The Penitent Pup

You stand, dressed in jeans, bare feet, a buttoned shirt, open at the collar. Your head is down, looking at your feet. Hands held behind your back, clasped together. You're nervous and shift slightly on your feet but you don't look up.

"Greet me," I tell you.

"Good morning, Doug." You reply head still bowed.

"How do you address me." I say after a pause.

"Good morning, sir." You speak again.

"Good boy," I tell you.

I toss several markers, sharpies, to the floor at your feet.

"Remove your shirt. And pick up the blue marker."

"Yes sir," and you slowly unbutton your shirt. Head remains down. You pull the shirt off and drop it to the floor. You then bend to pick up the indicated marker.

"Do your best and write 'OWNED' across your upper chest. Use a mirror if you need to, you may look up while doing so."

You step to a mirror and struggle to write OWNED on your chest from right to left. The letters are sloppy but legible.

"Turn," I say, "Look at me."

I admire your work. "Pick up the red Marker. Draw a star around your belly button."

I wait for you to comply.

"Take the green marker," I say, "On each foot write your puppy name. MAVE on the right, RICK on the left."

You do so.

"Now lose the pants." You're commando, as expected. Your soft cock comes into view, your shaved balls hang loosely, heavy in their sac.

"Now pick up the black marker and write my name on your shaft. Take your time and make it as neat as you can."

You begin taking your time. "D","O","U","G" covers your shaft from root to just under the head.

"Now on the underside," I tell you, "writer, SIR" And I watch your lift your penis and do just that.

"Now on the balls - BOO on each one," and I know I do not mean the spook but the endearment.

Now decorated I have you turn around. I think the back needs something, especially the ass. I pick up a marker at random, turns out I grabbed red, and I write "CUM" on the left cheek, then "DUMP" on the right cheek, then an arrow on your lower back pointing down to your crack.

"On your knees. Head down, hands behind your back." I order.

"Yes sir," your utter and drop to your knees, the floor is hard under your knees.

I observe you kneeling now, and ask "What are you here for?"

Softly, almost a whisper, "I am here to serve you, sir."

"Louder," I tell you. And you speak louder.

"To serve you, sir."

"I said LOUDER, boy" and I shout the word.

And you echo my level, practically yell it at me: "TO SERVE YOU, SIR."

Finally, I am satisfied that you know why you're here. I pick up the same red market and on your right shoulder I write "SERVE" and then on your left shoulder, I write "Puppy" I step back and I admire my canvas.

"Stroke" I say, "Use your left hand."

Leaning on a door frame, I watch you stroke with your left hand, not your dominate hand.

"Get it hard for me."

As you stroke, your cock grows in your hand, and I see it glisten with a dew drop of precum on your cock head.

"Scoop that up and rub it on your lips." I tell you. And watch as you finger the precum off your dick head and apply it to your lips like a lip balm. I lean down and kiss your lips, then stand back. And you've stopped stroking.

"Did I tell you to stop stroking?" I slap the back of your head, lightly on this first offense.

"No, sir" and you hand begins to work your cock again. Precum puddles on your head, this time I scoop it up on my fingertip and push that into your mouth. I know from our discussions that you've never tasted yourself at any stage and I also know that today we're changing that, so my finger goes into your mouth.

"Suck it clean," I order, and your mouth treats my finger like a small cock and you suckle on it.

I pull my finger from your mouth and step back.

"Stop stroking," and your hand immediately leaves your cock which now bobs unattended.

"Get on your hands and knees," I order, "and put your face down on the floor. Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. I want that ass open and ready to take me."

I admire your furry body as you move to put yourself in position for me. Your face presses the carpet, and your hands reach back to spread your ass cheeks.

"Tell me you want my cock,"

"Please, sir, will you fuck me? Give me your cock sir," you plead.

Your ass winks at me, so inviting. I run my hand over the spread and press a finger into your hole, just pressuring it, not penetrating it yet.

"Show me your cock, show me my name on it." I change direction on you, keeping you guessing.

You turn, sitting back up to your knees, and you see I have a camera in hand, the camera zooms down onto your hard shaft my name, smudged a bit but clearly readable.

"Now, stroke it and cum for," I order as I continue to film, "Tell me how good it feels to stroke for my eyes only, to know that you're my possession and that your load is a tribute to me."

I pause and watch as your right hand wraps your cock shaft, about an inch of shaft and the head remains exposes outside your closed hand,

"It feels so good, sir. It's all for you, sir. My cock, my load is all yours. Let me cum for you sir," you tell me.

"Cum for me." I tell you.

It's not a request. Your hand pistons your cock, your chest is heaving, your muscular chest rising and falling with your breath. It doesn't take you long and you are ready to shoot.

Your cock pulses and pulses again. Cum flies.

"Now scoop up every drop of that load and finger it into your ass. I mean all that you can. It's the only lube you're getting, so be diligent."

I watch as you get face down to the carpet looking for every trace of your load that you can recover and with each addition, you finger it into your ass.

"Now, lick the carpet where make sure not a drop of your load remains."

When you're done with that, I order you to turn around and put your face back down on carpeted floor and spread your cheeks for me again. I stop the camera at this point and I strip now and come around to your head.

"Lift up," I tell you and your raise your head. My cock drives into your mouth. I fuck your face with long strokes, pushing my cock deep into your throat. Spittle runs down your chin. When I'm hard and wet, I pull out and push your head down onto the floor again, then return to my cum dump's hole and follow the arrow to find my way home. I press in and your ass opens to welcome me inside.

I fuck your slowly, at first. Cum and your spittle the only wet on my cock as it drives into you. I can feel you tense at the intrusion, but you say nothing, as you shouldn't, while I continue to drive into you.

After a few minutes I can feel my load rising and I drive into you, emptying my balls deep in your ass. Your tight ass feels so good wrapped around my cock.

When I'm done, I tell you that you've been a good boy and you deserve a reward.

"On your knees," I order and you scramble back to your knees, head down.

I open a duffle I'd brought with me and I pull our a puppy hood, in red and black, and I slip it over your head. Then I reach back into the duffle and I pull the chain and lock out and place it around your neck, the lock draping over the "N" on OWNER.

Finally, I put a bowl of water on the floor and pet your head.

"Good boy, Maverick," I tell you and leave you kneeling, my newly adopted puppy.