The Puppy's Life by George Mason

Author:George Mason
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-08-26T04:00:00+00:00

The diner is served

Next morning, I had been woken up by a delicious odor of my Owner’s leg brought to my mouth.

“Common, fluffy. Lick it up. I have to leave to college,” she was telling me.

I licked like crazy. My mouth was going back and forth from toes to heel. My tongue and my lips worked together to cover as much space as possible. Nothing mattered more to me than to wash out her foot from any resemblance of dirt. She switched her legs after my effort deemed satisfactory. Abruptly my ecstasy had come to an end.

“I have to go. Here is your food and drink. Everything else you will find under a carpet. You can use your hands while in cage. Be a good boy and don’t disappoint me.”

With that, she put 2 bowls of water and kibble and left. The idea of being abandoned until the evening was driving me nuts. Puzzled by my poor, stranded position, I tried to lift the carpet and see what was left there for me. In the small, well-conceived hole, I found a funnel, a pair of very dirty socks, and a bottle of mouth wash. In addition, a pipe opening was seen at the bottom of a hole. Once again, I was surprised by a level of detail my Ex had planned everything.

I put a funnel inside the pipe and did my needs there. Next was socks’ turn. The very idea of them being worn by my Mistress, was met with shivers along my body. I took one sock inside my mouth and started washing it. I was imagining myself being a washing machine, going through the cycles. First, I presoaked the sock with my tongue. That took care of large crumbs. Next, I watered the sock with my saliva and started spinning it around with my tongue. Finally, I started to suck the sock in order to dry it. Suddenly, I found myself in a need for such a humiliation as another proof for my submission. Another sock had followed the fate of its brother. At the end, I was staring with pride on two clean socks being dried out on the edge of my cage. As my mouth was itching and smelling, I cleansed it with mouth wash.

Not knowing what else to do, I allowed myself a nap, and fell asleep.

I heard my Mistress opening the door and that waked me up. I was greeted with the approving smile and her divine hand scratching under my ears.

“Look on you, fluffy. You are very clever dog. You did all your chores, and I am very pleased with you.”

It sounded like a music to my ears. I was led to the backyard, where my Mistress started to play “Fetch” with me again. It seems, she was really determined to train me to be a better retriever than Missy. She also had started timing me. Whenever my performance hasn’t been satisfactory, I was punished with a whip. My poor ass was covered with bruises, but I kept bringing the bone over and over, in order to make my beautiful Owner happy.

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