Image by Stoichiometry via Flickr"You will be the dog and I will be the master. Roll over."
She rolled over.
"Good, now play dead."
She whimpered a little and died.
She scrambled right up.
"Now be happy."
She didn't have a tail, so she wagged her tongue.
"Perfect. Now find me your bone."
She sniffed his zipper.
She soon had his bone in her mouth. It was a big bone, the kind she liked. She preferred it sideways, though. When she was done she left lots of drool.
"Finish it off," he commanded
She finished it off.
"You made a mess, didn't you?" he scolded.
"Come." It wasn't over yet.
She eventually came.