Pet

Can you help me, please? I don’t want to be here; I don’t want to be a dog. It’s been six months now that I’ve been stuck like this for six long agonizing months. I’m still not even sure what I did to piss the guy in the apartment below me off so badly.

One of the worst parts about all this is that I’m not even gay, never had a gay thought in my life before my magical enslavement. I’m not even sure how it works, how Master Evans did this to me. I’m still a human, and yet everyone who isn’t a friend of Master Evan’s just sees me as some kind of dog. And I can understand them, but they never seem to understand me.

I’m not sure why you can understand me, but since you can you just have to help me. I’m tired of being stuck like this. I’m tired of acting like a dog twenty-four-seven. And I am especially tired of having dicks shoved in my holes. And I don’t even want to get into the other humiliating faggy things I’ve found myself doing over this past year.

Wait! What? Did you just say you’re my new master? Master Evan sold me? You want me to suck your dick right here, right now. Oh, god no!!!!!!!