felt an amazing pulse as his entire penis, knot and all, pulsed, and then I felt a spurt of hot fluid against the back wall of my vagina, even as the head of his penis pressed deeply into the flesh of that back wall, and another spurt and another. I felt another wave of warmth radiate out from the back wall of my vagina, and suddenly, my breath was driven out of me in a gasp as my vagina spasmed madly, gripping and squeazing on King's massive cock, simultaneously, my abdominal muscles spasmed and my arms and legs shook uncontrollably and a feeling of sexual passion swept through me. I was vagina - that's all I was - accepting the hot sperm of my lord and master. My whole body shook and was swept again and again with a feeling of pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced before. My vagina would not stop spasming, gripping his penis in pulses. His penis meanwhile, continued to pulse as he continued to deposit his cum into me. King had finally stopped thrusting now, and was standing over and above me.


I was a triangle underneath his massive body, my knees and my head both on the ground. My entire body continued to quiver with spasms. Meanwhile, with King standing still, I could feel his cock, extending down from his crotch, unmoving inside me, squeazed tightly by my spasming vagina, pulsing regularly, continuing to cum deeply inside me, depositing his sperm right at the very back of my fully tented vagina. The pulses of his knot and the spasms of my vagina against the massiveness of his knot began to produce a secondary effect. My arms were useless at this point, still twitching involuntarily occassionally, but I could feel a familiar tingling beginning to gain ground in my clitoris. Without touching it, it suddenly erupted in a clitoral orgasm, my legs shaking like crazy as my toes curled painfully from the force of the orgasm, almost immediately, my vagina erupted in another massive series of body-shaking spasms, lights exploded behind my tightly closed eyes and I let out a long, very high pitched squeal. For several seconds, the simultaneous orgasms continued, apparently lifting each other to further depths of my body. My mind was awash with the amazing pleasure that my body was experiencing. I honestly did not know that anything - absolutely anything - could ever feel this shockingly good.


Meanwhile, King stood above me, panting, dripping his drool on the pavement in front of my face, his massive front paws on either side of my head. He stayed still, allowing his pulsing penis to do its work. His pulses and spurts seemed to simply continue further aftershocks in me. I didn't reach another orgasm like I had, but I continued to have body-wracking spasms and pulses of orgasm from my clit as his penis continued to spurt and my vagina continued to massage his knot. We stayed tied for well over 20 minutes, though my orgasms finally ended about 12 minutes in to the tie. The last several minutes I simply remained in position, ass in the air, accepting more of Kings sperm and enjoying the feel of him so deeply embedded inside me.


I enjoyed this time. Somehow, it allowed me to assimilate and accept what had happened. The deeply satisfying feeling of sex washed over me during this time and I felt like a real, sexual woman for the first time in my life. I felt completely satisfied and fulfilled by my lover. I experienced the warmth of the night, the roughness of the concrete under me, the softness of Kings fur against my naked ass, the feel of the soft, furry ring of King's sheeth pressed between my labia minora and against my introitus, the sound of his hoarse breathing as he completed depositing his sperm inside me, the small little gasps of pleasure I let out at each little after shock and at the feel of his warm sperm inside me (yes, I could feel it).


Then suddenly King stepped back and away and his much reduced knot plopped out of me with a sharp pain, followed immediately by the entire length of his massive penis, slithering out of me like a snake. A second later, bright, white semen gushed out of me and ran down the insides of my thighs and down my stomach and into my bush. I almost came again at the image of King's bright white semen tangled in my red pubic hair. I don't know why that image excited me so much, but it did. Actually, to this day, the sight of a canine lover's semen in my pubic hair gets me so excited that I'm ready to be mounted again very quickly.


I was hit with a powerful odor that was a mix of King's dog smell, my sweat and body odor, a thick haze of my musky pussy odor and sharp undercurrents of King's metallic-smelling semen. Then I collapsed on my right side, truly unable to do anything but lay there, my entire body completely drained of any energy whatsoever, while I felt King's cum continue to run out of my vagina and down the back of my right thigh and my right ass cheek. I lay there, in a haze of satisfied pleasure, for well over 30 minutes. If someone had been there, they would have seen a look of complete sexual satiation on my face. My eyes were heavy-lidded, though not closed, and my mouth remained in a satisfied smirk. I had done it, and it had been way, way better than my wildest dreams or imaginations could have expected. How often in life does that happen?


Finally I looked around for King and saw him, laying on his pad, licking his much smaller cock and looking extremely satisfied with himself. I crawled to my hands and knees, my body still quivering, and slowly made it to the cage entrance, opened it, and crawled out, shutting it behind me. I gathered my clothes, slowly, then finally, managed to drag them onto me, without cleaning, and got to my feet, then made it to the office where I grabbed a towel and threw it on the front seat of my car and drove home.



Once home, I went inside, stripped, took a shower, douched, rubbed lotion into my body, especially into my brutally used pussy, then fell, completely naked, into bed. I drifted slowly to sleep with the memory of King's penis, deeply embedded inside my vagina, pressed hard against the back wall, spurting his hot, thick semen against that wall, and what that had done to me.

She also looked forward to meeting King each Afternoon

For the next few days, life continued as it usually had. I worked, paid bills, cleaned my house, etc. I did find myself looking forward to seeing King at the shelter each day, so much so that I decided that I would walk him on the weekends, when I dropped in to make sure all the animals were fed. Usually, we didn't exercise them throughout the weekends, but I decided that I would start taking him out in the kennel run behind the back door during that time. The run was enclosed with a fence and the back wall of the shelter. It was reached by the back door, which opened just behind King's cage.



That Saturday, I threw on a pair of jean cutoffs, a sports-bra top, my favorite keds, and waltzed into work, fed all the animals, then went to King's cage, opened the door and called him to come outside, heading toward the door. He followed, nonchalantly and as if he had better things to do. But he gladly went outside and wandered the area, looking closely at everything. He lifted his leg and pissed on a bush and, for the first time, I noticed the massive balls hanging behind him. I stared at them and the large hairy sheath hanging under his furry stomach, and felt a tingling in my womb and a minor burst of fluid on my vulva. For a moment I stood there, enjoying the sensation of arousal, then suddenly it came to me that it was a dog arousing me and I shook my head, clearing it, and thinking to myself that I was disgusting.



In the meantime, King had strolled over to me and I started to move to the door to let him back in the shelter. He suddenly turned toward me, lowering his head and shoving his muzzle in between my thighs. I staggered back, shocked at the feeling of his nose between my thighs, pressed tightly and sniffing deeply, at my crotch. When I tried to move, he pushed me back and lifted his head, actually lifting me off my feet and pressing my ass and lower back against the cinderblock wall. I managed to get my balance by getting the toe of my right foot down. I felt him moving his nose around in my crotch, seeking to get past my jeans and desperately I tried to push his head away, with absolutely no effect on his massive strength whatsoever. Suddenly, I felt his wet nose slip past the right side of my jeans' crotch and plunge up under them. His nose, sniffing and inhaling deeply, was pressed against my right labia minora, which, as usual, had betrayed me by escaping the confinement of my panties. I was almost crying and yelling in frustration, trying to push him back away from me. Then suddenly he withdrew, and I collapsed to the ground in a heap. He stepped back and went to the door, standing there patiently, as if he had nothing else to do.



I was in a completely unwilling twitter of sexual arousal. My vulva was now soaked with fluid and my pussy lips were slick with it. I could feel my vagina expanding and swelling and the tingling in my womb was overpowering. My nipples were hard and extended and I could feel a blush of shame spreading over my face at the thought that king had done this to me. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" echoed through my head. And even more frustratingly, King's apparent loss of interest in me, after arousing me this way, only made me angrier.



I got to my feet and stomped over to the door, jerking it open. He blithely ignored my obvious anger and sauntered (there is no other way to describe his walk at this point, as if he were very satisfied at what he had done to me) to his cage door, waiting there for me to open it. I walked over and opened it and he started in, stopping as I tried to close it. For several seconds he stood there, me unable to budge him, then finally entering and I closed the door behind him. I was certain that he was letting me know that I did not control him and that he could ignore me at will.



That evening, before going to work at The Tophat, I masturbated in my bed, rubbing my slick clit like mad, my legs extended and flexed and toes spread and pointed, back arched as I erupted into a series of orgasms, roughly pulling and twisting my left nipple (while this does cause me some slight pain, it produces an amazing rush of warmth in my vagina). For the first time in my life I had masturbated while thinking about the massive body of a dog. I didn't know it, but I had just crossed an important line. I thought that since it was private and simply confined to my mind it wouldn't matter, but I was wrong. the images and thoughts and feelings were associated and I was shocked at the enormous power of the series of orgasms that wracked my body as I imagined King.



That night, at work, several men flirted with me and I allowed myself to enjoy the vaginal flutter their attention produced, and I firmly replaced King in my mind with these men, determining that my odd and somewhat disgusting flirtation with the thought of a dog would cease here and now forever. I did not walk King on Sunday when I fed the animals. He didn't seem to care, ignoring me.



During the next week or so I went about my work and business, doing all the normal chores and meeting the responsibilities I had. I had no further serious interaction with King, who seemed to have decided I was uninteresting, given the extent to which he flatly ignored my existence. Having determined to put him aside, I ignored him as well.



On Friday, late in the afternoon, after I had exercised the other dogs, I took King out back for his exercise. He sauntered around the run, ignoring me. After a few minutes, he walked over to me. I turned and reached for the door, to open it and take him in. Before I could get to the door, he was suddenly on me. The next few moments are difficult to explain because nothing like this had ever happened to me before and I was so surprised that the memory of it is to some degree washed in the shock. Anyway, he jumped up and grabbed me around the waist with his front legs from behind and then pulled me to the ground on my knees. All of this happened in less than a second. I was shocked, and frankly, terrified, at the amazing strength he had. I was a rag doll in his grip. I tried to rise and was unable to move even a little. Then he lunged forward, pressing his massive chest against my still back, his enormous head extending well out past my right shoulder. Again, effortlessly, he forced me over onto my hands. He now had me under him, on my hands and knees. Suddenly it occurred to me what he was doing and I began to frantically try to escape, knowing full well what it meant for a dog to mate with a bitch. I exerted all my strength and tried to pull away from him, crawling forward. He tightened his front legs around my waist and jerked hard at me, holding me firmly in place. I tried to collapse on my stomach, and found myself held up by his front legs as if I were nothing but a toy.



The fighting around and my commands to him had done nothing to change the situation and now he was thrusting hard at my ass, obviously trying to find a way to enter me. His thrusts resulted in painful poking of the soft flesh of my crotch, ass and the backs of my legs as he moved around, trying to find a way inside me. I had worn a pair of lycra shorts, fortunately, so he could not get in. My t-shirt had been pushed forward and was bunched at my armpits, leaving me naked on top, my tits swinging underneath me as King thrust urgently at me, and when I looked back underneath myself I saw his paws crossed under me, pulling hard at my flat stomach, and then realized the sharp pain in my stomach was from the force of his dew claws, digging into the soft flesh of my stomach while tightly holding me in place. I then saw his penis, for the first time. It was pushing between my thighs as he had adjusted himself down to try and find a way into me. It was thin and shiny with fluid and light pink with a point and it was spurting cloudy streams of fluid with each thrust. It was now rubbing along my vulva, underneath me, and the sensation was, shockingly, exquisite. I tightened my thighs together to try and push him out and he started humping hard, apparently taking the pressure as his cue to get busy fucking me. Almost immediately his penis started swelling and before I knew it, it was a massive tube of canine penis thrusting rapidly in the small gap created between my closed thighs and vulva. I felt the knot start pounding the back of my thighs and suddenly I saw a spurt of bright white dog semen shoot from the hole at the tip of his penis and strike my stomach, clinging to my skin in stringy, syicky gobbets. I watched in some shock and fascination as he came repeatedly, shooting the streams onto my stomach and some of them even made it to the bottoms of my tits, which were bouncing underneath me as he humped at me. I noted that my nipples were, in fact, as hard as they could be, swollen and wrinkly. The feeling in my crotch was even more powerful and I started to reach down and twist a nipple, then caught myself. I would not participate in this, but would just ride it out, I told myself.



Suddenly, he pulled back and away from me, and for the first time since I met him I heard a growl. For all the world, I swear he growled in frustration. I cautiously rolled over, sitting on my ass. He stood there, looking at me. His eyes were usually a flat yellow, but right now they were blazing at me. I looked down at myself, my crotch, stomach and tits wet with his semen, and pulled my t-shirt down, covering myself. I would need to clean up. The smell of his semen was powerful, sharp and metallic. He walked past me and strode to the door, waiting for me to open it without even looking at me.



For the first time, I got a good look at his penis and I caught my breath in fascination, immediately feeling the rush in my womb again at the sight of the dripping monster. It was massive, over 2 inches thick, over 7 long from the knot. The knot, shaped like a disc, was over 4 inches in width and added another inch and a half to the length. It was bright red with purple veins, and an almost perfect tube in its present state. The end was broad and flat with a small tip protruding from the bottom and a large hole in the middle of its face. It was presently dripping milky white semen from the tip and swinging loosely between his hind legs.



I got up, again blushing like mad at the thought of what I had felt, looking at that penis, and opened the door. He strode in and went straight to his cage. I opened the door and he went in, without looking at me, as I shut it behind him. It was clear to me that he was angry with me for something, and I was fairly sure I knew why.



I went to the bathroom, before anyone could see me and began to try and clean up. I removed my tights and dropped them in the sink, soaking them. They were so wet with a combination of King's and my juices that the only thing to do was to soak them, wring them out and wear them wet. If asked, I would say a dog peed on me so I washed them. Meanwhile I removed my t-shirt and wiped King's cum from my torso. The smell again hit me, this time joined with the musky scent of my own sex, now that my tights were off (I didn't wear panties with lycra tights). I felt myself being aroused again and, sitting on the toilet, I spread my legs, placing my feet on the sink and rubbed my clit with my right hand while twisting my left nipple with my left hand, driving myself to an orgasm in seconds, my mind filled with the image of King's cock. That was the second line I crossed, without knowing its importance. this time it wasn't just King I thought about, massive and furry and beautiful, it was his enormous penis and what I wanted him to do to me with it. I hadn't yet admitted it to myself, but I masturbated gladly to it and was stunned at the overwhelming orgasms that shook me. After the third, I stopped and took my tights out of the sink, wrung them out and put them on. Then I pulled my t-shirt back on.



When I cam out, I saw the animal control officer talking to Eric, my boss. I went over to them and heard that the order had come to put King down. In a daze, I heard Eric tell Jim that it would have to wait until Monday since it was too late to do it today. After Jim left I tried to talk to Eric to see if there was some way to save King, but he made it clear to me that there wasn't. There was a court order requiring that he be put down. It would happen Monday.



I walked down to his cage and looked in at him as I was preparing to leave. He was laying on his pad, ignoring me. His body language seemed to be telling me that it was wrong of me to withhold myself from him - that I owed him full surrender, since he would soon be gone. I tried to speak to him, but he ignored me.



Finally, I left work, showered, and went to The Tophat for my Friday night shift.



End of Part II

A young Lady lost for Love,but a Surprize:

This is the story of how I became who I am today. Because my sexuality is absolutely central to my person, this memoir is explicitly sexual and very, very transgressive. Therefore, if explicit sexual descriptions of transgressive sexual actions offend you, read no further. Stop now and go away or delete this. I, and who I have become, can not be understood without these descriptions because they explain how I developed into who I am now. At first, I was greatly disturbed by the changes that have occurred in my life. I was somewhat disgusted with myself and my actions. But I have learned to accept who and what I am and have acted to avoid inflicting harm on anyone or anything, but my sexuality is certainly not considered normal and many believe that my sexuality is wrong. The descriptions matter because they are tied to the physical feelings, and the emotions that grew out of those feelings, that together molded me into the "me" of today.



To start, I begin this memoir when I was 21 years old. I am actually quite a bit older than that now, but still, it begins when I was 21 because that is when I took the steps that began my transformation. If this memoir is well-received, I may continue to reveal it to completion, but maybe not. I have fought with myself a great deal to simply do this much. I will often use the word "was" in reference to myself. Many times, I still "am" what I "was" but since this memoir looks back, I will tie things to how they were then.


Sexually, I was extremely reserved, given my very controlling upbringing and education and my experiences at home. As a result, I had no sexual experiences of any kind until after my 19th birthday, and all of my experiences have been with people the same age as, or older than, myself. My sexual experiences after that were limited and, mostly, irritating. Like any young woman, I certainly anticipated and looked forward to sex. I desired it and regularly developed the warm flush and tingle in my womb at the thought of it, but then when it actually occurred I was dissappointed and irritated. It never lasted long enough, it never provided me with sexual release, and it appeared to simply be an irritant. I routinely gave myself orgasms through private masturbation. That was my sex life. An occassional sexual act, followed by irritation and dissatisfaction, further followed by private masturbation. I had almost reached the point of determining that my sex life would be myself and my right hand for the rest of my life. Besides, who could trust these men? I certainly didn't.



Physically, I was tiny. That is no exageration. I was 4 feet, 11 inches tall and weighed 92 pounds (I was slim but not skinny and my health was quite robust and my arms and legs, though very small, were nicely formed and rounded). My waist measured 19 inches, my hips 27 and my chest 29. My breasts were "c" cups, by the barest of margins, but on my tiny frame they looked quite large. I was very small-boned and my feet were size 3 1/2, with my longest toe, the second one, being barely 1 inch in length. My largest finger, my middle one, was just under 2 inches in length and was ring size 3/4s. My wrists measured 2 1/2 inches in circumference and my ankles were 5 inches in circunference. The rest of my body was similarly tiny.



My hair was strawberry blonde, with the emphasis on strawberry since it was more red than blonde. It was fine and thin and I wore it long. My eyes were pale blue, almost grey, very round, and oddly large for my face. My skin was very pale and I had small dustings of freckles on my cheeks and nose and upper chest with a few more on my shoulders and upper arms. I had a strawbeery birthmark, the size of a silver dollar, on the inside of my right thigh. My cheekbones were high and arched, my chin firm, my forehead broad and my nose small and pert, with a very slight uptilt. My mouth was wide and my lips were average in thickness.



My breasts were slightly mismatched with my right one being a hair larger than the left and with its nipple being just a bit more outside and above, than the left nipple. My nipples were small and pink and the aureoles were also small and mostly pink with a brown shade. I had freckles across the top of my tits. They hung nicely, being young and still firm, but also being real, they sagged a bit and swung when I walked or moved and if I laid back, they drifted apart and toward my arms, if I leaned over, they hung down like normal breasts.



I was a fanatic about body hair and kept mine completely removed except for the hair on my head, my red eyebrows and eyelashes and my carefully manicured patch of pubic hair. My pubic hair was red, with an occassional golden thread mixed in. I kept it shaved into a tight triangle on my mound, with thin ruffles of hair running down the outside of my labia majora, three quarters of the way back between my legs, where the ruffles terminated. Other than that, I had no body hair that I allowed to remain. My buttocks were small, though very rounded, and very firm.



My labia majora were thick lips that did not close and my labia minora, my personal embarrassment, were quite large and wrinkly flaps of flesh that dangled down from my crotch at all times, unless held in place by panties, etc. My clitoris was usually exposed as its hood never fully covered it, and it was small and pinkish purple, depending on my mood. My vaginal entrance (my introitus) was very small and usually maintained a width of barely 3/4s an inch, which meant that sex was often painful for me until I relaxed fully and/or was properly lubricated (though even then I usually ached later from the stretching). My vagina was tiny at rest and I could just reach my cervix with my middle finger, meaning that, absent the miracle of vaginal tenting, it was less than 2 inches inside my vagina. Fortunately, my tiny body was able to acheive some miracles of vaginal expansion when properly motivated and aroused, as you will see later.



I lived in a small house of three rooms that I rented in a private housing development for low income folks. My place had a bedroom, a closet that my landlord called a bathroom, a living room and a kitchenette (with a sink, refrigerator and stove). It was under 700 square feet total and had no airconditioning. But I could afford it and it was safe for me.



I worked 2 jobs at this time. My newest job had come after much soul-searching and hard arguing with myself. I had recently been hired as a topless waitress at a gentlemen's club called The Tophat, owned by a large man named Tony. It had been very difficult for me to reach the conclusion that to make ends meet and get ahead financially, I was going to have to use my body and sexuality. The Tophat was a strip club, but girls were hired first as waitresses and then, after Tony was convinced they were ready and would be profitable, they would get offered the position of dancer. The dancers, of course, made way more money than the waitresses. As a waitress, I wore the uniform that we all had to wear. Six inch stilleto heels, fishnet stockings held up by a black lace garter belt, a black g-string (which only served to emphasize my labia minora by parting them and leaving them dangling on either side of the string), a black bow tie and white cuffs with gold cuff-links. This job allowed me to work on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights from 8:00 pm to 2:00 am. I took it for the money, and for the hours because it left me free to continue working at the job I really loved: which was at an animal shelter.



I had always loved animals and felt sorry for them. I enjoyed showering attention and affection on them. I always wanted to protect them. I had taken a 9:00-5:00 job, every week-day, at a kennel not 5 blocks from my house. It was run by a charity that ran several in my city. There were several employees, but I was one of the newest, which meant that I did most of the direct animal care. I was also responsible for opening and closing. It was a minimum wage job, which is why I needed my moonlighting at The Tophat (which I kept secret from my boss and co-workers at the shelter). This job was the reason I got up in the morning and the other job was simply to ensure that I could survive to keep this one, which is why the scheduled hours mattered so much to me.



On the morning this memoir begins, I woke, as usual, around 7:00 am and layed there, sweating in my bed. It was mid August and very hot and sweltering. Being a bit nervous, I always kept my windows locked at night so by morning I was usually sweating profusely. I usually slept in panties and a long t-sirt and by morning would have kicked off all the covers. I favored cotton V-string panties and wore them exclusively. This morning I rose, showered in lukewarm water, brushed my teeth and hair, placing it in a ponytail, then pulled on new panties and a pair of jeans, slipped on my white keds and a tank top and went into the kitchen for breakfast. I ate a muffin, drank a glass of grapefruit juice, and then sat down and watched tv for a half hour or so before I needed to head down and open the shelter.



Eventually, it was time for me to go and I headed out. My car was a new geo metro hatchback, panic-button red, and I loved it since it was mine. Anyway, I headed down to the shelter and, on arrival, noted that there was an animal control vehicle in the gravel parking lot. They often brought animals they had picked up to us to hold and without that it was likely the shelter couldn't survive since the city, at least, paid. I pulled in and hopped out of the car, walking over to the truck. The animal control officer, a large, happy, and pleasant fellow by the name of Jim, got out of the truck and called out to me, "Hey Kat. Got an inmate for ya."



"What is it?"
"A dog. We need you to hold him until the court decides whether to put him down or not."
"What did he do?"
"Bit a man. But between us, the idiot probably deserved it. The real reason they'll put him down is because he's a Wolf-Husky hybrid and those are illegal in the city. The owners have already said they wouldn't fight it so it's just a matter of waiting on a judge to issue the order."
"Alright. Well, if you want to get him and bring him in, I'll find a place for him."
"He needs to be held alone. He doesn't do too well with other dogs."


Okay."
I turned and went inside, unlocking the door, turning on the lights and inhaling the odor of dogs, which, while others find offensive, I have always loved. I got the chart out and found a cage for him to be kept alone, at the end of the dog kennel, on the right, just inside the exercise door. I powered up the computer and began to preapre the paperwork for intake and, as I did, heard Jim bringing him in. I glanced up, and my breath caught in my throat at the sight of him.
He was magnificent. He was huge, easily the largest dog I had ever personally been around, with the thick, beautiful fur and the curled tail of a siberian husky. His body and legs were also like a husky's, thick, stocky and heavy. But his head was all wolf, triangle-shaped, with a long, pointed noise and yellow eyes. He looked me in the eye, then looked away like he wasn't interested in me. Surprisingly, I felt a twinge of hurt at his lack of interest in me. Jim was leading him on a leash.


"Can that leash control him?" I asked, a bit concerned.
"No. If he wanted to get loose he could. Actually, he's harmless because if he wasn't, I'm not strong enough to control him."
At intake I found that he was 153 pounds, and that his back was higher than my waist. His paws were almost twice the size of my hands and his head was much larger than mine. His torso was easily twice the size of my own. His name, appropriately enough, was King.
After completing the paperwork, we walked him down the center of the dog kennel to his cage and I opened it. Jim told him to go in and he glanced at me again, then looked away and strode in to the cage. I shut the mesh door behind him with a snick. I was a bit bothered by how irritated King made me. He was easily the most fascinating animal I had ever seen, but he seemed completely disinterested in me. It was like being in school and having a guy ignore you. I found my emotions weirdly frustrating and irritating. Eventually, I told myself to quit being an idiot and ignored it and completed my work throughout the day.