Pet sitter

Even though Betty was having trouble thinking about something other than sex, she still wasn't ready to take the plunge completely and become a stripper.

"Like, I can be a pet sitter, sure Miz H."

A week later, Betty was not in the position she was expecting. When Megan Hastings mentioned her client was a 'pet sitter', that was directly from what her client had told her. He'd even gone into detail about what he did for the pets; fed them, watered them, exercised them. It seemed like a wholesome business that was simple enough that Betty could grasp the tasks.

What Betty had since found out, was that the 'pets' that her new boss took care of weren't animals, they were humans. Her new boss, or as she thought of him now, 'owner', had taken one look at her vapid expression and decided to make her his own pet.

Her first day, he'd told her to sign a contract that she didn't think to read. All she could think about was the large bulge in his jeans, and if she had a chance to see what might be inside. She found out soon enough.

She found herself naked and on her knees. Her memory was fuzzy, and all jumbled. It felt like looking at photographs where she didn't actually know what order they went in. She remembered having a sister, a job, pissing on the carpet and being popped on the nose for it, eating a steak dinner with a man she thought might be her husband. She couldn't put them in any kind of order or link them together, and by the time she did, she realized she'd forgotten her name.

"Bitsy! Come here girl!" A man's voice rang out.

Oh! That was her name! That's right! She bounded on all fours, bell on her collar jingling. It was the only clothing she wore. She couldn't clearly recall ever wearing anything else. It didn't occur to her that people wore clothes, dogs didn't, or any separation between the two. A sense of self was a foreign concept to her.

She bounded up to her owner and wagged her tail. "Who's a good girl? Who wants her bone?" he boomed. Bitsy sat up on her hind legs, hands out in front, draped on either side of her massive tits. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she panted without meaning to.

He undid his jeans and pulled his cock out of his pants. Her hungry mouth was on it, milking it and worshipping it for all she was worth. She wanted to be a Good Girl. That was all she thought about.

She bobbed up and down for a while before she felt his hot load enter her mouth. She swallowed it all, greedily.

"Good girl, good girl." he cooed. She was pleased she'd made him happy. She wagged her tail and followed after him as he went to watch the magic box with colors and sounds. She couldn't follow what was going on, but she liked it all the same. He had set up a doggie bed for her by the couch, and she snuggled up into it, content with her snack.

The End.