Oh how I wish I was a puppy.
If I were a puppy, my evening would have started with a bath, Master would fill the tub, but only half way so I wouldn’t splash too much. He’d shampoo my hair and soap up my whole body. I would try not to squirm when he washed between my hind legs, but it would tickle so much when he scrubbed to get all the sticky wetness that dribbles from my cunt. Once he knew I was nice and clean and smelling good, he would towel me off and put on a nice clean collar and put in my tail plug. Then he would brush my hair and pet me all over. I would lick his hand as my hips swayed from side to side, wagging my tail to let him know how much I appreciated all he does for me. I would rest my head on his knee, and whine softly, hoping for a treat. He’d laugh at me and tell me to go lay down and quit begging.
I would curl up on my pillow in the corner of the room, head resting on my paws, eyes staring at Master across the room, silently begging for the treat only he could give me. He’d ignore me, and watch a television show. I’d be sneaky and creep across the room, slowly so he wouldn’t notice until I was back at his feet. I would curl around his feet, feeling safe. Master would call me a nuisance as I tangled myself around his legs, but he loves the closeness as much as I do so he will let me stay. I would nuzzle into his legs and it wouldn’t be long before my eyes began to feel heavy and start to close. I would doze off a bit while he finished his show.
And then I would hear it. The television would click off and I would open my eyes to see Master staring at me. The zip of his fly coming down, much like the bell of Pavlov’s own dogs, causing a drooling and dripping from between my hind legs. I would stand and wag my ass as he pulled his cock from his pants. My breath quickening to a pant and little whimpers escaping as I begged and watched him stroke his cock.
“Come here girl,” he’d call, “Come get your treat.”
I would hop into his lap, my front paws on his legs, my tongue lapping at his cock. Master’s groan of pleasure would let me know my treat was coming. I would be so eager, my ass wagging in excitement I might spill some of his cum and have to lick it up.
He would bop me on the nose and call me a silly puppy. Then he’d take my face in both of his hands and nuzzle my face in his neck for a puppy hug before kissing me on the top of my head.
“Do you need to go outside?” He would ask me.
I would bark and wag my tail and jump around as I ran to the door, waiting for him to let me out. He would watch me as I crawled off to the far corner of the lawn, spread my knees and lowered into a squat to avoid the splash of piss as I emptied my bladder.
“Come on girl!” he’d call, hurrying me back in the house.
He’d pull a cookie from the treat bin and feed it to me as I crawled back into the house. He would pet me once more, tucking my hair behind my ears, then smoothing my hair down my back before patting my rump and kissing the tip of my nose.
“Puppy cunt, kennel!” He’d order.
I would curl up with my pillows and blankets in my cage, my teddy bear Master gave me snuggled close to my heart as I slept.
Yeah, I wish I was a puppy. A puppy cunt.
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