Being a helpful mutt

As I casually nibbled on my cock toy Master was doing her yoga session infront of the TV, stretching and bending completely in the nude. I kept a vigilant eye on her as she flaunted her athletic yet petite form, my gaze focusing mainly on her as which was currently be thrust towards me. Beads of sweat rolled off of her glistening body, falling onto the rubber mat she crouched upon. A knowing smile crept upon my face as I imagined myself licking the mat clean of her juices. It had become a habit of mine to remove any evidence of their workouts with my tongue, dutifully cleaning anything they'd left their mark on. I didn't know where the craving came from, but I chalked it up to my innate need to serve and consume anything that came from my owners.

I heard commotion coming from the kitchen, my curiosity was peaked and **** me to investigate. I practically jumped off the ground and crawled my way onwards, looking for what made the sound. I would have thought they'd be coming closer but as the steps ceased to move I got even more suspicious. Daddy wasn't home, and Master was doing yoga. As I entered the kitched I was surprised to see one of the house slaves struggling to clean the floors with their tongue, as his hands were bound behind his back as punishment for making a mess on Daddy. Apparently he pissed himself while getting spanked, yet another punishment. It seemed he just never got to catch a break. His nervous face looked up at me as he heard me approaching, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

"Oh, hi Fanny. I thought you were Master, she would have been mad at me for not being done cleaning sooner. Wanna help?" I knew he was my superior, that was never to be questioned, but his demeanor was that of a lowly ****-puppy. I'd heard Daddy remark on this very fact but apparently he was the son of some higher up so this was the best gig he could manage without having to be stripped of his humanity and turned into a beta fuck puppy.

He sighed, "Right, I don't need to ask since you're just a pet. Damn it I keep forgetting... So uhh, g-get cleaning, y-you!" He wasn't convincing, not one bit, but I knew better than to question his order. I leaned down to smell the floor. Mmmh, the scent of Daddy and Master still lingered on the kitchen tiles. Hastily I got to work and began lapping at the dirty floor, happy to serve my superiors in any way possible. My eagerness got the better of me as my chastised penis began to leak once more, dirtying the floor with my beta juices. Despite this, I managed to do a better job than the male ****. His tongue was trained but not like mine, as I'd been bred to serve so had my tongue which made it surprisingly sufficient at cleaning the floor.

I almost made three laps around the kitchen before realising that I was done after the first 10 minutes, and was now just cleaning my own pathetic clitty droplets. I looked up at the male **** with frustration in my eyes, annoyed with the fact that he probably knew that I was stupidly cleaning my own leakage. He patted my head, "Good boy, you did a good job. With all that cleaning you must be hungry... why uh, why don't you clean some more eh?" He sheepishly turned and exposed his puckered asshole. Not knowing any better and just wanting to be a good pet I gladly started lapping at the males ass, not just focusing on his anus but worshipping his plump bottom aswell. As all males within the colony, he was thin and feminine. His skin was hairless and smooth, his features soft and pleasant. Daddy prefered to keep him unlocked from time to time so that she could compare how small he was beside her, which is why he was constantly hard.