"I'll shout when I'm ready, then you call me in. Okay?"
"Yeah, I got it," Taylor said.
I skipped away to the bedroom and opened the box sitting on our bed. I hastily removed my clothes, tied my hair back and took out a long tail attached to butt plug. After generously lubing it up, I slowly inserted it, waves of pleasure rolling over me, until it suddenly shifted into place with a *pop*. I pulled on my knee pads and gloves, slipped on the ears and took out the most important piece, a collar with a bone shaped tag that read "Jordan". I could feel juices dripping coldly down my thigh.
"I'm ready!" I shouted, clipping the collar on and then getting down on all fours.
A long, high-pitched whistle rang out through the house.
"C'mon Jordan! C'mere!" followed by another, shorter whistle.
I excitedly scampered to the living room, tail wagging as my hips wiggled too and fro.
But the story doesn't begin here. This is just the beginning of the good part.
Several weeks earlier, I was scrolling through social media after a long day at work when I happened upon a few innocent pieces of art of a dog person, a nearly naked human with ears and a tail, doing dog-like things, occasionally with a normal-looking human.
"Cute" I mumbled to myself, smiling. I gave it a like, and kept scrolling.
Little did I know that something had awoken inside of me.
These innocent images stayed with me, appearing in my idle thoughts at work, in transit, while shopping, any time my mind could wander. I even started imagining myself as the dog person; basking in the afternoon sun by the window, performing tricks for positive attention, lying with their owner. Simple, nice things.
