am i an angel?

Each morning your outfit is chosen for you. Picked not for your taste, or the style you thought was yours, but because I want to show off specific features. Chosen because I want to show off the lines and curves of your body. Chosen because that’s how I want to advertise you to everyone that might see you through the day.

Your coat and nails will be handled by a professional. They’ll wash you, touching you everywhere you once thought was personal and private. You’ll be spoken over as it’s decided for you what style, what cut, what shade will be the best to frame your face. More importantly, they have to consider what’s in season. Your look will be kept current, clean, and pristine. If you give them trouble you’ll be put in a slip lead, tied off by the collar to the table and kept still by hands used to dealing with nippy dogs. Too much trouble and they’ll muzzle you before continuing. 

If you embarrass me I’ll drop you off drugged to your next appointment.

We’ll spend hours training the way you walk. With a collar around your throat and a taut leash you’ll learn to keep perfect step at my side. You’ll learn to turn and halt with the smallest adjustment, the smallest tug of your leash. You’ll learn to keep your steps even, regardless of the pace or what I might have dressed you in. You’ll be expected to show this same level of respect, obedience, and focus to anyone I hand your leash to. If I decide I want to see you paraded around the ring by someone you’ve never met, you’ll be expected to follow. Match their pace without ever looking back or pulling. Show me I can trust your training even away from me, that you’ll work to present and behave in the manner I’ve come to expect from you regardless of distance.

You’ll be expected to hold perfectly still as strangers examine your body under glaring lights. They’ll touch along your back, down your tummy, and between your legs. You’ll be overwhelmed with the simple joy a dog has when it knows it’s doing something right. Just hold still. Let them do as they need to. Just hold still and behave.

You’ll see yourself on the TV when I invite our friends over to watch your latest performance.

“Look at that strut”

“Such a beautiful coat!”

“The judge’s hands must have been cold, look at the goosebumps!”

I’ll call you over, the star of the hour. I’ll show them all the tricks I’ve taught you, all the work I’ve put into your socialization. 

The same way the judge’s hands roamed and explored your body, our friends will do the same. They’ll comment loudly over the way your skin twitches and muscles dance. They’ll giggle to each other as they see how excited you get at the idea of performing once more. 

You’ll never hesitate to follow along with their poking and prodding. You’ll never consider what these people used to be to you, or the social bonds you once had. You’ll never consider who or what you once were. 

Can I brush your coat so I get used to the feeling of your huge muscles under my paws? Trace all the shapes of your body as I work your fur to be neat and shiny. Brush and braid your mane, running your thick hair between my nervous claws, over and over, until it’s tidy.

If you keep nice and still while I work over your body, I might even go and fetch an apple for you. Or, maybe while I’m here, standing so close to your huge, fat sheath, there might be some other reward in store for you

- 🐶

YAAAYYY of course you can touch me and groom me!!! it would be an honor to help you get accustomed to horses! i’ll be extra gentle with you, sniffing and nuzzling with my soft nose, and of course i will be very still for you. i love how your paws feel on my fur & running through my mane, i’m so relaxed and happy. you duck down to clean my belly, and feeling your breath on my sheath makes my cock drop. i’ve been soo good for you…. could you help me out here…. i want your tongue on me >__< i want to feel you lick slowly up my shaft and then pay special attention to my sensitive head. nuzzle the face, lick just underneath it, get your slobber everywhere for some lovely wet friction. i’ll try to stay as still as i was before, but your tongue is undoing my composure, and i can’t help but swish my tail and paw the ground gently, snorting with pleasure.

𝓼𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓝𝓮𝔀 𝓔𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭

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Abandoned Planetarium (Pink Planet House) Solnechnoye Sanatorium. Leningrad Region, Russia

found these old files in my cloud from 2017. they sound like rain on a cold window in chicago. i wasn’t sure if i should share them, but maybe someone else needs this glitchy comfort too. track: 2017