“You best hope you didn’t,” Joe shook his head. I’d have ignored them, but my Master had always been attentive and he’d chided me constantly for not taking better care of myself, or at least for not bringing my wounds to his attention right away. I didn’t know where to look and I started in the kitchen, of all places, but only because I liked the smell. My brothers and I had all become very spoiled very quickly. Joe also knew I’d never tell anyone, at least not in the literal sense. What I’d decided to do was look for the newspaper, the one my Master had used to find me by placing an advertisement for a dog girl. I just kept my cheek on the floor, sighing softly and keeping my eyes closed as Mike fucked his human penis in and out of me at a leisurely pace. I’d suffered through this before, many times for my Master’s pleasure, but it had been a long time and I’d almost forgotten what it could be like after
