“See, pet, isn’t life so much better now that you’re my little fuck-puppy?” Master asked.

Lori snuggled in against his leg and hoped he’d pet her silky hair, a hope that was soon rewarded. His strong fingers sent bolts of light through her body, burning and calming her at the same time.

“I hope I’m always His fuck-puppy,” she thought while whimpering and barking up at him.

“Let’s take you for a walk and see if someone else’s puppy wants to play.”