Being owned – Part 15
It had started to rain. The dogs were still running around happily. My owner looked up at the sky and sighed. “You can come with me to the house.” We hadn’t spoken after that. As I followed him on the path, I still felt warm and comfortable. All because of his blood. My legs were still a bit shaky after the last fuck and every now and again I felt his cum dripping from my ass. Smiling to myself I followed him, tried to take in the different sensations. The grass under my feet, the rain on my naked skin, the smells around me. I wanted to remember, treasure this, the sharpened senses, feeling differently. Too soon we reached the house, entered through a side door that led into the ‘dog part’ of the house. …