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This story belongs to my new series: 1000 Words: Picture Stories. If a picture is worth a thousand words, can I paint a scene with the same limitation? The stories in this folder are self-contained, and not interrelated, other than the requirement that they contain exactly 1000 words.

I have a plan, but I'm nervous as hell. I had gotten into an argument with my husband, Chris about our lackluster sex life. Neither of us are happy anymore - lovemaking has become boring. So while Chris and his friend, Darren, were out playing golf, I went to the kind of store you don't want to be seen visiting.

Chris will be back soon, so I prepare in the bedroom. I remove my clothes, leaving my bra and panties lying on the floor next to Rufus. I open the box; inside are leather cuffs and ropes. I tie four ropes, one to each corner of the bed, making sure the knots are tight. Each rope ends in a clasp that is easy to close with one hand, but impossible to open with one hand. The directions state very clearly to never leave someone bound alone, but I knows that Chris will be home soon, and I don't want to spoil the surprise.

I lie down on the bed, leaving the bedroom door slightly ajar. I put the clasps around my spread legs, then hen I clasp my left hand, resting my right wrist in the final clasp. I'm spread out across the entire bed, looking like Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. I chuckle, thinking, "X marks the spot." With ten minutes left, I figure there's no time like the present. I reach with my right hand to close the final clasp.

I tug my arms, testing the bonds, and I'm stuck. I can't reach the button that undoes the clasps. I suddenly feel very claustrophobic, regretting my hasty decision. I try again to pull myself free and the bed shakes. I feel a panic attack coming and I don't know why. I've never felt like this before. I whimper, praying that Chris will get here soon.

Rufus perks his ears, investigating my distress. I take some comfort knowing that at least I'm not completely alone, my gasps slowing. "It's okay, Rufus," I tell the protective rottweiler. He leaps on the bed, anyway, nosing my ribs. I can't help but laugh, tickled, but say, "Stop that! No, Rufus!"

Despite my command, he pokes me again, and I realize that he's not used to hearing "No" without the accompanying gesture. I can't hold my hand up when it is tied to the bedpost! Rufus is smart, and seems to understand that I can't stop him like normal, so he keeps nudging my ribs, licking the smooth skin. I laugh uncontrollably, gasping out, "No!" but it has no effect.

The inquisitive dog begins sniffing along my body, moving lower. When he steps over me, straddling my torso, I try to shrug him off by thrashing. His tail is wagging in my face, and it strikes me painfully. I quickly lose patience, and say as commandingly as possible, "No, Rufus! Down!"

That's when his cold nose presses up against my genitals. I gasp in shock, struggling uselessly as Rufus starts licking me between my legs. He is confident that I can't do anything to stop him and takes full advantage, forcing his tongue between my lips. He probes deeply, coating me with drool as he tastes me. I can't help but admit that it feels really good, but Chris will be home any minute and I doubt this will help our marriage...

Still, I can't resist that smooth tongue sliding inside of me. Looking down, my eyes widen as I see beyond his black balls his erection, emerging from his sheath and resting wetly between my breasts. I'm shocked that he's actually turned on. I'm not a dog! Regardless, he walks around me, his penis swinging beneath him. As he moves between my spread legs, looking at me, I suddenly no longer fear Chris coming home too soon. I see a hunger in Rufus's eyes that make me pray that my husband gets back before something terrible happens.

Though I'm lying down, Rufus puts his forelegs around my waist. I yell at him, but nothing works. I watch as he lines his dick up with my now well-lubricated vagina, crouching low. I stare in disbelief as my husband's rottweiler crawls forward along my body and enters me. I don't know what to say or do, lying there as he inches forward, his hindlegs sliding up under my butt. He is huge, spreading me apart inch after inch until he is a foot deep, his head resting against my bosom, his tongue lolling out over my breasts.

The dog is raping me! I keep whimpering, "No!" to him, but he knows exactly who is in charge. His muscles tensing, he stands, pulling me halfway off the bed by the sheer size and depth of his cock. Only my shoulders touch the bed, my body forming an arch, my hips firmly nestled up against his crotch. Tears stream down my face as he begins to thrust.

Rufus grinds his hips against mine, his glistening erection filling me more than anything I had experienced. I tremble, moaning as he grunts, pumps into me. I no longer struggle at my bonds. Instead I focus on his cock, quick thrusts brushing up against my clitoris. Though helpless, hopeless, and humiliated, I thrust back. Rufus is the best lover I have ever had.

Chris is finally home! I hear the front door slam shut, footsteps coming up the stairs. I don't call out, too ashamed. I'm being raped by a rottweiler, and I'm loving it. But when I hear, "Hey, Chris is going to be late," from the hallway, I freeze. There, at the door, gaped Darren!

A fierce blush on my face, I beg, "Get out! Please..."

Darren closes the door, but I feel a growing pit in my stomach. He had closed the door from the inside. With all my willpower, I meet his eyes, only to find that they are mirrors of the dog's. Darren watches us, hungrily.