All that I have wanted for years is to find a boyfriend that I would always struggle to take and suck on. I want him to be so big that I can jerk him off with 2 hands while I suck him off.
So I have decided to turn to you and see if you can make my dream boyfriend a reality.
I want a story, oh mighty Fairy — a story about an innocent virgin boy finding his purpose and becoming a chastity-wearing rubber puppy where I am unable to remove my suit and I am forever fed cocks and cum of my master and the strangers he presents me to.
My husband and his brother have always had a bit of a strained relationship. My husband is intelligent and responsible; my brother in law is a stoner and sort of white trash.
My husband works hard while my brother in law would rather sit in his boxers drinking beer and searching his crotch. Could you bring them closer together?
Dear Purple and Pink Fairies, is it possible I’m a descendant of Eros or Cupid?
It’s hard to explain, but I fall in love with every guy I meet at first sight. My hottest fantasy is to have a threesome, and the two guys remain a couple after our tryst. The only thing is, I’m always welcomed to rejoin them.
I am also so desperate to have wings that I’ve been considering getting a large back tattoo of them. It’d be amazing to have a real set I could cocoon my lovers with in a warm, feathery embrace.
There’s this guy at college who I’ve been wanting to ask out. He’s this adorable little Asian twink with a cute, ditzy lisp and whenever I’m near him, I can smell his sexy musk.
I was planning on finally going to him this semester when I learned he’s going to Europe to study abroad! I wanna be with him forever and I don’t want to lose my chance. Can you make me into his jockstrap so I can never leave his side?
Hi Pink Fairy, my partner thinks they are mostly vanilla… I wish you could help awaken in them the desire to dominate me.
Could you help get them to a point where they take over control? Please make sure they enjoy themselves as much as possible — even when that means I’ll sometimes regret making this wish.
The sound of someone loudly clearing their throat snaps you back to reality. You blink your eyes. You hadn’t realized that you’d zoned out, though honestly you can’t remember what you were doing before you did. The only thing that you can think of right now is the strange but already-fading dream that you had. The once-vivid and life-like images of that daydream leave nothing but dregs, the faintest flash of a neon pink sign, the feeling of cold rain on your skin, the sound of a bell jingling above a door as you push it open.
You feel fuzzy, and while it’s pleasant, it’s not necessarily the right frame of mind that you want while you’re at the office. But you can’t shake it. No matter how hard you try, it’s like there’s something dampening your thoughts, making it extremely difficult to process what’s going on around you. It isn’t until your companion calls your name out a third time that you realize they’re talking to you. And when you do finally turn your head toward them, you realize with a jolt that it’s your boyfriend.
“Hey, were you listening to me?” he asks. “I told you, we need to get this project finished or the boss is going to have our asses.” The words go in through one ear, but it’s like they refuse to stick to your head. The fog in your skull thickens, making it feel like you’re trying to think through molasses. You just stare at him, uncomprehending, as his words and their meaning slip right off your brain. “Hello?” he says, looking exasperated.
You mumble something incoherent as you turn to look around you. It’s hard to think but at least you recognize the place. It’s one of the conference rooms at the office. Outside, it looks like the sun’s just about to set. It doesn’t look like there’s anyone else there, either. “Look, I get it, I tired you out last night, but I need you to pay attention to me right now,” says your boyfriend, this time with an edge of irritation in his voice. “Hey! Look at me! I’m talking to you!” he snaps, as you fail to comprehend his command.
The sheer authority in his voice makes you snap to attention. You look at him and blink, as though you’re seeing him in a new light. He shakes his head. “God, I knew they should have never let them hire you as my assistant. Look, you’re lucky you’re cute, but you need to stop spacing out like this. I know you’re not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I need your help right now.”
You stare at him. His assistant? You were the one with the cushy office job. You were the one making the money. Or were you? You’re not sure anymore. It’s hard to think. It’s so much easier to just believe what he says. So you do so. And you suddenly feel shame. “I…” you start to say, freezing as you realize how low and how dumb your voice sounds. Your eyes widen. A part of you screams in terror. But more than that, your cock twitches in your pants.
Why are you turned on by being so dumb? You don’t know. You don’t understand it. You try to figure it out, but it’s like your smarts keep dancing just out of your grasp, slowly fading away, melting like wax from a candle. Drip drip dripping out of you through the pre-cum now staining the side of your leg. “Oh god,” your boyfriend says, as he gets up and starts to undo the buckle of his belt. “Right, well, obviously I need to fuck your head straight before you can help me so let’s get this over with,” he says, with a smirk.
You giggle. For some reason that’s apparently exactly what you wanted to hear. You chew on your lower lip and bend over the desk, shimmying your pants down your legs. Your mind continues to fog up, the haze getting thicker and thicker until it’s impossible to think anything other than what your boyfriend tells you.
You wiggle your ass as he puts a hand on it and lines his cock up with your hole. “Not that I’m complaining,” he says. “I could use a break, to be honest. But after this, we’re going to finish this project, understood?” You nod, even though you both know you’re not going to be much help here. As your old, smart self melts away, replaced by this new, dumb, dependent slut that you’ve become, you can’t help but giggle to yourself at how airheaded you got.
But it’s not like you’re going to be able to regret what happens from now on. You don’t have the brainpower for that. Besides, obviously your boyfriend’s taking charge now, just like you always wanted. It occurs to you that maybe you should just quit since you’re no good for him here at the office, anyway, and you can just be his good little slut, waiting for him at home, ready to help him blow off the day’s steam.
You focus on that image, breathing a dreamy sigh, as he pushes his cock inside you, sealing your fate.
Hi Pink Fairy. My boyfriend said he was getting tired of me always talking back and that I should just be there for his pleasure and to clean up after him.
Would it be possible to give him the ability to turn me into his own personal fleshlight? And when he needs someone to clean up after him, or provide two fuckable holes, could he turn me from the fleshlight into an obedient suited slave?
He said that I looked best in a nice grey suit and tie with a nice crisp white shirt and shiny black shoes.
Dear Pink Fairy, I read online that you would be able to help me out. I graduated from college and am still a virgin. I feel nervous for my first time and I want to be great at it. Could you make my dick big enough so that I can practice deepthroating on myself?
I have also been having a hunger for cum, so maybe you could make my balls bigger, too…
A hand rested on my ass, the rough, calloused palm hot against my skin. I couldn’t help but shiver as it slowly caressed and kneaded my butt cheek. A soft moan came up unbidden, bubbling up my throat and slipping between my lips before I could stop it.
My mind was hazy. There was a static buzz in the back of my head. It was like my skull was stuffed full with cotton. I tried to think, but it was like trying to wade through waist-deep molasses. It was hard. Almost too hard.
There was a thought there, flitting at the edges of my consciousness. I tried to grab at it, but it slipped out of my grasp. I tried again. And again. But each time it flitted further away. It was so hard to think. So hard.
My hole twitched as a finger dipped into the crack of my ass. It sent another shiver up my spine, a tingle of electric pleasure that traveled down my taint and up to the tip of my cock. I felt so empty all of a sudden. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t filled up.
Only later did it occur to me to ask where I was. Or how I got there. The rough fabric under my knees and stomach told me that I was on a couch. Probably. I wasn’t sure. I was lying on my stomach, though.
My chest was resting on someone else’s lap. It was a man. He was wearing pants, but he’d pulled them down a bit. His cock was out, hard and dripping pre-cum. My mouth watered as soon as I saw it.
“Oh,” said the man. His deep baritone voice filled me with an inexplicable sense of giddiness, one that manifested itself in a strange noise that sounded almost like a bark. “That’s good. That’s good. That makes this easier…” he said, stroking my hair, his fingers massaging my scalp and sending a tingle of pleasure up my spine.
I moaned, instincts taking over. I nuzzled his crotch. His cock bobbed up and down, dripping pre-cum onto my face. “Ah, ah, ah,” he said, tapping my nose. “Not yet.”
I couldn’t remember what I was doing before I was here on this couch. I couldn’t even remember if there had been a before. I sort of remembered a party, but it almost felt like a lifetime ago. I tried to muster the words, but my mouth-parts didn’t quite work the way that I wanted them to.
Not to mention the fact that I couldn’t even really think of the right words to say. “Where me?” I asked. I felt something cold settle into the pit of my stomach. Something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what. My head was so fuzzy, so foggy, so cottony. I needed to think but it was so hard to think. It was so much easier to just let go, to just not think, to not worry.
“Why me here?” I asked. Again, I felt dread. I figured that it had something to do with the way that I was speaking. I was confused. “Why me speak like this?” I said.
I didn’t know what had happened to me. I was supposed to be smart. But my voice was low, my words were slow, and all in all I sounded… dumb. That word. That one word. It sent an echo through my head, making my cock twitch, filling me with a strange euphoria.
I reached out for a memory. Any memory. It was hard, but I thought I was getting somewhere. The memory was something about a thesis, but then the man’s finger grazed my hole and as I moaned the memory slipped out of my fingers. It faded into the fog, even as I scrambled after it.
I faintly remembered being the top student at my university. Whatever that meant. I knew that I should have known what student meant. I knew I should have known what university meant. My hole twitched again, and the thought was lost, sinking into that thickening fog in my consciousness.
I struggled through it. I was researching D… DN… I couldn’t grasp the concept, even though something in the pit of my being told me that I should have been able to. Then it occurred to me. It was the stuff in cum. Or at least I was pretty sure that was what it was.
I looked up at the man. “Me was smart, right?” I asked. He didn’t answer. He just teased my hole again, and my train of thought was derailed. It was just so hard to think through the fog. Through the cotton. My ass felt so empty…
“You, smart?” said the man, as he patted my head. “Once, maybe,” he said. “You had so much potential. You were going to change the world, you said. Funny how things change, right?”
I couldn’t figure out what potential meant. I kept getting close, but every time I felt like I was about to touch it, the man’s finger would brush against my hole and I would get lost in the pleasure. “Me smart once?” I asked, frowning. I at least knew that meant that I should have definitely been smarter. “Make smart again, sir,” I begged.
“No,” said the man. “I don’t think so. You were such a massive douchebag. You always felt like you were better than everyone else, but that was okay. You weren’t rude about it. Stress made you so much worse, though. I think you’re much better this way.”
“But me need smart!” I protested. There was a small part of me still left. A small part that understood the stakes. “Me need change world!”
“Yeah?” said the man, patting me on the head again. “What’s two plus two?”
I tried to think about it, but I just couldn’t. It was like I didn’t even know how to add anymore. I brought my hands up to my face and I used my fingers, but I didn’t really know what I was doing. I held up three fingers. “Five!” I said.
That small part of me recognized that it was the wrong answer, that it was a stupid answer, but instead of feeling terrified at how much I had lost, I just felt giddy. A giggle escaped me. My cock twitched. I was dumb. I had become so dumb. My mind was so foggy. My hole was so empty.
“Good boy,” said the man. “Now, when I snap my fingers, you’ll go deep into trance, and you’ll know then that I can change your body according to my will.” I didn’t understand anything that he said, but the small part of the smart me did. And that was enough, apparently.
He snapped his fingers. It was hard to think before. Now, it was impossible. He ran his fingers all over my back and my ass. I couldn’t help but moan. “So,” said the man, “Now I’m going to take your mind and I’m going to put it in your ass.”
I nodded. I felt drool dribbling down the side of my face. He placed my fingers on my head and he pulled them away. “I’m taking your brain from here,” he said, and I couldn’t help but giggle as I felt his fingers around my brainy bits. Then, he placed his fingers on my ass cheeks. “And now I’m putting your brain here. You’re going to get a lot more sensitive here because you’re brains are in your butt now.”
Immediately, my ass became more sensitive, just as he had said. My hole tingled. I moaned when he swatted my ass cheeks.
“There we go,” he said. “How does your ass feel?”
“Tingly,” I giggled.
“How about inside?” he asked.
I couldn’t help but groan into his lap. I wiggled my butt, squirming. “Empty,” I breathed.
“And your mind is in your ass, right?” he said, stroking my head, making me calm and pliable.
He had put my mind in my ass. “Yeah…” I said.
“And your ass is empty, right?” he said.
“Yeah…” I repeated, my voice slipping into a monotone drone as drool trickled down the corner of my lips. I felt like I was swimming in pleasure. I couldn’t think. Nor did I try to. It was just so much easier letting go. Letting him do the thinking for me. Listening to his voice as he told me the truth.
“How does your mind feel inside, then?” he said, stroking across my twitching hole with his finger, making me arch my back from how good it felt.
“Empty…” I said, without even thinking. As soon as I did, I felt all my memories leave me.
“Yeah?” said the man, slapping my ass. My mind. It sent waves of pleasure through me. “How does your mind feel?”
“Empty,” I said again. As I did, I could feel my brains melting away. All traces of my free will, all traces of my identity just dribbling away in my pre-cum. Leaking out of my cock.
“But you want to be smart again, right?” said the man. The Master.
“Yes” I answered. But it wasn’t an I anymore. It didn’t have an identity anymore. Its mind was empty, leaking out of its cock.
“Can you feel it leaking out?” the Master said. “Your brains?” It nodded and whimpered. Its cock pulsed. More brains leaked out the tip. It felt even dumber. It felt its smarts going away even more.
“If your mind is empty, how will you become smart again?” said the Master, his finger rubbing around its hole, pressing into it now, opening him up.
“Fill mind. Be smart again,” it said, panting. Its hole twitched. It drooled into the Master’s lap.
“But your mind is your ass,” said the Master, pushing his finger into it. Wriggling it around. Making it pant and moan.
“Fill ass. Smart come back,” it said. It crawled off the Master’s lap. It placed its chest and cheek on the carpeted floor. It reached back and spread its legs, pulling its ass cheeks apart with its fingers. “Master fill ass. Master make smart come back.”
“That’s right,” said the Master, as he slowly pushed his cock into its ass. “But it keeps leaking out. It’s never going to be enough. You can feel your IQ going up a little while you’re getting fucked, while you’re filled, but you’ll always leak, you’re always going to be dumber than a rock.”
“Never going to be enough…” It repeated mindlessly as it bucked its hips on its master’s cock, some clarity creeping into its mind but leaking away almost as soon as it got there. “Dumber than a rock…” it whispered.
“But you’re going to be desperate to get your smarts back, aren’t you?” said the Master. “You’re going to look for as many cocks to fill your ass. To try and get those smarts back. So that you can change the world. But you’ll always leak it out. You’ll always shoot it out. It will never be enough.”
“Never enough…” it moaned, monotonously.
“You’re going to be a dumb cock slut forever, aren’t you?” said the Master. “Always trying to take those smarts back. Always failing. Desperately riding and sucking cock.”
“Dumb cock slut forever,” it whimpered as its hole clamped around its Master’s cock. It came, shooting its brains out all over the carpet, sealing its fate forever.
Snap.
I blinked. One moment, I was floating in this vast, endless void, and the next, it was like waking up from a dream. My mind was fuzzy. Unfocused. It was a bit unsettling. Normally my head would be clear, ideas whizzing past at a hundred miles an hour. And yet, none of that was there. I felt slow. Sluggish. And as hard as I tried to clear my head, there was just this faint thread of euphoria that kept me right where I was.
“Hey,” said a soft voice. It was familiar. Almost painfully so. But I couldn’t figure out why. Nor could I put a name to it. “Hey,” it said again, “come back.”
It was too bright. I had to squint. Why was it so bright? I turned my head in the direction of the voice, and although I could barely make him out through the light, I recognized who it was that I was talking to. “M-Mike?” I stammered. The word came out clumsily, tumbling out of my mouth instead of rolling off my tongue, almost like I hadn’t spoken in a while. Language felt… foreign, weird as that was.
“Yeah, Will,” he said, as he reached down and rubbed my cheek. I looked up at him, feeling a strange and unconditional love and adoration as his fingers brushed against my skin. He was so handsome, too. I was so lucky to—
And all of a sudden, I couldn’t quite remember why I was so lucky. Nor did I recall why looking at him made my heart flutter. He was my best friend, but that was it. I wasn’t in love with him… right?
It was then that it hit me, like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. Why was I looking up at him? Why was I on my hands and knees? Why was I naked? “What the fuck!?” I exclaimed.
I almost jumped up, but something kept me on the floor. The first time, it was weird. The second time, it sparked this weird pain between my eyes. I tried a third time, but my head just throbbed from the effort. “Where am I, Mike?” I asked him. My mouth once again fumbled around the words, which was extremely unsettling since I was used to speaking in public. It was like I was relearning how to talk. “Why am I naked? What day is it? Ugh… My head… Did I pass out like this?”
“Heh,” said Mike, sheepishly. “I guess I should help you with all that, eh?” he said. I still didn’t understand what was going on. I didn’t know it then, but the truth was that I didn’t understand much of anything anymore. He placed his fingers on by head, his thumbs on my forehead, his other fingers framing my face. He pushed my head back and whispered “Remember…”
It all came back to me like running face-first into a brick wall. I was a business executive. Had been? I was making obscene amounts of money every month despite how young I was. I had been up for a promotion, but I had been so stressed about it. Every ounce of the wits that I had used to get up to where I was had suddenly switched gears to focus on every possible way that I could fuck it all up.
I had been so stressed that I blew Mike off for our regular weekly get-together for a month. The last time that I saw him, I remember that he had looked so worried. But I still couldn’t get a handle on how long ago that had been, by now.
The memories got hazy… I remembered finally getting my shit together for a couple of hours… I invited Mike over… Then, the next thing that I remembered, I was on all fours, barking at Mike, begging with my eyes for his bone. That instant, a year’s worth of memories slammed into me.
Having to get toilet-trained in the backyard of my own house… Getting led around on a leash… Eating food happily from a dog bowl… Curling up at Mike’s feet while he watched Netflix… Curling up on his lap when he felt like letting me up on my own furniture… Following him around wherever he went… Wagging my tail with excitement when he got back from work…
And I even gave him access to my life savings… All the money I’d worked so hard for. What the fuck had I been thinking? Then, other memories bombarded me. Sniffing Mike’s ass. Sniffing his crotch. Mouthing at the head of his cock as it was obscenely outline din his pants. Begging sweetly for his bone, moaning, mewling, and whining for it, sucking on his cock like my life depended on it, fucking my ass on his finger while he watched television.
My cock was getting hard. I fought it. But I knew that I couldn’t do so for very long. I fell to the floor as more memories came, one after the other. Spreading my legs for master. Wagging my tail for master. Spreading my cheeks for master. Presenting my rump for Master to fuck. Begging for Master to bury his bone in my butt.
And then there was the humping, the endless, frustrating humping. Whatever he had used to pup me out, he had used to make it impossible for me to cum on my own. I remembered pawing at my puppy dick, rubbing it on the bed, on the furniture, on Master’s leg. No matter how hard I tried, the only thing that could make me cum was Master’s command.
“What… What did you do to me…” I grunted. I was hard. So hard. My cock was dripping. It all felt so wrong, but so right at the same time.
“I made your life better,” said Mike. “You were so stressed, doing all that thinking. You hadn’t been sleeping… You know, I wanted to be with you for years, Will, but you were always too busy making money and being brilliant to notice me.”
He looked down at me, his bright blue eyes sparkling in the light. “And why should you have paid attention to me. I was the college dropout. The friend you kept around and helped because it made you feel good. I was the charity case, wasn’t I? And you felt that by being my friend you would be giving back to society.”
“So, what?” I said, through gritted teeth. “You turned me into your pet, Mas—!” I bit down on my lip as hard as I could. No way. No way was I going to say that word. No way was I going to call him that.
But it was so deeply ingrained. I felt I wouldn’t be able to resist it for long. “That’s sick…” I whispered, whimpering as I felt the phantom sensation of Master’s cock sliding into my puppy hole. “You should have just asked me out. I liked you, too, Mast—!”
“Well… I guess… Bit too late for that now, though, isn’t it?” said Mike. “Though… That’s why I was feeling guilty. I told myself that after a year, I’d give you a chance to get away… This is your chance.”
A chance. A goddamn chance. I had one. I intended to take it. “Oh, you’re going to regret this, you motherfucker…” I hissed. But fuck… My hole was tingling. There was an itch deep inside. Instead of getting up, all I could do was reach behind me to scratch at my hole. Oh damn… That felt so good… “What did you do with my money?”
“It’s all still there,” said Master. “Really… With all the extra time I had in my hands, I went ahead and learned how to play the market. Turns out I’m actually pretty good at it… You’re richer now than you were before.” Master shrugged and patted me on the shoulder before walking away. I was tempted to follow, but I stayed put.
A stray memory made itself known. “Jesus fuck… Oh god…” I moaned quietly. I remembered being fucked for hours in both ends by two fucking machines. I got hard. So hard. I leaked all over the carpet that I hadn’t even noticed until now. I almost reached down to stroke my puppy prick, but I knew that good puppies didn’t do that. In the back of my head, I knew it was fucked up, it was wrong, and yet it felt so right.
“Oh god…” I whimpered, clawing at my thigh with my free hand while frantically fucking my puppy hole with the other. I remembered riding a dildo in the bathroom, my puppy prick flinging pre-cum all over the place. “Turn me back!” I demanded, afraid that the pleasure was going to make me succumb, was going to make me waste my chance. “Turn me back now!”
And yet a small part of me screamed, “No! Don’t!”
“I’m afraid enchantments can’t just be undone like that,” said Master. “You have to really want to reverse them, even in the depths of your soul, before anything can happen.” He turned around and a small smile was playing on his lips. “In your case… All you really have to do is get your fingers out of your ass, get up on your own two feet, and walk out the door.”
“This is my house!” I said. “I’m done playing your sick games!” But even as I said the words, I slipped my fingers deeper, bucked my hips onto them, fucked my dignity away on my own hand.
“I didn’t say you couldn’t come back in after… You just have to get up and walk out the front door. Then you’ll be a free man,” said Master. “To be honest, though, I want you to stay. I love you.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, through gritted teeth. “You lost the right to say that when you turned me into… into this…” The anger drove out the submissive thoughts, sure, but the horniness, the intense, burning, eager arousal, it remained. My poor cock was so neglected. I wanted to stroke it. But I couldn’t. Not just because it would be inappropriate for a puppy like me, but because I also wanted my old life back.
Or at least I think I did. But then another memory came to me. “Oh fuck…” I whispered. “Oh fuck, that happened… Oh god…” My cheeks and ears burned. My boss, Jason… The guy I had had the hots for. He had come to my place looking for me. He had been a douchebag… And he had royally pissed off Master…
My hand crept up my thigh toward my dick.
I had been watching from the corner. I had been hiding behind the couch when all of this happened. Jason had demanded to come in, calling Master a loser nobody. Then, all hell had broken loose. Jason was up one moment, and on his hands and knees the next, frantically panicking, trying to stand back up but failing, turning around to run away only for Master to grab him by the back of the collar to wrench him back into the house.
I remembered. That day I had gotten a new puppy friend. We had played with a double dildo. Oh shit… I remember how it had felt. That was one of the few days that Master had let me cum. All over Jason’s face.
“I’m glad you decided to stay, Will,” said Master. I glanced at him. He was grinning. At first I didn’t know why he was grinning. I felt good. So good. So hazy. So happy. My brain felt like it was shutting down. And then I realized that I was jerking off. I knew I had to stop, but it felt so good. That small part of me that didn’t want this to end was taking over. And I realized that Master liked this. And that it was always nice to show off for Master.
No. I tried to convince myself that I needed my old life back. But did I really? People at work had always been assholes.
No. That wasn’t right. My colleagues had been great. They had never been mean to me. I couldn’t just turn my back on them. But why couldn’t I? And why did thinking about doing it feel so right?
Mike wasn’t my Master… But why shouldn’t he be? He loved me. He fed me. He gave me treats. He trained me. He disciplined me. He kept me dumb, horny, and happy, like a good pup. And not to mention, he had a really yummy bone in his pants.
I started to giggle, pumping my cock up and down, the thoughts slipping away from me faster than I could try to catch them. It was like the pre-cum dripping down my cock was draining the resistance right out of me. I started to pant, drooling. Soon I was back on all fours, stroking my puppy dick furiously, stroking it while I was on my hands and knees.
I wagged my butt and whined. Why was it empty? Where was my tail? I whined again, louder. I looked at master, eyes wide and pleading. I needed my tail back. It was so cute. He said it was so cute. It was my favorite part of me, because Master said it was his favorite part of me. Other than my collar, I guess. And my puppy prick. And my puppy hole.
I pawed at my face. Where was Master again? I hadn’t seen him all day. And why was I in the soft-floor room? I wasn’t supposed to be in here. My heart sank. Oh no. Master might get mad… I whined at myself and looked around. I could maybe get out before Master got home. But I was so horny I couldn’t help but paw off. “Here, boy!” said Master.
I looked up. Master? Master! I was so happy I was practically bouncing. “Come here,” he said, patting me on the head. “Silly pup. Did you forget I was just here? Come on. Let’s collar you up.”
I presented my neck to Master, puffing my chest out proudly as he closed the buckle around my neck. “Who’s a good boy?” Master asked. “Who’s a good boy?”
I turned around and presented my butt to him, wiggling it from side to side so that my cute puppy tail would wag for him. Woof! I was a good boy!
I was the best boy!
Ruff!
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