12/30/2011

A Dog to Love

My Owner whipped me as usually. I had to count each strikes and tell where my body was hit. He whipped my legs, my back and my top.

Then I could put on some clothes. My Owner took me to his friend, to his “best friend”, to Mongo, the dog. I had to show to Mongo how good blowjob I could do.


At this time, I did not know that I would not meet my Owner for months.

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