PastaGirl

You see. The fans from the early games are still here. They're just now freaky Hounds who like weaponized petplay now.

Crown melted down into a collar and cuffs, the chains that bind them together also linking her pierced tits. Her hair is long and loose, and her armour repossessed. She lives near naked now, just an animals at your mercy.

She hasn't seen the outside of the throne room in months. You don't let her sit in on meetings. She has no clue what's become of her castle, her subjects, her kingdom. That's not for her to wonder about anymore. You've relieved her of the burden of leadership, and then the burden of any control at all. She eats only from your hand and sleeps only by your side.

She still keeps her loyalty from you, holding out hopelessly for a kingdom that no longer exists. A shame, but you can't blame a dog for bad habits. She needs retraining, a firm hand, and that is what you give her. It's satisfying work, if nothing else; you can feel each inch of give. The slackness of her jaw when your tongue is down her throat, or the unbidden moans as you enter her. You can feel it in the stretch of her cunt, molded to your cock. See it in her teary eyes as she cums.

so here i am, playing some on my PS, sprawled on the couch.

"babe?" comes from the outside the room

"yeah?"

"i want your attention"

"okay let me finish this game and I'll be yours"

silence... and she appears in the doorway.

i spare a glance and fuck, i shouldn't have, because now I'm fucking distracted. a black lingerie, garters, everything sits so good on her. her boobs and ass look so nice and look so touchable.

"wow, babe, you-"

"i can't wait that long"

she comes closer, her thigh brushes mine as she observes what I'm doing.

"guess I'll make myself comfortable then"

her hands grip my shoulders for support and her gorgeous butt finds her place on my lap.

"i won't bother you i promise"

i grab the joystick with both hands so she is trapped in my arms.

she lays on me comfortably, as the game goes on... her hips, her damn hips. slow, deliberate grinds, once in a while. i knew it would happen. she knew I'm weak for sexy underwear and humping.

I'll make it our game is that's what she wants.

"you won't mind one more game, dear?"

a little whimper and a short "no"

oh yeah? one more it is. yet the grinding keeps getting desperate.

"you seem impatient, aren't you?"

"shut up"

i can feel her heat on my crotch, and it keeps getting hotter. it's practically pulsating my name in morse code.

i shift, so she has more contact, and yeah, she is picking up her pace. naughty.

"you said you'll be a good girl"

"please" in a whisper

"please what?"

"i need more" she thinks slow light kisses on the neck now will win me over? oh yes they would.

"tell it in a full sentence and i might consider"

"please fuck me"

In my house, dogs obey enthusiastically and correctly. You will learn all the standard commands, and do them perfectly.

Sit. Crate. Come. Sit. Fetch. Crate. Come. Down - Nope! A sit is not a down. You're thinking when you should be listening. We're going to start again, with a higher level on your e-collar.