Dumb mutt fox thing

Taking a deep breath in, and blowing the thoughts back out.

Conditioned with soft gentle words and her new file, but only ever letting me sink with her hand in my hair, shoving me into her scent and letting it cloud me mind

Another deep breath in, and breathing the thoughts out again

spending a long day under her desk with my dumb Puppy snout pressed against her crotch, whining and needy but unable to do anything about it

Handler reactivated one of my old trigger phrases and took away my ability to speak

then they put out a cigarette on me, poured lime juice on the burn, and one of my packmates bit it

got bit a bunch more times, and scratched, and burned with an electric lighter

one of them wanted to use me but held back because we couldn't get anywhere private

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I can’t help but be excited, straining in the cotton panties. I crawl over to her eagerly, kneeling down while spreading my legs. She shakes her head, “I forgot it’s too dumb to think.” She says kicking me over. I wriggle, struggling to get off my side. She rolls me to my back and steps on my chest again.

”No no, it stays put. I’ll move it however I want to.” She adds. I stop moving and she releases her foot. The compliance feels so natural, meditative even. *Click* “Good kitten. Now let me make it useful.” Her pressing the toe box of her shoe right into my perineum once more.

The praise takes me under its spell, the feeling of her rubbing against the sensitive tissue. It feels so good, and my body desperately longs for the sweet touch. I crave it, but even so do not move. Her command is absolute. I’m instead left to watch, my shaft dribbling all over my chest.

I see shimmers erupting around her. The sparkles that burst from the shattering metal shells of bullets spiraling out my railgun, now flicking off the golden halo that rests upon her head.

I purr as she tilts the boot, vamp now grinding into my shriveled testes. The constant pressure as they get squeezed underneath. Just an object, locked in non-motion while she polishes on its crotch. The word 'it' begins to plant itself in the void that has been left behind. Was I ever anything else? No... Just a tool. A tool that my mistress is kind enough to use on the boots that help carry her divine burdens. She shoves my legs to the side, making me spread them wider. "Keep them spread kitten. Don't move a muscle." She orders sternly.

I stay completely still, head locked onto her towering form. She shifts the boot to the side of my tented panties, and starts using the hill it creates. Rubbing, stroking back and forth. My lips part, little ripples of pleasure long desired and nearly forgotten bubbling to the surface. I meow softly, just a whimper. She smirks and leans in as she presses the boot against my girlcock.

"Oh it's trying to get off on this. It wants me to give it permission to cum doesn't it?" She asks. I nod, feeling the warmth spreading from my crotch. She just grins in a seductive sadism. She returns to caring for her boots, paying me no mind. I start moaning as she begins the stroking-like motions on the other side of her boot.

Back and forth, up and down the length while adding those long rotations. It throbs and drools into the fabric. She lifts her foot and starts to rub the backstay, pressing the appendage under into my stomach so the head rubs. Making sure it plays against the most sensitive part in the way she used to. The desires deep inside me erupt in a wellspring, I leak all over my stomach. My body is engulfed in the first waves of passion and lust.

I long to be able to grind against her boot once more. Mistress gave her kitten orders. If I am to be servant for a divine messenger, I must allow myself to obey. That is all that matters. Instead, I'm left to moan, motionless as I get brought deeper into the fold. I whimper as she stops. She leans in and covers my mouth with her hand.

”Awww, look at its pathetic little cunt.” She growls in my ear. “I do just a little maintenance and its are soaking itself. Does it really think it deserves to have release?" She asks. My desperation tugs my soul harder. The starlight and months of deprivation, the constant beatings. I yearn for an angel to release me so desperately.

-It's just an object. It needs to be good for Mistress.

"It.....doesn't get to think Mistress." I see a strange static over her lips. *Click. Click. Click* An avalanche of pleasure, further amplifying my urges as her smile returns. Such a reward to merely gaze upon the stars that speckle them. Such a kindness to be given those pumps of dopamine.

"Good kitten. That's right. It just exists to serve." she says with a newfound monotony. I gaze up with a bliss-drowned smile, purring happily and just waiting. Eventually, I'm graced with those angelic words. "Up kitten. Time for it to polish the other boot. I hope it was paying attention." She states concisely. I don't even need to think to respond. I crawl over and begin to straddle her other leg. I wrap my bent knees tightly for grip, and repeat for my elbows, hugging the limb. She reaches down and begins to pet my head as I drag my drenched shaft in rather quick, smooth motions. Up and down with the full length, letting the extra weight pull along the vamp.

*Click*

It feels so good, and my desires feel impossible to suppress. I moan deeply, drooling from my clit. I close my eyes, engulfed in a turbulent heat that rises through my chest. My face glows from the increased blood flow. Despite the dehydration, sweat beads roll down my face.

”No cumming kitten! It isn’t allowed to.” She speaks sternly and like an order. I’m so close to release, and as I am about to, I feel the intangible stop. My body refuses to listen. I am left yearning desperately with a very stiff and messy gock.

”Awww, it’s so obedient already that it really cant can it? It feels so good to obey the light., To let it guide you. Does it want to see?” She ponders in a way that sounds lost in wonder.

I shift awkwardly, and as she speaks of obedience, I feel my temperature grow more. The irresistible need deep inside. It feels so good to obey. I want to see the light. Whatever she wants, I will pay it. I nod in an excitement and before I even know it.

”Good kitten” *Click* “If it’s a really good girl, maybe Handler and Mistress will let it see. All it needs to do is obey. It will obey, right?” She speaks as she strokes my chin and rubs my hair. I nuzzle up, eager for the embrace.

“Yef mif-“ I try to speak through the gag. She slaps me across my Muzzle, the mark hidden behind the latex. The impact carries and echoes in my skull. A stinging sensation that breeds into a cascade of terror and guilt that sends me spiraling. She grabs my collar and drags me closer before I can retreat. "Did I say it can stop? What do pets do when they are given orders?" I look down as the shame continues to drag me into the abyss. It feels like getting stabbed repeatedly in the gut. She seems to notice too. "Oh, it hurts to break the rules doesn't it." She observes, that sadistic smile from ear to ear. Something familiar twisted into a form unknown. "Want to know how it can save itself?"

The knot crumbles. I'm collapsing in on myself as the echoing voices bounce in my head.

#Bad kitty. Useless tool. Pets don't speak. Just go jump off a bridge. It would be easier to eat a bullet. Just end it.

The cries building into a crescendo, my head ready to explode. It only amplifies while I hold my cranium in my paw and busted hand. I nod, desperate for it to end. She offers me small solace. "Then it needs to repent for its sins." I sob audibly as the voices grow louder. I nod my head in a degenerating display of despair. She only responds by lifting my chin and centering it with her pointer finger curled upward. "It can repent by polishing my boot, and then presenting its hole.” Holding a smile of obsession.

I whine, desperate for forgiveness. For the pain and weight of my misdeeds to be absolved. To be pulled from under the pressure surrounding me. I grind my hips again, letting my clit rub into the ladder-laces. The black leather and matching thread giving texture to the motions. I angle so I’m tightly hugging her calve. She pulls the gag away and props mg mouth open with two fingers. She holds my tongue out and watches my expressions.

I moan, eyes devoid of thought or emotion except desperation, pain, and lust. I crave anything Mistress will give me. She squeezes my cheeks and pushes her groin closer. “Want to know what divine gifts obedient pets get?” She asks, the smell emanating from her having an aphrodisiac effect. I crave to be closer. I nod, more then eager to see what mistress has to offer.

She pulls down her panties, and presents to me something I had only dreamt of seeing. The scars from a vaginoplasty, and a brand new neovagina. The folds and hood and everything we ever dreamed of in front of my eyes. An end to her greatest pain, bestowed upon her. I didn’t need to think to know. I can feel my greatest weights lifted. I can have my mistress. I can have my body. I just have to give Her everything.

“𝐨𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲? 𝐦𝐦 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞? 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐡? 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞.”

''you're so much prettier when your eyes go empty baby.''

''i'll do the thinking now, yeah?''

''puppies don't need words, baby.''

''just a soft, warm hole for me, mhm?''

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● "Shut up, mutt."

● "Down, girl."

● Yank on my collar/leash

● "Stupid mutt."

● "Dogs don't talk."

● "Aw, it thinks it's people. We should fix that."

● "Heel."

but aww, you are, aren't you? normal people don't get wet when you call them a good dog, normal people don't have the urge to hump my boots all the time, normal people do not get off on being called a mutt.