feel free to refer to me as sir, father, or sire. cheers.

Poor, sweet thing. What a darling, so easily bending yourself to my will. I suppose I have to oblige you. After all, you've asked so nicely. <3

God, you're fucking depraved. I know you want it, no matter how hard you try to tell me that you don't. Don't you think that I know best for you? Don't you think that I know what dogs like you are good for? You need to be treated like an object. The faster you learn that, the easier it'll get for you. I'm doing you a service. Now shut up and take it.

There's a good dog. Squirming and pleading like you ought. Don't think I didn't see that you let me down the first time, though. Come on, puppy, again. Make it hurt. Overstimulate. Don't disappoint me again.

Ah, God. The image of my boot on the back of your head, your lead taught in my hand, pulling just enough for the leather to bite into your skin. Prove to me that you're more than just a muzzled stray. Show me how much you can take. Maybe if you're a good dog I'll let you run those vile hands along my skin. Maybe I'll let you service me. Wouldn't that be a privilege? <3

What a masterclass in obedience; Even a pathetic dog can beg for consummation. Alright, we'll call it a lesson in delayed satisfaction. Eleven. I'll have no less. You ought to struggle for it -- and won't it feel so much better when it's in your grasp? Be a good puppy, now. We wouldn't have to raise the number any higher, would we?

Well. I'd be lying if I said the notion wasn't compelling.

You'll do better next time, won't you? Scratch and beg and sob all you like -- I know that you can do better than six. You want to be a good boy, don't you? I'm sure you know that good dogs do as they're told. Still, I can't scold you for too long. Your dedication is admirable, appreciated. You being such a needy thing that you'd lose whatever semblance of will you have.. it's useful, at the very least. Sins of the flesh serve as wonderful prayers. <3

Lay down; get yourself comfortable. Stretch out, if you like. Tell me about your day - whatever ails you, what devils bother you. I'll draw my fingers through your hair until you fall asleep.

Rifle, axe, handgun, or teeth?

God, it will be a pleasure to put you in your place. If you need to be wrestled into submission, by God you will be. I'll tear you to pieces if I have to. Blood for blood, and all; it'd only be fair to let you get a few good hits in. Would you like to see me like truly depraved, little lamb? Soaked with blood, baring teeth, cruel? The pain does sanctify, after all. The struggle -- you squirming beneath me, broken and made holy -- is the object of the game. Call it a baptism in blood and bruises. I'll be taking what I want. <3