Chapter 225: Chapter 225 – Puddle on the Floor

Arianna froze. “You… you want me to do all that?”

“Of course,” I said, smiling. “You’re my dog, aren’t you?”

“Crazy… crazy… fucking insane…” she muttered softly, but didn’t move.

“You remember everything that happened in your dreams, right?” I asked.

Arianna jolted. Her eyes widened.

“H-How? How do you know—”

“I know everything,” I interrupted. “I know every dream you’ve had. Every time you crawled behind me. Every time you licked my feet. Every time you slept in a kennel. I know it all.”

Arianna paled. “That… that was just dreams…”

“And now those dreams are real,” I said. “Come on, practice what you’ve learned in your dreams.”

Arianna was silent. Her mind was chaos. Her dreams all this time—she thought they were just her own wild imagination. But this man knew. He knew everything. That meant…

[Your Dominance over Arianna Increases to 85%.]

But she didn’t have time to think further. I tugged her chain slightly, signaling her to start moving.

Arianna began crawling with heavy breaths.

Her movements were stiff, awkward. Her smooth knees crept across the cold marble floor. Her slender hands padded softly. Her ass wiggled behind her, displaying her wet pussy from behind.

“I hate this,” she muttered softly. “I hate you. I hate all of this.”

But she kept crawling.

“Woof… woof…” her barks were small, shy.

I walked backward, leading her with the chain, making her follow me around the room. She crawled behind me, occasionally sniffing the floor like she’d done in her dreams.

“A dog who curses,” I said, chuckling softly. “Unique.”

“I’m not a dog! I’m human!” she protested, but kept crawling.

“Humans don’t crawl on floors barking.”

“YOU’RE FORCING ME!”

“I’m not forcing you,” I said, stopping and turning around. “You’re doing it because you like it. Because deep in your heart, you truly want to be my dog.”

Arianna stopped crawling. She looked at me with moist red eyes.

“I… don’t…”

“Continue,” I said, pulling her chain. “I want to see you sniff my feet.”

Arianna ground her teeth. “Sick pervert.”

But she approached.

Her beautiful face neared my feet. Her sharp nose sniffed my skin—a gesture clearly humiliating for a girl like her. Her red hair cascaded beautifully, her black dog ears bobbing.

“Woof,” she barked softly.

I stroked her hair. “Good dog.”

That praise again. That praise always made her shudder.

“Now, wag your ass,” I commanded.

Arianna looked at me in horror. “W-What?!”

“Happy dogs wag their ass,” I said. “I just praised you. Show me you’re happy.”

“This is crazy. Crazy. CRAZY!” she cursed, but she did it anyway.

Her round, white ass began to wiggle—shy movements. She swayed left and right, like a happy dog. Her wet pussy was faintly visible from behind, releasing more and more fluid.

“Faster,” I said.

She wagged faster.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” her barks grew louder, probably from shame and excitement.

I laughed. “You’re truly a talented dog.”

“T-Talented at what?! I’m being humiliated here!” she protested while continuing to wag her ass. “I’m Ophelia Blazinger’s daughter! I’m heir to the strongest Hunter family! I should be—”

“You should be my dog,” I interrupted, pulling her chain until she drew closer. “And you love it.”

Arianna snorted, but didn’t argue.

I pointed at my foot. “Lick.”

She looked at me, then at my foot.

“What?”

“Lick my foot,” I repeated. “Good dogs like licking their master’s feet.”

“YOU’RE INSANE! EVEN PUPPIES WOULDN’T—”

I yanked her chain hard. Arianna jolted forward, her face nearly touching the floor.

“Lick,” I said, my voice low. “Or I’ll make you lick something dirtier.”

Arianna ground her teeth. Tears began pooling in her eyes—but beneath that, her pussy grew wetter.

She stuck out her tongue. Touched my foot. Her pink tongue then licked the skin of my foot, leaving a wet trail.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The feeling of being licked like that was ticklish, but truly arousing. I enjoyed the sight. An arrogant girl who usually looked down on everyone, now licking my foot like a real dog.

“Again,” I said.

She licked again. And again. And again.

Her tears fell, mixing with her saliva on my foot.

“I hate you,” she whispered between licks. “I hate you. I hate this. I hate—”

“But your pussy is wet,” I interrupted.

She fell silent.

“So wet,” I continued. “Look, fluid is dripping onto the floor.”

Arianna didn’t dare look at me. She just kept licking my foot, tears and saliva mixing on her beautiful face.

After several minutes, I stopped her.

“Stand up.”

Arianna rose, still in her crawling position. Her face was wet with tears, saliva, and floor grime. But her eyes… her eyes shone with something strange.

I stood before her, my large cock right in front of her face. “You’ve put on a good show, my dog. Now, time to receive your reward.”

Arianna stared at my cock. Her red eyes widened.

“Reward…?” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

I nodded. “Reward for a good dog. What do dogs want most?”

She didn’t answer. Just stared at my cock with a mixture of fear and… intense excitement.

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 81 (+7)]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 87 (+6)]

[Arianna’s Sexual Arousal increased to 93 (+6)]

The readings spiked dramatically.

“Open your mouth,” I commanded.

Arianna opened her mouth. Her tongue still lolled out, just like a dog waiting for a treat.

I brought my cock closer. My large head touched her wet tongue, feeling the warmth and softness.

“Reward for a good dog,” I said, and pushed forward.

SLURRP!

My cock entered her mouth in one full thrust. My large head breached past her lips, past her tongue, straight down her throat.

Arianna gagged. Her eyes bulged, her hands rising to grip my thighs, trying to push back. But I didn’t stop.

I kept pushing.

Deeper. Deeper. Until my entire shaft was buried in her mouth. Until my lips touched hers. Until a strange bulge appeared in her neck.

A long protrusion was visible beneath Arianna’s smooth white neck skin—it was my head reaching down her throat, pushing outward from inside. Clearly visible, like a large snake hiding beneath her skin.

Arianna couldn’t breathe. Her red eyes widened in panic. Her hands weakly pounded my thighs. Her throat reflexively squeezed my shaft, creating an incredible sensation.

But she couldn’t escape. I held her head firmly, keeping her in place.

The sight before me was unreal. Arianna Blazinger now knelt naked before me, with dog ears on her head, a collar around her neck, and my cock filling her mouth down to her throat, with a bulge clearly visible in her neck.

Her once-arrogant face, usually full of pride, now flushed crimson, wet with tears and saliva, with half-closed eyes—a mix of suffering and inexplicable pleasure.

I held for several seconds, enjoying the sensation, then began moving.

I fucked her mouth.

My hips pumped back and forth quickly, hard, mercilessly. Each thrust sent my head into her throat, making the bulge in her neck move back and forth. Each withdrawal made her cough, but I pushed in again before she could breathe.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

Wet sounds filled the room. The sound of Arianna’s muffled coughing. The sound of small moans escaping between her suffering.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!

My balls slapped against her chin every time I thrust fully. Her large breasts bounced wildly with the rhythm of my thrusts. Her wet pussy kept releasing fluid, dripping onto the floor forming a small puddle.

“Good dog,” I groaned between movements. “Such a good dog. You accept everything master gives you, right?”

Arianna couldn’t answer. Her mouth was full, her throat full, her entire face full of me.

But her wet red eyes looked at me with something she could no longer hide. Devotion and surrender.

She truly had become my dog.

I kept pumping, faster, harder. My body began to tense, the sensation at the base of my cock building. Arianna felt it—she felt my shaft throbbing, felt my head swelling, felt that something was about to come out.

And she didn’t try to pull away.

She just accepted. Like a good dog accepting everything its master gives.

“I’M GOING TO CUM!” I shouted, as a final warning.

Arianna just looked at me, her eyes seeming to say: just do it.

One final thrust. To the hilt.

And I came.

The first burst filled her mouth—salty, thick, and warm. Arianna gagged, but couldn’t pull away because I still held her. The second, third, fourth bursts—all went straight down her throat, forced down by my thrusts still pressing.

Only after the fifth burst did I withdraw.

My cock, still leaking remnants, slipped from her mouth with a wet pop. Arianna coughed violently, cum dripping from her mouth, mixing with saliva, falling onto her swaying breasts.

But she still knelt. Still in her dog position. Staring at me with wet, red eyes, full of something she couldn’t explain.

I breathed heavily, gazing at my work. Arianna before me, naked, covered in cum and a broken expression—yet also satisfied—on her face.

“Good dog,” I whispered, stroking her hair, damp with sweat and tears. “You’re truly a good dog.”

And Arianna, in the midst of all this humiliation and suffering, smiled.

[Your Dominance over Arianna Increases to 87%.]

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