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Amari

Did he just say…? Was he going to pee inside of me?

I was still shaking my head, no, and my left paw was stretched out, but then I felt it. It wasn’t a slow and steady stream like the water enemas. His urine gushed inside of me—an intense rush of hot liquid, filling me up. I moaned at the sensation but then he began to move his cock inside of me, playing with my nipples. His piss began to leak out of my asshole and run down my pussy before it dripped between my thighs.

“Oh, yeah,”

he groaned. “Such a good piss whore, taking my piss inside your asshole. It feels so fucking good.”

I whimpered when his hot flow didn’t slow down. I couldn’t believe this was happening. His fingers continued to tug and pinch my nipples while he rocked his cock back and forth in my ass. The excess hot piss continued to trickle down my pussy and I froze in horror because he was turning me on.

“What a good girl. You’re doing so well,”

he crooned, massaging my breasts as he lay on top of me.

My pussy clenched at his words of praise, a rarity in all the time I had known him. The warm glow from his words made the current depravity a little easier to accept. My ass tightened around his cock as my body reacted through the sordid humiliating torture. My belly began to expand from all the excess liquid as I lay helpless in the wake of his madness.

“That’s my little Skyla, you make a fine whore and toilet for your Master,”

he murmured as his flow finally slowed. “I’m going to plug you up then we can go to the shower to watch all of my piss and cum drain out of that ass.”

I closed my eyes and sagged on the sofa, laying my face on it in defeat.

At least he hadn’t made me drink it.

***

Three weeks later I was contemplating dog life. My life as a dog—this would be the title of my book if I could write one about my experiences living as a dog. I wondered if anyone would buy it. I would need to do it under a pen name and change all the names. Master would definitely sue me or cane me, possibly both.

“Why are you smiling?”

Master asked, pausing, rubbing the towel over his hair.

“Woof,”

I said wrinkling my nose.

How did he expect me to answer?

He stood over my cage looking at me before he unlocked it. I sat up waiting for his command. It also gave a better view of his almost naked body. The white towel around his waist was wrapped tightly and a contrast against his tanned physique. Master slept naked and I always got a morning and evening show.

“Get on the bed,”

he said, opening the cage door before he turned away to put the wet towels in the laundry basket.

I followed his instructions but I was confused. He fucked me earlier so why would he want me on the bed? Unless he was extra horny. I shrugged and climbed on the bed. Him and his swinging cock got on the bed before he pulled the covers back and slipped inside them. I watched him tuck the covers beneath his arms, leaving his chest and shoulders bare.

“Well? What are you waiting for? A written invitation? Get under the covers,”

he said reaching for the lamp and plunging the room into darkness.

I blinked in the pitch black room, wondering what this meant, but his growl snapped me out of it, and I climbed under the covers, sighing at the feel of a mattress beneath me after nearly two months on cage bedding.

His bed felt so damn good. I had never in my life appreciated a piece of furniture the way I did his bed. I spread my legs and arms a little more while stretching my back out, pushing my head into the soft pillow. The pillow was plump and soft yet held its shape as I pressed into it. I bit my lip to stop any sound coming out of me.

“If you are going to flop around like a dead fish you can return to your cage,”

Master said dryly.

I barked and turned to cling onto him. We both froze as I lay on his chest with my arm around his waist. My leg was over his with my body pressed against him. He didn’t say anything for what seemed like an eternity but then he placed his arm around my shoulders.

“Go to sleep,”

he said gruffly.

My body relaxed and within seconds I fell asleep, warm and comfortable in his arms.

***

The visit with my family took us to our closest theme park. I needed some fun with my little sister. She had lost her part-time father, and with me paying for his sins, she might as well have lost me too. Being twenty minutes late was worth it because Alcina had the biggest smile on her face all day.

Through the doughnuts and candy floss, as well as all the age-appropriate rides and entertainment. I took many pictures and selfies of us with silly poses. Now that I had my fun it was time to pay the price.

Which was why I was currently face down with my tail up in my sorry pose.

“Why were you late? Speak,”

he said in a dangerously low voice.

“I took Alcina to a theme park…we got carried away. I’m sorry,”

I said cowering away from him as he approached me.

The truth was I wasn’t sorry at all nor was I scared. His worst caning was something I could take. I was counting on him not to fly into a rage like he did in the early days.

“What is your passcode?” he asked.

My head shot up and I saw my phone in his hand. “302019,”

I said, wondering why he wasn’t whipping my ass.

“Your sister’s birthday,”

he murmured as he looked at my phone screen and tapped on it.

It surprised me that he made the connection, and I began to breathe a little easier because he hadn’t sworn at Alcina as he used to. He was focused on my phone and his finger was sliding along the screen. He must be going through my camera roll. He was pausing at some pictures and scrutinising them before he continued to scroll through them.

“You both had a good day,”

he said grudgingly after several minutes.

“We did,”

I said softly.

“Don’t be late again or else—”

he said but didn’t finish his threat.

“Yes, Master,”

I whispered, shocked and relieved at his leniency especially when my misdemeanour was related to my family.

Did Stefanos Karalis have a heart?

Well, blow me down with a feather and call me Fido.