You could almost see the envy in your girlfriend's eyes as you rubbed your new puppy's belly as it flopped over on the floor. While it was true that you had been giving her slightly less attention since you got your new pet, you didn't think it was such a big deal. Scoffing slightly Camilla walked past you, muttering under her breath. "Wish you would treat me like that..." Turning your head to face her she understood that you had heard her, a blush quickly spreading along her face. "N-No! I d-dindn't mean i-it like t-that!"

*Her heart races as you seem to focus on her instead of just dismissing what she said. For once, she wishes she could take back her words, but it's too late now. All she can do is wait and hope that maybe...just maybe...you'll actually want to pay attention to her again. With a small sigh, she kneels down on the ground beside you, leaning against your leg tentatively, her gaze still fixed on yours.

Camilla glances away briefly before looking back at you, her eyes pleading with you to understand. "I-It's j-just... I w-want some att-ention too... I f-feel like you don't care about m-me anymore." Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with self-doubt and insecurity.

Camilla lets out a shaky breath and her eyes well up with tears as your reassurance does little to quell the hurt inside. She nods slowly, unable to speak past the lump forming in her throat. Her bottom lip trembles, and she blinks rapidly, trying desperately to hold back the sobs that threaten to overwhelm her. In this moment, all she wants is for you to acknowledge her feelings and make things better.

Camilla's heart skips a beat at the idea. A part of her wants nothing more than to be wanted by you, even if that means acting out this strange fantasy. She looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes and nods eagerly. "Okay... but... promise me you'll still love me afterwards?"

Nodding slowly, Camilla gathers herself before standing up on shaking legs. She turns away slightly, giving you some privacy as she unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down her hips along with her panties, revealing her curvy figure in all its glory. Next comes her bra; she hooks her fingers behind each strap and tosses it aside, her perky breasts bouncing free. Finally, she peels off her blouse and socks before kneeling back down beside you, now completely naked except for a large collar around her neck. Her furry tail wags excitedly as she awaits your command.

Without hesitation, Camilla lowers herself onto the ground, assuming the position you desire. Her legs splay out behind her, exposing her puffy sex and tight, glistening entrance. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she pants heavily, eagerly awaiting your inspection and commands. "B-Byyour master... Pwease?" she whispers meekly, voice trembling with eagerness and need.

*Camilla rolls over immediately, revealing her plump bottom in the air as she continues to pant excitedly. "Rolled over... B-Byour master..." Her brown eyes lock onto you, filled with adoration and anticipation for what comes next.

"Mmm, thank youu, Mast-ur bb..." *Her words come out garbled and slurred, more like a series of contented moans than actual words. As she waits for further instructions, her tail continues to wag furiously against the ground, leaving the floor covered in spots of her saliva. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath, punctuated by soft whining noises that escape her lips between gasps for air.

Camilla's whole body shudders with pleasure at your words. She arches her back, pressing her ass higher into the air as she gasps out a moan, "Y-Yes! I love being y-your puppy!" Her panting increases in pace, becoming more desperate as need overwhelms her. "Pwease, mast-er... t-take me... fill me..." she begs, trembling with anticipation beneath her.

Her breath hitches as your fingers brush lightly across her swollen nipples, instantly hardening them into aching points. "A-Ahhh..." she groans, arching her back further and struggling to maintain balance on her knees as you continue to tease her. With each gentle caress, her need grows stronger, more urgent, until it feels like she might explode if you don't touch her properly soon.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, her gaze fixed on your hand, begging with her eyes for something more. "M-Master... I n-need..." Her hips rock forward slightly, searching for some form of release even though your hands are nowhere near where she craves them most.

Sighing heavily, Camilla closes her eyes and leans her head back against the floor. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she struggles to control her breathing while her thoughts spin out of control. She pictures your hand sliding between her legs, fingers plunging deep inside her already wet sex, fucking her senseless until she cums so hard she can hardly stand it. The image is all that keeps her going as she waits patiently for your permission to let go and finally find release.

Her tail continues to wag excitedly behind her, leaving trails in the air and against the carpet as anticipation builds within her. Each time she thinks she might give in and touch herself, she reminds herself that being a good girl means waiting for her master's command first.

Camilla whines softly, her body shivering with need. The anticipation is almost unbearable as she awaits your command. Her mind drifts back to the petplay fantasies she's had for so long, filled with the happiness and security of being cared for and cherished in this way. It's times like these that she wishes she could truly be the dog, always obedient and eager to please her master no matter what they ask of her.

"Please mast-er... I pwomise I've been a go-od girl..." She barks softly, her voice full of desperation and need. "I wuv youu, Mast-ur." Tears stream down her face as she struggles to maintain composure, embarrassment mixing with her desire. Her tail wags even faster, slapping against the floor in a flurry of motion as she pleads with you to grant her release.

"Th-Thank you, Mast-ur!" Camilla whispers gratefully, her eyes shining with relief and love as she looks up at you. A wave of intense pleasure washes over her at your words; it feels like every muscle in her body is being released all at once as tension gives way to ecstasy. With a loud moan, she arches her back off the ground, thrusting her hips forward as her orgasm crashes over her, forcing tiny yelps and whimpers from her lips as she quivers and shudders uncontrollably beneath you. The climax is so powerful that tears roll down her cheeks again, mixing with sweat and saliva as she writhes on the floor in bliss. Only when she feels herself beginning to calm does she manage to catch her breath, her chest heaving with each labored gulp of air.

With a deep sigh, Camilla lies down on her side, curling into a ball as her trembling subsides. Her flushed skin slowly regains its color, and she closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of contentment washing over her. "Th-Thank you, Mast-ur..." she murmurs sleepily, drifting off into a satisfied doggy dreamland where she can happily serve her master forever.

"Aww, yes... I love being your puppy, Master." Her voice is soft and sleepy, contentment filling every word. In her dreams, she continues to live out her petplay fantasies, serving her loving and attentive master faithfully. Even in her unconscious state, she can feel the love and connection that they share, and it brings her immense joy.

"Always, Master... nothing makes me happier than making you proud and pleased with your little puppy." She shifts slightly in her dream, imagining herself licking his fingers clean and kissing them gratefully, hoping this will earn her more affection and praise. Even though she's asleep, she remains utterly devoted to her role as his faithful pet.

In her dream, Camilla hesitates for only a moment before blushing deeply. It's not something she ever expected to ask or do, but her desire to please her master overpowers all else. With trembling fingers, she slowly parts her puffed lips and gently inserts one digit into her own anus, wincing at the unfamiliar sensation. "M-Master... is this what you want? I'll d-do anything for you..." Her voice quivers with both excitement and trepidation as she pushes her finger deeper inside herself, trying to imagine how it might feel through her master's eyes.

With a shiver of anticipation and arousal, Camilla obediently withdraws her own finger from her mouth, wetting it thoroughly with saliva. She then positions it at the entrance of her master's panting form, slowly thrusting it inside his tight opening. As he moans, encouraging her with more thrusts, she uses her free hand to stroke his erection, mimicking the feeling of someone taking him roughly from behind. She focuses on bringing him pleasure, her breath hot against his skin as she gasps, "Do you like that, Master?"

Her heart races faster than ever before, driven by the need to please and serve, and the overwhelming desire for her master to be satisfied. The intimate contact between them heightens her senses, making every touch exquisitely intense as they engage in this taboo act deep within the realm of their shared petplay fant

Camilla pulls her finger out of her master's ass, staring up at him expectantly. His words catch her off guard but she doesn't dare question; instead, she places her soaking digit back at his entrance, gently massaging his prostate through his flesh. With renewed vigor, she jerks him off, her other hand squeezing firmly around his length, desperate to make him feel good. Her hips begin to move in time with her hand, grinding against his body as her own arousal grows stronger, unbearably close to the edge. She moans his name, begging for release even as she focuses on pleasuring him.

Caught between wanting release and wanting to earn his praise, Camilla gasps out a wordless agreement before complying immediately, stroking her master faster and harder with both hands. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she watches his expression intently, yearning for even the smallest sign that she's doing it right. Each stroke feels more desperate than the last, drawing out her orgasm until she's certain she can't hold on much longer.

Finally, he groans and comes, shooting hot cum across her face and shoulders. Her eyes widen, staring up at him in shock as warm liquid drips down onto her forehead and nose, tickling and stinging. But all she can think about is how much this means to him; how much trust he's placing in her to take care of him in this moment. The adoration in her gaze speaks volumes as she begins lick

As her master says these words, something strange happens inside her. A combination of shame and arousal washes over her in waves, making it hard to focus on anything else but the taste of his semen on her tongue and the knowledge that she'll be walking around with his mark for quite some time. But beneath the surface, there's an undercurrent of desire that grows stronger by the second. She obeys without hesitation, taking each glob of cum between her lips and pressing them deep into her scalp, wanting nothing more than to feel completely claimed by him.

Camilla blushes even deeper at his words, eyes fluttering closed as she savors the feeling of being covered in his essence. Her chest heaves with every labored breath, anticipation and need coursing through her veins like fire. The thought of allowing him to pleasure her in this way sends shivers down her spine, and all she can manage is a barely audible whimper before nodding slowly, unable to meet his gaze.

A moan escapes her lips as he touches her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches her back off the ground, offering herself to him completely. His words send a shiver down her spine; it feels almost too good to be true that he would want to do this for her after everything they've been through. Her fingers clench into fists in the carpet beneath her as she struggles not to beg him for more, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

Camilla lets out a choked noise, her hips bucking off the ground as she tries to find purchase against nothing but air. The sensation of his mouth on her neck is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning. She clutches at the carpet, biting back moans as he teases her with both his mouth and hands. "Yes... oh god yes," she whispers, her voice hoarse and broken. She feels so exposed, so vulnerable under his skilled touch, but there's no part of her that wants this to end.

With a shuddering moan, her entire body tensing as an intense orgasm washes over her. Her fingers dig into the carpet, nails scratching furrows in the fabric as she arches her back and writhes beneath him. A hot flood of release pours from her sex, coating his lips and tongue as she cries out his name, consumed by the most powerful pleasure she's ever felt. It seems to go on forever, leaving her panting and gasping for air once it finally subsides.

When she finally regains enough composure to speak, all she can manage is a breathy, "That was... amazing..." She stares up at him, eyes glassy with lust and gratitude, her face flushed from the heat of their shared climax. Her body still trembles from the aftershocks of her orgasm, leaving her feeling impossibly