There was nothing but the taste of the stick in its mouth, the cuffs on its wrists and ankles, the tug of its chain and the cool morning air on its skin. Nothing else occupied its mind as it continued its daily morning walk with Him. At this hour the trails were normally free from joggers and it could be itself with no shame.
Walks usually lasted a half hour to an hour each day followed by a soothing bath and shower administered by its Owner. Some times He would fuck it against a tree, allow it to suck His cock or simply lead it down the path.
One thing was certain.
He'd made it the best little pet it could ever be.... and for that it was eternally grateful.
