Learning the ropes, Grace does my training
Story by dieselmutt on SoFurry
The next part of putting on a show.
I was allowed to keep the; ears, tail, collar and cage along with a key. Grace wanted me to get used to wearing it for at least half a day without any problems. She would get my phone number from Russ after making some arrangements. Which was to let the other ladies know she had something special for their enjoyment, though they did not get any real details as I was later told; she had only mentioned that it was something they had not seen at one of their meetings before.
Having your dick surrounded by stainless steel made doing some tasks a little more interesting than they normally would have been. Like working on heavy equipment and trucks, the heavy weight of the cage always made itself well known when trying to crawl under or over equipment to work on it. Just about the time I would forget it was there, I would move in such a way as for it to make itself known.
For Frank’s part, he didn’t seem to notice or care if I was wearing the chastity cage, ears and collar. Just so long as he could take me anytime he was allowed to, he was happy. Ashley had come over on one of those days where I just stayed undressed so Frank could mount me anytime and found the collar and cage hot enough she felt the need to masturbate on my bed while Frank mounted me.
Grace texted me one day to see if I could come out to her place for a little pet training. As she wanted to know if either of the studs she had in mind would need some incentives for making me their bitch. She also wanted to do a little training of her own, a statement that had a winky face emote after it. When the day finally came, I was nervous, no sense in lying about it. It is one thing to be a pet to someone you know really well, it is much different when you agree to it having met the person once.
It was a bit more of a drive out to Grace’s property than out to Russell’s, and much farther off the highway. The road was mostly cleared of snow, though there were a few drifts to go around or thru. Two large logs held up a sign to the ranch as well as the electronic gate, I had my own gate code. Except for the chastity cage, everything else was in a small bag. Grace greeted me at the door with a warm smile, still dressed very modestly.
After taking off my boots and coat I was given a bit of a tour, offered a drink and was led back to the master bedroom. It was quite large with an enormous bathroom and walk in closet. Most of the furnishings were rustic or cowboy, except for the stone tile shower which was large enough three or four people could shower comfortably in. I sat the bag down and Grace instructed me to strip down and put on all of my pet gear. I was to sit on the rug in the bathroom while she went back to change herself.
“It’s been a while since I have worn this, but I think it still fits well. What do you think?” Grace asks as she comes out of the closet having both literally and figuratively letting her hair down.
Probably every over used cliché came to mind about an older women who was still very physically attractive, along with comments that could be considered patronizing given on how poorly they were worded. Thankfully all I managed to say was “Wow”.
Grace stood before me in an enchanting dark green corset, panties, garter with thigh high pantyhose and four inch heals I would guess. The panties rode high on her hips and had a touch of lace, the corset hugged her wonderfully with only lace supporting the underside of her breasts stopping a half inch under her half dollar sized areolas and stiff nipples. Her silver streaked dirty blond hair mostly fell straight down except for a few waves and the erratic curl from the wind and being tied up.
Her legs and ass were still well toned, her breasts were large but not out of proportion to the rest of her. She was quite striking, but not so much from physical perfection. She had the self confidence to not be ashamed of the blemishes, stretch marks or scars. Grace had the body of a women who lived an active and not always pampered life, a women who also wasn’t afraid of enjoying an extra slice of cake with her grand kids. I would say that her imperfections enhanced her beauty instead of detracting from in.
“Wow, is all you have to say.” Grace placed a hand on her hip and did not seem to like my answer.
“Without sounding patronizing, stupid or reciting an overused cliché.” I hesitated and after a pause came up with a better answer. “You look stunning.”
Grace gave it a little thought and gave me a sly smile as she walked closer. “Something like well aged fine wine or making young women jealous.”
“Exactly like those. Considering how you dress when I have seen you in town, seeing you like this, caught me off guard.” She was close enough I could have reached out and touched her, and truthfully I would have liked to have stood up and embraced her.
“That is a little better.” Grace looked down at me. “So I will be safe to wear this later at the event.”
“I believe so, I know I will not be forgetting you dressed like this anytime soon.” I smile up at her. “This isn’t an angle I am used to admiring beautiful women from, though it is a great angle.”
Grace smiled and laughed. “In this type of setting you aren’t supposed to make your master laugh.”
“That is likely going to be impossible.” Grace walks past me and I smile a bit as she does.
“Come along, hands and knees.” Grace glances back and asks “Why do you say that?”
I crawl after her. “You have a beautiful smile and laugh.”
Most of today’s training was less actions and more of how to behave. Grace didn’t need me to know all of the ins and outs of a full master pet relationship, just enough to be presentable at the event. I did my best to keep comments to things Grace wanted hear, though I did pepper them with some humor or flirting. I’ll blame some of it on her lovely figure and laugh.
With the other things gone over we went down to the basement where the actual meeting and show would be. I was thankful the floor was heated, it was a little cooler down here. Grace had Russell build her a similar breeding bench, this one was a bit bigger so I fit on it better along with a little thicker padding. It had fewer hooks and clasps since I did not need them and allowed for a little more movement if I needed to adjust so the dogs could mount me.
The first stud was a pure breed standard poodle… I wasn’t all that surprised. I had not seen one quite as tall as he was, his name was Priapus and he was rather handsome. My chuckling at his name apparently caught Grace off guard. I was not completely unfamiliar with Greek mythology, so I asked why she named her poodle after him.
“I just thought it a fitting name for a poodle this large.” Grace allowed him to come over to me. I was not on the bench so I could have a little more freedom to encourage the dogs to mount me.
Priapus was friendly though no amount of coaxing would get him to mount, even with Grace trying to help him out. So she had him lay off to the side and brought Moose in. I had thought Moose was a German Shepherd, but he was a Malinois. A large and very friendly dog, who was more than happy to have someone to play with, and who also didn’t need much convincing to try and breed me. I only had to push against him twice to give him the idea.
Moose was like Max, and panted loudly as he claimed me as his with fair more energy than I was used too. He did need his claws trimmed or filed before the event, as he did give me a couple good scratches. Moose was also a caring lover as he licked my face a lot after knotting. Grace gave him lots of petting and praise, since this was behavior most people didn’t want, or maybe she thought Priapus would get jealous and take me after Moose. Grace also apologized for Moose drawing a little blood.
“It is okay, he isn’t the first one. Kind of goes with the act.” I reach back and scratch his neck. “I keep Frank’s claws filed regularly, or the scratches would have people asking questions.”
Grace smiled. “I could see how those would raise some questions. He will be well groomed by the event. How does Frank do with other dogs?”
“He does rather well.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“I meant how does he do with other dogs mounting you?” Grace asks as she kneels in front of me. “If you brought him would he get defensive if Moose mounts you first?”
I moan as Moose shifts his weight to turn. “That I don’t know. Russ never lets more than one dog in at a time. Though… never mind.”
She smiles brightly. “No never minds, you have to tell me everything.”
I sigh as I am rather stuck at the moment. “It’s weird, I don’t think you would believe me.”
Grace reached out and lightly caressed my cheek. “What could be weirder than doing it with dogs?”
She had a point and damn her eyes were so pretty. “The days I go home with other dog’s cum in me… Frank seems to try harder, like he has something to prove.”
“We might have to see if he would like to come play too.” Grace stood up with a smile and walked a short distance to sit on a chair. She sat quite lady like, for someone who wasn’t wearing all that much. “I wonder if Russell would let Brutus come over. I’m not sure he would want to be around all those people though.”
Grace speculated out loud while Moose was knotted to me. Priapus did seem like he might be slightly interested now that Moose had taken me. With our tie ended Moose gave me some sloppy licks before going over to bug Priapus. I crawled over to the bench and lay on it, just to give me arms and legs a bit of a break. Grace and I spoke for a while when a cold nose startled me and got Grace to giggle.
Priapus had come over to check me out and that was about it. Moose was happy to come over and mount me again; the bench didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. As Moose grunted and humped Grace spread her legs slightly and started fingering herself. Ashley has watched and fingered herself a few times, and it adds a little bit of a thrill to the act. I think Grace’s age made it even more… something, I don’t know how to describe it.
I reached back and scratch Moose, giving him praise. Grace seems to enjoy me asking him to fill me up. The more I degrade myself by submitting to the dog, the more she seems to get off, as she has now pulled her panties out of the way. Moose was quite happy with being told he was such a good boy while he was tied to me. I glance at Priapus who seems to have gotten a bit jealous as he circles Moose and I, his own prick hanging out slightly. I would like to say, that nothing was standard about the standard poodle and Priapus was a fitting name.
Moose was a bit surprised when Priapus growled and snapped at him once the tie ended, Moose quickly ran over to Grace as Priapus decided he needed to make me his bitch. Priapus was tall, but not as heavy as Frank or Brutus, though he was Frank’s equal in the size department. He also held on much tighter and humped much harder than Moose. I really couldn’t do much but moan and grunt along with Priapus as he fucked me in front of his master.
I was surprised that Priapus’ knot seemed to swell up much larger than I would have thought, I was his. Grace moaned and after a moment pulled her panties back up. She was more than pleased with her two stud’s work making sure I was their bitch.