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The Dog Behaviourist

I have to admit – I have hell of an unusual job. As you might have already figured it out – I work with dogs. I'm a dog behaviourist and I work alongside a local Vet Clinic, which works on the outskirts of my home town. My best friend is the lead vet over there, and knows a great deal about dogs. My role? I tend to the families of dogs that appear to have emotional problems. Most of them came from shelters or previous owners who either got rid of them or simply were unable to take care of their animals any more. Being a dog behaviourist requires a lot of patience and I don't even talk about the dogs themselves. It's their owners who sometimes require more attention than their fluffy family members. In fact most of the problems with the animals that I work with, are caused by humans and in some cases, it takes time to actually address those problems.

My buddy Mike – who as I mentioned before is the lead vet in our Clinic – and I come a long way from our childhood friendship until this day. He always wanted to be a vet, and actually like not many of our friends, managed to hold to his dream long enough to make it real. He works with two other girls which he studied together with, and they make a strong team. Officially I figure on the payroll as a Behaviourist-Consultant. And I guess, considering what I do at our small Clinic, it's all true. Mike is very observant. He's one of the most skilled vet's I've ever worked with and considering his incredible experience, one of the best in our neighbourhood. Every time he spots an emotional problem with a dog that he is currently treating, he tries to help his owners to address it, before it becomes a real issue. He managed to gain peoples trust, through his honest and hard work over the years, and seeing that with my small contribution to his Clinic's services, that trust continues to profit – both to us and to the animals. That of course incudes their owners as well. You're probably interested what did I mean with “unusual" part of my job.

Maybe I'll explain with simply bringing you the idea of my day at work. I wake up in the morning, get cleaned up – using only smell-free soap and a neutral shampoo – and obviously get dressed. I wear neutral coloured stuff, as I know that sometimes even the weirdest images printed on the T-shirt's or any unusual colours might annoy the animals that I'm about to work with during the day. Why do I wash using odour-free stuff? Dogs are very sensitive animals. They rely on their sense of smell, and considering their – sometimes mysterious and to some degree traumatic – past, you never actually know what might trigger their aggression or anxiety. Showing them my actual smell, and presenting myself to them in a stress free environment as someone who doesn't bring them bad memories is – from my point of view – a reasonable precaution and a good start to work with. I've dealt with aggressive dogs before. I know how to handle them, but the animals I usually work with have... How to say it? In most of the cases very particular issue.

This wasn't actually my own idea to become this sort of animal behaviourist. In fact, it came from Mike, who encouraged me to try using my own experience and love towards dogs, and put it to good use. I must say, it turned out great, and as you will see from my further explanation, it works well for all sides.

After having a small though filling breakfast, I leave my house and go to our Clinic. Mike usually waits for me there with a list of dogs, which will need my attention during the day. All of them are in most of the cases rather large ones, with some emotional or physiological issues, that I'm expected to address. Last time I checked the list, it was Lupus and Roger. One was a black German Shepherd from down town, and the other is a very lovable but troubled Golden Retriever, that lives nearby. It's early in the morning. Mike is still alone at the clinic, as the girls arrive at a later time shortly before we actually open, so for the time being, we are alone. “How are you feeling today?" – he asks me as I check the list of dogs for the entire week. I've worked with some of them. I recognize names and addresses of their homes. “I'm ready for my day job if that's what you ask for" – I look at him, as he goes through the appointments he has scheduled for the first two hours. “That's good. Could you look after Brutus for me later in the afternoon? He's at it again and it drives Martha crazy when someone comes over" – he says not even looking up from above his computer. “Sure" – I nod, as I try to plan the week, accordingly to my upcoming appointments. “Well, it's going to be a busy day. I've got almost all cats for today. Unless someone comes over with an emergency, it'll be all scratches and bruises" – he laughs and gets another sip of his morning coffee. We sit at the office for couple of silent minutes, and before we notice, the girls finally show up. We exchange the usual look with Mike, and I quickly hide my list of addresses for the day, that he printed out for me, getting ready to leave.

It's starting to become a very hot day and I must admit, it's a blessing to have the air-con installed in the car. I drive over to the first house and make sure that the rear compartment is prepared for the dog to travel in it. I've made special adjustments to my mini-van to perfectly fit the dogs I work with and made sure that they do not to get too much stress during the transport. I come up the door, I right the doorbell twice and before I know it, I can hear a loud barking somewhere inside. A woman's voice telling the dog to come over, confirms my expectations. She's a typical housewife, who has little patience for stubborn animals. And while I'm usually right about the first impression, I can't openly express my judgement in front of my clients regardless to what I think about the way they treat their dogs. They expect me to handle their behaviour, and as long as it gets the job done, they rarely ask any questions or listen to lectures. Of course I'm ready to give them a quick tip on how to handle their hairy friends in certain situations, but it only works for as long as they want to work with their dogs on their own and if they are really willing to teach them anything new. In most of the cases, they simply do not have the time for it. They consider their animals not much different than the next gold fish in a bowl full of water, or a cute decoration. They don't care that they have emotions, thoughts and can really feel neglected at times. Of course many people are real dog lovers, and care about their animals in a great deal. But lets be honest – not everyone has the time. Some simply expect that their dog having his own backyard tu run about, and full bowl of food and water, gets the job done. The problem starts, when they behave in a socially unacceptable way in front of the guests, family and friends, when they have a barbecue or other social gathering.

Before the door opens I can hear the woman struggling to attach the leash to the dogs collar, and to hold the animal in place, which indicates that Roger has a lot of unspent energy. Even though they have a considerably large backyard, he's still confined to a small caged space in the very corner of it and he seems to be only allowed to be in there or inside the house. I'm sometimes wondering why people even want to have dogs. When she finally managed to bring him over and open the door, I put on my smily face. “Oh, hi there" – I start, looking her into her large green eyes. They make a perfect contrast for her reddish hair and quite pale skin. She's dressed exactly as it is expected from a typical housewife straight out of another dull TV Series from the 50's where women cooked, baked, cleaned the house and did the laundry, waiting for their husbands to come home from work. I have no doubts that she's almost exactly like those wives. “Hi" – she smiles back, obviously a bit surprised from the way I look. I'm well built, tall with dark brown hair, with a brown-reddish lumberjack beard and probably right now I look more like a construction worker than a dog behaviourist. At the very least I look differently from what she expected. “I'm from the Right Paw Clinic to collect Roger?" – I start off gently, and immediately move my eyes from the woman, to the smiling and panting Golden Retriever, sitting right beside her. “And is this gentleman, Roger?" – I immediately switch to my caressing tone. The dog responds well to my voice and gets on his feet to come over and greet me properly. She looks at my van. It has the Clinic's logo and she seems to be assured that I'm really the one to take her dog for a short while. “Well yes, that's Roger" – I almost instantly feel her voice change, warming up to me as she sees, the dog also seems to be happy to see another friendly face. “He was a gift for our daughter but like all of the new things, she kinda lost the incentive to take care of him, and you know, he's just impossible sometimes" – she starts to explain the reason for his bad behaviour, but I already know that. “Judy was it? Your daughter? How old is she now?" – I pretend to care what she says, but looking into these dark eyes, and this smiling, panting dog muzzle, I'm already making a connection to the magnificent animal, that stands before me. Noticing that I've obviously talked to her husband the day before at the clinic, she earns enough confidence to understand that the dog is perfectly safe in my capable hands, and Roger's behaviour only adds to that confidence.

“She's 16 now" – She handles over the leash, smiling and looking as the dog obediently follows over to me. She looks at him as if if she was watching her own child moving out of the house for good. “Well, we'll better be off. I'll watch over his behaviour in an unknown environment for a change and see how he reacts. It might be just a temporary anxiety issue, but if it's something more permanent or serious, I'm sure we can figure something out too. Don't worry ma'am, he's in good hands" – I offered and she smiled even more politely. She's absolutely clueless to what I'm saying and continues to act in blind faith I won't ask her of anything. She clearly almost never tends to the dog, and doesn't know a shit about taking proper care of him. “Well usually he's a very good boy, but he gets these urges in front of other people, and it sometimes gets out of hand" – she starts explaining, as I shorten the leash and scratch him behind his right ear. Well at least he's well fed as I feel that his fur is nice and soft, so they don't neglect him in the physical sense – I'm thinking to myself as I move my hand over his head. He looks up to me and he already can smell what I'm actually not trying to hide from him. I know that he already got the entire idea, when he smelled me, and he's surely looking forward to it. “I'll bring him over in a couple of hours. I assume someone will be home later today?" – I nod with the usual understanding look, while she confirms my query. “Sure, I'll be here. And thank you. I've heard that you worked miracles in similar cases. I hope, that you can help Roger as well" – she says before making couple of steps back and closing the front door.

“Finally, huh boy?" – I look at the dog, as he affectionately looks back at me. He already knows how this will work. I've spoken with the woman's husband and I'm aware that two or three houses down the street, lives another Golden Retriever similar to Roger, and that she's in heat. It's the season after all. I know that the problem will subside, as soon as he'll get away from the smell of her readiness. I let the dog into the van through the back door, attaching the leash to a special handle, and close it behind him. He's an obedient and very friendly dog as all Retrievers are. Labs are very friendly and open to people as it is in their nature. I'm often surprised that there are people who have difficulty handling them for real. I drive off the driveway, and soon enough, we're on the road. It's chilly inside the van, and as soon as we get from the close proximity of his home, I unlock the rear compartment caged door, allowing the dog to hop onto the front seat. He quickly comes over and sniffs at the couching with great interest. There's a large bag just in front of the seat where I keep spare and clean towels and he also gets a brief sniff before he turns to look through the window, as we pass more of the lovely houses on our way. I use the pilot to open the garage door, as I pull over under my own house and slowly drive in, while the dog patiently observes my every move. The tension between us is easy to detect, and I know that it will continue to grow until we are safely inside. When the door closes, and I cut down the engine, I exhale loudly, as the dog pants, looking into my face. I give him a nice petting before decide to take my shirt off, placing it at the back of my seat. I unbuckle my shorts, and untie my shoes before I take them off as well. Roger quietly watches as I get completely naked in front of him. I get out of the car. There are two sets of doors at the back of the garage. One leads to the house, but we won't be going there. I offer him to get through the second door, as I leave the car door open and follow him to my little sanctuary.

This is where I work with my clients. The room has a lot of space, it's completely unfurnished except for one, large bed in the corner covered in blankets, and very fluffy, soft carpet on the floor. The blankets, and the carpet are covered in dry stains, and there is a certain musky scent in the air, which I immediately inhale with my full breast, as I walk through the door. I switch the air conditioner on, and soon the room starts to feel a lot more comfortable for both of us. I bring in a shiny, metal bowl from the garage and a huge bottle of mineral water, and slowly fill the bowl, after closing the door behind us. Roger is intrigued with all the smells and walks around for some time, sniffing at every corner of my home office with rising curiosity. When he hears the water, he comes up and starts to drink. “So, Roger. Your parents complain that you have issues with humping people" – I start as I sit beside him. When he's finished drinking, he moves over and starts sniffing at my naked body. When he moves his muzzle to my face, I allow him to sniff my breath as I start smelling his own. “I have to remember to let them know about the dental sticks" – I try to make a note in my head. He knows what's about to happen. The tension rises, as I reach around his neck to pet his soft, shiny fur. I also look beneath him. He has nice set of rather large balls which hang between his hind legs, and a thick, fluffy sheath. His penis starts to show, and drips tasty pre-cum onto the carpet, as obviously we both want to get into business. I don't need to stroke him or encourage him in any way. He smelled my body, and smelled the room. He knows the share of episodes which took place here before him, and he's now just waiting for my move. I slowly get up and walk towards the bed to climb onto it. He's watching as I'm standing on all fours. I spread my cheeks and make sure he has enough room behind me, to actually climb over and get going.

Roger soon comes over as expected, and sniffs between my butt cheeks, then at my balls. From experience I know that dogs can actually differentiate between human male and human female. We all smell differently. I also have a completely different scent. Besides my own human one, I also have the smell of a dog bitch. I have done this so many times before with so many different dogs, that in some way, all that sperm they left in me, must have gotten into my blood stream and into my sweat. Whenever I expose myself with no perfumes or without the use of any smelling soap or shower gel, dogs immediately pick that up, and realize that I'm a completely different human being from all the others they know. It doesn't take Roger long to lick at my entrance and get aroused some more. When he climbs my ass to mount me, I lower my upper body, allowing him to get a better grip and angle. I know that so many dogs have difficulty actually hitting the target. I want to ease the process for him as much as possible, and I eagerly spread my cheeks, giving him even better access to my willing hole. He doesn't get in immediately, and jumps off again starting to lick my rear. His frustration builds up to his will to dominate me, and I'm just waiting for the right moment. The second time is an immediate success, and when I feel the first moment as he enters my body, I release myself to him, submitting to his animal urge completely. The Golden Retriever eagerly humps my butt and quickly achieves deeper and deeper penetration of my anus, as I release my muscles, accepting him inside entirely. He's quickly growing, and starts to stretch my hole, but it doesn't get him enough satisfaction, and starts to fuck me with even more force. His strength and power tell me enough about his sexual frustration, that I don't even wish to know for how long has he been unable to have the sweet release. After few seconds I feel him getting into me with his full size and then begins the tie. The knot that's at the base of his dog cock immediately starts swelling and soon enough, he's locked behind my ass opening unable to leave. That's when I become his bitch. His dick sprays his fresh dog cum into my bowels with immense strength and under great pressure, as he pants beside my face, enjoying himself all too well.

Soon enough he becomes one of the largest and the most well endowed Retriever's I have ever came across. His cock gets so big, it stretches my ass painfully enough, that I start to loudly moan out of pure bliss that comes right over me. The blinded windows, that are situated right below the ceiling, allow my little dog brothel to be well lit, but still eliminate the risk of someone being able to see anything that's happening inside. I made sure that they also do not transfer any sounds to the outside world, so when I scream from the pain, accepting a bit too large dog, no one gets interested. And as he decides to move over my back, and turns with me ass to ass, I feel the incredible pressure of that swollen knot, right behind my gapping hole, that right now is just too small to fit the damn thing through. I feel him seeding me as my insides start burning from the hot, doggy sperm that he passionately deposits in me, and man does this feel great. I'm completely succumbed to the animal that had just penetrated my intestines, and accept every drop of his semen within my body. It doesn't really matter how long this will take for him to be satisfied or how many times he will need to claim my ass to achieve that. At this moment I was his private bitch, to please his large, heavy dick, which was planted in me. It took him around 50 minutes to subside enough to leave my ass. The slimy sound of his knot finally being able to pass though my opening echoed through the walls as his wet, still fully swollen dick started sliding outside of me. I felt every inch of it, as the flood of his sperm accompanied the process, running down my legs and over my privates. In the end it all landed on the blankets and on the already incredibly stained bed, which has seen a lot of action in the past months. The large dog tool that slid out of me, kept on spitting the remainder of his sperm onto the carpet, as he went off the bed to rest after intense orgasm.

I wasn't going to move. The bed was soft and cosy enough for me, to position myself with a pillow under my head and just acknowledge the feeling of my well stretched insides and ass opening along with the remains of his orgasm which were left deep in my bowels. It took him about 10 minutes to be ready for the next try. He didn't even lick my ass this time, and went in raw, just pushing his dick as deep inside me as he could. It seemed that he was just getting started. Over the next almost 3 hours he took me as his bitch 4 additional times, before being completely satisfied breeding me. He tied with me on every attempt, and each knotting lasted at least 20 or more minutes before he was ready to leave me. After he ripped his knot out of my ass for the last time, he immediately went off the bed to drink some more water, and didn't even bother licking my ass as dogs often have tendency to do, showing affection to their bitch. This was pure animal sex though. He didn't mate me because I was the bitch he wanted to have puppies with. He did it out of frustration. The sexual frustration, he felt because he wasn't allowed to mount the bitch in heat that lived couple of houses away, and that brought up his anxiety levels to maximum, resulting in his misbehaving. I was pretty sure that after the fucking I allowed him to have, using my body as a bitch substitute, will eventually allow him to stay calm for some time. I always recommended to arrange a couple of more sessions after the initial meeting with me, as the dog's encouraged balls would eventually produce more sperm thinking that the mating season has just kicked in. But that part was already covered with his owner, so it was only the matter of discussing proper dates and times, along with the payments to follow. When I was sure he's not coming for more fucking, I went off the bed, and used one of the blankets, to clean his own cum of his belly so he wouldn't smell of sperm which would immediately arouse suspicion. I licked and sucked his still swollen, low hanging dick before it eventually hid in it's sheath, and then I cleaned him off some more. He didn't mind it. I was human again. It didn't really matter that my ass was just used by a dog, and was full of dog sperm, which continued to drip out of me. My therapy was unusual, but from my experience it was one of not many remedies that worked every time I had to help with similar problem. I went back to the garage, and Roger followed. His cock already nicely hidden, and his belly clean from all the cum – he looked now as if nothing really happened.

Me on the other hand – I was scratched on the sides from his claws, my ass opening was too well stretched after he ripped his knot forcefully out of me, after the last tie, and I was sweaty like a pig. I left him in the garage with the door to my “office" opened, so if he felt comfortable, he could go back inside and smell the other dogs that left their sperm on the carpet, bed or even sometimes the walls. It took me very short to clean the dog smell off me, and I allowed most of his sperm to flow out of me, as I was showering, and soon I was ready to take him home. It was noon. He used me well, but I wasn't in a hurry. I only had one more appointment today before I would head over to take care of my Mike's dog, and he didn't mind even if that took place during the night, so there was no rush. I put on the same clothes I left on my driver's seat, and before I got ourselves in the car, I also put additional towel on the driver's seat, so if there was any more dog sperm to flow out of me, it wouldn't leave a nasty and smelly stain on it. I learned to do use this as a precaution the hard way, and you have no idea how hard it is to actually get the car seats washed with no questions asked.

“Well, who's a good boy?" – the red haired housewife who looked like a time traveller from the 50's opened the door, happily greeting the well exhausted dog, as I brought him to the front door. “Well do you think it's anything serious?" – she asked, taking his leash that I put on him before we departed my place. “Not really" – I replied, looking calmly at the dog, that went to greet her on the porch. I smelled that something was baking in the kitchen, and my stomach reminded me that I also need food. “He simply has some anxiety issues. I have heard that there is a female Retriever living down the street. It would be a good idea to hook them up, if you have good relations with her owners. They'd make a cute couple and we can help distributing the puppies to good families, should they actually get the things working" – I smiled looking into the lady's green eyes. She smiled politely as she led Roger into the house. “How's the money part looking? I'm not sure if my husband covered the today's visit." – she asked, but I just shook my head and smiled. “No need ma'am. He already covered this and three more meetings. You're welcome to join if you wish. It's always good to spend time and learn a few tricks that may come in handy in situations like this." – I offered. She had no idea what the sessions were really about, and didn't have a clue that I have let her dog fuck the shit out of me. Right now I looked as any other dog trainer in the town, and she didn't know that I was the bitch for her dog less than an hour ago. “I wish we could, but our daughter really takes care of him most of the time when she's at home. My husband works during the days, and barely has any time to even spend time with us." – she replied trying to sound concerned that she cannot join the therapy sessions for her Retriever as I knew she would. “That's okay. I understand. You can simply let your daughter know that taking him outside from time to time, and playing with him in a park might tire him enough to be more quiet when at home, but it has to be done regularly as he already shows tendencies to gain weight" – I warned her, and started walking to my car. He sure was getting heavy. I could still feel how heavy he felt, when he climbed my back to fuck me – I though to myself. “Of course, thank you so much. I'll be sure to tell her. Thanks again for talking care of him." – she said, whilst opening the front door, getting ready to return to her kitchen. The smell of baking hit my nose, and I knew that the breakfast was certainly too small today. But I can't eat too much. My ass needs to be clean before the next client – I though to myself, and got back into the van. I looked at the towel lying on my seat. Good thing I didn't turn my back on the nice lady. There was a fresh stain from Roger's cum that must have leaked out of me, as I drove him back. Darn did he use me well – I though to myself as I got the engine running and got en route to my next client. I was still in my car when I remembered. “Shit! I forgot about the dental sticks!"