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On reflection, I think the moment I fell to my knees before her was when the nature of our relationship was truly established. I really didn’t try very hard to disobey her but, in my defense, she’s extremely hot.

With her rear legs spread wide at the edge of my bed and her canine pussy on full display, glistening and swollen with heat, she wasn’t exactly easy to dismiss. My very own pet Malamute was calling the shots, and she’d barely been in my home for five minutes.

Regardless, there I was: on my knees, between her legs, eyes on her vulva.

“Be a good pet now and eat up.”

All my resolve, all my talk about not getting a talking dog for sex, my goals of getting a friend and companion and not a feral fuck buddy… all out the window. The musk of her in-heat sex, her total self-confidence, her cute fluffy tail, how she clocked me as a vulnerable submissive frame one, not to mention that fat, juicy spade… Who was I kidding? I was loving this.

Horny as hell, I went in. Tongue out I lapped across her cookie’s entire soft, pliable surface several times, feeling it give and stretch under my insistent licking and getting a nose full of her fur and the intoxicating whiff of her sex.

“Gooood pet,” she said. “Make your Mistress glad she decided to buy a needy bitch like you from the pet store. Get that tongue inside.”

Fuck. She really had my number. She was pushing buttons I didn’t even know I had, several of them in fact, really mashing them like a pro. I reached for my belt buckle, in need of some freedom for my trapped, begging length. She must’ve noticed.

“Did I say you could do that pet?”

“I just thought I’d-”

She barked to silence me. “Leave the thinking to me, pet. I bought you to use as my personal sex toy. That means you do what I say, when I say it. Is that clear?”

God, she wasn’t helping to soothe the straining in my pants, nor the heat in my cheeks, somewhere in my sex-addled brain was a thread of logic leading me halfway to panic.

“Listen I- I’m, uh, open to the sex. But this is my apartment, my bed. I pay the bills, I-”

Another bark followed by a gravelly growl. “Bad pup! Never speak to me like that again!” Her tail lashed against my chest from where it hung below her. “You’re gonna have to behave extra well to recover from that.” Another little growl. “But, for your information, really good pets get to sleep in their owner’s bed. Do you want to sleep up here with Mistress Crystal?”

“Y-yes. I do.”

“Yes I do what?”

It took me a second to realize what I had done wrong.

“Yes I do, Mistress Crystal.”

“Good puppy. Now stick your tongue in my snatch.”

I did as she said, grabbing her sides to allow myself better maneuverability and stability as my tongue pushed right into her needy canine cunt. She was driving me wild, my very own pet dog, my…. my Mistress. My owner. My everything.

She was wet already and tasted sweet, I couldn’t get enough of her. I pushed on and soon had her whole body quivering. Crystal was panting and howling with pleasure as I shoved further and further inside her with my tongue until my nose was practically buried in there along with it.

I massaged her inner walls with deft movements of my tongue, giving her a deluxe clean out as she shivered in my grasp, intermittently clenching her spade, the tightness on my tongue sending a jolt of pleasure and anticipation through my being. I wanted so badly to unclothe and pleasure myself right alongside her. I was leaking pretty heavily despite the constraints already, a damp patch soaking through my undies to stain the front of my pants.

“Th-there’s a good pet. Fuuuck. D-don’t forget who’s in charge. Eat your owner out, pet. G-get your snout r-right in there. Rrrf!”

By then she well and truly couldn’t keep still. As much as she could talk, reason and dominate, she was still feral. Her rear legs kicked uselessly into the air in aimless excitement as she practically humped my face, her whole body convulsing.

I took to her instructions, plunging as deep as I could, burying my nose and tongue into her spade as it inevitably stretched around me to accommodate. The scent of her was utterly overpowering, sending all of my instincts into overdrive. I tongue lashed her insides with the desperation of a man who thought he may never get the chance again, and the eagerness of a man who was so hard he was leaking through his pants. But I was no man, not any more. I was her obedient, fuck-toy pet.

“Now stop!” She barked the words with such sudden ferocity it frightened me. I froze, she panted, body still quivering with pleasure. “Y-you’ve been a very good pet. N-now free your maw from me.”

I did as she said, slowly, somewhat confused and wordless as I retreated from her with a wet snout. She lay there, occasionally twitching, just catching her breath for several seconds. I wanted to get back inside her, or else to free myself and crank one out right there and then, but she had trained me well. I knelt in not-quite-silence–I couldn’t help a bit of quiet, needy whining–waiting for Mistress Crystal to speak.

Eventually she regained full control of her body, and when at last her breathing had calmed she craned her neck to see me.

“You’ve done well, pet. I’m impressed,” she said.

“Thank you, Mistress Crystal.”

“You learn fast. Maybe you were the best choice at the store after all.”

“I-I hope so Mistress. I know my place now. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“Good. Good.” She rolled over, got on all fours and swivelled so that she was facing me. With the help of the bed, the Malamute stood as tall as me. “Now disrobe, pet. I need to see what I’m working with here.”

I’m pretty sure I set a belt unbuckling world record.