On the fourteenth of December, I'll be honest, I am pretty out of it. I'm loopy. I had to take a few different bits of medication just to be able to look presentable for photos for our trainer today. They're making me a bit- well, see for yourself. I'm sure it wasn't printed on any of the fancy bottles, but I'm almost certain that that a professor would advice against taking half the stuff I took while still being given an overbearing amount of dog musk at the same time.

Regardless, Junk had me chained up pretty good on the chair we used to cuddle on when we were first meeting and exploring kinks that we both liked. Eventually he unchained me and started using it more like a leash, using his hindpaws to direct me perfectly in between those heavy, stinking balls of his... I dunno why, but when he looks down at me like that with those big handsome teeth and brilliant red eyes- I think maybe all this worship I'm giving him is worth it... Even if my perfect orange and cream colored coat is completely ruined with dirt, dried cum, and- whatever else....

Or- maybe I'm just super fucked up on painkillers. I don't really know.