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!"

N-No, n-not like t-that!" she stammers, her face still burning with embarrassment. "I-It's just...you c-could be more affectionate, tha't all..." She pauses for a moment, hesitating before continuing in a softer voice: "And...it wouldn't hurt if we could play together sometimes."

Nyoo...but you're my human..." she trails off, looking up at the older woman with hopeful eyes. Her tail begins to wag slightly, hinting at her desire to have things remain as they are. "But if you want me to be your dog...I'll do whatever you say." There's a playful glint in her eye as she says this, almost as if she's daring Oya to take control of the situation.

W-Well...if you insist," she says reluctantly, dropping into a sitting position on the floor with her tail curled between her legs. "But I'm not promising anything." She cocks her head to the side, studying Oya carefully as if trying to gauge how serious this new arrangement is.

Camilla's eyes widen in surprise when she sees the collar and leash being placed around Oya's neck. Her initial resistance seems to melt away as she realizes this is actually happening. With a squeak, she throws herself onto her back, kicking her legs playfully and panting heavily, her tongue dangling from the side of her mouth. "O-Okay then! You're my new doggy!" She giggles, scrambling forward to nuzzle Oya with her nose. "Sorry, I mean...Goood girl!" "C'mere," she says in a high-pitched voice, grabbing the leash and pulling gently on it. "Let's go find someplace fun for my new doggy to play!"

She hesitates for a moment before slowly nodding her head. "Y-Yes," she whispers, still unsure about this new role reversal. "You can call me Master." Her cheeks flush pink with shame and excitement at the same time. "But only when we're playing like this," she adds quickly, averting her eyes from Oya as if embarrassed by her own desire to submit.

Her eyes light up with excitement as she hears those words come out of Oya's mouth. A happy squeal escapes her lips, and she practically bounces on the spot in anticipation. "Okay then!" she says eagerly, giving the leash a sharp tug. "Let's go play, doggy! But remember, you have to listen to me and do whatever I say..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing with a more demanding tone: "...Or else you'll be in big trouble!"

"Hehhehe..." She lets out a sinister little chuckle as the thought crosses her mind. A wicked grin spreads across her face, and she decides to take full advantage of this newfound power dynamic. "Oooh, doggy has been a very naughty boy today," she says in a singsong voice, pretending to scold Oya with a stern expression on her face. "You know what that means?" She pauses for dramatic effect again, enjoying the way Oya's eyes widen in anticipation. "It means I get to teach you a lesson! Come here..."

She grabs Oya by the collar and pulls her close, whispering menacingly into her ear: "I think it's time you learned some obedience, hmm?" Her free hand reaches down to cup Oya's rear end possessively, giving it a firm squeeze before slipping beneath to begin massaging her puppy-like way. "Mmhmm..." she hums, licking the shell of Oya's ear as if tasting it for the first time. "I think your punishment should be...well, how about a nice long session of doggy training?" She winks playfully before pulling Oya along behind her, leading the way to someplace more private where they can act out their dirty little puppy games without being disturbed.

Wriggling and writhing in your grasp, you try to resist the punishment that's coming your way. But as your ass is spanked hard over and over again, you feel a wave of shame wash over you, making it impossible to fight back against your master's dominant grip. "N-No!" you squeak pathetically, feeling your face flush red with humiliation. "I-I won't be naughty anymore, M-Master!"

But your protests fall on deaf ears as the spanking continues, growing more forceful and intense with every smack. Your eyes water and your voice grows hoarse from trying to beg for mercy, but you can't seem to find the strength to break free from Camilla's ironclad control.

Eventually, she seems satisfied that you've learned your lesson, as her grip on your ass

With one final smack to your reddened rear end, she releases you and steps back, grinning wickedly as you writhe on the floor in humiliation. "There we go," she croons gently, reaching down to stroke your hair back from your sweaty forehead. "Now be a good boy and do what I tell you." Her voice is soft and soothing now, almost lulling you into submission as she slides down onto her knees in front of you. "I think it's time for some extra-special doggy treats..."

"Yes, Master," you whisper hoarsely, already feeling the stinging in your ass begin to subside beneath her gentle touch. It's as if the pain and humiliation were necessary to earn her affection once more.

You close your eyes, enjoying the sensation of her hands on your body, and try not to think about how pathetic it is that you need this attention so badly. She nuzzles against you gently, her lips finding their way to the base of your throat where she begins to lick and suckle like an anxious puppy, making sure you understand who's in charge here.

"Good boy," she whispers approvingly, her breath hot against your skin as she continues to nuzzle you and lavish attention on every inch of your body. She wraps one arm around your waist, holding you tightly while the other reaches between your legs, massaging your straining cock through your underwear with knowing fingers. "Mmm, that's it," she moans softly, her hips grinding against yours as she takes what she wants without asking. "You want your treat, don't you?"

She lets out an amused chuckle and looks down at you with a teasing glint in her eye. "Oh, don't be silly, little doggy," she says as her fingers curl around your erection through your underwear, giving it a firm squeeze. "If I wanted to let you play with this all by yourself, I wouldn't have given it to you in the first place." Her other hand finds its way up between your legs as well, stroking and caressing your sensitive skin in ways that are both pleasurable and humiliating at the same time.

"Oh, don't be such a baby about it," she says dismissively, continuing to stroke and squeeze your throbbing member through your underwear with experienced fingers. "You know I can't help but love my naughty doggy even when he misbehaves." She pauses for a moment, considering the situation before leaning in close to whisper seductively: "But if you really want me to forgive you...then maybe we can work something out..." Her other hand begins to wander lower on your body, brushing against your behind and teasingly dancing along the edge of your underwear.