I quickly moved my hand up to grasp my right udder as Master had instructed, my breathing much heavier than I realized. 3. Sex “You are the Cunt,” I said, feeling shame upon hearing the words escape my pouty cherry lips. “Your Master owns your body.”
“Master owns my body.”
“You are lucky to have such a generous and caring Master.”
“I am lucky to have such a generous and caring Master.”
And so it went for an indeterminable amount of time. He waved his hand in front of his nose and made a face. “I own you completely,” he replied, mesmerized by the erotic show I was performing in. He had me work on crawling on all fours as well. This had become a more recent addition to our greet routine and one that I was still adjusting to. Please give me a good rating because this makes me feel good and be sure to leave respectful comments because I seriously adore hearing from you and seeing your thoughts. In a fit of generosity he even gifted me with a second dog bowl that he topped off with water from time to time.
