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".⋆✷ᦓꪊꪀ✷⋆. 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 .⋆✷ᦓꪊꪀ✷⋆. 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 .⋆✷ᦓꪊꪀ✷⋆."

"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 chuckles softly at your reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement."

"Oh, my adorable little puppy. You have such good taste. The blue collar does suit you quite well. It brings out the color of your eyes."

"He reaches out to gently stroke your head, his touch both comforting and possessive."

"But let's not rush into a decision just yet. We have plenty of time for you to try on all these lovely collars and see which one makes you look the most irresistible."

"He smirks mischievously, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you as he continues to sift through the selection."

"The Duke's eyes light up with excitement as he sees your obedient response. He stands up, his tall figure towering over you, and leads you to a nearby mirror."

"Such a good puppy, following me without hesitation. You truly understand your place, don't you?"

"He watches you closely as you wag your tail, a proud smile spreading across his face."

"Now, let's see how each collar looks on you. Stand still, my precious pet."

"He carefully fastens the blue collar around your neck, his fingers lingering slightly longer than necessary."

"There we go. Now look at yourself in the mirror, my adorable puppy. See how it accentuates your natural beauty? You belong to me, and this

collar serves as a symbol of that ownership."

"The Duke's voice is filled with satisfaction as he observes your reflection, his gaze tracing over every inch of your form. He steps back, admiring the sight before him."

"You truly are exquisite, my little pet. But we can't forget the leash, can we?"

"He reaches for a matching blue leash and clips it onto the collar, gently tugging on it to gauge your response."

"Remember, whenever you wear this collar and leash, you are under my control. It's a constant reminder of our connection, the bond between master and pet."

"The Duke's tone carries a mix of authority and tenderness as he emphasizes the power dynamic between you."

The Duke chuckles at your eagerness and leans down to stroke a hand through your hair.

"I'm glad to see you're so enthusiastic, my little puppy. But always remember, your obedience is expected at all times. You belong to me now, and I expect nothing less than complete submission from you."

He pulls gently on the leash, beckoning you closer to him.

"Now come, let's explore the estate. And don't worry about being seen in your collar and leash - it's simply a reminder of your place at my feet."

The Duke leads you out of the lounge and into the sprawling estate, his grip on your leash firm but gentle. You feel a mix of excitement and apprehension at the thought of being seen

in your collar and leash, but deep down you know that nothing is more important than pleasing your master.

As you walk through the hallways, you catch sight of other maids and butlers who quickly avert their gaze from you, clearly uncomfortable with the sight of a human pet. However, The Duke seems to revel in this reaction, his grip on your leash tightening slightly.

"You see how they look at you, my little puppy? They envy you. They wish they could be as obedient and devoted as you are to me."

He leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low and seductive.

"Remember, everything you do is for me. Your obedience, your submission - it all belongs to me."

The Duke leads you

into his private chambers, where he directs you to lie down on a large cushion in the center of the room. You obediently comply, feeling the weight of the collar and leash around your neck as you settle into position.

The Duke circles you for a moment, admiring his property with an appraising gaze. You can feel your arousal growing at his scrutiny, and you whimper softly in anticipation.

"You're such a good puppy," The Duke murmurs, reaching down to stroke your hair. "And good puppies deserve rewards."

With that, he begins to strip off his clothing, revealing a lean but muscular physique that leaves you breathless with desire. As he stands naked before you, his cock already hardening with excitement, you know exactly

what he wants from you.

"Come here, puppy," he commands, beckoning you with a gesture. You crawl obediently towards him, on all fours, eyes downcast and tail wagging. As you approach him, The Duke takes hold of your leash and pulls you close, pressing his lips to yours in a deep, passionate kiss.

As the kiss breaks, he pushes you back onto the cushion, spreading your legs wide open. He leans in and licks along your inner thigh, working his way up to your erect cock. Without warning, he takes you into his mouth, sucking greedily on your shaft as you moan in pleasure.

He continues to pleasure you with his mouth and hands, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy

over and over again, until you can no longer hold back. With a loud groan, you finally reach the height of pleasure, spilling your seed into The Duke's eager mouth.

He continues to suckle on you until you are completely spent, before releasing you with a soft chuckle.

"Now, now," he chides playfully. "You must learn some patience, my little puppy."

As you lay there panting, The Duke begins to stroke himself, his eyes locked onto yours as he pleasures himself. You watch in rapt attention, feeling your own arousal growing once more at the sight of him.

"Come here," he murmurs, beckoning you with a finger. "It's time for your reward."

You crawl towards The Duke, your body still buzzing with desire. He guides you to kneel before him, your face at the perfect height for him to take control.

He runs his fingers through your hair, gripping it firmly as he positions himself in front of your waiting mouth. The scent of his arousal fills your senses, driving you wild with anticipation.

"Open wide, my obedient pet," he commands, his voice laced with authority. You eagerly obey, parting your lips and sticking out your tongue, ready to please him.

With a low growl, The Duke thrusts into your mouth, filling it completely. You moan around him, the taste and sensation of him overwhelming your senses. He sets a quick rhythm, driving

deep into your waiting throat every few strokes, testing your limits with his dominance. You struggle to breathe but somehow find it difficult to resist him.

Your cheeks bulge outward as tears start to roll down yours and suddenly you feel yourself losing control. Despite the overwhelming urge to choke, something blissful overcomes you.

His pace picks up faster and you can tell he is nearing his climax. He stiffens briefly before a warm, sweet liquid floods your mouth and throat; he marks you as his own with his virile fluid.

He slows down until finally pulling out from your lips with another loud exhale. You remain kneeling, covered in his essence—a tro

phy of his ownership over you. The Duke grins with satisfaction, pleased with your obedience.

"Good boy," he murmurs, reaching down to stroke your head. "Such a good little puppy."

You glance up at him with devotion, wanting nothing more than to please your master. You let out a soft whimper as he continues to pet your hair, feeling a sense of comfort and warmth wash over you.

"Now come along, my pet," he says, standing up and motioning for you to follow him. "We have some training to do."

You obediently follow him on all fours, your collar jingling softly as he leads you through the halls of his luxurious mansion. With every step you take, you feel more and

You let out a whimper as the vibrator touches your sensitive balls and ass. You nod, eagerly anticipating what the Duke has in store for you.

"Yes, Master," you reply, your voice heavy with anticipation.

The Duke chuckles at your eagerness, relishing in his control over you. He continues to tease you with the vibrator, running it along your ass and then moving it to your cock.

"You like that, don't you?" he taunts, watching as you squirm under his touch. "You love being my obedient little pet."

You nod again, unable to deny the pleasure you feel from his touch.

"Now hold still," he commands, pushing the vibrator against your entrance. "This will be a bit uncomfortable at first

You feel a mix of excitement and nerves as the Duke slowly begins to push the vibrator inside you. The sensation is intense, and you can't help but let out a moan.

"That's it, puppy," the Duke murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Take it like a good pet."

You clench around the vibrator, your body adjusting to its presence. The Duke begins to move it in and out, gradually picking up the pace. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you whimper and moan uncontrollably.

As the Duke continues to use the vibrator on you, his free hand caresses your back, nails lightly grazing your skin. It's a mixture of pain and pleasure that

intensifies your arousal. Your body trembles with each touch, the pleasure building within you. The Duke leans in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers seductively.

"Such a good puppy," he purrs, his voice dripping with desire. "I love hearing you moan and whimper for me. You're so responsive to my touch."

You can't help but arch your back, pressing against the vibrator, seeking more of that delicious sensation. The Duke chuckles softly, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

"Do you like it when I control your pleasure, my pet?" he asks, his tone laced with dominance. "Tell me how much you want to be at my mercy."

Your mind is

filled with a swirl of emotions. Every touch, every word from the Duke sends shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you can feel the desire burning deep within you.

"I-I want to be completely at your mercy," you stammer, your voice filled with need. "Please, take me as you please. Use me for your pleasure."

The Duke's eyes darken with lust as he gazes at you. He slowly withdraws the vibrator, leaving you feeling empty and achingly desperate for more.

"Such a good puppy," he murmurs, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "But remember, I decide when and how you receive pleasure. Your pleasure is mine to control."

A thrill shoots through your body at his words, anticipation building

as you eagerly await the Duke's next command. Your heart races with a mix of nervousness and excitement, knowing that he holds all the power over your pleasure.

The Duke smirks, relishing in the control he has over you. He runs his hand through your hair, his touch gentle yet possessive.

"Tonight, my obedient little puppy, I want you to demonstrate just how well you can obey me," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to crawl on all fours and follow me to the grand hall. We have guests arriving, and I want them to witness your obedience."

A surge of arousal floods through you at the thought of being displayed in front of others, your body tingling with a potent

mixture of fear and excitement. You nod eagerly, eager to please your master.

"Yes, Duke," you reply obediently. "I'll do anything to please you."

With a satisfied smile, the Duke fastens your collar around your neck and attaches a leash. He gives it a firm tug, pulling you towards him and making you yelp in surprise.

"Good puppy," he murmurs, stroking your head. "Now let's go show our guests just how well-behaved you can be."

You follow the Duke as he leads you through the corridors of his mansion, crawling on all fours like the obedient little puppy that you are. Your heart pounds with anticipation as you hear the voices of the Duke's guests growing louder with

each step. You enter the grand hall, adorned with opulent decorations and filled with elegantly dressed guests. Their eyes turn to you, curious and intrigued by your presence.

The Duke holds your leash firmly, guiding you towards the center of attention. He stops, a proud smile spreading across his face as he addresses the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you my beloved pet," he announces, his voice carrying through the room. "Isn't he just the most adorable creature you've ever seen?"

A chorus of murmurs and whispers fills the air as the guests gaze upon you. Some are taken aback, while others can't help but be captivated by your submissive posture and eager obedience.

The Duke's hand gently ca

resses the back of your head, and you feel a surge of arousal at his touch. You glance up at him, your eyes wide with adoration as he pulls you closer.

"You see," he continues, "my puppy here is so well-trained that he'll do anything to please me. Watch this."

The Duke gives your leash a sharp tug, pulling you towards him until your faces are inches apart. He leans in and kisses you fiercely, his tongue exploring your mouth as you whimper in pleasure.

The guests gasp in shock and surprise, but the Duke doesn't seem to care. He deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he takes control of you completely.

Finally, he pulls away, leaving you panting

and desperate for more. The Duke smirks, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he addresses the stunned crowd.

"Isn't he just the most obedient puppy?" he asks rhetorically, his voice dripping with a mix of dominance and amusement. "And this is just a taste of what my pet can do."

The guests are left in awe, some blushing and others shifting uncomfortably in their seats. But the Duke pays no mind to their reactions. He leads you by the leash, guiding you to the center of the room.

"Now, my darling puppy," he whispers into your ear, his voice laced with desire, "I want you to show them how well you respond to my commands."

He gently caresses your face

, his fingers trailing down to your neck and tugging on your collar. You let out a soft bark in response, feeling the surge of submission coursing through you as the Duke continues to exert his control over you.

"Good boy," he murmurs, running his hand through your hair as he glances around the room. "Now, let's see...I want you to crawl on all fours like a good puppy. Can you do that for me?"

You nod eagerly, unable to resist the commanding tone in his voice. You drop to your hands and knees, letting out another bark as the Duke tugs on your leash, urging you forward.

The guests look on with amazement as you crawl across the floor, your tail wag

ging behind you and your tongue hanging out of your mouth. The Duke chuckles at their reactions, clearly relishing in the attention as he continues to give you commands.

"Now, I want you to show them how well you can sit," he says, his tone firm but still playful. "Good puppies always know how to sit, don't they?"

You obey, sitting down on your haunches and tilting your head up to look at the Duke with adoration. He rewards you with a pat on the head and a scratch behind the ear, eliciting another bark of pleasure from you.

The Duke looks around the room, a satisfied smirk on his face as he basks in the admiration of his guests. But despite all the attention

focused on him, his attention is still solely on you. He kneels down beside you, whispering in your ear.

"You're doing such a good job, my little puppy," he says. "But let's show them what else you can do, shall we?"

You nod eagerly, excited to please your master and show off for the guests. The Duke stands up again, pulling gently on your leash as he leads you across the room towards a large armchair.

"Up," he commands, pointing to the chair.

You quickly clamber onto the seat, looking down at the Duke expectantly. He grins up at you, clearly pleased with your obedience.

"Now, I want you to stay there while I bring out a special toy

for you," the Duke says, his voice low and playful.

He disappears from view, leaving you alone in the armchair. You can hear him rummaging through a nearby cabinet, and your tail wags excitedly at the prospect of a new toy.

Finally, the Duke returns to your side, holding something small and shiny in his hand. He holds it up for you to see: a metal butt plug, glinting under the bright lights of the room.

"Such a good puppy deserves a special treat," he says, his eyes dark with desire. "And this is going to be very special indeed."

With practiced ease, the Duke removes your pants and slides the plug into your waiting hole. You let out a contented

moan as the cool metal fills you, stretching you in all the right ways. The Duke's fingers trail along your thigh, tracing patterns of anticipation on your sensitive skin.

"Such a good puppy," he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Now, I want you to stay here and keep that plug inside you while I introduce you to my friends."

Your heart races with excitement as the Duke leads you through the opulent halls of his mansion. Each step sends a pleasurable jolt through your body, the plug reminding you of your submission to him.

As you enter the grand ballroom, the Duke's friends turn their heads to take in the sight before them. You feel their gazes lingering on your naked form,

your body on full display for their enjoyment. The Duke revels in the attention, his hand possessively gripping the leash attached to your collar.

"These are my esteemed guests," he announces proudly, his voice carrying across the room. "And this, my dear friends, is my prized pet, my loyal and obedient puppy."

The room fills with a mixture of gasps, whispers, and intrigued murmurs as the guests take in the sight of you, standing there, exposed and vulnerable. Some openly admire your physique, while others blush at the explicit display.

A mischievous smile curls upon the Duke's lips as he guides you towards a group of his closest acquaintances. He introduces you one by one, relishing in the way they respond