"shh, that's me, that's okay. carry on, pretend i'm not here".

i obeyed, resuming my cooking as you groped me. you lifted my shirt and started playing with my now exposed tits and pinching my nipples. i felt my pussy clench but tried to focus on my work. then you lifted my skirt to touch my pussy (no panties in the way - i'm strictly forbidden from wearing them at home). i whined and arched my back.

"shh, keep working, i'll just have a bit of fun, you don't need to acknowledge it at all".

i resumed cooking again as you rubbed my pussy, hugging me from behind. then you found my butt plug and slowly pulled it out, only to shove it right back in. i started trembling as you fucked my ass with the plug, but managed to keep cooking. then you shoved it back in and put a bit of pressure on my back to get me to arch it. i kept working.

"that's right, don't pay attention to what i do with you body, such a good pet".

i felt a tip of a strap touch my pussy. at that point i was leaking and shaking with arousal. you teased the hole, rubbed your strap against my clit a little, making me suppress a moan. then you slid in and my eyes rolled back. you started fucking me fast and deep right away, the strap feeling so delicious inside my hot wet hole. i arched my back more and couldn't hold back a moan.

"you can't work like this, can you? that's a shame, i thought you were a reliable, smart pet".

i whined pitifully.

"but it's not bad, stupid puppies can be good, too! just not for the same things. maybe i'll have to keep you from tasks requiring having a brain. maybe i'll chain you to the bed and keep you there? keep your pretty head empty, it's only purpose taking my cock and making me cum. would you like that?"

i nodded frantically, the strap fucking my pussy making me feel so happy and nice. you chuckle and grab my hair, using it as a leverage to fuck me harder.

And then, when l ask you if you'd like to cum, I'll make you beg oh so sweetly to finally just tell you that no, you don't want to cum. Did my stupid slut forget? Aw, such a dumb toy, better be glad you have me to remind you! Now, you'll have to beg properly, beg for the right thing, beg me to not make you cum. Tell me there's nothing you'd want less. That a thing like you doesn't need orgasms. That you're only there to give me pleasure and there's no reason why you should cum.

Want them to lock paw mits on me and tie my legs so I have to crawl . They slip a thick leather collar on me and attach a leash, make me walk up and down the length of their garden. If I’m walking a bit to slow then a few encouraging smacks to the cunt with a riding crop is the perfect motivation! Laughing as I yelp and whine and try to crawl away from the assault to no avail.

salivating at the idea of being told that yes, of course I can earn an orgasm. of course I can!!...but not being told how.

kneeling at their feet, waiting for them to say the rest of the sentence, tell me what I have to do...only for them to smile at me placidly and pat my head. conversation over. I rub my cheek against their thigh, putting my best puppy dog eyes on, and whining, "but how? how can I do it?"

at which they raise their eyebrows, disbelieving. "now, if you were really my good boy, you'd already know. maybe it just shows you aren't ready yet, hm?"

my mind would constantly turn this over and over, filled with insecurity and questions. I thought i was their good boy, don't they always say so? if not...what am i missing? how am i failing them?

and how far will i go? that's the game, isn't it? to see me fall all over myself, kicking into overdrive to please them. offering my throat for them to fuck, constantly. putting my food bowl on the floor and eating there, without even being told to. biting my tongue anytime i want to whine that something's not fair, or something hurts. taking their belt longer than i usually would without signaling that i need a break, even while i sob into the mattress.

breaking myself open for them. confessing my most humiliating desires, my vulnerabilities, without prompting. asking for punishment if i even think of breaking a rule. and all the while, sneaking longing, baleful glances at their face, looking for a hint, a sign that i'm doing something right. of course they notice, but they never bring it up, except to berate me for having ulterior motives when they really feel like being cruel.

i can't decide between the hottest ways to end this, so here are the options:

it ends when i stop hoping. when the behavior's so ingrained that even without the goal of earning an orgasm, i'm fully in their thrall. when i've given up on ever cumming again. and they give me the command to cum during some innocuous moment when i'm not even doing anything, maybe sitting and watching TV, maybe working, so that there's no sense of having earned it at all. "you earned it because you stopped thinking you could ever deserve it," they tell me.

it ends when i break. when i think there's just no way i'll ever be a good boy, and bawl to them that i'm a bad puppy, i must be, if i'm doing all this work and it's still not good enough--i must be defective, i must be feral. they tell me to cum, and right after i do, they say, "i was waiting for you to realize you need me. you earned it by admitting how much of a stray you really are. but it's okay. this is step one...i can work with this."

it...only sort of ends. it "ends" with me begging them to lock me in chastity, because i can't stop thinking about it, because it's distracting, because the thought of an orgasm is so strong that it keeps me from focusing on pleasing them. "oh, puppy," they croon, and my tears spill over. "such a good boy. my good boy. this is what i've been waiting for--for you to realize that pleasing me is your reward. cumming's just not for you, poor baby. let's have one nice big ruin right before i lock you up, just to make sure it sinks in."