Humiliating myself by acting like a dog, doing tricks as well as peeing like one in the garden

On all fours in the yard, the taste of fresh grass on my tongue, I’m a fucking bitch in every way. My naked body glistens with sweat as I pant, drooling like the animal I am. My pussy, slick and swollen, drips onto the grass below. The master’s command echoes in my head—act like a dog, be a fucking dog. I start with the basics, rolling over, exposing my tits to the sun and the camera. My nipples harden, and I can’t help but moan, the sound escaping my lips like a whimper. I shake, my tits jiggling obscenely, before sitting back on my haunches, legs spread wide. The cool air hits my pussy, making me shiver. I lick my lips, eager for the next command. The master throws a carrot, and I scurry over, picking it up in my teeth, my pussy clenching with each movement. I drop it at his feet, looking up with submissive eyes. “Good bitch,” he says, and I can’t help but smile, my face flushed with humiliation and arousal. I’m a fucking dog, and I’m loving every second of it. The master’s cock is hard, pressing against his pants. He unzips, pulling it out, stroking it slowly. I watch, hypnotized, as he jerks himself off, his eyes never leaving me. I know what he wants, and I’m ready to give it to him. I crawl over, my ass in the air, my face inches from his cock. I stick out my tongue, licking the precum from the tip. He groans, his hand gripping my hair. I take him in my mouth, sucking and licking like a good little bitch. He fucks my face, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. I gag, tears streaming down my face, but I don’t stop. I can’t. I’m his bitch, and I’ll do whatever he commands. I feel his cock twitch, and I know he’s close. I double my efforts, sucking and licking faster. He roars, his cock pulsing as he cums in my mouth. I swallow every drop, licking him clean. He pulls out, and I collapse onto the grass, panting and spent. But I know this isn’t over. Not by a long shot. The master has more tricks up his sleeve, and I’m eager to perform them all. The camera captures every humiliating moment, every filthy act. This is my life now, and I fucking love it. The master’s voice cuts through the air, “Piss, bitch.” I hesitate for a second, then obey, squatting down and releasing a steady stream onto the grass. The humiliation is complete, the camera capturing every degrading second. I’m a fucking dog, and I’ve never felt more alive.