Sick Puppy

You patiently wait for your owner to give you another treat, no jumping on your hind legs because you know you'll get a swat as soon as you're bad, but instead if you just sit patiently you'll hear a click! And a " Good pup not begging , here's a treat. " That praise sends warmth to every section of your body as you melt to your owners touch.

They make you step on a scale to fully examine their pampered pooch," My my haven't you made progress, seems those busy bowls are the only excerise you're getting. Don't move so your owner can get a good look at you... " They'd tease while they poked and prodded at every inch of your body. Every inch of the pet they adored, from the soft praises that would make you blush to their harsh words that sends blood flowing to your nether regions...once they're done feeling you up your hear another click! From behind you, another warm wave of heat ensues...

You're all stuffed and comfortable after a day of being a plump house pet, you close your eyes and let yourself drift off into sleep,,,until you wake up to your owner straddling themselves on top of you, " I made this belly so I get to use it whenever I please...now be a good puppy and take your owner. " You can't do anything to stop them because you're to stoned and full, instead they just fuck you until they're satisfied. Once they've dumped load after load into you there's the final click! Of the night, they wrap their around around their pup and whisper," your getting so good at clicker training baby, soon you won't even need to hear it anymore to be begging to be filled again..."

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know.