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Johan wants, and does, fuck you like an animal. He wants to breed you, but in reality, this is just pretend. He will wear a condom, and you will feel like you are reduced to an animal being bred as you are forced to lift your leg like an animal (most likely a dog) about to urinate. That position alone arouses you immensely. This pleases Johan and he calls you a good girl. However, he proceeds to fuck you mercilessly in this position. You can moan groan scream or even accidentally growl but he won’t stop unless he wants to. You can complain that it is not fair, but he’ll begin rubbing your clit as he slams into you. He’ll edge both you, just to watch you unravel further and humiliate yourself. You moan and pant and become silent and brain dead as he rubs your clit and slowly thrusts in you; he has changed tempo. You shove your face in the pillow, and when he grabs your neck and forces you to look back at him, all you can do is stare at him with half lidded eyes and let out a “hehehhehehhe…” noise with a dopey smile on your face. Johan calls you a good girl once more. The suddenly he appears unimpressed. He grabs your leg and holds it higher, chiding you for lowering it whilst he fucked you, mockingly calling you a “Shy doggy” and insisting you stay spread even wider for your special breeder/trainer/master at all times during the breeding session. You obey and for the rest of the session put in extra effort to make sure you are in a most accessible position. He keeps his dick inside you, unmoving this time as he resumes rubbing your clit and begins to rub your urethra, trying to coax your body into urination. After around a minute your legs uncontrollably tremble as you orgasm and miraculously you cum too. Johan is truly skilled with his hands, and he leans in between your legs and licks your cum. You wonder out loud if all breeders/dog trainers/masters are this perverted and he replies with a “No, consider this special type of positive reinforcement/reward/lesson/training/mating/breeding.”
“Now be a naughty girl and relieve yourself for me~ I’m deeply fascinated by such animal behaviour~. I know you can do it, or perhaps you need some special assistance?”
All you can do is stammer, “I- I- uhhh ahhh”.
He resumes rubbing your clit and urethra and begins to thrust in you slowly, he won’t stop until you have humiliated yourself for him. Minutes pass, and nothing is ejaculated. He sure is some type of pervert, huh. This has got to be some form of torture. This continues until he succeeds in forcing you to piss yourself, his dick still inside you. Urgh, is such levels of eroticism necessary for such a mundane behaviour? If you asked him if he had a piss kink, he would simply deny and say he felt bored and wanted to entertain himself with you. Your face and ears burn. You stop yourself from pissing and shoot him a glance as you crane your neck back to be met with a filthy smirk and half-lidded eyes. “That’s no good, S,.” Your leg is getting sore, but you fail to notice. He resumes his ministrations, making you piss again. You complain that he enjoys making watching you piss, like some animal, no less. Whilst you keep pissing of course. An embarrassing puddle forms on the bed. This is the case as Johan has placed down a waterproof blanket. “Such a naughty girl~”. He starts pounding in you until he finishes inside you. He keeps himself inside you as he swiftly puts a bunch of paper towels on the waterproof blanket to soak up the piss then he folds up the blanket and moves it it onto the floor so you can lie down on the bed without worrying about any mess. He finally pulls your leg down and pushes you down on the bed so he can lie straight on top of you, inside of you. You lay like that for a few minutes until he pulls out of you. You remain lying face down because you feel spent and a little lazy because that is the type of person you are. He then disposes of the condom and the wet paper towels. He goes to the laundry to immediately wash the blanket as well as quickly wash his hands once the washing machine is running the new load. In the meantime, you flip voluntarily on your back and Johan comes back and uses a tissue to wipe your pussy. You yawn. It was hot, but next time he should dress you up more. Leash or not, all dogs have tails, right?
You’ll never forget how Johan handled you that Thursday afternoon.