Lana and I had lived together for almost three years. Then the betrayal came. She had been married to a service man for 19 years and had cheated on him regularly. Her list of one-night-stands during their marriage put the average at two per year. I met Lana after she had decided it was time to end the marriage and so I was technically having an affair with her when her marriage ended.

Both my prior wives had cheated on me, as had a few girlfriends. It is funny (not really) how a woman will always seek a new lover before telling you it is over and think nothing of it, justifying it as, 'it was over in her mind.' I was determined it wouldn't happen again. I knew Lana to be addicted to the salacious and tawdry effect of the "lust high." I even told her so. I told her I would allow her to have other lovers, if we kept it within a Swingers arrangement, or fantasy fulfillment, and as long as she didn't do it behind my back. We were both Scorpios, so our sex was awesome and intense. It often took kinky turns. We also believed heavily in astrology and studied it and the other metaphysical sciences in detail. The problem with Lana though was she would take an astrological prediction to heart and make it real, and though it varies from person-to-person, Lana was heavily influenced astrologically.

Lana was naturally submissive and so we often role-played D/s in scenarios we called Master/pet. She had many sexual fantasies, and most were of her being submissive and used by people and animals, usually under the auspices of a Master. I thought to capitalize on these facts, by persuading Lana to become my full-time submissive and allow me to guide her through some fantasy realizations. I didn't want to share her sexually. Yet, I reasoned if I got her into some kinky situations involving other people and she saw she could achieve her craving for the "lust high" without cheating, it would be something I could allow, as I would enjoy the scenarios, as well. A rather loose distinction from actual cheating, I know, but it worked for me, but Lana always refused; alleging the cheating person in her was gone for good and that she preferred to leave her fantasies in the world of make-believe. I pressed on, for I knew the old saying, "once you've tasted forbidden fruit" and knew it to be an addiction that Lana couldn't control, try as she might.

The middle of our 3rd year together, my fears of betrayal had forced me to pressure her till she left me. We quickly reconciled, and I went to visit her on a couple of occasions while I rode out a downturn in my employment. Everything was fine and then she read some astrological predictions that said Scorpios in relationships would have problems in May 2000. At the same time she had what is termed in Astrology as 'A Uranus Half-Return' which manifests itself in ways similar to a mid-life crisis and occurs in most peoples astrological cycle between 38-43 years of age. Lana was 40. The astrological aspects of this cycle are people want to redefine themselves, to the point they throw out the good as well as the bad. The baby with the bath water so to speak. So to an un-savvy observer it appears to be a middle-aged crazy thing. In May 2000, Lana started fighting with me every time we were on the phone, and it worsened after I left the state to go to a new employment contract in another state. Money was tight as the checks, though lucrative hadn't as yet started coming in. I grew tired of arguing with her at long-distance phone rates, so after repeated warnings I hung up on her one day. She promptly went out and found a 25-year-old lover, then got guilty about it and told me and ended our relationship to pursue her feelings for this boy. So after about 6 months he made it clear through his actions that all they could ever be were lovers and she came back to me. I was determined this time would be different.

In the past I had always sought her concurrence, now I would move forward and roll with the flow of the moment. I started planning the first scenario I would expose her to. She had this fantasy where she was submissive to a burly serviceman whom she just called Captain. She never called him Master and he never called her anything but bitch in a derogatory sense. When we role-played Master/pet, I called her bitch and slut and whore, not to degrade her, but because it appeared to excite her. She had never complained about it either. I also always insisted she call me Master in keeping with the manner D/s prescribed. Even though after we parted she said she had hated the Master/pet stuff, she continued to fantasize about being submissive to a Master. So I thought I would alter the scenario to perfectly match her interpretation of the Captain fantasy to me, to see if it would be more rewarding, for her. I actually started on Saturday, though the Captain fantasy wouldn't occur until the next day. I had moved to a town a couple hundred miles from where she lived and taken a job there. I had rented a small farm in the country. We had been dating for a while, and I had purposefully avoided a sexual relationship with her, telling her I feared our feelings would be sexually based again, if we went back to bed too soon. She had said she felt our prior relationship had been sexually based. It had and I loved it. I also told her I knew if I had sex with her, I would be full-blown in love again, and I wasn't sure if I wanted or was ready for that to happen. All this had the desired effect. It was like dropping the gauntlet of challenge at her feet, and she was determined to get me in bed. When I went to see her on the weekends, I always took a cot so I could sleep in the living room instead of with her. This was all in keeping with the plan. I had talked incessantly about my little farm in the country, and finally one weekend when we were making plans for the following weekend. She suggested why didn't she come to my place for a change, that my coming to hers all the time put the burden of travel on me. I agreed. So I bought her a plane ticket and she traveled to me the next Friday night.

Of course, she knew it would be rude of me to require she sleep on a cot, and that night she snuggled against my back, making it extremely difficult to not fuck her brains out. I finally was able to go to sleep, though it was extremely difficult as you might imagine. It's kind of like that old joke, "what's the difference between light and hard? You can go to sleep with the light on."

The next morning, I awoke at sunup as usual and had a couple of cups of coffee, then when I knew she was starting to stir, I made her a cup of tea, and went into the bedroom. I woke her as I came through the door and told her I had decided it was time to see how I felt after making love to her. She smiled. We had often talked of my tying her to the bed and fucking her all day and I said that is what I was going to do. She smiled an even broader grin. I told her to drink her tea, go to the bathroom, brush her teeth or whatever else she needed to do to be comfortable, then go back to bed. I was going to drink another cup of coffee and that would give her the time she needed to prepare. She nodded her assent. I came back ten minutes later and she was in bed naked. I tied her spread-eagled to my antique four-poster bed, and fucked her all day. As quick as I could get an erection from the last orgasm, I would be back in on her. She loved it. About 4pm, I untied her and told her to shower and we would go to dinner.

We had a nice romantic dinner in a cozy restaurant and then went home. We cuddled on the couch watching 'Titanic' until bedtime, because she had always considered that a romantic movie. I started setting up for tomorrow, by asking her to wear a tight tee shirt and skimpy bikini panties to bed. In her Captain fantasies this was how she slept because he always came in the morning. And this was how he required she be dressed when he arrived. When she had related the fantasy to me, she said she had always worn cotton granny-panties and a gown or pajamas to bed till Captain started showing up one morning. She gave me no argument about what I asked her to wear, because she had already reverted to her submissive posture with me. I now had to learn how not to push my dominance of her submission too hard. I needed to learn just how submissive she wanted to be and to not push that boundary, or set things up to preclude that possibility. I liked the later idea and that is what I was pursuing.

The next morning started as it had the day before, and Lana was tickled at the prospect of being tied up and fucked all day again. The differences started appearing when I came back in the room ten minutes after waking her with a steaming cup of tea. I was dressed in tiger-stripe fatigues and had put cameo makeup on my face. I walked into the room and the look on her face was priceless. Definitely a Kodak moment, though I didn't have a camera handy.

I spoke in the harsh voice of a Marine Corp Officer, "Bet you didn't expect to see old Captain this morning, now did you, my pretty."

"Nuh No Captain, I didn't." A faint hint of fear in her voice.

"On your feet bitch, don't just lay there, Your Captain is here." Lana jumped to her feet and stood there in her tee shirt and panties, almost at attention. Her nipples were already erect, standing out like little pencil erasers, indicating she was already getting aroused at the role-play that would ensue.

I walked over closer to her and looked at her ass barely covered by the thong of the panty and spoke to her my approval of her attire.

"I see you hoped Captain would come see you, as you dressed for the occasion."

"Yes, Captain, I always look forward to your visits."

"Ok, well, get naked bitch." Captain barked the command that signaled the start of what ever he had in mind for the morning. Lana quickly started removing her clothing, what little there was. Her mind was reeling in anticipation of what was about to transpire. Although her Captain fantasies were many they all took basically the same course as they unfolded. Only one was starkly different from the rest and Lana marveled at how close to real I was making this. I could tell from the way the lust was clouding her eyes that she was completely lost to the fantasy and would be lost in her lust in only moments. When she removed her panties I noted her pussy lips were already bloated with the blood of her lust. When her panties joined her tee shirt on the floor, I noted the crotch had a wet spot in it. I retrieved a pillow from the bed and dropped it at my feet.

"Service me." I gave the command Captain used to start her on her fantasy adventure. Lana dropped to her knees and quickly undid my fly, freeing my turgid erection. She liked her lips once and then engulfed the first three inches of my cock into her hot, wet, eagerly sucking mouth. She was lost to the fantasy and to her lust, and I figured the rest would be easy. Once Lana's lust kicked into full-tilt boogey, she was unstoppable and insatiable and would probably go along with about anything. I reached into my hip pocket and retrieved a bandana and blindfolded Lana's eyes. This was straight from her fantasy too, as was the next maneuver. I retrieved a length on cord from anther pocket and looped it around Lana's arm at the elbow and then took another half hitch loop around her wrist. I repeated the process on the other arm. Now I was ready for the next phase.

"Oh my little bitch, your are servicing my cock well this morning. I am pleased."

"It is always a joy to please you. It gives me such pleasure to make you feel good."

"The only problem, my pretty is that you are doing such a good job, I will blow my load in your hot little mouth. I know you wouldn't mind that, but then I wouldn't get to fuck your hot little box and that would be a shame."

She was too. Her lust and the level with which she had immersed herself in the fantasy had her giving some awesome head. Lana was a great cocksucker to start with, except that she wouldn't deep-throat due to a psychosomatic swallowing problem. Yet she easily made up for that inadequacy, especially this morning. I reluctantly withdrew my cock from her mouth and had her to rise. I slid a restraint bench I had fabricated out from under the bed. This bench was 18 inches off the floor on a 3/4-inch plywood base. It was made of 2 X 10 hardwood covered with 3-inch foam and cloth. The bench length only went from the average person's throat to the top of their pubic mound. The distance to the ground was a little less than 18-inches, which made it the perfect height to fuck who ever was strapped in. Eighteen inches further back from where the knees rested on the floor were two outrigger posts at a 24-inch spread to attach the ankles too. I strapped Lana to the device securing her hands, knees and ankles, then climbed in behind her and started to fuck her. This was just a prelude to the real activity, yet to come. As I fucked her, she began to babble her lust.

"Fuck me.

"Oh, Fuck my cunt.

"Fuck me harder."

Then she began to chant in time with my thrusts.

"Fuck Me.

"Fuck me.

"FUCK ME.

"FUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMEEEEEE."

It didn't take me long to blow my load, because of what was coming next. I had only primed the pump so to speak and that is what I had wanted to do.

Just as Captain would have, I required Lana to clean my cock by sucking me off again. Then I left the room. I returned a few minutes later entering the room as quietly as possible. Lana didn't appear to be aware I had returned. With me was Good As Gold, Goldie for short, my juvenile AKC Golden Retriever. I led him over to the point between Lana's splayed legs and guided his snout to her exposed crotch. He began to lick her immediately.

She jumped at the first contact, but then moaned when Goldie snaked his long hot tongue into her cunt to try and draw out the mixture of juices there. This too was right out of one of her Captain fantasies, except Captain always brought a Doberman. If this went like I thought it would, I would get a Doberman, but if I had bought a Doberman to start with it would have raised Lana's Suspicion.

She was thoroughly enjoying the tongue-lashing she was getting from Goldie and he was apparently enjoying it too. Lana's pheromones were apparently being released as well, for Goldie's cock was starting to emerge from its protective sheath. Then the detail of the fantasy's she had told me about must have flashed through her mind, for in her lust she still managed to speak to me.

"This is nice, but don't let him fuck me."

Wrong answer. I replied, "What he's doing right now is not sexual to him, as animals don't routinely indulge in oral sex. So it is only sexual to you. To him it just tastes good. I know how you think animals have child-like minds and to coerce them to have sex with a human would be tantamount to child abuse. I disagree with that assessment. Animals are extremely intelligent and besides if he mounts you and fucks you it wouldn't be due to any coercion, it would be instinctive, because your pheromones would be screaming fuck me. Your body telling him what your mind and mouth won't. Besides if Captain were here he would just laugh at your request. You always told me if you found yourself in an unusual or unexpected sexual situation, you would probably just roll with the flow. So we aren't going to encourage or discourage him. If your body says fuck me and he mounts you, so be it. If not then not. The only way I will interfere is that if he mounts you, I will guide him to your cunt so he doesn't fuck your ass."

Goldie's erection was complete now and though he was still a juvenile, he had an impressive cock hanging from his belly. He hadn't shown any inclination to mount Lana yet, probably because he was a virgin. I knew Lana couldn't see what was going on, so I decided to intervene. I stepped over the eagerly pussy-lapping Goldie and lifted his front legs off the ground and set them on Lana's back. She gasped as she felt what appeared to be his mount and started to sob softly. I almost stopped the scenario at this point, but then remembered my motive was self-defense.

When Goldie didn't drop on down onto Lana's back after a couple of minutes, I spread his front legs and positioned them on either side of Lana's delicate little waist. Goldie instinctively clutched her like a bitch he had just mounted and started thrusting for a target with his cock. Lana gasped when she realized the inevitable was about to happen and just gasped "No, please" as his stabbing cock, steadily dripping pre-cum missed it's target and slipped around leaving a wet trail all over her proffered ass. Her sobbing got a little louder and once again I had to remember, why, to preclude myself from stopping what was happening.

Reaching under Goldie's belly, I grasped his stabbing cock and guided it to its target, Lana's waiting cunt. With a couple of thrusts, Goldie was buried to the knot in her cunt. Lana had stopped sobbing the minute he entered her and appeared to be having her lust re-fortified. She was wiggling her ass a little to help the dog skewer her slutty box. I lapsed back into the roll of Captain and spoke as she had related to me he did.