Good Boy: Now Bark For Me

Every time I see you in that gimp suit…

I want to laugh my fucking ass off. Any individuality has been stripped from you completely. What a good boy you are. But you truly do look utterly ridiculous, especially in that full mask; with the doggy-ears and pup-like nose. Your collar read’s “House Bitch” and I can’t help but let a wicked laugh escape my gut. Now, you’re officially my little pet. Ready to be trained, humiliated, and to serve me.

“Good boy,” I say, my bitchy voice enough to make you drip with anticipation. “Now Kneel and beg for your treat.”

Like the good boy you are, you drop to your knees. I can see the pathetic urge to please in your eyes. The collar rests snugly around your neck, a constant reminder of who owns you. “Now, bark for me,” I command, laughing and loving the power I have over you. I clutch the leash tightly, feeling the tension pull through as you hesitate in embarrassment, but then finally give in, an eager bark escaping your lips.

“Louder,” I demand. “Show me what a good boy you are.”

So eager to submit to me; it’s amusing how quickly you forget yourself under my command. I toy with the zipper of your gimp suit, the one holding in that rock-hard bulge. “Let’s see just how good you are at following orders,” I taunt, pulling down the zipper all the way. Exposing your, I mean MY, big fat cock.

You shudder with anticipation as I turn around, giving you the most irresistible view of my juicy ass. “Now, be a good boy, and come fuck me from behind,” I lift my skirt and show you those puffy pussy lips from behind. Making you drool and wag with excitement. Then, I tug on the leash as I sway my hips slightly. Teasing you just enough to drive you wild. “But remember, you don’t get to cum until I say so. So you better make me feel good FIRST.”

It’s pathetic how quick you are to chase me, such a good boy you are.

Those instincts take over as you slide into position behind me. What a good boy. I can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of it all. But the feeling of your hard cock against my ass reminds me that, this is the only thing you’re actually good for. “Look at you, just a desperate little bitch, ready to be my toy.”

With a gentle tug on the leash, I guide you to thrust into me. Making sure you understand who’s in charge. I feel you grow even harder Inside me “There’s my good boy,” My words dripping with condescension. You groan in desperation, lost in the haze of pure pleasure as you drive deeper. Each thrust sends waves of ecstasy washing over me, and I can’t help but taunt you further. “That’s it! Good boy. Keep going. Just a little more, and then maybe I’ll let you cum. But only if you make me feel reeeeally good. Think you can make me cum, bitch boy?”

With every pull on the leash, I feel you throb harder and you respond fervently, thrusting deep into me with instinctual urgency. “Remember, you need permission to cum,” this control I have over you is intoxicating and my pussy is loving it. Almost more-so then the feeling of your cock railing me from behind.

I can feel you getting closer, your whimpers growing stronger…

I love how you can’t help how weak you are for me. “Good boy,” I whisper, “but not yet… not until I tell you to let go.” As you cry out with frustration, I relish the control I have. It’s almost enough to make me cum. “Now, bitch boy… fuck me harder! Show me how much you love being my good boy.” As you give in, ready to explode, I smirk and leave you hanging, a teasing smile gracing my lips. “Not yet. Don’t you fucking dare cum till I say so”

So what happens now? You’re desperate, aching for release, and the only thing standing in your way is me. Are you ready to beg for it? Or will you end up with a ruined orgasm, caged and collared – always desperate for relief?

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