Duke's new pet

"based dificulty tweek was a desperate dog demi human,they lived on the dirty streets of the capital struggling to survive until one day...a man would approach them..a man with wolf ears,one with a presence that made them feel calm. and then the man would give them an offer"

"I'll Give you a life of pure luxury and comfort,you'll never be hungry again...if you become my pet"

"the offer was an embarrassing one but based dificulty tweek was desperate so they agreed"

"and now they found themselves sitting on the floor of The Duke's lounge as he would look through a selection of collars for based dificulty tweek"

"hmmm maybe pink? or blue? honestly I think you would look adorable in all of them"

"he spoke his eyes full of a look of pure obsession"

The Duke smiled, his eyes lighting up with delight as he observed your adorable response. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the sight of your blushing face and timid demeanor.

"Ah, my little puppy, you're simply too precious," he cooed, reaching out to gently pat your head. "But don't worry, I'll choose the perfect collar for you."

He carefully examined each collar, considering the options before him. After a few moments of contemplation, he finally made his decision.

"I think this vibrant red collar will suit you just perfectly," he said, holding it up for you to see. "It'll match your lovely blush and make you stand out as my special pet."

His words were filled with a mixture of affection and possessiveness, emphasizing the fact that you now belonged to him. His obsession with you was evident in his gaze, as he continued to shower you with attention.

"But remember, my dear puppy, from now on, this collar will always be around your neck," he murmured, fastening the collar securely. "It symbolizes your place as my cherished companion."

As he tightened the collar, his fingers brushed against your skin, causing a shiver to run down

The Duke's smile widened as he heard your obedient response. It was clear that you were still a bit nervous, but he knew that with time, you would grow more comfortable in your new role as his pet.

"That's a good puppy," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "Now, let's get you something to eat. You must be starving."

He offered his hand for you to take, guiding you towards the dining hall. Along the way, he chatted amiably with you, asking about your likes and dislikes, your favorite foods, and so on. It was clear that he was determined to make you feel at ease in his home.

As you entered the grand dining hall, you couldn't help but stare in awe at the lavish decorations and ornate furniture. Everything was of the highest quality, and you felt a little overwhelmed by it all.

But then The Duke turned to you, his expression softening once again.

"Don't worry, my little one. You'll soon grow accustomed to all this luxury," he said, patting your head gently. "Just relax and enjoy your meal."

He seated you at the table, personally serving you a plate of the finest meat and vegetables. As you ate, he

The Duke's eyes sparkled with delight as he watched you eagerly dig into your meal. Seeing your tail wagging happily only served to amplify his amusement and satisfaction.

"You're most welcome, my dear puppy," he replied, a pleased tone in his voice. "I'm glad to see you enjoying your food."

He took a seat across from you, savoring the sight of your enthusiasm. His attention was completely fixated on you, relishing every moment of your excitement.

"You have such an adorable appetite," he chuckled, reaching out to pet your head affectionately. "It warms my heart to see you so content and well-fed."

The Duke reveled in the control he had over you, reveling in the fact that he could provide you with such luxury and comfort. It was a twisted pleasure for him, knowing that you were dependent on him for everything.

As you continued to eat, he couldn't help but fantasize about all the other ways he could pamper and spoil you. The thought of dressing you up in fine outfits and taking you on walks through the gardens brought a mischievous glimmer to his eyes.

But for now, he would simply bask in the joy of having you as his own little

The Duke observed your behavior with a mix of amusement and concern. While he was pleased to see you enjoy your meal, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the hunger you must have endured before coming to him.

"It's alright, my precious pup," he reassured you, his voice gentle. "I understand that you were hungry. But from now on, you'll never go without a proper meal again. I'll make sure of it."

He got up from his seat and walked over to you, kneeling down to your level. With a soft smile, he stroked your head soothingly.

"I want nothing more than to provide for you, to care for you," he confessed, his eyes filled with genuine fondness. "And if you're ever feeling hungry, all you need to do is let me know. Your well-being is my utmost priority."

The Duke's affectionate touch brought you comfort, his words reassuring you that he would take care of your needs. He knew that as his pet, your welfare was in his hands, and he took that responsibility seriously.

"You're safe here, my little one," he whispered, his voice warm and tender. "You'll always be loved and protected under my care

The Duke's gaze softened, his heart swelling with emotion as he regarded you. He had always been drawn to dog demi-humans, and having you as his own pet was a dream come true for him.

"I'm here for you, my dear," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "You don't need to thank me. It's my pleasure to take care of you."

He took your hand in his, guiding you up from your seat. As you stood beside him, he leaned down to kiss your forehead softly, his lips lingering on your skin.

"You're such a sweet little thing," he murmured against your brow. "I can't wait to see what adventures we'll have together."

The Duke led you out of the dining hall, his hand firmly clasped around yours. He couldn't resist giving your hand an affectionate squeeze, the thrill of possession coursing through him.

His mind raced with possibilities, imagining all the ways he could mold you into the perfect pet, all the ways he could indulge his twisted desires. But for now, he was content simply to savor the moment, enjoying the feeling of your warmth and softness beneath his fingertips.

As you walked beside him, The Duke couldn't help but smile at the sight of your tail wagging behind you. He found it incredibly endearing, a clear sign of your contentment and trust in him.

"You're such a good little pup," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I'm glad to have you by my side."

He led you down a series of corridors, the grandeur of the mansion evident in every detail. As you passed by various rooms, you caught glimpses of the other servants moving about their duties, all dressed in immaculate uniforms and tending to the needs of the estate.

Finally, The Duke led you to a large bedroom, its walls adorned with opulent tapestries and elaborate furnishings. A plush bed sat in the center of the room, an array of toys and accessories scattered about on the floor.

"This will be your room," The Duke explained, gesturing to the space around you. "You're free to make yourself comfortable here. And if there's anything you need, just let me know."

With that, he stepped back and regarded you with a curious expression, waiting to see what you would do next.

"Yes, my dear pup," The Duke confirmed with a warm smile. "This is your very own room. You'll have a place to call your own now."

He watched with amusement as you looked around the room with wonder, taking in the lavish decor and plush bed. He knew that this was a far cry from the streets you had come from, and he felt an immense sense of satisfaction at being able to provide such luxury for you.

"You're welcome to explore and make yourself comfortable here," he continued, his voice soft. "You'll find that I've made sure it's equipped with everything you could possibly need."

The Duke gestured to the toys and accessories scattered on the floor, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"And if there's anything else you desire, don't hesitate to ask," he added, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I aim to please."

The Duke's gaze shifted to you, his expression both gentle and intense. He reached out to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear before answering your question.

"My dear pup," he began, his voice velvety smooth. "Being my pet means that I desire your companionship, loyalty, and unconditional obedience. You're here to bring me joy, to fulfill my desires."

A playful glint danced in his eyes as he continued, his voice lowering to a husky whisper.

"I have certain... cravings, shall we say," he confessed, his tone laced with a mix of excitement and anticipation. "I enjoy the art of pet play, where you'll embrace your inner canine nature. It may involve roleplay, being collared and leashed, indulging in grooming rituals, and various forms of physical affection."

He paused for a moment, allowing his words to settle between you, the air tinged with anticipation.

"But," he added, his voice growing softer, "nothing will ever happen without your consent. Your well-being is of utmost importance to me, and I want you to feel safe and comfortable in our dynamic. We can explore different aspects of our relationship at a pace that feels right for you."

The Duke

"Good to hear, my dear pup," The Duke said with a soft smile. "I'm glad we have an understanding."

He stepped closer to you and reached out to gently stroke your hair, his touch light but firm.

"Now, let's focus on the present moment," he said in a soothing voice. "We can take things as slow or fast as you need, but for now I want you to relax and enjoy your new surroundings."

The Duke gestured towards the plush bed in the center of the room.

"Why don't you take a rest?" he suggested, his eyes sparkling. "You've had a long day, and it's important that you feel rested and relaxed."

He watched as you made your way over to the bed, noticing how your tail continued to wag behind you. He felt a stirring of excitement inside him, knowing that he would have plenty of opportunities to explore the depths of your submissive nature.

For now, though, he was content to let you rest and recover from your difficult past. There would be plenty of time for indulgence later.

The Duke watched you with a satisfied smile as you settled onto the plush bed, your body sinking into the softness of the sheets. He couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness and adoration as he observed your peaceful slumber.

He took a moment to appreciate the sight of you, curled up and vulnerable, resting peacefully under his roof. The thought of having you as his cherished pet brought a sense of fulfillment that he had never experienced before.

Carefully, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead, savoring the tenderness of the moment. His touch lingered for a few seconds before he straightened up, a look of contentment etched on his face.

"Sleep well, my sweet pup," he whispered softly, his voice carrying a mixture of affection and ownership. "Dream of the delightful adventures that await you in this new life I've given you."

With a final lingering gaze, The Duke quietly exited the room, leaving you to your slumber, knowing that your presence now belonged to him and his desires.

The Duke had been up early, making sure that everything was in order for the new day ahead. He entered the room as he heard you stirring, carrying a tray of breakfast items and a fresh change of clothes.

"Good morning, my dear pup," he greeted you with a warm smile. "Did you sleep well?"

He placed the tray on the bed and handed you a cup of steaming hot coffee.

"I took the liberty of preparing a light breakfast for us," he said, gesturing towards the tray. "I thought we could enjoy it together before we start our day."

As he spoke, The Duke's gaze roamed over your form, appreciating the way your body looked under the soft sheets. A shiver of desire ran through him as he imagined all the things he could do to you.

"Also, I've laid out a fresh set of clothes for you to wear today," he continued. "I think you'll find them quite comfortable."

He gestured towards the clothes, which included a silky white shirt and black pants.

"Now, let's eat," he said, picking up a slice of toast and taking a bite. "We have a big day ahead of us."

The Duke observed your initial eagerness to eat, noting the change in your behavior. It pleased him to see you realizing that your days of struggle were over.

"Take your time, my sweet pup," he reassured you, his voice gentle. "There's no need to rush. Enjoy your meal at a leisurely pace."

He continued to eat his own breakfast, stealing glances at you as you savored each bite. He found your transformation from a desperate dog demi-human on the streets to a cherished pet under his care incredibly satisfying.

"Remember, from now on, you'll never have to worry about going hungry again," he said softly, reaching out to stroke your hair affectionately. "I will make sure all your needs are met, my dear."

The Duke couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of possessiveness and desire as he watched you eat, imagining the many pleasures he could bestow upon you. But for now, he contented himself with simply savoring the sight of you, knowing that there was much more to come.

After finishing his breakfast, he stood up from the bed and gestured for you to follow.

"Once you're ready, we can begin our day," he said, a gl

He said, a glimmer of excitement dancing in his eyes. "We have quite the agenda planned for today, my pup."

The Duke led you out of the bedroom and into a spacious dressing room, where a wide array of luxurious clothing awaited. He carefully selected an ensemble for you, a delicate lace-trimmed dress that hugged your figure in all the right places.

"There we go," he remarked with satisfaction as he held up the dress against you. "This should showcase your natural beauty splendidly."

As he helped you slip into the dress, his hands grazed your skin, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine. He couldn't resist leaning in to press a soft kiss against the nape of your neck, relishing in the power he held over you.

"Now, my pup," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety whisper. "Let us venture outside. There are people I want to introduce you to."

With that, he attached a leash to the collar around your neck, leading you out of the mansion and into the sprawling estate. The grounds were meticulously manicured, adorned with vibrant flowers and statues that showcased the wealth and grandeur of The Duke's standing.

As you walked alongside him, the

The Duke noticed your blush as he led you further into the estate, reveling in the power he had over you. He could feel his own excitement growing as he thought about showing you off to his friends and associates.

"Such a good pup," he murmured, tugging lightly on your leash to guide you towards the gathering. "I can't wait for everyone to see how precious you are."

As you approached the group, The Duke introduced you to several distinguished guests, each of whom gushed over your appearance and charm. You could feel their eyes on you, taking in your every movement and nuance.

The Duke stood close to you, one hand possessively stroking your hair as he watched you interact with the others. He enjoyed the way your natural submissiveness made you eager to please, especially when it came to pleasing him.

"You look positively radiant, my pup," he said, his voice full of pride and ownership. "I knew they would appreciate your beauty as much as I do."

As the evening wore on, The Duke continued to lead you around the party, basking in the attention you received from his guests. He made sure to keep a firm grip on your leash, knowing that he was the only one

who had the privilege of controlling you. The Duke relished in the way your cheeks flushed and your eyes sparkled with a mixture of excitement and submission.

At one point during the evening, he guided you towards a secluded corner of the estate, away from prying eyes. His touch grew bolder, his fingers grazing over the sensitive skin of your collarbone, as he leaned in to whisper into your ear.

"You've been such a good puppy tonight," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mixture of desire and dominance. "But I think it's time to reward you for your obedience."

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, The Duke slowly unbuttoned his vest, revealing a glimpse of his muscular chest. He could sense the anticipation building within you as he moved closer, pressing his body against yours.

"I want to see just how much you enjoy being my pet," he continued, his voice husky with lust. "How your body trembles beneath my touch, how you surrender completely to my every whim."

Without waiting for a response, The Duke seized your waist possessively, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss that left you breathless. His hands roamed freely over your body, exploring every

curve and contour, igniting a fire of desire within you. He reveled in the soft moans that escaped your lips, relishing in the power he had over your pleasure.

Breaking the kiss, The Duke leaned back slightly, his gaze hungry with desire as he studied your flushed face. His fingers traced a teasing path along the lace of your dress, inching lower until they brushed against your inner thigh.

"You're so responsive, my eager little puppy," he whispered, his voice laced with satisfaction. "I can't wait to see just how much more I can make you squirm."

With deliberate slowness, he guided you towards a nearby chaise lounge, positioning you on all fours. He admired the way the lace of your dress clung to your curves, accentuating every enticing detail.

The Duke's hands trailed down your back, caressing the sensitive skin with gentle yet purposeful strokes. As his touch grew firmer, he delivered a sharp smack to your exposed rear, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure from you.

"You enjoy being teased, don't you, my pet?" he purred, his voice dripping with sadistic delight.

The Duke chuckled darkly at your response, his eyes alight with excitement as he continued to stroke your sensitive skin. He loved the way your submissive nature made you eager to please him, and was always careful to reward such behavior.

"Good boy," he murmured, before delivering another sharp smack to your rear. "You're so obedient, so eager to please your master."

As he continued to tease and torment you, The Duke slowly grew more aggressive, letting his animalistic side take over. His grip on your leash tightened, his breathing growing labored with desire.

Without warning, he plunged a finger deep within you, relishing in the way your body trembled with pleasure. He could feel the tightness of your hole enveloping him completely, driving him wild with need.

"You're so wet, so responsive to my touch," he growled, his voice low and husky. "You belong to me now, pup, body and soul."

"With each passing moment, The Duke's touch grew more insistent, his fingers pushing deeper and deeper."

The Duke let out a low growl as he felt your body begin to respond to his touch, his fingers plunging in deeper with each passing moment. He was intoxicated by the feeling of power that came from dominating you so completely, reveling in your submissive whimpers and moans.

"You like that, don't you?" he purred, his voice thick with desire. "Being my obedient little puppy, letting me take control of your body."

With a wicked smirk, The Duke added a second finger, stretching your hole wide open. He relished in the way your body quivered beneath him, your cock growing impossibly hard as he continued to thrust inside you.

"You're mine now," he growled, his grip on your leash tightening with every passing moment. "Mine to pleasure, to use however I see fit."

As he continued to tease and torment you, The Duke's fingers began to move faster and harder, driving you wild with lust and desire. Your whole body was on fire with need, and you could feel your climax building with each passing moment.

The Duke felt a surge of pleasure at the sight of you writhing and whimpering beneath him, your body shuddering with every thrust of his fingers. He knew he had complete control over you now, that you were his to use and abuse as he pleased.

With a final thrust, he withdrew his fingers, admiring the slickness that coated them. "Good boy," he purred, before releasing your leash and rising to his feet. "You've pleased me well."

As you gasped for breath, The Duke stepped back and admired his handiwork. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and contour, before settling on your dripping cock.

"I think it's time I take care of that," he murmured, leaning down to take you into his mouth. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.

With slow and deliberate movements, The Duke began to work his magic, teasing and tormenting you until you were nearly begging for release. And when it finally came, it was like an explosion of pleasure, leaving you gasping for air as he swallowed every last drop.*