Your Dumb Mutt

I know you've had a bad day and you're not in the mood when you text me "I'm here" without warning. We drive in silence and I try not to be so anxious. When we get to your house my heart drops. You know I'm scared of being alone with you because of things in my past, but today you're too irate to care. As soon as we're inside you order me to strip, but I can't because I'm so awkwardly shy. I remove my shorts and don't make eye contact with you because I know this isn't what you asked.

You're on me in an instant, your hand around my neck and your lips at my ear telling me that disobedient mutts get punished. You push me onto my knees hard and force your cock in my mouth. You tell me I'm disgusting for already drooling all over you and that if I get it on your pants I'll be sorry. I whimper and you force your cock down my throat before fucking it mercilessly. Every time I hear you say "good puppy" I feel myself getting wetter. Your cock in my mouth puts me in a dreamy state and I realize I've gotten spit on your pants. You tsk at me before I hear "dumb puppies like you just don't listen." You hold my nose closed before fucking my throat again. When you've had enough I'm breathless and start to whine for you to touch me.

A quick slap across my face reminds me that I'm a pathetic mutt and that I only do as you say. You slap me a few more times and tears spring to my eyes and you laugh.

"Are you gonna cry, puppy? Is daddy hurting you?" When I nod, you smile. "Good"

I'm already exhausted but I'm eager to please you. You command me to lay back on your bed and I do as I'm told. Your hand loops around my neck again and you ask if I remember that "stop" isn't a safeword, at least not now. With your hand still around my throat, I nod and you reward me by putting your thumb in my mouth and calling me a good mutt.

I try not to be too needy while I wait for you to pull my panties to the side and fill me. As soon as I get what I want, I whimper because I know it drives you crazy. Your grip on my neck tightens and your other hand grips my hip to pull me against you, driving your cock deep inside me. I whimper and pant just to hear you call me your pathetic mutt.

I like it when you're really rough with me, slapping me and choking me almost until I'm unconscious. You like seeing me cry because you like hurting me and because you know I'd do anything to show you how well I can submit.

You talk in my ear about how you want to buy a collar just for me, one you'll make me wear all the time so that people know I belong only to you. You coo that you might even buy a leash so that you can pull on it when you're fucking me just to hear me choke and whine.

You think it's pitiful that I'm always so quick to get wet just from you degrading me. You like to tease me by reminding me just how much control I allow you. Its pointless trying to hide how embarrassed you make me when you see right through me.

I feel like I'm about to pass out when you tell me you want to breed me like a bitch in heat. I can't help it, I really want it and my whimpers get louder. I wrap my legs around you and beg you to breed me and you slap me and laugh.

"You're disgusting but you're my pup. I don't need your permission to use what's mine."

And you're right, I'm yours and I'm melting in your arms even when you're spitting in my mouth and bruising my hips from holding me down. After you're done and I've curled up on your bed, too sore to move or say much, you praise me for being resilient and being such a good puppy for you.