Domesticated

"Oh, I know!" Emily exclaims. She looks positively delightful in a nefarious way. She walks to the counter and picks up a phone. You can't tell from your angle but you're sure it's yours, as you hear the clacking if keyboards.

With a smug expression, she all but trots back over, sneering at you momentarily before smiling at Jack.

"Baby,"she pouts. "I need to get some dick. Not yours, well yours too, but someone else's. It will be the sweetest ****."

You're perplexed, even as you afire how Jack's muscles roll with even the slightest shoulder shrug.

"What're you talking about? Who did you text?" You could only think of two people she could mean or cousin Andy or Mark, the closest thing you have to a male best friend. Maybe as a stretch she'd go for your dad, but you don't think she'd risk that.

Emily decides to ignore you, still watching you Jack. "Please get the puppy ready from presentation."

Jack smiles gleefully, obviously picking up on some hidden meaning. Finally, as Jack leaves, Emily pulls up a barstool and takes a seat, watching you.

"Look, Em-".

"Silence!"

You're shocked into compliance, and merely sit on the floor with your hands on your thighs and your legs folded up under you, like a servant before her master.

After sometimes, Jack returns with a leash and collar set, a paintbrush, and some brown paint in a small tube. You almost miss the fuzzy black dog ears he has under his arm.

Suddenly, you know exactly what they plan on doing. Well, mostly. You still have no idea who Emily texted.

She began to protest but Emily cuts you off.

"Be a good little girl and I'll let you suck Jack's fuckstick again." They both laugh at your expense, but Emily's laugh is cold, harsh, and hollow. She's really pissed.

You obediently sit still, trying to hide the fact that you're still wet after all of this, while Jack paints your face. Instead of kneeling to look at you level, he has you lean your head back to look up at him.

His cock rolls around your face, over your lips, your eyes, everywhere. You decide you love how it smells, despite it having just been in your ass not too long ago.

When he's done, he adds the dog ears, and then steps around and puts on your collar and leash. It seems completely natural to call it "yours."

You feel his hand land on you shoulder softly, before he pushes you forward. The action causes your ass cheeks to spread and all to late you realize that you missed a crucial part of this get up.

Something cold and hard pushes into your anal cavity, which still hadn't closed completely from when Jack's monster was in it. Something soft swishes against by he soles of your feet. Looking over your shoulder, you see it.

A little shaggy black tail.

You open your mouth to speak, but the doorbell rings. Emily gets up from her seat and heads over to answer it. You note that she's still naked.