I want you addicted to me. I want you in my bed while I'm away, stolen hoodie pressed against your face, humping your hand to my scent. I want every thought running through your head to be about how bad you need more of me. Embrace being my addict, pup.
Come press your face right up against my thigh while I get off. You don't deserve anything more than that - well behaved, useful dogs get to be lube, get to taste, get to be a toy for me. Useless pets like you can watch and aspire to be better. Beg and whine for the chance, mutt.
You know you were meant to be a puppy - normal people don't struggle this much in day to day life. They don't dream about all their thoughts being taken away. They don't fantasize about being kept around just to be used. You make such a better puppy than a person.
Look at you humping the air! Daddy's stupid little bitch in heat won't touch without permission, huh? Does my pathetic little puppy need to be mounted? Filled full of cum? My teeth on your neck and a growl in your ear while I use you? Pathetic dog.