TRUDI, poolside, serving drinks<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://girlmeat.com/Big-Natural-Breast-Huge-Tits-Boobs/wp-content/uploads/skinny_black_girl_big_natural_tits_stretch_%20marks/skinny_black_woman_big_natural_tits_stretch_%20marks_tyra-037.jpg)</div>It had been a good day so far. I so enjoyed watching the Maitres and Maitresses with their owned or rented canines. The ones like me who could still think.<br/><br/>I lounged against the poolside bar, enjoying the warm sun on my naked brown skin, and watched as some long standing members came out of the kennels with three new bitches in tow. One was clearly petrified, one looked angry or insane, and the third appeared more or less resigned to her fate. I was always amazed by the attitudes of the whities when they found themselves in my situation. I suppose they had so much more before they became animals that  they resented loosing it all.<br/><br/>Me, I had nothing except a horrible death in front of me. I had not expected to wake from the anaesthetic they gave me with the CHIV shot (Cure for H.I.V), I had expected to live on in a limbo of pleasure and pain as a canine. To wake and realise I was still alive was at first frightening, until it was explained to me that I<em>was</em>cured and there had<em>been</em>no mistake, and that I was to be a concious plaything for the cruellest and richest members of society.<br/><br/>My joy knew no bounds and I threw myself into my new life!<br/><br/>That was a long time ago. I am now the senior waitress in the club, and only a few of the wealthiest members can afford the prices Maitre Marc demands for my hire.<br/><br/>I noticed the three friends gather at the poolside and wandered over, smiling as my breasts and pussy were stroked by the various members I passed on the way.<br/><br/>I took the drins orders and headed back to the bar. As I passed, one of the more recent club members called me over. "Hey Bitch!" I smiled at him, "<strong>Oui, Maitre? Uh, Yes Massa?</strong>" I took him for an american by his hat, belly and boots.<br/><br/>"Y'all wanna ride this, now, sweet'eart?" He drawled. I was right, He was American. He pulled out his erection from his trunks, waiving it at me.<br/><br/>"<strong>Of course, Maitre. I will be back as soon as I have delivered the drinks I have on order.</strong>"<br/><br/>"Whah, ya uppity Biiatch! Ah tell ya, y'all're gonna rahd ma cock now!"<br/><br/>It was moments like this that made my life such fun. I loved them. The moment of panic as I realised that no matter what happened I would be punished most severely. If I denied the Maitre his fuck, he would report me and I would be flogged. If the Maitresses' and Maitre's drinks were late, and the water for their puppies, they would have me flogged. Delicious. I decided I would rather please the two pretty ladies and slake the thirst of their poor innocent puppies, and besides, that was the house trule, which he may not have known, but probably did. "<strong>I'm sorry, Maitre. Please, have me flogged for my disobedience, but I must deliver the drinks. I will be back to fuck you</strong>". I kept my eyes down, looking at his - comparatively - minuscule cock.<br/><br/>I hurried off grinning to myself. Another flogging earned, without actually doing anything wrong.<br/><br/>I served the drinks quickly, then ran back to the overweight cowboy. My tongue lolled from my mouth as I anticipated his attentions, my tail waving happily. To my disappointment, his female companion had persuaded him that flogging me for not being able to do two things at once was unfair. Bitch! Never mind. I would report the failure myself anyway, as per club rules, and earn my flogging.<br/><br/>I mounted him quickly and slid his cock inside my aching cunt. It had been at least an hour since anyone had inserted anything there and it felt good, even though it barely half filled me. I began slow riding movements, up and down, squeezing hard with my vaginal muscles. He moaned in pleasure. His meaty paws - more paw-like than many dogs possess - gripped my breasts, squeezing out some milk, which his young female companion licked off him giggling. Then he looped a finger in each of my nipple rings, pulling down on them hard.<br/><br/>The pain was exquisite and tears sprang to my eyes as ever. I whimpered noisily, "<strong>Heenn, heenn, heenn!</strong>" And he smirked and trust his cock into me faster. I knew the rules of course, I've been here long enough to learn to control my orgasms. Oh, I have them, I have plenty of them, but the Maitres and Maitresses never realise. I climaxed as he yanked on my nipples, covering the orgasm with the whimpering and an extra tight clench on his cock. I came again as he grabbed my waist and began forcing me to bounce hard and fast on him. And as his hot sticky seed spurted into my insides, and he moaned loudly. I climaxed a third time.<br/><br/>The only member who ever caught me in an illicit orgasm was Maitress Renee Prideux. She flogged my backside and boobs until they bled for it, but then asked me how many times I had cum without her noticing. I told her and I think she was impressed.<br/><br/>I climbed of the fat smelly American human, and, smiling happily, asked if I could do anything else for him or his charming lady. The human woman asked for a large vodka martini and the man ordered a Budweiser. Their dog, a handsome little boxer dog, whined softly, and the Maitress nodded. "Of corse, and a bowl of water for Barny."<br/><br/>I scurried back to the bar for their drinks, returning a few moments later to serve them.<br/><br/>"<strong>Thank you Maitre, Maitress.</strong>" I bowed low and swaggered back to the bar, his cum dribbling down my thigh. I found a trainer and with a big smile on my face, told her that I needed to be flogged...