Treated Like a Pet

As Jimmy headed upstairs, your parents turned their attention to you. Your mother, still smiling, reached out to pet you on the head, just as she would a real animal. "Isn't she cute, dear?" she cooed to your father, who nodded in agreement.

Your father, still seated on the couch, gestured to the floor in front of him. "Come here, Amber," he said, his voice firm but gentle.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but then you crawled forward, your leather mittens making soft creaking sounds as you moved. As you approached your father, he reached out to scratch behind your ears, just as he would a dog. "Who's a good girl?" He says as he continues to pet you. You start to feel yourself getting wet. "Are you good girl?" He asks starting to explore your body.

As your father's fingers scratched behind your ears, you felt a surge of pleasure wash over you. His touch was gentle, yet firm, and it sent shivers down your spine. You leaned into his hand, enjoying the sensation, and he took it as a sign to continue. His fingers trailed down your neck, and he began to explore your body, his touch sending sparks of electricity through your skin. You felt yourself getting wetter, and you couldn't help but let out a muffled moan through the ball gag. Your father's eyes lit up with excitement as he realized the effect he was having on you. "Are you gonna be a good pet for the family?" He asked with enthusiasm.

You moaned in agreement, the sound muffled by the ball gag. Your father's fingers continued to explore your body. A part of you knew this was wrong but the other part of you wanted to be a good girl and the pleasure that came with it. You felt yourself getting wetter, and your hips began to move involuntarily, seeking more of his touch.

Your mother watched the scene unfold, a look of awe on her face as she watched with a warm smile on her face. Your father continued with his fingers moving with a gentle yet firm touch. You felt like you were melting into his hands, your body surrendering to his will. You felt something building inside of you.