Spice-y Art Blog

I’m not a huge pet play fanatic, although I do sometimes fantasize about being someone’s dog or horse. On one hand theres the objection that titillates me but a large part of it that I unfortunately don’t find much content of is the service parts of it. The idea of, even not in an animal costume and with my words at my disposal, someone keeping me on their property to do task more befitting of an animal makes me feel as if I might fulfill my destined duty on this earth. I want to be forced to earn my keep in a real undeniable way, wether that way would be pulling heavy loads on carts, or herding a flock of sheep throughout the heat of the day, or being made to sleep outside at night in order to protect the property. At a certain point it’s not even about my arousal anymore. I want someone to thank me for my labor by petting my head and telling me what a good job I did and being generous enough to allow me to sleep at the foot of their bed when it gets too cold outside. Maybe they do use me for sexual purposes, but not for the benefit of me, and I wouldn’t work for them with the expectation of a reward, just the confirmation that I’ve fulfilled my duty as a good reliable animal.