Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction.  Still I feel it necessary to warn anyone reading this that this story contains themes of pet play, modification, and sex that, in addition to my poorly-constructed and repetitive prose, may be off-putting to some readers.  

In addition to suggestions and questions, constructive criticism regarding how I may improve is appreciated and welcome.  If all you have to offer is something along the lines of, “This sucks” or “I am offended even though you already warned me about the content” then I invite you to write your own masterpiece and present it to me so that I and the rest of the world may learn from your genius and your impeccable morality.       

           

            Muffins lay on the soft carpet with her face down and her pert little rear up in the air.   She was drenched in her own sweat and Master’s as she panted and stayed put just as she had been commanded.  She could feel Master’s sticky load starting to leak out of her and down her slender thighs.  As the afterglow began to fade, the full realization of what she had done began to creep into the foreground of her exhausted mind.  She’d acted just like the dumb, little animal Master had trained her to be.  She writhed in humiliation when she thought about her behavior—the bouncing, the begging, the—barking.  Worse, the very idea that she was carrying Master’s “litter” in her belly now made her want to throw up.  Worst of all is that she’d begged him—begged him—to do it to her. 

            When he’d finished with her and commanded her to stay, Master had left the room.  Muffins knew that she could have moved.  She could have tried her best to clean his seed out of her, but there she remained, trying her best to keep all of it inside of her—practically ensuring that she would be giving him a “litter” in the near future.  Muffins tried to tell herself that she was only obeying because she didn’t want to get punished for dripping on the carpet.  It wasn’t the fear of a rolled-up news paper and a scolding that kept her still though.  She wanted to obey—even if she couldn’t quite admit it yet. 

            At the sound of Master’s footfalls, Muffins tensed.  What did he have in store for her now?  The footsteps stopped right behind her.  Long seconds ticked by.  No doubt he was enjoying seeing her like this—completely conquered.  Then she felt a towel against her thighs. 

            “Stay.”  He repeated as he cleaned her up. 

            Muffins whimpered quietly as the soft terrycloth slid across her still-sensitive, pink folds.  It was so humiliating not even being able to clean herself.  Yet, when he’d finished, Muffins wiggled her butt back and forth awkwardly in a vain attempt to persuade him to continue rubbing her. 

            “Sit!”  He commanded. 

            Despite the fatigue in her limbs, Muffins scrambled to obey.  She clumsily sat up on her knees, with her legs together, her back straight, her “paws” hanging in front of her, and her eyes wide, attentive, and on him.  Master was still naked and her gaze couldn’t help but focus on his penis.  It had gone soft since their “mating” but it still glistened with her juices.

            “You got my cock dirty with your smelly puppy parts…”  Master chided her with a smile. 

            Muffins felt her cheeks go red.  If she still had her voice or her self-confidence she would have reminded him that he took her and not the other way around.  As it was, she found herself embarrassed that she was “smelly.”

            “Clean it.”  Master commanded as rolled back his foreskin to reveal the thick purple head. 

            Muffins furrowed her brow and wondered how exactly she was supposed to do that.  She glanced down at the towel he’d used to clean her. 

            “No, silly puppy, with your tongue,” he corrected her. 

            She made a disgusted face at him.  Though she’d never done it, Muffins knew what oral sex was.  When she’d first learned about the idea, she’d scrunched up her nose and said that she’d never in a million years let a man put his penis in her mouth—much less after he’d already put it inside of her!

            “Clean it!”  He repeated more sternly.

            That tone always told her that she was seconds away from being punished if she didn’t obey.  She looked up at Master with sad, pleading eyes, but he did not relent—he never did.  Reluctantly, Muffins stuck her little pink tongue out.

            “That’s right…”  He praised as he positioned himself in front of her. 

            Her nose was filled with her odor as she inched closer and closer, shaking like a leaf all the while.  Somehow, looking up into Master’s eyes reassured her and gave her the strength to continue.  Then her tongue touched the smooth tip making his cock twitch.  A mixture of the flavors of his seed and her juices spread over her dainty, previously unsoiled tongue.  She jolted back and wretched into her paws.  She couldn’t possibly do this!

            Master took hold of her now-ratty, disheveled pigtails and pulled her back to him. 

            “Clean it!”  He repeated again as he rubbed her face against his sweaty crotch. 

            Muffins gasped and whined as she put her paws against his hairy thighs and feebly tried to push him away.  His slimy cock rubbed against her lips, nose, and cheeks as he yanked her hair painfully until she stopped struggling. 

            “We can do this all night, Muffins…”  He taunted her.

            She felt tears come to her eyes.  It wasn’t enough that he’d reduced her to a disgusting animal, taken her virginity, and probably put his baby inside of her.  He wasn’t going to be satisfied until every trace of her—of Lori—was gone. 

            Timidly, she stuck her tongue back out as he continue to rub her face against him.  Again she wretched as the flavor of their mating coated her tongue, but with him now in control she was forced to remain where she was.  Master treated her like he’d treated the towel and dragged her along his cock, making sure that her tongue cleaned every inch of him.  He moved her head back and forth so rapidly and roughly that poor Muffins soon became dizzy.

            Suddenly, Master released her and commanded her to sit. 

            Her brain feeling a bit like scrambled eggs, Muffins struggled to focus as she turned to gaze back to him.  She noted both fearfully and excitedly that his cock was hard again. 

            “Flirt, Muffins.”  He commanded.      

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            She used to be called Lori--Lori Donaldson.  Lori was a college freshman with a full ride scholarship to an excellent university…