Chapter 20 #3
His meaty, veiny cock glistens at me surrounded by light blond curly hair.
I lick my lips and hold it as best as I can in my paws as I lick from base to tip over and over again before swirling my tongue around the underside of his head.
I lick up and down just under the sensitive tip like I’m lapping at milk with a flat tongue before raising fully onto my knees and taking him into my mouth.
I ease slowly down onto him, raising and lowering as I take in more of his cock until I eventually hit the back of my throat.
I raise my head up a little before forcing myself back down hard onto his cock and I hear him groan from above me.
Up and down I move, working my wet mouth along his cock, saliva pooling down my chin and at his base.
Every time his cock hits the back of my throat I feel his legs quiver some more.
I hear his cutlery placed back down onto his plate again as he focuses on his impending climax.
Knowing he is close, I move faster and try and go as low as I can without gagging too much when I feel his big hands move over my head and he holds me still impaled on his cock right up in my throat as I feel his cock throbbing his release down the back of my throat.
I feel his body shift in the seat as he arches his head back and groans, “Fucckkkk.”
When I feel his cock stop throbbing and his hands move away from holding my head in place, I lift off his cock and begin to lap up the last drops of come from his slit before lapping up all the saliva that has pooled at the base of his cock.
Once I finish, I nuzzle my head against his thighs to let him know I’m finished.
He understands my signal and tucks himself back into his jeans and does them back up.
“Such a good girl, Roxy, come out from under the table and sit next to me.” I wipe my glistening mouth and chin with my forearms and follow his instructions obediently crawling out from under the table and sitting on my back legs, panting with my tongue hanging out.
“That was perfect, my beautiful girl,” says Freddie as he lovingly strokes my hair.
He reaches from in front of him, lifts the top of a silver cover and below them are two dog food bowls.
One with what looks like chopped up food similar to what is on his plate and the other filled with water.
Freddie lowers them both to the floor in front of me.
“Good girl Roxy. Now eat.”
I eye the dishes and wonder how I am going to go about this.
I have no choice but to move back a little, lower down onto my elbows and forearms and put my head into the bowl.
The food smells delicious; it’s chopped up roast potatoes, roast chicken, vegetables and gravy.
I put my mouth over the food but there is no way I can get any into my mouth without sticking my nose in too.
So that is what I do. I lower my head, scoop out a mouthful of food with my tongue and sit back slightly to chew and swallow.
As I begin to get used to the fact that I’m eating directly with my face in the bowl, it occurs to me I can’t hear my master’s cutlery moving on his plate.
I sit back as I’m chewing and look up to see Freddie watching me, enjoying what he is watching.
Is it my total humiliation he is getting off from or the complete degradation of the situation?
I wonder. Even I am beginning to get off on the situation.
I return to my dinner, knowing full well how much food must be covering my face by now.
Once I have licked the bowl clean, I shuffle my body over and begin to lap at the water bowl.
It’s tricker but I manage to suck up the water instead.
Once I have finished my meal and water, I crawl closer to my master and nuzzle up at his leg with my head.
“Good girl Roxy, you ate all your food. You are such a good girl, let me see your face.”
I sit up on my heels with my hands bent in front of my chest like paws.
“You messy pup, you have food all around your face. I think it’s time to give you a bath.” And with that, he stands, picks up the leash from the table and fastens it back onto my collar and begins to lead me back out of the dining room.
This time Freddie leads me down the hallway and up the main stairs. I take my time and end up moving one step at a time climbing the steps. It’s been over 30 years since I climbed the stairs like this and I have no intention of making it a repeat occurrence in my future.
Crawling past the first two closed doors, Freddie shows me into a sprawling white bathroom with a huge tub sitting under a large window.
From my position on the floor, I can see out the window and up into the night sky.
I wonder what my ancestors in the stars would think looking down on me like this. I hope they’re watching someone else.
“Please use the toilet over there,” Freddie says and points to a white porcelain toilet to the right of the tub.
I blush but know I would feel better using it before I’m washed.
I crawl over to it and stand for the first time in over an hour.
I sit down trying to keep my tail out of the bowl and wish for my body to pee in front of this man.
I watch as he bends over the tub to put the plug in and turn on the taps.
The sound of the flowing water helps me to release my bladder.
It’s only when I finish do I realise I cannot grab the toilet roll to wipe myself.
I consider my options and decide to whine to grab Freddie’s attention.
He looks over and I look at him with my best puppy dog eyes and then at the toilet paper.
He smiles, understanding and walks over to me.
“Here you go my good girl,” he pulls a few squares off and folds them for me.
I am about to try and take it from him, when he says, “Up.” I do what he says and he pats me dry between my legs.
“Down girl.” My body reacts before my brain can keep up and I find myself back on my knees.
“Crawl over there by the base of the tub for me.”
I crawl to the position he has pointed to and sit back on my heels, panting with my tongue hanging out and my paws bent in front of my chest. He walks over to me, bends down and unfastens my collar.
Next, he takes off my ears. “Bend over on all fours, let’s remove your tail for the bath.
” I do as he says and gently he pulls at the base of the tail.
There is a slight stretch and burn before the plug releases from my arsehole.
I look over my shoulder to see him place it on a hand towel and carry it over to leave next to the sink.
I decide it’s best to stay in this position until he tells me otherwise, so I remain on all fours, holding my head up to watch as he moves back to the tub and touches the water filling inside.
Leaving the taps on, he says, “Sit,” and I sit back on my heels.
“Paws in front.” And I lift my paws out to him.
I watch as he unfastens them and then says, “Stand.” I do so and he pulls each knee pad down my legs and helps me to step out.
“Climb into the tub,” he instructs and I do just as he says.
I climb in and lower myself down—the water is hot but not burning.
The warm water coming up to my belly button.
Sitting down I wonder if I can lie down but decide to stay seated until given my next instructions.
It has been an incredibly long time since anyone gave me a bath.
I watch this curious red headed man and wonder what is going on in his head right now.
Freddie begins to undo the buttons on his shirt and take it off.
Underneath I see his incredible torso. A wide chest and strong shoulders, the muscles of a lumberjack.
What does he do when he is not paying someone to be his pet?
I wonder. Something very physical, that is for sure.
“Now let me clean that mucky face of yours,” he says as he lowers down onto his knees on the fluffy black and white striped bathmat.
Reaching for a washcloth he dips it into the water, squeezes it out and starts to dab at my face.
This gesture feels so intimate, my nipples pebble to tight peaks.
His face is so close to mine. I watch as he studies me closely to ensure my face is clean.
I take in his strong features, so many freckles all over his face, almost joining up to make his skin colour look more tanned then its original paleness.
His beard is trimmed but still long enough to call bushy, the colour a mix of red and blond.
Once he’s inspected my face thoroughly, his eyes meet mine and hold there.
He studies me, looking into my soul. I’m not sure what he sees but I see the lust cross over them, he smiles shyly at me and moves his head closer before tentatively pressing his lips to mine.
His lips are soft and feel just as pillowy as they look.
When he pulls back, my lips almost follow his.
He looks back into my eyes, seeking reassurance it was ok for him to kiss me.
I blush and smile back at him. That seems to be enough confirmation for him to lean back and press his lips back to mine, this time peeking out his tongue as I open my mouth to let him in.
Slowly his tongue finds mine and our kiss switches from curious to frantic in a breath.
Suddenly he’s deepening the kiss like he’s trying to breathe the air from my lungs and consume me whole.