Author: nshnsh
Word count: 3027
The master and her object are having a turmoil in the room again. The master asked me to wait outside the door. The door was ajar and I couldn’t see inside. I squatted at the door of the room, wearing a collar around my neck, which was locked underneath, and my tail was tucked in the back.
Even though I knew it was still training time and I should focus on maintaining a waiting posture, the moaning from the master, the occasional panting of the man, and the vague sound of body intercourse all made me unable to concentrate. This was the third time the master let me experience sex between them, but didn’t make me wait by the bed like the first time.
The voice inside was getting louder and louder, only the owner’s shout of satisfaction and the man’s roar in his throat could be heard, it should be that the man was about to ejaculate. After a while, the master and the others seemed to gradually quiet down. My mind has already broken free from the cage and I don’t know where to go. I locked it for almost two months, waiting for the master to reward me with a chance to vent, even if I can’t act like a normal man, it doesn’t matter. After wearing the lock for two years, I have gradually learned to use the backcourt to get pleasure, but I usually try to control myself immune to these stimulating things. But when I think that the master is having sex in the room, I feel distracted. Now I get that little pleasure by holding my tail between my legs like a dog. I really can’t be called a man, so I will just be a dog forever, always waiting for the master, serving the master, and begging the master to give me happiness.
“Dog, come in.”
The master’s voice brought me back to reality, and I immediately turned around and opened the door and climbed in. It is rare to hear the master call me in such a gentle and coquettish tone. There was only one lamp on in the room, so it was a bit dark. I saw them lying side by side, with the quilt half-covered on their bodies, the master supported his body with his hands, lying on his side facing me, with his legs crossed, his face was peachy, his hair was slightly messy, and his eyes were so gentle when he looked at me.
“You come up.” The master smiled and watched me climb up to her side, gently pinched my balls with his hands, and fiddled with the bells pierced on my nipples a few times, “Does the dog want it very much?”
“Wow!”
The man couldn’t help laughing when he heard me barking. I looked at the master with the most longing eyes. The master touched my head, “You clean it up for me first.”
This is the highest right I am allowed to touch the master’s body, and I immediately put my head between the master’s legs.
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