House Sitter Pleasures

Grad student has amazing experience as a house sitter.

One of my advisors when I was in graduate school was Fransis Emerly, Ph.D., a stately lady professor in the English Department. After we became acquainted, Dr. Emerly frequently invited me to her beautiful home for tea, to share meals, and to discuss my career plans, English history, or world events.

Dr. Fransis Emerly “Fran” showed me her family tree of ancestors that migrated to England from France and said it was a pleasure to have me visit because she missed her late husband, Tom. And how she missed her son and three married daughters and six grandchildren because they all lived hundreds or thousands of miles from her.

And I became acquainted with her dog, a big but very friendly Doberman Pinscher named Diplomer, “Dipper” and how he was trained to be a comfort dog that they got for her late husband during his terminal illness. Fran said her husband claimed he was providing advanced sensitivity training of Dipper to be her comfort campion after he passed.

She explained that Tom ordered supplies for Dipper including a winter walking jacket, various toys, and outdoor and indoor booties for Dipper.

Fran confided, Tom encouraged me to find another lover and marry again after his death. I told him I had no interest and absolutely would not remarry.

Tom and I shared ideas about advanced sensitivity training, and we tried experiments to develop Dipper’s sensitivity to my moods and feelings. We were encouraged to note that Dipper was rapidly developing exploratory sensitivity to my feelings, and we were achieving something worthwhile instead of fretting hopelessly about our cancers.

Fran disclosed that she and Tom battled cancer together and although Tom’s demise was much quicker, she knew time was running out for her unless some miraculous treatment could be found. She hoped her oncologist would find something or refer her for treatment at Sloan Kettering, MD Anderson, or Mayo.

One day Fran asked if I would please consider being a house sitter and take care of Dipper with all expenses paid because she was going to be out of town at Mayo for an experimental cancer treatment. I agreed and she said arrangements had been made for utility payments, house cleaning, and yard work. She handed me a large envelope with emergency contact numbers, her children’s contact information, her housekeeper’s name and number, Dipper’s veterinarian’s contact information and scheduled appointments, and a special credit card for all my and Dipper’s expenses along with her car and house keys.

Two days later I drove her to the airport and as we hugged, she said take care of my home and Dipper, so he will be there when I come back.

Dipper loved playing “frisbee” he would stay at my side until I threw the frisbee disk and he would race out and jump up to catch it in midair, and triumphantly bring it back to me. Dipper and I made a “point game” for Dipper to run to a spot where he pooped and stay on point until I came with the pooper scooper to pick it up and bag it. Dipper quickly learned from the petting he received when he pooped in my preferred region of the yard.

I knew Dipper was well trained by Fran and Tom to be attentive, sensitive, and compassionate. And he liked to be washed, dried with a fluffy towel, and combed.

I soon learned that Dipper had a special interest in pleasing me by exploratory sensitivity to my feelings. At first, he tested my response when he licked my bare feet with his long, silky-smooth tongue. This went on for several days.

He then progressed to licking up my legs and between my thighs. Dipper’s exploratory sensitivity to my feelings gave him confidence to insistently lick my clitoris through my panties and noticed how excited it made me … and he vigorously wagged his tail.

Well, Tom and Fran certainly succeeded with Dipper’s advanced sensitivity training program. I was amazed that this actually happened, but I decided to be sure things didn’t become dangerous with this big dog and said STOP NOW. Dipper promptly obeyed and laid down.

I tried to imagine how and what else Fran and Tom trained Dipper to do for comforting Fran.
The next day I put on my house coat and Dipper started licking my toes and looking for my approval. I gave it to him by slightly opening my legs which was quickly followed by Dipper nosing up to my panties to start pulling the crotch of my panties aside and down.

I could hardly believe that I was arching my hips up to let him pull my panties down. Dipper got my panties off and focused again licking my bare clitoris to intensely stimulate and climax me.

But Dipper was not done. He left and came back with a drawstring bag that I opened to find his house booties. So, as I put a bootie on each of his four feet Dipper’s tail wagged faster and faster. I laid down and Dipper started licking my bare breasts, humping my leg, and moving up trying to get his erect penis into my pussy.

I turned away in surprise and was on my side and then up on my hands and knees when Dipper mounted me from behind and tried again but failed to find a way to get his penis further inside of me. But it hurt and I screamed STOP and Dipper laid down looking like he was so sorry for hurting me.

I made an appointment with a gynecologist to be examined and explain why I felt such sharp vaginal pain. She carefully examined me and quizzed me about my menstrual cycles, whether I had ever used tampons or had intercourse.

I confessed that tampons couldn’t be inserted sufficiently to prevent them from falling out, which had happened too often at embarrassing times. So, I place the tampon in as far as possible and wear an adult diaper over it during my period.

She said I had a strong thick hymen with hardly more than a dull pencil point opening and asked if I wanted to schedule hymenotomy surgery to open it so I could properly insert tampons and have intercourse without the pain that I experienced. I told her that I would think about it and let her know.

I was a virgin and had previously decided to wait until the right man married me. But now things were happening with Dipper that made me start to think again about my pleasures and preferences. Besides, wouldn’t be better for Mr. Right to be able to fully enjoy all my vagina instead of being blocked by my impenetrable hymen.

House sitting took on a new urgency by Dipper as he tried exploring acceptable ways to pleasure me. It would begin with him licking my feet and moving up to my crotch so he could pull my panties down or get his tongue into my panties and lick my clitoris until I climaxed. Dipper’s tongue techniques were so much more exciting than my fingers and I increasingly looked forward to each encounter with him.

But this was causing me to be obsessed with my growing desire to try sexual intercourse. I thought about available men in our department but thought that it would take a long time for any of them to meet my desires.

I went to a bar and was offended by the clumsy offers to spend the night somewhere with a stranger. So, I returned to Fran’s home and Dipper’s attentive efforts to please me. I studied the hymenotomy surgery, researched the history and discovered that through the age’s virgin hymens had been opened by various ways and means, many of which were religious or superstitious rituals.

I realized that my fear of violating so many taboos and mores exaggerated my painful experience. After I researched sperm collection for artificial insemination, I became fearful of being “tie” stuck with a stud dog’s bulbus glandis. I decided to try hand ejaculation of Dipper to learn how big his bulbus glandis knot would grow.

I washed and dried him and had Dipper on his back with his legs spread. After petting him and stroking his penis to pull back the foreskin, I continued to stroke him. His bulbus glandis soon grew to about the diameter of a plum or all four of my bunched fingers as he ejaculated. This would be too big for entering or retracting through my small hymen opening.

But it must not have been too large for Fran’s well-developed vagina because Dipper was so puzzled by my hymen barrier which prevented entry by his tongue or his erection. I then started to research what could be done to help Dipper receive pleasure in return for the amazing pleasures he gave me by licking my clitoris.

I found dog training books and Dipper’s records in Tom’s desk including references praising Dipper’s parents and siblings all being gentle, easily trained, therapy or comfort dogs. I took a copy with me to a veterinarian supply store and looked at kits for collecting sperm for artificial insemination.

The clerk asked if I was familiar with the procedure, and I replied, “not really” and showed her Dipper’s pictures and references. She studied them and said Dipper is really special, I agree you should train him to be a stud. She went on to say she knew of several bitches, whose owners would probably like to have Dipper breed them. She urged me to contact a veterinarian about having him arrange for Dipper to breed or to collect his sperm for artificial insemination procedures.

I called the recommended veterinarian and said I was an English major and interested in interviewing him for a paper I was writing about the Egyptian, Roman, and Renaissance history of animal breeding.
We visited and he agreed to let me observe him perform sperm collection and how it would be centrifuged to increase the sperm density, examined microscopically for sperm count and vitality so it could be divided into numerous doses for fertilizing many bitches.

He explained that he guaranteed bitch pregnancy and carefully placed the sperm dose where it had the highest probability of success or if necessary do it again with another one the carefully prepared doses in his cryogenic inventory.

I went to his clinic with pictures from Egyptian and Roman records, some of which showed humans having sex with animals such as goats and sheep. I asked if the reason humans weren’t shown having sex with dogs was because of sticking of the male’s penis in the vagina of the woman.

No, he said wolf, coyote and dog bitches have a unique vaginal muscle group that grip the male’s penis, especially the bulbus glandis to milk him and prevent sperm from leaking out and this greatly increases the likelihood of fertilization.

He went on to quip too bad women don’t have such vaginal gripping capability, but humans can be fertilized 12 times per year compared to 1 or 2 times for caninae females. And humans practice sex acts and demand entertainment to watch exciting sex scenes between the 12 fertile times per year. His semen collection and inspection and dose preparation procedures were very scientific, and he said remember you promised I could read and edit your paper before you submit it, so please keep it scientific instead of encouraging superstitious beliefs.

So then in another room he used one of the doses to fertilize a muzzled bitch in heat and had me use a sterile glove to stick my finger in her vagina. She squeezed it so tightly that I had to brace against the breeding stand to exert enough force to pull my finger out. I recovered my composure and asked about the muzzle on the virgin bitch, and he said it was to prevent her from biting my assistant while he helped hold her still. But the stud is an old pro and always cooperates. And studs like him would be happy breeding or giving sperm three or more times a day for years. Dog studs evolved to breed all the females in his harem packs, even if several bitches came into heat at the same time.

I asked him if artificial insemination is a form of bestiality, and he said call it what you will. Veterinarians help improve the kind, vaccinate to stop the spread of diseases and provide so many other scientifically proven services to keep the animals healthy including their offspring. For instance, artificial insemination or in some cases in vitro fertilization is much better for farmers to improve their dairy herd compared to keeping a dangerous bull with inferior genetic capabilities. In the farm community where I grew up, two old bachelor farmers were killed by a dairy bull when they tried to keep the big bull from in-breeding his offspring heffers.

And you can be sure that modern veterinarian practices are far better than the days when Puritans had witch hunts and trials so they could burn their animal-loving victims on false and stupid charges of bestiality.
Please notice scientific veterinarian services to protect animals with vaccinations, surgery, and medicines makes a far better life for everyone than the days of depraved and brutal entertainment by gladiator fights with bears, tigers and lions.

And far better than cruel cock fights or dog fights or bull fights. It is hard to imagine anything more brutal than such examples of human and animal cruelty. Doing your best to improve the life of the animal you respect or love is not brutal or cruel bestiality, it is wholesome, uplifting, loving, care taking.

I left with many notes and pictures and thought it would be very interesting to write a paper about the history of animal breeding practices that influenced modern English literature. But these artificial insemination procedures certainly didn’t seem to be what Dipper had been trained to do and expected to happen for pleasuring Fran or me. I went to the dog pound to consider adopting a bitch for Dipper, but I doubted Tom and Fran’s well-trained dog would be satisfied with one or two sexual pleasures per year.

So, I had my gynecologist open my hymen for inserting tampons and intercourse when the time was right. She examined me about a week later and said my vagina was healthy and ready for proper tampon insertions and gave me a prescription for birth control. I eagerly tried one finger and then two finger insertions and eventually found the way to stimulate my g-spot and noted that my vagina relaxed after climaxing instead of gripping my finger like the bitch’s vagina. What had I been waiting for?

I read a woman gynecologist’s report about trying a selection of dildos and concluding that a big banana or a small cucumber can be just as good or better. I tried a banana but it was very disappointing compared to stimulation by Dipper’s amazing tongue. It would have been so interesting to discuss the comparison with Tom and Fran when they were training Dipper to sensitively pleasure Fran.

Dipper seemed to suspect something had changed and after my bath he eagerly liked my feet and worked his up to use his sensitivity passion to intensely stimulate my clitoris and climax me. I tossed out the sack with his booties and he was so excited when I put a bootie on each of his feet. I was squatting and then lying down. Dipper came over me with his soft booted front feet on my shoulders and gently then earnestly licked my breasts.

I felt Dipper carefully ramming a little way past the hymen barrier that had previously kept him out. Dipper stroked faster and deeper than my fingers had been able to reach. I said STOP NOW and Dipper quickly obeyed and laid down. I wanted to be safe and sure this escapade wasn’t going to cause my newly opened vagina any harm.

The next day, Dipper began licking my feet and intensely pleasured me by licking my clitoris. I tossed out the bag with Dipper’s booties again and he excitedly laid on his back to help me put a bootie on each of his feet. He was so anxious to learn what I would allow him to do. And so was I, as I presented myself lying on my back.

Dipper sniffed and licked my clitoris and vagina and then mounted me. His penis found the way into my wet vagina. Dipper started slowly and soon increased the speed and depth of his thrusts. I felt his bulbus glandis “knot” grow but I was so wet, well lubricated, and hot that I gladly accommodated the big dog as he filled me with his sperm. I was relieved because my vagina was relaxed, and Dipper easily pulled out without any sticking issues. I surmised that Dipper had never been gripped by a bitch and didn’t know about or expect sticking.

Tom and Fran had trained Dipper to pleasure Fran and Fran had him taking care of me. Dipper was always gentle and obedient, and we developed a routine that greatly pleasured both of us. Fran called from Mayo and said the experimental efforts did not turn out well. I was so sad to hear she was going into a hospice care center, but she made me promise not to come to be with her and said Nancy it would be a great favor if you continue house sitting and hoped Dipper and I were taking care of each other. I assured her that we were having a good time and we both chuckled knowingly.

About three weeks later Fran’s daughter called and said Fran passed away and asked if I would continue taking care of Dipper and house sitting until it was sold. It has been 22 years since house sitting six months for Fran, getting to know Dipper, graduating with a Ph.D., starting a great job as an assistant editor, and I am happily married with teenagers.

But it is sad to recall that when Fran’s house was sold, Dipper was taken away by her son to his apartment and then to the dog pound because his job required frequent travel. I truly hope some deserving single lady took him home for a wonderful new friendship and adventure with a very exciting comfort dog.