Nod your head in understanding
From Create Your Own Story
“Good,” Carla says smiling at your obedience before continuing. “Furthermore, I expect you to speak only if given permission to do so.”
You nod your head.
“Henceforth, you are my pet, my bitch, and mine alone. That means you do whatever I tell you to do or else you will be punished for your disobedience. Remember, you answer to me alone and if you follow someone else’s orders without my approval you will also be punished. Is that clear?
This deal is starting to sound less and less appealing by every sentence, but against your better judgment you nod your head once more, too afraid of what might happen if you didn’t.
She smiles at you and pulls you to your feet by tugging at your leash. Once more she catches you in her arms, trapping your body against hers in a firm hold. "That's a good girl." She leans down and forces her muzzle against your lips. You shiver slightly as her textured tongue darts into your mouth and flicks against your own. Her paws, meanwhile, busy themselves by firmly groping at your ass and tits, pulling, pinching, and squeezing with such brute force that it made you cry out from the pain.
Carla, showing no concern at all, simply laughs at your torment and traps you breasts in a particularly painful hold between her paws. She decides to further your agony by leaning down and wrapping her mouth around one of your sore teats, suckling upon it for a minute before cruelly biting onto your nipple with her sharp fangs.
The excruciating pain is simply too much for you. You struggle against her but she manages to keep you in her strong grip. As you move, however, the sensation in your nipple only intensifies, as does your tearful cries.
Carla finally releases your throbbing breast only to move her mouth over to next one, trapping it in similar fashion.
When you are finally relieved of your torture your face is covered in tears. Carla effortlessly picks you up and cradles you soothingly in her arms. You are carried to the bed upon which she gently lays you down before climbing onto the mattress herself and snuggling up against you, holding you tenderly from behind. With her soft paws she gently cups your incredibly sore breasts and massages them. At first you let out a frightened whimper at her touch, but then you notice the pain in your tits faintly residing the longer Carla lightly rolled them around with her furry hands.
Gradually the tears stopped coming, and against your own wishes you took enjoyment and comfort from the wolf’s soft paws on your sore flesh.
You feel yourself drift off to sleep in her comforting arms.
You:
| Furry Status (you) | ||
| Health | 90 | Equipment:
Dog collar |
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Human | |
