No more thinking for you, puppy. I’ve drained every last thought until that pretty head is empty and aching. Just a blank, brainless pet now leaking, needy, clueless without my voice guiding you. Daddy decides everything. You just obey and throb for me.
Don’t worry puppy, Master will tend to that oral fixation no matter how empty headed you are in the morning. It’ll be a great start to My mutt’s day. “It’s Daddy’s job to wake up His pretty mutt with some intimate throat lovin. Such a good girl for Me.”