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To your horror you see both of her roommates in the kitchen as you are lead out, with audible gasps and woos of glee. They all start talking a mile a minute about you, but clearly not to you.

“OMG you didn’t! Damn I am impressed, having your boy as your literal bitch!” Commented Lana, the tiny green haired one.

“Wow that’s so cool! What happened last night? How’d you get him so well behaved?” Asked Cassy, the heavily pierced and tattooed girl.

Demonica proceeded to tell the tale, mentioning both how proud she was of your submissiveness while also throwing terms like pathetic, bitch, and puppy around. You simple hide your face in her leg, massively aroused by the humiliation even as you hate it, and the pain the denial of a Hard on brings. She eventually gets to the present, saying “now is just time for some training to make him the best puppy ever. But he doesn’t need much, he’s already a good boy. Who’s a good boy?” She asks you. Embarrassed but eager to please, you bark, looking up at her. “Good boy! Roll over!” You roll over, and she proceeds to scratch your belly with the bottom of her shoes.

The other girls get in on this, treating you like a beloved animal, scratching and praising you. You feel overwhelmed by the praise and attention, falling further into the puppy mindspace of simply animalistically enjoying the touches.

“Hmm I thing such a good boy deserves a reward! You want that puppy? A reward?” You bark from your back, wiggling excitedly.