He’s mine. All of him. And it brings me great pleasure to be his caretaker. To warm his tea, to make his food, to rub his sore leggies, bathe him, tuck him in, shower him with love and affection.
It’s by taking very good care of my soft, sweet pup that he then takes care of Master. Being so obedient as he presents his warm, wet boy cunt for me. He’s always so eager to be bred by me because Master’s cock is his favourite cock, filling him so perfectly as if it were made just for him. He can’t wait to feel my cum pouring in, knowing that he’s been such a very good boy for me.
I also love how excited he gets about worshipping me, taking me into his mouth, into his hand, every grunt and moan I make informing him of the great job he’s doing. It’s only when I’m close that I tell him if he gets to taste me, or feel my cum splash against his tummy and tits.
Either way, once I’m done, I clean him off and softly kiss his forehead. Sometimes I’ll ravenous eat my mess out of his cunt, or use his wand to make him cum for me until he’s sensitive and exhausted. But the end is always the same; with him curled up in my lap, safe, sleepy, and content.
That’s why I make sure to mark him nice and good from time to time too, just so that everyone knows who he belongs to. Not that it should ever be in question anyway, because it’s my number on that back of that dog tag, attached to his collar around his neck, for a reason. He’s only got one Master, one caretaker, me. And I’ve only got one pup, him.
very nice lovely markings of love and commitment