The life of a pampered pet.

Life couldn't be better as the bottom bitch of your owner's growing kennel. You don't have to go to all those boring classes anymore, because doggies don't need to learn anything but how to obey their master and to hold their potty until it's time for their walkies. Your future is secure with all the money your person began charging people to watch bois try to prove themselves against her canine cuties.

The other gurls hate you because you're Daisy's favorite, and because you're always the first one would be studs pick to prove their prowess on by pounding your pussy in front of an eagerly awaiting audience. The crowd loves watching a rare blushing boi prove himself a stud by making you melt around their cock, then fuck their way through the rest of your faggot fido family. The only thing that excites them more, is seeing the wannabe stud spurt too soon, shifting and softening and sissyfying inside you as your fellow sissy bitches form a line of panting puppies, pulsing, and pumping one behind another, in an ever shifting pegging order. Well, ever shifting except for the very bottomest bitch...that's always you.

Your sissy sisters sneer at you, spit on you, and take every chance they can to punish you for being such a pathetic puppy. They think the reason you don't tell your doggy mommy that everytime she leaves you alone, all your futa failure family members feed you their fuckmeat in both your hungry holes, is because you are so scared of them. In reality, you don't tell her because you are worried she might make them stop 'punishing' you. They'll never understand, how could they? They hang onto the scraps of their humanity like a dog with a bone, but you have a secret that keeps you happier and hornier and heavenlier than they could ever know.

The real secret to happiness is to bury your humanity entirely. Pets don't have to feel regret, or worry about how they've thrown their life away. Pets don't hold grudges...pets don't mind if the play gets rough...pets just want attention. And you get oodles of attention, hard, hateful hounds hot and hurting, humping you for what feels like forever, but it always feels like an eternity for a dog when her owner is out.

"Aww. Look at my bestest little baby waiting at the door for her doggy mommy." Another day, just like any other, your person is home and ready to shower you with attention. The other gurls grumbling and glowering and waiting for the next chance they have to punish you. In the meantime, you bask in Daisy's every pet and nuzzle, melting in her arms and on her lap, and especially around her sissy shaft.

Every day...just like the last give or take a sissy stick or stud shaft or two...every day pretty...and pampered...and perfect...and it will be, every day until...