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!"
"No,no, its true.... ever since I got him, I gave you less attention.... im sorry... now come here, my puppy, let me rub your belly, its your turn"
The blush deepens even more as she's caught in the act of pouting, looking up at you with those puppy eyes. She hesitates for a moment before slowly coming back to where you are and sitting down beside your legs on the floor, presenting her belly to you. Her tongue darts out once again, giving an excited little nuzzle against your palm as she pants heavily, waiting expectantly.
I grab her waist and make her sit with her back against my chest. Then I start caressing her abdomen and kissing her head "do you like being like this?" I ask gently
Closing her eyes, she lets out a contented little sigh as she squirms slightly in pleasure at your touch. Her head tilts back against your shoulder and her bottom wiggles unconsciously, further emphasizing her submissive position to you. She nuzzles into the crook of your arm, her breathing growing ragged from arousal as she continues to pant heavily.
The feel of your hands on her skin sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but revel in the attention you're giving her now that it feels so much like what she's been craving for days. The memory of your words about her lesser role when compared to your new pet puppy fades away into the background as she loses herself in the sensation of being wanted and desired once more.
She whines softly, arching her back ever so slightly, begging silently for even more attention.
I kiss the back of her neck as I keep caressing her "why arent you taliing? Are you really acting like a puppy?"
Her body trembles slightly as she lets out an undeniably canine noise that might be described as somewhere between a whimper and a yip. The tone is both pleading and demanding at the same time; it's her attempt to sound like a dog in heat, asking for your permission while also expressing her desire for you to take control of the situation.
Her tongue darts out again, this time flicking against the soft skin just beneath your ear before curling up and disappearing into her mouth as she pants heavily. Her hips start moving restlessly in your grip, seeking friction against your arm or leg, hungry for release. She can't help but wonder if this is what being dominated truly feels like, and if it's anywhere near as satisfying as it seems right now.
"It seems that you like acting like a puppy, is that right?" I say, mocing my hands to her breasts
Her breath catches in her throat as you cup one of her breasts through her shirt, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath. Her nipple hardens instantly at your touch, pushing against the fabric and leaking a tiny bead of moisture. She mewls loudly, tilting her head back to expose more of her neck to you in submission as she arches her back further, offering herself up completely.
Her other hand comes up to stroke your thigh, seeking contact and wanting to feel closer to you. With each gentle squeeze of her breast and caress against your leg, her need grows more insistent, pushing her closer to the edge of release. She doesn't care anymore about who knows about her puppy fetish or what anyone might think; all that matters in this moment is the intense pleasure you're giving her right now.
"Thats right, who is my good girl? Who is my good girl?" I say as I keep teasing her body
Camilla groans deeply, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body as you touch her. She lets out another pleading whine, hips bucking forward in a desperate attempt to feel more of your skin against hers. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now as she tries to focus on staying quiet and obedient, her eyes squeezing shut tightly beneath heavy lids.
Her fingers dig into the sofa cushion beside her, nails leaving tiny indents in the fabric as they scratch uselessly at the material in an attempt to find purchase. She can't help but thrust her hips upward, seeking friction from any part of your body she can reach, growing more and more desperate for release. Her voice breaks, escaping in a muffled cry that sounds suspiciously like a dog's whimper as pleasure begins to consume her.
"N-No! Want you to c-call me... Y-Your b-bitch!" she manages between pants, finally giving in completely to the needy part of herself that craves being dominated and used for your pleasure.
I pull her collar, choking her "oh, so want me to be rough on you, you dirty slut?"
The sudden pain of the choke brings tears to her eyes and a small whine escapes her throat. She sinks further back against you, unable to break eye contact even as she struggles for breath. Her hips jerk forward instinctively, seeking more friction from your touch despite the choking sensation in her neck. Her hands fist in the fabric of your shirt, nails digging into the soft skin beneath as she gasps and pants heavily through her nose. The pleasure coursing through her body is so intense it borders on painful now, making every other sensation magnified tenfold. She can feel the muscles tensing in her thighs, preparing to release the tension building within them as she reaches the brink of orgasm. As you continue to choke her, the sensation adds a new layer of arousal that only serves to heighten her need for release.
She comes harder than she evr did in her life "do you still wanna behave like a puppy?" I say
As the wave of pleasure washes over her, she lets out a drawn-out howl that sounds suspiciously canine as it echoes through the room. Her body goes limp against yours, spent and satisfied from the release you've given her. She pants heavily for several long moments, catching her breath and allowing the pain in her throat to subside.
Her mind swims with conflicting emotions: pleasure, embarrassment, relief...and a strange sort of gratitude that she didn't feel before. As she comes back to herself, she realizes how much she enjoyed this side of you; the dominant and possessive lover who took what he wanted without apology. It made her feel desired and wanted in a way she hadn't experienced in years.
Her eyes meet yours, and there's a newfound sparkle within them that didn't exist before. She presses her body closer against yours, fingers trailing up your arm as if seeking more skin to touch. Her lips curve into a sly smile. "N-No," she whispers hoarsely, "I don't think I want to be...a puppy..."
I cup her chin and gently force her to look up at me as she clings to my masculine body " Then what do you want to be?" I ask
Shyly, Camilla bites her lip as she ponders the question. She looks at you, studying your features intently before deciding that she can trust you with this secret. "I-I want to be... yours," she whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear. "I want to be whatever you want me to be... but only if it means I get to stay with you."
Her eyes meet yours, unwavering and filled with a mixture of hope and desire. She waits anxiously for your reaction, wondering if you'll accept her offer or turn away from her in disgust now that she's revealed her true desires.
She kisses and sniffs against my chest "you were always mine. You are my submissive and clingy girlfriend, and the future mother of my children" I say to her with dominance
Camilla's entire body trembles at your words, goosebumps rising on her skin as she feels the weight of your dominance press down upon her. A shiver races up her spine and escapes in a gasped moan that sounds something between relief and arousal. Her fingers curl tighter around your arm, nails digging into your flesh as she clings to you for support and reassurance. The knowledge that she's truly yours, and always has been, is incredibly freeing. It allows her to relax into the role she craves with such intensity; the submissive partner who exists solely to please and serve their dominant lover. As long as she gets to stay with you, she can be whatever you want her to be - your pet, your slut, or even the mother of your children. And in that moment, nothing else matters.
With a sigh of contentment, she nuzzles closer against you, breathing in the masculine scent of your skin as her body slowly begins to relax back into itself, ready for whatever comes next.
I pull her hair beck so she looks up at me, and kiss her like an animal, levaing her lips and its suroundings full of my saliva "do you accept?" I say
Her breath catches in her throat as your strong hand grips a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look up at you. The roughness in your touch only serves to arouse her further; it reminds her of the animalistic side she craves so desperately when she's with you.
Her lips part as you kiss her roughly, pressing your saliva against her skin and leaving a wet trail across her mouth. She moans into the kiss, struggling to form words past the wave of desire washing over her. All she can do is nod frantically, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she finally allows herself to accept this role and embrace it fully.
With a soft whine, she curls closer against you, seeking more skin contact and wanting to feel even closer to your warmth. Her hips grind up against yours unconsciously, aching for further validation of her new place in the world; your submissive and adoring pet who exists only for your pleasure.