Instantly, Arianna’s face burned. Her eyes widened with sha. She’d just barked. Actually barked like a dog.
But at the sa ti...
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...she felt incredibly aroused.
This was insane. She must have gone crazy. Unlike in dreams, in the real world this felt more real, more intense, more unbearable. Every word, every touch, every look—everything was a hundred tis stronger.
"Finally," I whispered, my smile widening. "Good dog."
My hand stroked her hair again, gently, affectionately—the affection of a master for his loyal pet.
And Arianna... Arianna felt a strange comfort in that stroke. Warmth spreading from her crown to her toes. Her pussy was wet, so wet, she was sure her underwear could no longer contain it.
Without being asked, without being commanded, her mouth opened.
I smiled. I brought my cock closer, and Arianna—obediently, with utter devotion—put it in her mouth.
This ti, no coughing, and no choking. She was ready. Her warm mouth wrapped around my shaft, her tongue moving, trying to find the right rhythm.
I stroked her hair continuously, gently, consistently.
"Good dog," I praised. "You learn fast."
That praise made Arianna’s heart race. Every ti she was humiliated, every ti she was treated like a dog, her heart raced faster. And every ti I praised her, she felt an explosion of pleasure in her chest.
She kept sucking. My large head filled her mouth, her tongue licked my shaft awkwardly but eagerly. Saliva began dripping again, wetting her chin, falling to the floor.
"Yes, like that," I murmured, my head tilting back slightly as I enjoyed the sensation. "You’re amazing, my dog."
Arianna’s eyes sparkled at that praise.
This man degraded her. Insulted her. Treated her like trash. But every praise from him felt like the most valuable gift in the world.
And she kept sucking. Faster. Deeper. With total devotion.
My head moved up and down in her mouth, sotis hitting her throat, sotis withdrawing almost completely. My right hand still stroked her hair, my left held her chain, controlling her movents slightly.
Wet sounds began to echo in that silent room.
Arianna didn’t know what was driving her. All this ti, she’d been the bully. The one who treated others like trash and pets. She was Ophelia Blazinger’s daughter, heir to the most revered Hunter family. The world was hers to dominate.
But now, kneeling on the cold changing room floor, with dog ears on her head and a collar around her neck, with this man’s cock in her mouth—she realized sothing terrifying.
This feeling of being controlled... this feeling of being humiliated... sohow made her body far more excited than anything she’d ever experienced.
Every ti the man before her stroked her hair, she shuddered with pleasure. Every ti he pulled her chain, she felt her pussy throb. Every word ’dog’ that left his mouth, every condescending look, every command—all of it made her wetter.
And this man before her... he was utterly shaless. Didn’t hesitate for a second to treat her like a dog. Like she truly deserved to be treated that way.
She rembered everything this terrifying man could do, especially his ability to stop ti and control people’s bodies and minds.
Arianna couldn’t fight him. Physically, psychologically, in every way.
She could only accept.
And from that, sohow, she felt freedom.
Freedom from the pressure to be perfect. Freedom from her mother’s shadow. Freedom from everyone’s expectations. Here, before this man, she didn’t need to be anything. She just needed to be an obedient dog.
And that... was incredibly relieving.
I pulled my hips back, withdrawing my cock from her mouth with a wet pop. Arianna gasped, saliva dripping down her chin, her hazy eyes staring up at .
"Good dog," I praised, stroking her hair again. "But you still need to learn."
Arianna looked at with a confused expression.
"I want you to act like a real dog," I said.
Her dazed face instantly changed. Her brow furrowed, eyes narrowing.
"What do you an ’act like a real dog’?" she asked suspiciously.
I smiled. "You know. Dogs kneel on all fours. Loll their tongues out. Wag their ass when they’re happy. Bark when commanded."
Arianna stared at with an expression sowhere between horror and disbelief.
"You’re insane," she said, her voice hoarse. "Completely insane. Crazy sex maniac. You think I’m going to crawl on this dirty floor like an actual dog?"
I didn’t answer. Just tugged her chain slightly.
The pull wasn’t hard, but enough to make her jolt forward.
"Careful," I said, my voice low. "Don’t forget who’s in control here. If you’re disobedient, I can punish you in ways you won’t like."
Arianna froze.
"I... I..."
"Obey," I said, still low. "Or I’ll make you walk naked like a dog in front of everyone, and they’ll all know the true form of Ophelia Blazinger’s daughter."
Arianna ground her teeth. Her eyes blazed with hatred.
She crouched.
Slowly, she bent her knees, lowering her body, until her hands touched the floor. Her slender fingers curled, bearing her weight. Her back arched, her ass lifting slightly.
And with an unbearably ashad expression, she lolled her tongue out.
"Woof," a small sound escaped her lips, barely audible.
I smiled in satisfaction.
"Good dog," I said, stroking her hair again. "You learn fast."
That praise made Arianna smile slightly, a smile she imdiately wiped away when she realized what she’d just done.
But I’d already seen it.
"However," I continued, "there’s one more thing."
Arianna looked at warily.
"Shouldn’t dogs not wear clothes?"
She froze. Her eyes widened.
"W-What?"
"You heard ," I said, still smiling. "Take off your clothes. All of them."
"YOU’RE INSANE!" she scread, but her voice trembled. "I won’t—"
"Good dogs obey," I interrupted, tugging her chain slightly. "Or do you want to be punished?"
Arianna fell silent. A battle raged on her face. Pride, dignity, anger—all warring against fear and... sothing else. Sothing that made her want to obey, to please this man, to hear his praise again.
Finally, with a long, trembling breath, she surrendered.
Her hands moved to her uniform. Her fingers undid the buttons one by one. Each button opened made her face redder. Her beautiful shoulders erged. Her sexy collarbone. Flat stomach with slight muscle definition from training.
The uniform fell to the floor.
Arianna now wore only her bra and panties. A black bra perfectly cupping her large breasts. White panties already wet in the center—so wet the fabric was transparent.
"Continue," I said.
Arianna bit her lip. Tears welled in her eyes. But her hands moved again, reaching behind, unhooking her bra.
The bra fell away, dropping to the floor.
Her breasts were fully exposed before . Two large mounds with pink nipples already hardened—from cold or arousal, maybe both. They swayed slightly as she moved, beautiful, perfect.
Arianna covered her chest with her hands, embarrassed. But I imdiately pulled her chain.
"Don’t cover," I said. "Dogs aren’t shy."
She lowered her hands, though reluctantly.
"The panties too," I commanded.
Arianna squeezed her thighs together. Her breathing was heavy. But she obeyed.
Her fingers hooked into her panties, pulling them down slowly. The wet fabric slid down her long legs, revealing her already soaking pussy. Her red pubic hair was wet with fluid that kept flowing.
She stood naked before , only dog ears on her head and a collar around her neck. Her body trembled with unbearable sha and arousal.
Her hands reflexively tried to cover her pussy, but I pulled her chain again.
"Don’t," I said. "Dogs don’t cover their bodies."
Arianna lowered her hands, though reluctantly. She stood there, naked, exposed, humiliated.
But her pussy kept leaking fluid.
"Co on," I said, "back to dog position."
She crouched again. Knees bent, hands on the floor, back arched. But this ti without clothes, the position was more... vulgar.
Her round, white ass lifted high, displaying her wet pussy from behind. Her large breasts hung down, nipples almost touching the floor. And with a deeply ashad expression, she lolled her tongue out again.
I gazed at her, thoroughly satisfied.
Arianna’s body was incredible. Her proportions were exactly like her mother’s, Ophelia Blazinger—probably genetic. Long, shapely legs, white as jade, not fat but solidly filled out. A sexy, slender waist curving perfectly to wide hips. Beautiful collarbone, long neck now adorned with a black collar and silver chain.
Her breasts were large—maybe D cup or more—with tempting pink nipples, now hanging due to her position. Her back curved beautifully, muscles faintly visible beneath her white skin.
And her face... that arrogant face that usually looked down on everyone, now lolled her tongue like a real dog, with a mixed expression of annoyance and sha. The black dog ears on her head added a strange cuteness.
My cock throbbed violently at the sight. It was fully erect, maybe larger than usual.
"You’re incredible," I praised sincerely. "Such a beautiful dog."
That praise hit Arianna like a wave. Her pussy released more fluid, dripping to the floor.
"Now," I said, "I want you to truly act like a dog."
Arianna looked at confused. "I... I’m already acting like a dog."
"Not completely," I said. "You know what dogs do? They crawl. They sniff. They wag their ass when happy. They lick their master. They bark."
Arianna froze.
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