Fittingly, the first word on this list is also the most important. You, as a puppygirl, are an animal, not a person. This cannot be stated firmly enough. You. Are. Not. Human. You’re a pathetic little dog who’s mere existence hinges on whether or not your Owner cares enough about you to take care of and provide for you. In the hierarchy of what’s important to your Master, you fall somewhere between paper plates and lint under the fridge. Animals don’t think, talk, or walk. Your job as an animal is to please your Master. Be it through playful silly behavior or strict regimented obedience, Master’s pleasure is your first and only priority. So do what you can little mutt: slobber and suck, play and obey, bark and yip. Anything you can do to make your Owner happy. All in the hope that maybe once, even if for just a few seconds, your Owner looks down on you with a glint of satisfaction and tells you, “Good dog.”
Author’s note: So, I just saw this morning that when I posted this yesterday, Tumblr thought it would be fun to cut out over half of what I’d originally written, yay! Here is more or less what I’d ACTUALLY meant to post, though I’m pissed off because it’s not a perfect recreation. Darn you Tumblr!
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ABC’s of Puppygirls
I is for Identity
Once you begin your new life as a puppygirl, everything about you changes, nothing more so then your identity. A defense attorney becomes a mindless mutt. A counselor is replaced by a playful puppy. A tax accountant transforms into a barking bitch. Once your Master secures your collar around your neck, everything you thought you knew about being an independent woman ends.
You cease to identify as a woman and become whatever your Owner chooses to call you. Be his dog, slutmutt, puppyslave, or anything of his choosing. Your identity is now defined by what he chooses you to be. You have to live it, you have to be it, you are it. Your new self is what your Master sees as the best version of you, embrace it and answer his call.
This amazingly gorgeous jogger picked up our Frisbee.
“Seriously?” She looked at me with mocking eyes. “Grown men playing Frisbee in the park? How pathetic. Are you too lazy to do proper exercise?”
“Don’t be a patronizing whore. Your face and ass are way too good looking for that.” I replied with a sneer.
She looked at me with shocked rage. Clearly she couldn’t take what she so callously dished out. “You disgusting pig! Here, go chase after your fucking Frisbee.” She shrieked, and tossed the Frisbee in the other direction.
I calmly reached into my pocket. “I wish I could tell you I’d let you go on your way, if you weren’t such a bitch. But let’s face it, I would never have given up on a hot piece of ass like you, regardless of your disposition.”
I flashed my pen in her eyes, catching her in mid scoff. Her face turned slack, and her eyes glazed over.
“Now, bitch. You want master to take you back to his room and bounce your bubbly ass on his throbbing stick, don’t you?” I asked, and her face lit up. “Yes master! Please use my pussy and ass!” She begged, wiggling her butt for me, smiling at me with blushed cheeks.
“Will do, cunt. But first, do your bitchly duties and go get our Frisbee. On your hands and knees, like the little fuck-pet you are.”
“Yes master! Woof! Right away!″ She dropped to her knees and crawled with zeal towards the fallen Frisbee. Watching her behind shake from side to side gave me an instant hard-on.
She brought the Frisbee back, in her mouth, like any mind-fucked puppy-girl would. “Good girl.” I took the Frisbee and scratched behind her ear.
Looking around, I quickly unzipped my pants, and shoved my cock deep in her mouth. “Here, I’ll give you a nice boner before we get back to my friends. I’m sure they’d want to take you to the hotel and take turns humping you. As the mind controller of the group, I think I should get first picking. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Mm Mmh!” She nodded as she choked on my cock.
“Come on, you pathetic bitch. Suck me off faster! Don’t be lazy! Hah!” I grabbed her head with a bark of laughter, and started ramming my pelvis into her face at top speed.
A cunt’s purpose is to expose itself completely to Men. To show its willingness and desire to be fucked, bred and owned. Even pathetic gay cunts like myself are no different.
Accepting what comes naturally to you can be the hardest thing. It may not be easy to admit that you’re a cunt, that you’re weak, that you’re helpless and even inferior, but you’ll know how right it is when you finally admit it to yourself.
When you’re on your back, naked, with your legs spread open and you’re giving yourself to a Man, you’ll finally understand that you were born for this purpose. To submit, to serve and to be property.
“Bien sûre, tu peux rester dans notre club privé pour dessiner toute la nuit. tu as le look qu'il faut. Juste deux choses: tu devra te tenir sur les genoux et porter ceci …“
desolé for the delay, the artist continues his research …
little heart or reblog if you want to see the results in the morning
desolé pour le retard, le dessinateur poursuit ses recherches …(dans ses fantasmes)
petit coeur ou rebblog si vous voulez voir l’état au petit matin …
‘Who would actually name their dog latex?’ She thought, looking at the nameplate on the strange collar she had found. Something was strange about the collar, and she couldn’t quite figure out what… then it struck her. It was too big for most dogs, it looked more like it would fit on a person. She felt compelled to see if it would fit, to see how it would look on her. So she quickly looped it around her neck and locked the clasped. Instantly she felt a electric jolt, and was worried it was a shock collar. She went to take the collar back off, but the locking mechanism didn’t seem to have any way to undo it once it was secured. She tugged at the collar angrily, who the hell would make such a thing, but it was firmly stuck.
As she tried to figure out how to unclasp the stuck collar, she failed to notice the shiny black liquid leaking out from underneath it. It dripped down her black dress slowly, and a few drops even landed on her shoes. As the liquid touched the dress it started to change into a material similar looking to the liquid, some type of latex. The more latex like it looked the more it began to cling to her body. Eventually it was noticeable enough that she stopped trying to remove the collar and looked down, she was covered in the shiny black slime, and it was gradually covering more of her body. She growled in frustration and tried to reach down and remove the gooey dress, but a large bubble of latex formed and popped, showering her face in goo.
Soon the latex was as tight as a second set of skin, and it now covered much of her body. She could feel her hair turning into a thick and heavy latex material, and her face felt like it was being pulled. She could see as her shiny black nose pushed outward into a… muzzle. Other parts of her experienced similar transformations, and she soon had a large dog tail wagging behind her nervously and a pair of pointed canine ears.
Most upsetting though was the pressure in her panties, now also a latex material. She watched in shock as they grew a large bulge, which seemed to merge through them into the shape of a cock and balls. It quickly twisted into a canine shape, complete with a knot. Fat drops of liquid latex cum dripped from it’s tip and she bit her lip out of arousal. This wasn’t real, it was… it was too much, she could feel all this latex, like it was her skin. She could feel her tail wagging. She could feel her hard and needy cock begging to have her touch it.
She had so many conflicting feelings, and she knew everything would be okay once her owner came back. wait… owner? She tried to tell herself she wasn’t a dog, that she wasn’t someone’s plaything, but she couldn’t convince herself that she didn’t WANT to be a pet. It felt good being on all fours, it felt good being a latex doggygirl, it felt good to have a cock.
