Hey there everybody.
This is just another story that I wrote a while ago, and exploration of the puppy fetish, that is, treating someone as a puppy or dog. I personally liked how it turned out, and I can't wait for this fantasy to be realized in real life.
None the less, I hope you enjoy it, and as always, you are more than welcome to offer any and all critisims, or hey, if you liked it yourselves, tell me, it makes me feel good.
So yea, enjoy.
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I awoke as always, leashed to the bed, curled up on my mattress at the foot of my Mistress' king sized bed.
Merely dozing for a few minutes as I slowly woke up. Getting to my hands and knees, I carefully climbed onto my Mistress' bed, trying not to wake her.
My collar caught at my neck, the leash pulling from where it was tied to the bed post. This left me with my head near my Mistress' lap, with her hands resting on top of the comforter. Reaching with my head I managed to nudge her hand.
With a slight jerk Mistress started awake. Sitting up, she brought her hands above her head, her comforter falling down her naked chest as she stretched sensuously.
Looking down upon my prone form, Mistress lifted her hand to my head and began playing with my hair.
"Good morning boy. How did you sleep last night?"
In response I merely rubbed my head against Mistress' hand, prompting her to scratch me behind my ears, just where I liked it.
"I myself was sleeping pretty well until a very naughty puppy decided to wake me up."
I plastered an innocent expression over my face, knowing that it didn't fool my Mistress as her hand continued to roam over my head.
A glazed look soon began to cover my face as Mistress found that one spot on my head...
"You're so cute! I can never stay mad at you."
Ceasing to play with my hair, Mistress ruffled my head before swinging her long naked legs out of bed. "Come on boy, let's get some breakfast."
Slipping her feet into her slippers, Mistress began to walk out of the room, obviously expecting me to follow.
Just before she left the room however, I let out a whimper, and when Mistress turned to see the problem, I pointed with my head at my leash still attached to the bottom of the bed. "Sorry pet, slipped my mind."