This dark place is nice and comfy (unaware)

Jack woke up in a familiar place, his sissy bitch boy doggy bed. Every pet boy had a doggy bed of some sort, he was glad his wasn't a cage. instead he knew it was a pink large soft cushion bed which his owner Kelly had under her desk in her bedroom. Jack wasn't the most cleaver of bitch boys but he was not dumb either, he knew and remembered better than to bump his head on the under side of the desk and besides being on all fours was the proper posture for a pet like him. He was trained not to jump up when excited and he was always such a good obedient boy. He would always do things his owner asked and had a good knowledge of her communication even though he wouldn't understand her since she didn't speak bitch boy dog language. Naturally he would also be able to make communications with Kelly he had been trained well for certain communications. An example of this was currently he had woken up and heard Kelly playing video games above him, the table had a covering on it like a blanket draped over to make the underneath of the desk his den or bed dark and naturally he woke up feeling a bit peckish. the proper communication was to make a hungry sexual moan to let Kelly know he was awake and this was easily achieved by a task conditioned into him. There was a large doggy dildo on the wall, as naturally as clock work he positioned himself to rear up against it, carefully and rather professionally sliding it around his backside, teasing his butthole and eventually slowly backing himself into it such that it impaled his pucker. Then he began to rut onto it, natural motions moving back and forward to have it slide in and out of his hole, pumping it as a boy would and feeling the sensations of it within casing him to make soft higher pitched moans. He continued to do this looking at the front of the desk blanket where there was a set of holes where small amount of light shone threw. There was something written above but he couldn't read, he was male a sissy bitch dog of course. He could hear his owner saying something, some human things, woman words, words of affirmation or something he recognised as sounds that reminded him of food. His mouth started to salivate in preparation as something tasty looking started to poke threw one of the holes in the blackout sheet. it was long and pink and looked like it would be tasty to suck and he was more than happy to stop his anal thrusting and pop of his doddy dildo to investigate. His mouth dripping with drool as he engulfed carefully the shaft and began to lick, taste and suck. His lips pursed around the object and comfortably containing it, his head bobbing up and down taking more in and then pulling back whilst it slowly thrust itself in and out a bit in a slow rhythm. Naturally whatever it was slowly and gradually started to go deeper into is mouth and slowly making its way to the back of his through. Of course this was a natural feeling he always loved his this thing tasted and that it was so long going down his through and also the fact that when it did subsequently something in his mouth began to balloon up such that his mouth comfortably locked onto it and his breathing switched to his nostrils. Still using his tongue to lick at the monstrous knot in his mouth he felt the best about of all the apart where he felt a lovely feeling of hot gooey liquid shoot threw the appendage as it shivered and shacked and the end of it coated his artophagous and pumped tasty food all down into his gullet, making him feel warm and fed. Naturally he was fed for a while and when the time came that the knot in his mouth decreased there was slow retraction of the phallic cylindrical feeding tube however its tip still stayed within his mouth for him to lick it clean before a sudden splutter of liquid burst forth into his mouth again. The taste was indescribably amazing and it felt like the best reward, for what he didn't know but he loved it, food was the best thing ever at least in his virgin doggy mind. His owner had been talking this whole time probably but he didn't know what she said at all and he didn't care much either. the feeding tube was gone and for a whilst there was only a few muffled sounds of things happening outside of his den. Eventually his owner flipped the blanked sheet up to reveal light outside, Jack made his way on all fours to the light and out into the room, only for his lovely owner to put a lead onto his neck collar with a click and say the word he loved best. "time for Walkies"