As a dog I can’t express how much I want to tighten my collar, packed with your form bulging out my throat. Phone in front recording a small, fearful, and submissive mutt crying through thin flesh while im jerking off, panting over how you’ll look in the footage later. My stomach is screaming louder than you. Begging to push you past. To indulge in hedonistic murder. My other hand has your leash, your escape rope that I control alone. I go as long as I can before I decide…