After the Show

The ride home from Mr. Kane’s private exhibition was quiet.

You sat in the back of the luxury car, still completely naked, body covered in drying dog cum, milk, and sweat. Your heavy DDD breasts ached from being sucked and squeezed so much during the show. Your long pink hair was messy and matted. The little bell on your tongue jingled softly with every exhausted breath.

Dorothy sat beside you, one arm wrapped around your shoulders, gently stroking your hair.

“You were incredible tonight,” she whispered, pride clear in her voice. “Competing against real dogs… and winning the audience vote. My perfect little bitch wife.”

When you arrived home, Dorothy didn’t take you straight to bed.

Instead, she led you to the large master bathroom. She turned on the warm shower and carefully washed every inch of your body herself — cleaning the cum from your face, hair, breasts, and between your legs. She was surprisingly gentle, massaging your sore breasts and kissing the bite marks left by the dogs.

After drying you off, she carried you to the bedroom and laid you down on the silk sheets.

She climbed on top of you, sliding her thick cock slowly into your well-used, still-loose ass. This time, she fucked you slowly and lovingly, looking into your eyes the entire time.

“You have no idea how proud I am of you,” she murmured between deep thrusts. “You let yourself be displayed like a real pet in front of all those powerful people. You let them see what a perfect, obedient wife I have.”

She leaned down and sucked hard on one of your leaking nipples, drinking your warm milk while continuing to fuck you.

“I’m going to reward you properly for tonight.”

Dorothy fucked you for a long time — slow, deep, and possessive. She made you cum twice just from her cock and breast stimulation, your body trembling beneath her as milk leaked everywhere.

When she finally came, she filled you with a thick, hot load, then stayed inside you, holding you close.

“From now on,” she whispered against your lips, “we’re going to do more of these private exhibitions. I want the elite to see my beautiful pink-haired wife being used like the prize she is.”

She gently played with the heart charms on your caged clitty.

“But for now… rest, my love. You earned it.”

Dorothy kept you in her arms the entire night, cock still buried inside you, gently kissing your collar and stroking your long pink hair.

You fell asleep to the sound of her heartbeat and the soft jingle of the bell on your tongue.