I woke up in the life of a sex slave pet. I was living in the house of a master and I could only walk on all fours. My life was like a dog. When my master owner come home I’d get excited and crawl towards him and start humping his leg eagerly. And then he’d kick me to the ground and say bad boy for not controlling my very horny self.

I can’t remember what happened in between, but later when he sat on the couch, he invited me onto the couch with him and I leaped up eagerly. All of a sudden he was being all loving. He started stroking me and rubbing me all over, saying I’m the best pet. I was in so much pleasure.

But then, when I was so close to cumming, he stopped and I wiggled around in frustration and started humping him and all over the couch.

He yelled at me to control myself and put a leash on my balls that he would pull if I was out of line. And he made rules for me like I can’t be seen with my dick in front of me, I need to always tuck it behind my legs so I can’t see it to pleasure myself. But that also meant that my balls were always exposed from the back as i could only crawl, and he took advantage of that.

Eventually after a lot of desperately horny crawling around like this and being punished, he said, “okay my good boy let me help you” and he watched me teasingly as he put his hand out gently in an open fist and let me fuck it desperately until I came.

And I came so hard

And then I woke up.

And ever since I’ve been absolutely aching to be owned like this.

I’d love to talk on Snapchat with anyone who wants to. I need to be owned. I’m also very very horny all the time and long term is nice.