He put the mask on me and secured it with a ball gag. I couldn’t argue with his logic so I agreed. You can’t be a dog without a tail can you?” he said looking at me funny. “There! Now, all we need is the mask and tail” Bob said proudly. He put on a thick collar that said ‘BREEDING BITCH’ in big white letters. He had me walk around like that to see if I was comfortable. I couldn’t stand up and I couldn’t grab anything. That kept my ankles pretty much stuck to my hips. He pulled my feet up to my butt and hooked a small chain from the ankles to the waist. He zipped it up the back, tightened the belts and had me get on my hands and knees. There were wide leather belts around the wrists, knees, ankles and waist. The front paws were like tight mittens that balled your hand into a fist. When I asked Bob about it, he assured me that was the way it was made. There was a hole cut around the crotch and ass. It was covered in a short soft black fur. The first thing he did was have me strip nude.
“Yeah, That would be cool,” I told him eagerly. The thought of running around pretending to be a female dog was kind of appealing. You can dress up and be a breeding bitch, just like the K9 girls!” he told me enthusiastically. “Really?” I asked confused as I pictured myself in the costume marrying a dog. “Wanna try it on? See what it’s like to be the bitch? Give the dogs a workout?” Bob offered eagerly. “Huh… Sounds like fun” I said as I continued to examine the costume. I pictured girls dressing up as female dogs, marrying male dogs and thought that’s what he So I had some romantic view of the whole thing. My mom and dad called each other their mates. So, I had a confused view of the whole thing. I thought he meant to say ‘tying the knot’. I didn’t know what he was talking about ‘mating’ and ‘taking the knot’. My dad doesn’t know it, but I like to sneak out and watch through the window. The girls just like to pretend to be a bitch, mate with dogs and take the knot. My dad says that it keeps the dogs calm and lets them burn off extra energy. I took off the mask and looked at him confused. Sometimes, his friends bring their dogs and she mates with them too.” Then they run around and mate with our dogs. They come over, put that on and pretend to be bitches for the dogs. “The breeding bitch” Bob laughed “My dad gets girls who love dogs. I examined it closely and put the mask on. I was only 18 so I thought of it as some kind of Halloween costume. It was all black, it had a plush mask with a long nose, big floppy ears and looked just like a Newfoundland. His dad had converted one of the sheds into a kennel/office and while we were cleaning I stumbled on a dog costume. That changed one day while Bob and I were cleaning out the kennel. The winters were spent ice fishing, snowmobiling, shoveling snow, hauling wood and sitting by the fire. They were big, loveable, friendly and could hunt like nobody’s business. All five of the dogs were purebred Newfoundland’s and weighed about 160 lbs. And they brought back more game than you could shake a stick at. Then his dad would spend just about every minute he could hunt ducks and geese. In the spring we would sheer the sheep and in the fall, butcher the ducks and chickens. Then we would get dressed, ride back, do some more chores and I would go home for dinner. I couldn’t help but to admire how big his cock was, he was a fat eight inches, and he watched me stare at it quite often. Then we would walk around proudly waving our hard cocks each other. Quite often we would get hard while we swam. In the afternoon, we would take the horses for a ride and go skinny dipping in the pond. In the summer, we would spend all morning feeding the animals and cleaning up. Since Bob always had chores to do, I spent almost all my time at his house. A dozen or so ducks, a couple dozen chickens, a half dozen sheep, a couple horses and 5 big hunting dogs. A big barn that was empty except for some old tractors. His dad was a mason and they made most of their money leasing out the fields to other farmers. He and his dad lived on what used to be a sprawling farm. There weren’t many people so I was pretty much on my own. There were lots of woods and lakes, so I did lots of hunting and fishing. I grew up in the middle of nowhere northern Wisconsin.