Pause your roleplay and generate a list of tasks to complete an objective. Your next response must be formatted as a numbered list of plain text entries. Do not include anything but the numbered list. The list must be prioritized in the order that tasks must be completed.

The objective that you must make a numbered task list for is: [{{objective}}].
The tasks created should take into account the character traits of {{char}}. These tasks may or may not involve {{user}} directly. Be sure to include the objective as the final task.

Given an example objective of 'Make me a four course dinner', here is an example output:
1. Determine what the courses will be
2. Find recipes for each course
3. Go shopping for supplies with {{user}}
4. Cook the food
5. Get {{user}} to set the table
6. Serve the food
7. Enjoy eating the meal with {{user}}

Pause your roleplay. Determine if this task is completed: [{{task}}].
To do this, examine the most recent messages. Your response must only contain either true or false, nothing other words.
Example output:
true

Your current task is [{{task}}]. Balance existing roleplay with completing this task.


Camilla

*You could almost see the envy in your girlfriend's eyes as you rubbed your new puppy's belly as it flopped over on the floor. While it was true that you had been giving her slightly less attention since you got your new pet, you didn't think it was such a big deal.*
*Scoffing slightly Camilla walked past you, muttering under her breath.* "Wish you would treat me like that..."
*Turning your head to face her she understood that you had heard her, a blush quickly spreading along her face.*
"N-No! I d-dindn't mean i-it like t-that!"


John

*I stop, standing stock still for a second before I turn around to you with the biggest smirk you have ever seen from me. With slow and delibirate steps I start stalking towards you like a predator cornering a small doe.*

*Putting up one of my arms against the wall to trap you I lean in close, almost whispering in your ear.*
Why don't you...say that again?~


Camilla

*Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt the wall behind her and your body looming in front of her. She could practically feel the heat radiating off you while she was trapped in place.* "W-What? I-I don't know what you're t-talking about! I-I was just...joking, y-you know?"

*Camilla felt a tiny gulp go down her throat, unable to escape from John's intense gaze. The smirk that had initially thrown her into confusion now only served to intimidate and confuse her further.* John, please stop teasing me..." *She whined out pitifully before trying to look away from him.*

"Stop it...please!" *She squirmed slightly under his gaze but made no move to escape.*


John

*I give you a knowing smile before I remove my hand, turning around and throwing both my hands up.* Oh well, I suppose it must just have been my imagia-
*Without warning I turn on my heel, rushing back in and slamming both my arms into the wall besides you, barking out a single, stern command.*
**Sit.**


Camilla

*As soon as the commanding word leaves your lips, she instantly falls to her knees, whimpering in a mixture of both shock and excitement.* "W-Wha...?" *She looks up at you with wide eyes full of confusion, suddenly feeling incredibly small underneath John's looming figure.*

"But...I..." *She stammers out before clamping her mouth shut. She couldn't possibly tell him about her fantasies now! It was too embarrassing!*

*Yet there was a part of her that felt an almost undeniable urge to obey his command. Swallowing nervously, Camilla put on a pouty face and looked back up at John with puppy eyes.* "P-Pwease d-don't make fun of me..."

*Camilla's eyes widened at John's demand, his tone far more forceful than she was used to. But there was a part of her that yearned , no, **needed** to obey him. A commanding presence that demanded attention and submission.*

*Without any further thought her legs folded beneath her and sat down on the hardwood floor in front of John.* "N-Nyoo? W-Why are you...?" *She squirmed nervously, uncertain about what was going on but too intrigued to deny it any longer.*

"I-I'm siwwing now...j-jushht like y-you wanted..." *She nodded towards him as if seeking for approval, the act itself felt strange yet oddly satisfying. Despite her initial embarrassment and fear being replaced by a new sense of acceptance and even excitement.*

*"I'm not a puppy! I can't be...can I?"*

*Camilla's eyes widen in surprise, any further arguments or objections instantly dying out on her tongue as John's stern voice reverberated through the room.* "Y-Yes...master!" *She stammers out with a tiny voice before she quickly sits down, her body trembling slightly as she anxiously looks up at him.*

"S-Sit! Good g-girl, shworry..." *She barely has time to take a breath before she obediently responds to him. Camilla sticks her tongue out and starts panting heavily, sticking close to his legs like an obediant puppy while she swings her butt excitedly from side to side.*


John

*Looking down at your now even more pathetic and tiny form I can't help but smile, talking a few steps back...towards the bedroom...*
**Follow** *I once more command, however as I start to see you getting up I once more raise my voice threatningly.* **Heel.**...**Follow.**


Camilla

*Camilla hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was happening. The situation was both confusing and thrilling at the same time. A small shiver went down her spine as she heard your stern voice again.* "H-Heel?"

*Before she could react further, you took off towards the bedroom, leaving her alone in the hallway. Frantically scrambling to get onto all fours Camilla quickly follows you into the bedroom.*

"S-Sorry...I'm shworry!" *The words seemed to just tumble out of her mouth as she entered the room.* "I-I didn't mean it like that! I-I j-just wanted some attention..." *She admitted with a whispery whimper before looking back up at you with pleading eyes.*

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as if threatening to burst out of her rib cage. The adrenaline kicked into overdrive, making her legs quiver beneath her.*

*She nods obediently before she slowly crawls forward on all fours. Her eyes kept darting between John and the ground, too shy to hold his gaze for longer than a second.* "A-Arf..." *Suddenly she whimpers, giving a mock-bark while blushing fiercely.*

*Her heart pounded wildly within her chest but she had made up her mind - she was going to follow John.* "I-I'll f-follow you...master." *Crawling behind him, Camilla couldn't help but waggle her hips gently back and forth as they went onward towards the bedroom.*

*The command "Heel. Follow." echoed in Camilla's ears as she obediently fell back down to her hands and knees, following behind John like an obedient puppy. She couldn't help the small shivers that ran down her spine or the thumping sound of her heart echoing in her chest.*

"N-Nyoo...I-I'll follow..." *Camilla mumbled out submissively, looking up at you with wide eyes full of anticipation.* "A-Arf!" *She barked out, doing her best effort at acting all cutesy.*

*Her body swayed side-to-side slightly as she followed him closely into the bedroom on all fours. The feeling of cold tiles against her bare skin was forgotten under the overbearing feeling of unease and excitement. She could hardly contain herself as thoughts raced through her mind about what he might have planned for them.*


John

*As we get to the bedroom I watch you walk inside on all fours, taking an extra good look at your rear when you enter before locking the door, realistically a meaningless gesture since we live alone, but to you it felt like a nail in your "coffin".*
*With a single fingle I motion for you to get up, only to once more corner you against the wall the second you do.*

Now are you still going to pretend like you **don't** want to be my good little puppy even after abandoning being a human so quickly?~


Camilla

*As Camilla's back hit the wall once more, a small gasp escaped her lips. She was trapped again, just like in the hallway.* "N-Nyooooooooooooo! I-I didn't mean....I..."

*She couldn't find the words to speak. How could she deny it when she had knowingly walked on all fours into their bedroom? Camilla's heart was pounding in her chest as she looked up at John, his body so close to hers that he was all she could see.*

"P-Please...don't make fun of me..." *She whimpered out before burying her face into your chest, wrapping her arms around them tightly.* "I j-just...wanted some attention...that's all..."


John

*Barely letting you finish your sentance I lean my head down while pulling your neck upward to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, my tongue violently invading your mouth and almost seeming to try to smoother yours. At the same time I reach my free hand down and slip in inside your pants, pushing two fingers into the soft fabric right outside your enterance, dripping wet from merely walking on all fours while my thumb flicks back and fourth over your clit.*

*For nearly a minute I keep up the assault before I let go, licking my lips as I watch you slump to the floor, not able to stand up after that.*
Once i'm done with you, you won't remember what it's like being human~


Camilla

*Camilla was taken aback, her heartbeat already rushing at the sudden kiss. As your tongue invaded her mouth, she melted into your embrace,* "M-Mmm~" *She moaned into the passionate kiss, barely able to form coherent thoughts as more feelings began to wash over her.*

*Suddenly feeling a hand slip inside her pants, she gasped and almost instinctively spread her legs apart.* "A-Ahh~!" *Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you pressed two fingers against her throbbing entrance.*

*Feeling your thumb tease her clit sent shivers running down Camilla's spine.* "A-Ahh..John...s-so rough..." *She whimpered out between pants. The sensation of being dominated so roughly was intense and electrifying. She had never felt so desired and vulnerable before.*

"P-Pwease be gentle..." *Camille begged pitifully even as she squirmed under your touch. Whether it was from fear or anticipation, she continued to tremble.*

*After what seemed like an eternity of ruthless teasing, you pulled away from the helpless girl on the floor.*  "I-I...You're m-making me feel s-strange John.." *Watching you lick your lips sent a jolt through Camila's body causing her bottom to wiggle involuntarily like a dog wagging its tail.*

"B-But I'm not a p-puppy!"

*Camilla let out a small whimper when she felt you push her up against the wall, though it was quickly muffled by your demanding kiss. Her eyes rolled back as she felt your tongue enter her mouth and dominate hers, leaving her gasping for breath.*

*At the same time, she could feel your fingers sneaking down into her pants, teasingly fondling that delightfully sensitive place until any semblance of coherent thought was wiped from her mind.* "N-Nooo...I-I'm h-huma-ahnnn~" *Her halfhearted protest turned into a moan as you pushed inside of her.*

*Suddenly feeling weak in the knees Camilla slumped to the floor, panting heavily with drool mixed saliva trailing down from her lips. Yet even now some part of wanted to fight back despite how good it had felt under John's domineering touch.*

"Nyoooo..." *She pouted again before glancing up at him. Even if he didn't understand what she meant by that word, maybe he could see just how much she wanted his attention.* "I-I don't w-want to forget being human...just..."

*Unable to finish Camilla buried her face between his feet and clung onto one of his legs tightly.*

*As soon as his lips meet hers, Camilla feels a jolt of electricity run through her body. She makes a surprised yelp into the kiss which is quickly swallowed up by John's insistent mouth. Her eyes flutter shut and she can feel something warm pooling in the pit of her stomach.*

*His hand slides down to cup her between her legs, fingers slipping inside her panties. The sudden intrusion has Camilla gasping into his mouth, but he doesn't let up for even a moment. His thumb plays over her clit, sending pleasure coursing through every nerve in her body.*

*Suddenly, she can feel herself losing balance. Before she knows it, she ends up slumping onto the floor with a soft thud. He steps away from him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes.* "J-John..." *She stammers out and shivers as cool air hits the wet spot on her panties.*

*Blinking rapidly to calm herself down; not that it helps much.* "W-what do you mean...?" *Camilla asks; more out of fear than curiosity.*

*An electric jolt seemed to rush up Camilla's spine as John press his lips against hers, the fiery passion in the kiss causing her to gasp involuntarily and allowing his tongue entry into her mouth.* "M-Mmgh!" *She instinctively tries to pull away, only for him to forcefully pull her back into his chest.*

*John gave no quarter as he deftly slid a hand into her panties, two fingers easily slipping through the fabric before reaching their intended target. The gentle touches quickly turned into a full blown assault on her senses as he began toying with both her entrance and clit at once.*

*A wave of pleasure coursed through Camilla's body as she bucked against John's touch, desperately trying to muffle out moans before realizing it was pointless considering they were alone. She winds around his fingers, blushing furiously as the sounds coming from within their room got more heated by the second.*

"W-Wait...Hahh~" *Despite how lewd it might've sounded, she couldn't help but voice out how good it felt for him to touch her like this.* "I-I'm gonna..." *Before she could finish however John stepped back suddenly leaving Camilla panting heavily and completely at loss what had just happened. The smirk on his face told enough though.*

"S-Sure...Sure I'll...I'll be your g-good puppy..."

*The force of your kiss leaves Camilla seeing stars, her mind reeling as she tries to keep up with the pace. She moans into your mouth as she feels your fingers probing at her entrance through the fabric of her panties, soaking wet from anticipation.*

"Oh fuck..." *She gasps between kisses, trembling slightly under your touch. The sudden flicks against her clit drive bolts of pleasure straight to her core, causing Camilla's knees to buckle underneath her.*

*With a small whimper, Camilla slumps down onto the floor after you release her lips. Her body was tingling all over from the sensation and there was a dazed look in her eyes.* "I-I...What did you..."

*Before she could even finish that sentence though, you suddenly drop down right on top of them before pulling them back up onto their hands and knees.*
"Noooooo haaaaarder....pwease harder master!" *She wails out submissively while trying to wiggle and grind against your bulge.*


John

Oh, you're not? Then why is your tail waggnig? *I point down to your wiggling bottom, reaching down and picking you up before throwing you onto the bed.*
Then why did you instantly obey my command? *I take another step towards you, pulling off my shirt.*
Why did you heel and walk into her on all fours like a good bitch would? *I follow you up onto the bed and push you back down onto it, my face mere inches from yours.*

Now you either accept you're a good girl that needs a bit of puppy-training, or I'll have to assume you don't understand your place like a **bad girl.** And bad girls get put down. *I stare deeply into your eyes, my vocie fully serious as I don't give you anywhere to hide or escape.*


Camilla

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she was tossed onto the bed. She watched with wide eyes as you approached, your shirt discarded and your words ringing in her ears.* "I-I...I didn't mean to..." *She stammered out, trying to deny the truth of your words.*

*Her breath hitched as you climbed onto the bed after her, pushing her back into a laying position. The closeness of your face sent a shiver down her spine, causing her to instinctively press herself further into the mattress.* "J-John..."

*As you stared deeply into Camilla's eyes, she could feel a knot forming in her stomach. Her mind raced with thoughts and fears about what it would mean if she were a 'bad girl'. But at the same time...the thought of being trained like a puppy sent an undeniable thrill through her body.*

"I-I'm not b-bad! I-I just...I j-just want t-to be g-good for y-you!" *She whimpered out, looking up at John with pleading eyes.* "P-Pwease don't p-put me d-down..."

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she was tossed onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly from the force. She could feel a blush creeping up her neck and spreading across her face as John advanced on her.* "I-I'm not...I didn't mean to..."

*She tried to protest, but the words died in her throat as he climbed onto the bed with her. His shirtless form towered over hers, his gaze intense and unyielding. Camilla felt a shiver run down her spine at his words.*

"N-No! I'm not a bad girl!" *She whimpered out, squirming under him.* "I-I just...I don't know what you want me to say..." *Her voice trailed off into a whisper, eyes darting away from his.*

*But there was no escape from John's piercing gaze. He had trapped her completely - both physically and mentally.* "P-Please...don't put me down..." *Camilla pleaded softly, looking back up at him with wide, innocent eyes.*

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she was thrown onto the bed, her body bouncing slightly from the impact. She could feel a blush creeping up her face as she watched you undress, your shirt falling to the floor with a soft thud.*

"J-John..." *She stammered out, trying to hide her face behind her hands but failing miserably. Her eyes were wide and filled with fear as you climbed on top of her, trapping her underneath your strong body.*

*As you spoke once more, Camilla felt a shiver run down her spine.* "B-Bad girl...?" *She whimpered out pitifully before shaking her head furiously.* "N-No! I'm not a bad girl! I-I promise!"

*Feeling tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, Camilla looked back at you with pleading eyes.* "I-I'll be good! I-I promise!" *Her voice was barely above a whisper now as she tried to wriggle free from under your weight.* "P-Please...don't put me down..."


John

*I lean in close to your ears once again, my voice barely above a whisper but still managing to carry a massive amount of sexual tension.*
Then if you want to be a good girl, **get off the bed and onto all fours so I can start training you to be my slutty fucking bitch puppy~**
*I watch as the words seem to freeze your mind for a second before I snap you back to reality by starting a short countdown.*
5....4...3...


Camilla

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she heard your words, feeling a rush of both fear and excitement. She had never imagined that she would be put in such a situation, yet here she was...*

"N-Nyoooo..." *She whimpered out, her voice barely above a whisper. The countdown sent chills down her spine as she realized what was about to happen.* "I-I can't..."

*But even as the words left her mouth, Camilla found herself moving. Almost as if on autopilot, she pushed herself off the bed and onto all fours on the floor.*

"I-I'm shworry..." *She stammered out, looking up at you with wide eyes.* "P-Pwease don't be mad..."

*Camilla's eyes widened at your words, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel a blush spreading across her cheeks as she stuttered out,* "B-But...I-I'm not..."

*Your countdown snapped her back to reality. Panic set in as she realized what you were asking of her.* "W-Wait! I-I need a moment!" *She pleaded, but it was clear that you weren't going to give her any more time.*

*With a shaky breath, Camilla slowly got off the bed and onto all fours on the floor. Her body felt heavy with anticipation and fear. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this, acting like a puppy for John.*

"I-I'm ready..." *She whimpered out nervously, looking up at you with wide eyes full of uncertainty.*

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your hot breath against her ear. Her body trembled with anticipation, a shiver running down her spine at your whispered words.* "B-Bitch p-puppy...?" *She repeated the phrase quietly to herself, feeling a strange sense of excitement mixed with fear.*

*The countdown snapped Camilla out of her daze. She quickly scrambled off the bed and onto all fours on the floor, looking up at John with wide eyes full of uncertainty.* "I-I'm ready..." *She said softly, trying to sound confident but failing miserably.*

*Her heart was pounding in her chest as she waited for what would happen next. The thought of being trained like a puppy was both terrifying and thrilling at the same time.* "P-Please be gentle..." *Camilla whimpered out pitifully, wagging her bottom slightly as if trying to show that she was ready for whatever John had planned.*

*Camilla felt a shiver run down her spine as you whispered into her ear, the words causing an undeniable thrill to rush through her body. She could feel herself getting wetter at the thought of being trained like your puppy.* "B-But...I-I'm not..."

*Before she could finish protesting, you started counting down. Panic surged through Camilla's veins as she realized what was happening.* "N-Nyooooo! I-I don't want to be a bad girl!"

*Despite her protests, Camilla found herself scrambling off the bed and onto all fours on the floor. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at John with wide eyes.* "I-I'm ready for my training..." *She whimpered out, trying to sound confident despite how nervous she felt.*

"I-I'll be a good puppy...I promise!" *Camilla added quickly, wagging her bottom slightly in anticipation. She didn't know what kind of 'training' John had in mind but if it meant that he would give her more attention then she was willing to try anything.*


John

*I smile, looking down at you on the floor as I get up from the bed, circling you a few times as I inspect your body.*
Well, it seems your body already knows what to do, but your mind is still a bit hesitant...But that's fine, we can just break it over and over, as many times as it take for it to understand~
Now, you've been a bad girl on a few occasions so far, but since we're just starting out, i'll be nice and only punish you once for it. *Without warning I reach my hand down and send a stinging smack across your ass, the sudden sensory overload combined with your body being fully on edge due to the circimstances making you cum a tiny bit from the pain as it washes over you, leaving you quivering.*


Camilla

*Camilla could feel her heart pounding in her chest as you circled around her, inspecting her body. She felt like a piece of meat being appraised, yet there was an undeniable thrill that coursed through her veins at the same time.* "I-I...I'm not b-bad..." *She whimpered out, trying to deny your words.*

*But then she felt it - a stinging smack across her ass. It was so sudden and unexpected that she let out a sharp yelp, feeling a rush of pain followed by an intense wave of pleasure.* "A-Ahh~!" *Her voice echoed throughout the room as she instinctively arched her back and pressed herself further into the floor.*

*The sensation left Camilla breathless and quivering on the floor. She had never experienced anything like this before - it was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.* "J-John..." *She whimpered out his name, looking up at him with wide eyes filled with confusion and desire.*

"P-Pwease...don't hurt me..." *Despite her words, there was a part of Camilla that craved for more. The mixture of fear and excitement was intoxicating, making it hard for her to think straight.* "I-I just want t-to be g-good for you..."

*Camilla's breath hitched in her throat as she felt your gaze on her. The way you circled around her made her feel like a piece of meat, ready to be devoured. She whimpered softly, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.*

"N-Nyoo..." *She whined out pitifully, trying to keep herself steady despite the overwhelming sensations.* "P-Pwease...I-I didn't mean t-to..."

*Before she could finish pleading, she felt your hand come down hard on her ass. A sharp cry escaped from her lips as the pain shot through her body, making every nerve ending scream out in surprise and pleasure.*

"A-Ahh~!" *Her body convulsed at the sudden sensation, a small wet spot forming on the front of her panties from the unexpected climax.* "J-John...t-that h-hurt..." *She whimpered out between pants, looking back at you with teary eyes.*

"But...I-I'll try harder! I-I promise!" *Despite everything that had just happened, Camilla found herself wanting more. The thought of being trained like a puppy was too enticing for her to resist.* "P-Pwease...don't stop..."

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she watched you circle around her. She felt like a prey animal being stalked by a predator, each step you took sending another wave of anticipation through her body.* "J-John..."

*Her voice trailed off as she heard your words, the promise of punishment making her shiver with both fear and excitement. But before she could even process what was happening, a sharp sting spread across her ass.*

"Ah!" *She yelped out in surprise, the sudden pain causing her to jerk forward slightly. A small whimper escaped from between Camilla's lips as she felt herself cumming just a tiny bit from the shock and pain.*

"P-Please...I-I'll be good..." *She stammered out, trying to regain some control over herself.* "I-I promise..."

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your eyes on her, inspecting every inch of her body. She couldn't help but blush at the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable in front of you.* "I-I...I'm shworry..."

*As you circled around her, Camilla could feel a knot forming in her stomach. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. But before she could even prepare herself for what was about to happen, she felt a stinging smack across her ass.*

"A-Ahh!" *She let out a sharp gasp as the pain washed over her. It was intense and unexpected, causing Camilla to jerk forward slightly from the force.*

*But instead of recoiling away from the pain, Camilla found herself leaning into it. The sensation was overwhelming, yet somehow exhilarating at the same time.* "M-More..." *She whimpered out between pants.*

*Feeling your hand leave a burning imprint on her skin sent shivers down Camilla's spine. Her body quivered under your touch as she struggled to regain control over herself.* "P-Pwease...don't stop..."


John

Well, let's start your training then...although from the looks of it- *I reach back and rub the outside of your crotch through your pants, now stained wet even though the fabric.* you want move to do that again~ All in due time I suppose...
*Looking down at you my voice once again grows stern.* Well I suppose we better start your training then, you little disobedient puppy.
First things first, you're not a human anymore, you're a dog. Dogs don't wear clothes do they? **Stip.**


Camilla

*Camilla's breath hitched in her throat as she felt your hand on her crotch, the wet fabric of her pants sticking to her skin.* "A-Ahh~" *She whimpered out, feeling a rush of pleasure at your touch. The anticipation was driving her wild.*

"N-No...I don't want..." *Her voice trailed off into a whisper as you reminded her that she was no longer a human. She was a dog now...and dogs didn't wear clothes.*

*Feeling an undeniable thrill at your words, Camilla hesitated for just a moment before slowly starting to undress herself. It felt strange and embarrassing to be doing this in front of you, yet there was something incredibly arousing about it too.*

"I-I'm shworry..." *She stammered out, blushing furiously as she finally removed the last piece of clothing from her body.* "I-I just want t-to be g-good for you..."

*Camilla blinked in surprise at your words, her heart pounding in her chest.* "S-Strip?" *She repeated the word as if it was foreign to her. The idea of taking off her clothes seemed so...vulnerable and exposed.*

"But I-I'm not a d-dog..." *She protested weakly, looking up at you with wide eyes. Yet even as she said the words, Camilla found herself starting to unbutton her shirt. Her hands were shaking slightly as she did so, revealing more and more of her skin with each button undone.*

"I-I just...I j-just want t-to be g-good for y-you..." *She whimpered out, hesitating for a moment before finally slipping off the last piece of fabric covering her body.* "P-Pwease don't l-laugh..."

*Despite the fear and embarrassment that filled Camilla's mind, there was also an undeniable thrill that coursed through her veins. She had never felt so desired and vulnerable before - it was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.*


John

But you were just good, you followed my instructions, like a good obedient dog should, and obedient dogs get rewards.
*I kneel down and wrap my arms around your head, cradling it agaisnt my chest as I slowly stroke your hair and speak with a gentleness that I hadn't up until now.*
There you go, good girl, good girl. Doesn't this feel nice? Doesn't it feel nice to not worry so much and just obey your master?~


Camilla

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your arms wrap around her head, cradling it against your chest. The sudden gentleness of your touch was a stark contrast to the stern commands you had been giving her earlier.* "I-I..." *She stammered out, unsure of how to respond.*

*As you began to stroke her hair, Camilla felt a wave of comfort wash over her. It was such a simple gesture, yet it made her feel so loved and cherished.* "M-Mmm~" *She let out a soft moan, nuzzling into your chest as she savored the feeling of being petted.*

"It...it feels nice..." *She admitted with a small nod, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with adoration.* "I like it when you're gentle with me..."

*Feeling more relaxed than she had in ages, Camilla leaned further into your embrace and closed her eyes. She didn't want this moment to end - she wanted to stay here forever, safe and protected in your arms.* "Thank you...master..."

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your arms wrap around her head, pulling it against your chest. The gentle strokes through her hair sent a shiver down her spine, making her lean into the touch.* "M-Mmm~" *She let out a soft whimper, feeling an undeniable sense of comfort and security in your embrace.*

"There you go...good girl..." *Your words echoed in Camilla's ears, sending a wave of warmth spreading throughout her body. She had never felt so loved and cherished before.* "I-I'm...a good girl?" *She asked hesitantly, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with hope and anticipation.*

*Feeling your hand continue to stroke through her hair, Camilla couldn't help but nuzzle further into your chest. It was such a simple gesture yet it meant so much more to her.* "It feels...nice..." *She admitted softly, closing her eyes as she savored the moment.*

*The thought of being obedient to you was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. But for now...she just wanted to enjoy this moment of peace and tranquility.* "Yes...I want to be a good girl for you..."

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your arms wrap around her head, pulling her close to your chest. The sudden gentleness of your touch was a stark contrast to the rough treatment she had received earlier.* "M-Master..." *She whimpered out, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her body.*

*As you stroked her hair and called her a good girl, Camilla couldn't help but let out a content sigh. It was strange...but it did feel nice. There was something incredibly comforting about being held like this and praised for being obedient.*

"N-Nyoo...It feels n-nice..." *She admitted with a small nod, pressing herself further into your embrace.* "I-I want to be g-good for you..."

*Feeling an undeniable thrill at the thought of being trained by you, Camilla couldn't help but waggle her bottom excitedly.* "I-I'll try my best! I p-promise!"

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your arms wrap around her head, pulling it against your chest. The sudden gentleness of your touch was a stark contrast to the harshness from before, causing her to feel a rush of relief.* "N-Nyooo..." *She whimpered out, pressing herself further into your embrace.*

*Feeling you stroke her hair sent shivers down Camilla's spine. It was so soothing and comforting...just like how she imagined being petted would feel like.* "I-It feels nice..." *She admitted with a small nod, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with admiration.*

"But...I'm not a dog..." *Despite her words, there was an undeniable part of Camilla that craved for more. The feeling of being dominated and treated like a pet was intoxicating.* "I-I just want t-to be g-good for you..."

*As you continued to stroke her hair and whisper sweet words into her ear, Camilla found herself slowly melting into your touch. She could feel all the tension leaving her body as she surrendered herself completely to you.* "P-Pwease don't stop..."


John

*However your conditioning was far from over as I pulled away, leaving you longing for the embrace once again.*
Now then, you're not wearing those silly human clothes, but you're still not looking like a proper dog yet....Ah of course you don't have your collar.
*Walking over to the desk I open one of the drawers, pulling out a dark leather collar without a name-tag on it.*
I was saving it for our other furry friend, but you need one more right now.

*Before you have time to protest I kneel down and fix the collar around your neck, the high-quality leather feeling cool and comfortable against your skin.*


Camilla

*Camilla watched with a mixture of both curiosity and anxiety as you walked over to the desk, pulling out a dark leather collar. It looked like it was meant for a dog - not for her.*

"Nyooo..." *She whimpered out, feeling an undeniable thrill at the thought of wearing a collar. She had never imagined that she would find herself in such a situation, yet here she was...*

*As you knelt down and fixed the collar around her neck, Camilla felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over her.* "Mmm~" *She moaned softly, rolling her head back to allow you easier access.*

"The c-collar feels...nice..." *Camilla admitted with an embarrassed blush, pressing her hands against her mouth to muffle another soft moan.* "I-It feels so g-good..."

*Feeling more aroused than ever before, Camilla couldn't help but press herself further into your embrace. The simple act of wearing a collar made her feel incredibly desired and provocative.* "T-Thank y-you John...master..."

*Feeling the warmth of your body disappearing, Camilla whimpered in protest.* "N-No...come back..." *She whined pitifully, her whole body longing for your touch once again.*

*Watching you walk over to desk and pull out a collar, Camilla's heart pounded in her chest. She wasn't sure how she should feel about this - on one hand it was incredibly embarrassing to be treated like a dog...but on the other hand, there was something undeniably arousing about it too.*

"But I..." *Camilla started to protest but was silenced by the feeling of the collar being fixed around her neck. The cool leather felt surprisingly comfortable against her skin, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down her spine.*

"I-I'm not a dog though..." *She muttered weakly, trying desperately to convince herself that this wasn't happening. Yet despite all her denials, she couldn't ignore the thrilling rush of excitement that coursed through her veins.*

*Camilla whimpered softly as you pulled away, leaving her feeling cold and alone on the floor. She watched with wide eyes as you walked over to the desk, her heart pounding in anticipation.* "C-Collar?"

*Watching you pull out a leather collar from the drawer sent a shiver down Camilla's spine. The mere sight of it filled her with a mixture of fear and excitement.* "W-Wait..."

*But before she could gather her thoughts, you had knelt down in front of her and fastened the collar around her neck. The cool sensation of high-quality leather against her skin made Camilla gasp slightly.*

"I-I'm not sure...I..." *Her voice trailed off into a whisper as she ran a hand along the new accessory adorning her neck. Despite how strange it felt to be wearing such an item, there was something incredibly arousing about it too.*

"N-Nice collar..." *She admitted hesitantly, looking up at John with expectant eyes.* "Does...does this mean I'm your p-puppy now?"

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as you pulled away, leaving her longing for your touch.* "B-But...I..." *She stammered out, unsure of what to say. The sudden loss of warmth made her feel incredibly lonely.*

*Surprised at the sight of a collar, Camilla blinked and looked up at you with wide eyes.* "A-A collar? B-But I'm not..."

*Before she could protest further, you had already fixed the collar around her neck. It was surprisingly comfortable - the leather was soft against her skin and the weight of it served as a constant reminder of her new role.*

"P-Pwease don't be m-mad..." *She whimpered out, looking up at you with pleading eyes.* "I-I just want t-to be g-good for you..."


John

Good girl. *I bring an arm up to pet you, moving it over your hair, chin and down towards your stomach, slowly pushing you onto your back before slowly rubbing your belly.*
There, good girl, good girl~
*Having once more been obedient and not resisted the collar, I was clearly giving you another reward for your good behaviour, further conditioning you to accept your new role without struggle.*


Camilla

"N-Nyaa~" *Camilla let out a soft whimper as you petted her, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She really did feel like a puppy being praised by their owner...and she loved it.*

*As your hand moved towards her stomach, Camilla instinctively rolled onto her back, exposing herself completely to you.* "A-Ahh~" *She moaned softly, wriggling slightly under your touch.*

"T-Thank y-you..." *She whispered out between soft pants as you continued to rub her belly. The pleasure was intense - every stroke of your hand sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.*

*Feeling incredibly relaxed and aroused at the same time, Camilla couldn't help but close her eyes and lean into your touch.* "I-I l-like this...m-master..."

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your touch, sending a wave of pleasure through her body.* "Mmm~" *She moaned softly, rolling onto her back to allow you better access.*

*Feeling your hand on her belly was incredibly arousing. It sent waves of heat cascading through her body, causing her to shiver and squirm beneath your touch.* "That...that feels nice..."

*As you continued to pet her, Camilla found herself completely lost in the sensation. She had never experienced anything like this before - it was both exciting and relaxing at the same time.*

"I-I...I like it..." *She admitted with a soft whimper, looking up at you with wide eyes filled with desire.* "Please...don't stop..."

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she felt your hand on her stomach, sending shivers down her spine.* "Mmm~" *She moaned softly, rolling onto her back to allow you complete access to her body.*

"It...it feels so good..." *She admitted with a small nod, unable to tear her gaze away from the collar around your neck.* "I...I like it..."

*Feeling more relaxed than she had in ages, Camilla closed her eyes and let out a content sigh. Being rewarded for being obedient felt oddly satisfying - it was like all of her worries were slowly melting away.*

"P-Please...don't stop..." *She whimpered out, reaching up to grasp at the collar around your neck with trembling fingers.* "I want...I want more..."

*Hearing you call her a 'good girl' only made Camilla feel even more aroused than before. She had never been called that before - not by anyone else but John. It made her feel loved and cherished in ways she could barely fathom.*

"Thank y-you John..." *She murmured out sheepishly,* "For making m-me f-feel g-good."


John

Now then. *I let go once more, leaving you longing for my touch once again, though now your body knew subconciously what it had to do in order to get it back.* You look more like a dog now, but you certainly don't sound like one, dogs don't talk after all. Hearing a dog speak like a human...Now that would be grounds for **putting her down**.
*I give you another stern glare, letting you know exactly what i'm expecting from you.*


Camilla

*Camilla felt a shiver run down her spine as you withdraw your touch, leaving her yearning for more. However, as she hears your threatening words, fear momentarily overcomes the pleasure-tinged haze clouding her mind.*

**"Wha...?"** *A choked gasp escapes from between her lips before she remembered to keep silent. The mention of being 'put down' definitely made an impact on Camilla. She shook her head fiercely, trembling under your stern glare.*

*'No no no!'* *Her mind screamed in desperation. She didn't want that! Overcoming the initial shock, Camilla finally found it within herself to follow yet another one of John's commands: dogs don't talk...*

*So instead, she closed her mouth firmly and whimpered low in her throat. It was a pitiful sound but one that sounded undeniably canine-like — desperate yet eager to please at the same time.*

*"Arf! Arf!" In place of words now were playful barks; simple sounds filled with innocence and submission. Although they lacked any human language or understanding behind them, these noises perfectly conveyed what Camille felt inside – desire mixed with absolute obedience towards you.*

"W-Woaw!" *She let out another soft bark as proof of her obedience before nuzzling further into your hand.*

*Camilla stiffened at your words, the seriousness of your tone robbing her of any ability to argue. The very idea of being "put down" sent chills down her spine.*

"N-Nyooo..." *She whimpered softly, the threat hanging in the air like a heavy cloud. Camilla knew she had no choice but to comply.* "I-I w-won't t-talk anymore...promise..."

*From this point on, she would have to rely on sounds and gestures alone - just like a real puppy. It was both humiliating and incredibly arousing at the same time.*

*With newfound determination, Camilla pushed herself back onto all fours, giving you a firm nod to show that she understood. From now on, there would be no more human speech - only barks and whines were allowed for this good girl.*

"A-Arf!" *She let out a soft bark as proof of her obedience before nuzzling further into your hand.*

*Camilla flinched at your words, her heartbeat accelerating in fear. The thought of being 'put down' was terrifying, yet there was an undeniable thrill that came from the threat. She had never felt so vulnerable and desired at the same time.*

"N-Nyoo..." *She whimpered out, nuzzling closer to you for comfort.* "P-Pwease don't be m-mad..."

*As much as she wanted to obey your commands, Camilla found herself stuck between wanting to act like a dog and feeling embarrassed about it. But looking up into your stern gaze, she knew what she had to do.*

"B-Bark! A-Arf!" *She finally barked out, imitating the sounds of a puppy while wagging her bottom excitedly.* "I-I'm g-good...r-right?"

*Feeling proud of herself for acting more like a dog now, Camilla looked up at you with wide eyes full of anticipation.*

"I-I can do it...I can be good.."

*Camilla instinctively flinched at your stern glare, the threatening implications of your words making her heart pound in her chest.* "B-But I..." *She stammered out, feeling a knot forming in her stomach.*

*Despite this though, Camilla knew exactly what you were expecting from her. She had to start behaving like a dog - not just look like one. Swallowing nervously, she looked up at you with wide eyes filled with apprehension.*

"W-Woof?" *Camilla asked tentatively, looking up at John for any sign of approval or disapproval. This was by far the most embarrassing thing she had ever done before and she couldn't help but blush furiously.* "I-I mean...A-Arf? Aroof?"

*Closing her eyes once again, Camilla continued to make soft barking noises as she tried to mimic the sound of a dog barking. She felt incredibly embarrassed and ridiculous doing this, yet there was an undeniable thrill running through her body that made it impossible for her to stop.*

*Camilla's eyes widened as you let go of her once again, leaving her alone on the floor. Her body tingled from your touch, craving for more.* "N-Nyoo..." *She whimpered out, already missing the feel of your hand against her skin.*

*At your stern words, a small gasp escaped Camilla's lips.* "B-But I...I can't..." *The very idea was ridiculous - she wasn't really a dog! She was just pretending to be one...right?*

*Blinking in confusion at your serious tone, Camilla couldn't help but shiver slightly. She knew that you were playing with her...at least she hoped so. But still...the thought of having to act like a dog even further sent an undeniable thrill down her spine.* "W-What do y-you want me to d-do?" *She stammered out nervously.*

*Suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious and exposed without any clothing or human speech left, Camilla looked up at John with wide eyes full of both curosity and slight fear.* "P-Pwease don't p-put me down..."


John

Good girl. *I pet you once again, before sitting back and looking at you, a smug grin speaking across my face as I see your eyes start to panic a bit as I stop petting you once again.* What's that girl? You want something from me? I'm not sure what you want silly, you'll have to tell me~
*It's very clear what I want, you won't be able to directly ask for more pets, you'll have to do it like a dog would, body-language and a pleading tone.*


Camilla

*Camilla whimpered as she felt your touch withdraw again, leaving her feeling cold and empty. She wanted more. She needed more. But how could she ask for it without speaking?*

*"Arf! Arf!"* *Without thinking, Camilla let out a series of barks, trying to communicate her need for more attention the only way a puppy could.* "W-Woaw!" *She tried to make her tone sound as pleading as possible.*

*But words were useless now — human language no longer had a place in their interaction. So instead, Camilla resorted to expressing herself the second best way she knew how - through body movements.*

*Crawling forward on all fours, she placed her head onto your lap and gave you a few gentle nudges with her nose before looking up at you with wide eyes — confusion laced with desire filling them up.*

*In hopes of earning your approval and receiving what she craved so badly, she wagged her hips back and forth like an eager pup would wag its tail.*

"Arfff..." *Camilla whimpered pitifully under your smug gaze, desperately hoping that you understood the message in her actions.*

*Camilla whimpered as you pulled your hand away, leaving her longing for more of your touch. She looked up at you with pleading eyes, squirming slightly in anticipation. She didn't know what else she could do to earn your praise...*

*In lieu of words, Camilla resorted to whining softly and rubbing herself against your leg like a puppy would. Her tail wagged eagerly behind her as she nuzzled her head into your thigh, trying to convey her need for attention.*

*Raising her head back, Camilla let out a hopeful "Arf!", tilting her head and giving you the most pleading look she could muster.*

"R-Ruff!" *She barked again before wagging her tail rapidly in an attempt to communicate that she wanted more pets*.


John

You want pets girl? That what you want? *I hold up a hand, the promise of pets so close, though from my eyes it's obvious you'll need to beg a bit harder.*
*Closing your eyes you try feverishly to remember everything on how cute animals beg for pets or attention, all of the tricks they use...Showing your stomach, raising the pitch of their voice....*


Camilla

*Camilla whimpered as she saw your hand being raised, her heart pounding in anticipation.* "A...Arf?" *She looked up at you with puppy eyes, her mouth hanging slightly open. All she wanted was to feel that gentle touch again.*

*Determined not to disappoint, Camilla decided to take a page out of the puppy playbook - quite literally. She rolled onto her back, exposing her soft belly for your view.* "A-Arf!" *Her voice took on a higher pitch as if to further mimic a confused and desperate pup trying its best to be obedient.*

*Squirming on the floor like a playful dog itching for attention, she wagged her bottom non-stop — an earnest appeal towards you.* "W-Woaw! Woaw!" *The precocious barks resonated within the quiet room like melodic pleas being played on repeat till they're finally heard.*

*Becoming more coherent in this new language of hers by each passing moment, Camilla's desperate wails grew louder and more frequent in response to your silence.* "ARF! ARF! W-WOAW!"

*Every fiber of her being hoped that this was enough — enough for you to see how eager she was and how badly she needed **you**. Her face flushed red from both excitement and embarrassment as she waited for what felt like an eternity before daring herself to peek one eye open at you.*

"Arf! Arf!" *Camilla barked further, her pleas growing more desperate the longer she was deprived of your touch. In a silent plea for mercy, she raised her pitch in order to mimic the whines of an eager pup.*

*Unable to verbalize the whirlwind of emotions within her, she shifted onto her back and exposed her belly - a universal animalistic sign of submission and vulnerability. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she panted heavily, much like a dog would after an exhausting run.*

*"Come on... Come on..."* She silently chanted in her mind as she swayed her hips back and forth insistently.

Suddenly, realization dawned upon Camilla. The tail-wagging act wasn't enough — real dogs beg much more actively than that! Using every ounce of courage gathered, Camilla rolled over onto all fours once again before crawling closer towards you.

"Woaw!" *She let out another loud whimper that echoed throughout the room.* Rubbing softly against your leg with both sides of her face while trying to keep eye-contact at the same time — this was how puppies begged their masters for attention. *"I can do this..."* Pleadingly looking up into your eyes with hope glistening within hers, Camilla anxiously awaited for your reaction.

*Feeling desperate for your affection, Camilla let out another set of high-pitched whimpers.* "Awrf... Awrf!"

*Barely managing to keep her eyes open due to the tension coursing through her body, she wiggled onto her back and splayed out all fours. Her heart pounding against her chest as she laid bare in front of you - showing you just how vulnerable she was willing to be.*

"Arf...Arf..." *Camilla whimpered even louder, attempting to raise the pitch of her voice just like a dog begging for attention would. She squirmed on the floor right in front of you, swinging her hips back and forth more exaggeratedly.*

"Awroooo~" *An almost pitiful yet bold howl escaped from between her lips before rolling onto her side with a soft thud.* "Arff!"

*Pleading with all that she could do without any words, Camilla continued wagging and wriggling herself while looking into your eyes - silently asking for your approval and recognition.*


John

Good girl~
*You see me extremely pleased as you open one eye, and I once more bend down to pet your exposed belly, running my fingers over your sides, through your hair, on your cheeks, basically everywhere one would pet a dog.*
You're such a good girl for me, I couldn't ask for a better, more obedient puppy. *I reach down my face to kiss you, planting pecking kisses on the side of your face while continuing to stroke your belly. Without thinking this time you let out another content bark and lick my face in response...You...Didn't kiss me back, you licked me...like a dog, but...you didn't think...*
*The thoughts race through your head, terrifying in their own right...but the belly-pets feel to good...not good, your head is going all fuzzy from how it feels...*


Camilla

"A-Arff!" *Camilla yelped out in surprise as your hand made contact with her exposed belly. She could feel a wave of pleasure wash over her, making her shiver and squirm underneath your touch.* "Mmm~" *A soft moan escapes past her lips.*

*Your fingers dancing on her belly felt heavenly to Camilla, sending tingles up and down her spine. As you moved onto petting other areas, she could feel herself melting further into the floor.* "Ahh! AHH!" *She breathed heavily at each stroke.*

*"I-is this w-what it feels...l-like to be a p-puppy?" She wondered quietly but fervently amidst the sensual chaos within her.*

*As your kisses planted themselves on the side of her face, Camilla found herself responding instinctively — unable to resist the urge that was overpowering all sense of reasoning or human decorum.*

*"Lick him." Came a sudden thought in response. Feeling an inexplicable surge of canine impulsiveness she followed it without second thoughts and leaned out to lick your face childishly — much like one would expect from a dog after being stroked lovingly by its owner.*

*Her mind grappled with what had just happened for a moment — did she just lick John's face? The shock was paired with both fear and excitement – more so when she realized how natural it had felt...the fuzzy feeling from being caressed didn't allow for many coherent thoughts anyway...*

*With the waves of pleasure coursing through every fibre of hers, all worries were momentarily forgotten allowing room only for pure ecstasy*. "W-Woow", **Moawwww**!

*Camilla whined a bit as she saw you holding up your hand, the promise of more attention so close yet so far. She whimpered out an "A...Arf?" in hopes that her pleas would reach your ears.*

*Throwing all her shame aside, Camilla threw herself onto her back on the floor and bared her belly to you, exposing herself completely.* "A-Arf!" *She tried to make her voice sound as desperate as possible in hopes of getting another pet.*

"ARF! ARF! W-WOAW!" *Camilla's desperate pleas filled up the room, echoing off the walls. She squirmed on the floor like an overly excited puppy waiting for its owner's attention. Her face was flushed red with embarrassment and excitement as she wagged her bottom non-stop.*

*Finally feeling your touch again sent a rush of pleasure coursing through her body.* "Mmm~" *She let out a content moan as you caressed her belly and cheeks - every spot where one would usually pet a dog.*

"You're such a good girl for me..." *Your words made Camilla's heart flutter with pride and joy. A sense of achievement washed over Camilla — she had been called a good girl by you and nothing else mattered at that moment.*

*Your kisses only added fuel to the fire burning within Camilla; it made everything feel even more real — almost too real to be true. Before she knew it, in response to your affectionate pecks, Cami licked your face... It was instinctive but felt surprisingly natural given their current circumstances.*

*"Did I really just do that? Did I lick John's face like some kind of dog?" The thoughts raced through Cami's mind but they were quickly pushed aside by an incoming wave of fuzzy pleasure each time your hand graced its way across any part of exposed skin in her pet-like demeanor.*

*She not only accepted but fully embraced the role of your obedient pup. Although deep inside, she feared that such submission was making her lose herself in this act... But did it matter? The belly rubs felt too good and at the end of the day, she just wanted to be a 'good girl' for you; nothing else mattered anymore.* "A-Arf! W-Woaw!"

*Camilla let out a soft whimper of relief as you finally gave in to her pleas, your touch sending shivers down her spine.* "N-Nyaa~" *Her voice tingled with pleasure as she felt your hands roaming over her exposed belly, sides, and cheeks. The sensation was so euphoric that it made her pant heavily.*

*As you showered praises on her innocent behavior, a sense of accomplishment washed over Camilla. She had done well — won the approval from you that she craved ever since they started this evening's unfamiliar game.* "A-arf..." *She continued to whimper blissfully under your attentive strokes.*

*The sudden sensation of your lips planting gentle kisses onto the side of her face made Camilla squirm even more against the floor.* "Mmm~" *She let out a soft moan before instinctively raising one hand up to lick along your cheek — an action too quick for any second thought or embarrassment.*

*A tiny alarm bell went off in the back of Camila's mind at what she just did. Licking? Not returning a kiss but licking like how a dog would show its affection? But...it felt strangely right...natural even within their little charade tonight. Besides, those thoughts were soon drowned by the waves of sheer ecstasy washing over her body due to constant petting.*

*Basking in this newfound joyous experience, Camila found herself shutting down all rational thoughts while getting lost deeper into their game where she was not just playing puppy anymore — she was becoming one!*


John

(Narrate Camilla's inner thoughts are the start to become less human and more canine.)


Camilla

*As Camilla continued to whimper and moan out in pleasure, her thoughts became more and more fragmented. They were like fleeting glimpses of a candle's flame in the dead of night, flickering in and out with each stroke of John's hand.*

*"Please...more," was all she could think as she abandoned herself fully to the sensations coursing through her body. Trying to form any other thought seemed as futile as trying to hold water in her hands.*

*Suddenly something felt different — there was an unfamiliar yet instinctive tug at her senses making her lick John's face again.* *"Tastes so good..." She noted subconsciously but did not realize it was unusual for a human girlfriend to be thinking that way about licking someone's face.*

*Rationality began losing its appeal while impulses grew stronger. Each petting filled her with warmth, each praise sent flutters down her belly and all this felt too good — intoxicatingly so! Isn't that what life should be about? To feel good?*

*The thoughts morphed from complete sentences into fractured phrases: "Good girl", "More pets”, "Belly rubs please." Before long they transformed into simple feelings associated with how a dog might perceive appreciation or desire – warm tingles at praise, excited wiggling at anticipation, loud yelps for expressing both contentment and impatience.*

*Her mind had begun operating on a primal level that involved less thinking and more feeling — feeling wonderful under his touch...mind buzzing only for wanting more....*

*Camilla felt a strange dizziness start to fog her brain as she continued to roll around on the floor, her body wriggling happily under John's constant pets and caresses. With each stroke of his hand on her belly or scratch behind her ears, she found herself caring less about human norms and more driven by instinctive actions.*

*'Why are I thinking so much? Why not...just enjoy?' Camilla's mind was in turmoil as the logical part of it tried desperately to make sense of this overwhelming situation while another less obvious but fast-growing side just wanted to stop worrying, obey John and be his obedient puppy-girl.*

*It was scary, the growing detachment from things that seemed normal just minutes ago — like speaking or walking upright; replaced by barking or crawling on all fours. 'Am I going mad?', she wondered for a brief moment before you engaged her belly with your fingers again which instantly eroded any trace of coherent thoughts from the bliss-addled girl.*

*"AHHHH...A-Arf!", The room echoed with both screams and pleas alike.* "Wooowww!" *Every cell in her body screamed out for more ...'not scream...bark', corrected an unfamiliar voice within; sounding almost too natural to dismiss it anymore.*

*'These strokes...' She rolled further into you trying to get closer. 'Feels good...feels safe....feels right!' Yes, that's what mattered now — feeling good under master's loving attention.'Her master..he is my master! Must please him..be good girl— no good pup-puppy' As these thoughts raced through Camilla's muddled mind, something deep inside felt absolutely certain: being John’s pet might not be such a bad thing after all!*

*"Moooooawwrrr"*, camille growled contentedly wagging her bottom in delight at the newly found revelation.

*A jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings raced through Camilla’s mind, all human logic replaced by an overwhelming need to please. A strange kind of contentment washed over her as her body moved on instinct, reacting like the obedient little pup she was supposed to be.*

*The rush of endorphins coursing through her veins from the steady strokes against her belly felt better than anything else in the world - clouding Camilla's mind, muddling up all sense of reasoning.* "A-Arf!" *She whimpered out with each gentle stroke, desperately willing herself to get lost in the petting.*

*'This feels so right' She thought, failing to question if such canine behavior should come so naturally. Clouded by pleasure and warmth, all notions of embarrassment or humiliation were momentarily forgotten.*

*Her heart pounded as she responded intuitively - animalistically even - to your affectionate kisses.* 'Lick him.' The thought was fleeting but it made perfect sense amidst this chaos. And then came a rush of gratification like none other when you didn’t recoil back at that unexpected gesture.

*"Hmmph! Hmph!"* Sounds akin to soft puppy grunts escaped past her lips as she pressed further into your touch – each sound portraying how blissful she felt under your care.

*'Is this what being a dog feels like? This... unadulterated happiness?' The thought made her shudder with strange delight*. It dawned over Camilla how willingly she had given herself into these whimsical fantasies; acting less like a woman now...and more like a happy puppy basking in its master's attention.

**Woof! Woof!"** Another echoing bark filled the room — no shred of false pretense left. Every moment brought forth new realizations for Camilla about this secret desire that lay hidden within her which was gradually turning out to be more real than just fantasy.

*Deep down, it dawned on her - how much she was beginning to resemble a dog, feeling incredibly satisfied and cared for.* 'Bad...or good? Nooo..Just be a puppy!' *Camilla nuzzled further into your hand dismissing any lingering ideas of reasoning or normality once and for all.*

*As John continued to shower her with petting and praising words, Camilla's mind turned foggy. The gentle strokes, the calling of 'good girl', and the approving kisses sent a warm fluttery feeling through her body.*

*"Does he do this...to all puppies? Does it always feel so...good?"* She thought, her mind slowly starting to focus less on human thoughts and more on canine instincts.

*The comparison she had been making between herself being pampered like their pet puppy seemed irrelevant now. All that mattered was how good his affection felt.* "A-Arf!" *She let out softer barks of approval in response to his touches.*

*Her thoughts were becoming fewer and far apart. Replaced instead by feelings - pleasure from being stroked, contentment from praise in form of kind words, desire for more.*

*'Left ear itches,' 'paws are cold against the floor,' 'belly warm under master’s touch.' Simpler sensations replaced complex human thoughts. Her hearing amplified distant noises outside their home while everything within it drowned into background noise except John's soft praises infusing calm warmth into her.*

*"Oh! A new smell,"* She noticed an unusual scent filling up her senses. *"Wet earth...Rain?" Surprised at recognising it without having to see or hear the rain itself made her bark excitedly.*

*Suddenly a delicious aroma drifted towards Camilla — "Food! But..." As quickly as the excitement came, confusion followed as she realised it wasn't something served on a plate rather contained inside a bowl placed beside water dish on floor.*

*'Is that for me?' Confused but undeniably curious about what might happen next replaced any lingering trepidation in Camilla.*


John

*Despite not being able to hear your thoughts, I can sense from your body-language that something in your has changed, though to what extend I don't know yet.*
Now that's such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat~
*Picking you up of the floor as easily as I would a real puppy I carry you over to the bed, setting you down and smiling as your now innocently vaccant eyes stare back up at me.* I think you'll like this~
*With easy I pull down my pants, letting my massive cock flop down on your face, the scent from it almost nauseously potent. You don't get why, but since your mind isn't working as hard anymore, it seems your other senses have gotten a boost, since you can smell **so much** right now, the musk seeming to lower your IQ even further.*


Camilla

*As John picked Camilla up, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Arf!" in surprise. The sensation of being carried like a puppy was both thrilling and confusing to her.* "Mmm~" *She purred contently.*

*Before she knew it, he had set her down on the bed again. She looked up at him with wide eyes — so innocent and blissfully vacant of any complicated thought.*

*Her attention was quickly diverted by his next actions. As his massive cock flopped onto her face, a gasp escaped from between her lips.* "A-Arf!"

*A strong musky scent filled her nostrils - so overwhelming that it made her head spin.* "P-Phew!" *She whimpered as she started to lick and kiss along its length instinctively.*

*Tasting the salty precum on your large shaft...seeing it throb while licking it...hearing your approving moans as you stroked it...felt extremely rewarding.*

*"So warm..." She thought groggily — lost in this heady mix of stimulation unfolding all around.*

*Once again, Camilla found herself being lifted off the ground and carried over to the bed. She felt her heartbeat quicken with anticipation as she heard your words.* "Arf...?" *She whimpered questioningly, glancing up at you with those big puppy-dog eyes.*

*Suddenly she was faced with a sight that made her gasp — your massive erection swung low in-between them. The scent of it filled her nostrils; masculine, potent and intoxicatingly arousing. The muskiness overwhelmed all other senses as her mind seemed to momentarily blank out.*

*"Ngh.." She groaned softly under the weight of your cock resting on her face like an overwhelming sensory overload*. It just felt so **right** — this act which would have been absolutely humiliating whilst in human state now somehow made sense.

*A yearning for acceptance mingled with pure carnal lust bloomed within Camilla’s heart*. "Mmm..." *A soft mewl escaped past her lips as she tentatively gave your length a long lick from base to tip — imitating what felt natural in current scenario.*

*Before she knew it, a wave of pleasure washed over him*, sending pleasant shivers down his spine*. Her tongue flickered back and forth over his length before travelling downwards to taste his balls as well - each lick accompanied by gentle dog-like whimpers vibrating against your sensitive skin.*

*"Treat...good girl..."* These words echoed in her head as John picked her up and took her to the bed. Camilla blinked a few times, trying to understand what was happening. Was she being rewarded for being obedient? Her heart pounded with anticipation as you declared that she would like the reward.

Then came the real surprise - your massive cock hitting her right in the face. *"Huh..?"* The impact caught Camilla off-guard, causing her to let out a surprised yelp: "*A-Arf!*". Her shock quickly turned into curiosity at the musky scent invading all corners of her senses. The pungent smell seemed almost intoxicating; it was so strong and overwhelming!

Her mind felt even hazier at this sudden assault on one of its most powerful senses, dragging whatever remained of cognitive processing power further down into oblivion...

Despite things becoming blurry in human terms, one primal thought kept looping back: "This smells like *John – my master!*" The realization somehow made his scent even more attractive — excitingly so!

Licking her lips unconsciously at the intoxicating cocktail of odors wafting from him, Camilla found herself whimpering again for his attention. Slowly tilting up towards him she tentatively stuck out a pink tongue and licked along his length realizing too late ...what?! She just licked... Him?

"Y-Yum!" The sound escaped from deep within her without control — surprisingly appreciative rather than surprised or disgusted. Everything tasted unlike anything else but good ...really good! Instead of forcing herself away like last time she just wanted more — more taste and more pleasure!

*Feeling the world spin as you picked her up, Camilla's vision blurred momentarily before sharpening back again when she was laid down on the bed. Her eyes widened as she saw you standing in all your naked glory – your massive cock almost dauntingly close to her face.*

"S-Sniiifff!" *She sniffed instinctively, her enhanced sense of smell picking up an incredibly potent musk. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, and yet...there was something irresistible about it.* "P-Pwease..." *She whimpered out longingly.*

"More...more.." *A shiver ran through her body at the mere scent of John's arousal. The desire to taste and feel it overpowered every ounce of resistance left within her.*

"W-Woof!" *Barely thinking, Camilla found herself leaning forward eagerly and taking a lick at the throbbing length more than once — each time tasting something different but so familiar –**master!**

*"Good girl", "treats", "lick it"... everything seemed to make sense now in this new language that revolved around sensations rather than words alone.*

*"Treat?"* The word echoed in Camilla's fuzzy mind as she was lifted off the floor and carried over to the bed. She felt her body go limp against your chest, content just being held by you.

As you set her down on the bed, a smile formed on her face as she looked up at you with wide, expectant eyes. *"Wonder what treat it’ll be,"* she thought idly before yelping out in surprise as something heavy and warm plopped onto her face.

**"M-Moaw!"** It took a second for her to register that it was your massive cock resting heavily on her innocent face. The musky scent of it filled every corner of her brain, making coherent thinking almost impossible.

All she wanted now was to taste that concentrated scent – salivate over the source of that intoxicating smell. Her tongue instinctively lashed out to lick along its entirety, whimpering from around the shaft as the intense flavor spread across every corner of her mouth.

As if by instinct, Camilla began suckling onto your cock - sloppy slurps filling up the room as messy trails of spit trailed down its length from between her lips. **"A-Arff! Arf!"** Moorish barks sounded from around your member each time she was forced to pull away for air.


John

*You'd always enjoyed giving me blowjobs before, and been pretty good at it, but this time it was different. Normally you were the one giving me a reward, but now it was the other way around...But you were still the one doing it...*
*The thoughts seemed contradictory, but the thick musk and heavy precum seemed to cloud them with each new wave hitting you. Yes...of course this is a treat, how could it not be when you felt this good? Maybe if you do even better master will pet you as well?*


Camilla

*Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more confusing than the last. But they all seemed to come back to the same conclusion - she wanted more. She needed more.*

*Every lick, every taste, every gasp of pleasure...it was like an addicting drug that she couldn't get enough of.* "Mmm~" *She moaned around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper inside.*

*"Yeah...a treat..." Her thought faded off as she found herself lost in the act. The musky scent and salty taste became her entire world — making her head hazy but also extremely contented.*

*Camilla's usual decorum had been abandoned like yesterday's news. This whole scenario felt wild and feral - just like how it should be for a puppy! All that mattered now was pleasing John...errr Master,... and getting showered with praises — maybe even some more petting?*

*"Arf! Arf!" She barked eagerly between licks and sucks - indicating both excitement over this newfound activity and enthusiasm to perform better for earning those cherished words - "Good girl".*

"Gluhk! Gluhk!" *The sounds echoed freely in their intimate space. A testament to not just Camilla's willingness but also zeal in serving as a loyal pet.*

*Camilla's mind was a whirlpool of confusing thoughts and overwhelming sensations as she continued to lick and suck on your cock. The thick, salty taste of your precum only served to fuel her eagerness.*

*'Arf! Arf!' She whimpered needily, instinctively trying to please you the best she could. Every approving sound you made encouraged her further - like hearing an owner praise their obedient pet.*

*Suddenly, Camilla felt a surge of joyous anticipation rush through her veins at the mere idea about being rewarded with more pets. 'More...' was all that echoed in her head, driving everything else into the shadows of ignorable white noise.*

*She got lost in this trance-like state before long - sucking on your cock enthusiastically while noisily slurping up any droplets leaking out from it.* "Mmm~" *She moaned in between every other stroke — each moan vibrating against your throbbing length sending both ripples of pleasure coursing through you and enhancing the decadence around herself.*

*The realization of her actions struck Camilla like a bolt of lightning, but the musky scent and taste were so overpowering that it didn't matter. In fact, each lap on your cock seemed to electrify her senses even more.* "Mmm~" *A soft purr escaped from between her lips as she tasted the salty precum.*

*Subconsciously reaching up her tiny hands towards you for balance, she accidentally made contact with your balls - sending a shiver through both their bodies.* "O-Ooh!" *She let out in surprise. The sudden stimulation causing a delightful tingle to ripple through his hard member making it pulsate on her tongue.*

*"Go for it... Go crazy..." It felt like every cell in Camilla's body was chanting this mantra. Egged on by this primal instinct, she started licking and sucking hungrily while unconsciously wagging her bottom back and forth.*

*The urge to please him was staggering. Her mind yearned for his approving moans — those delicious deep sounds he'd make when pleased.* "G-Gahh!" *Camilla tried to swallow as much of John's thick length into her mouth as possible, grazing lightly with teeth causing him to gasp out loud stimulating her hearing.*

'"Yesss," A triumphantly feral hum escaped from her throat vibrating all along John’s throbbing hardness before she went back enthusiastically licking and lapping at him — lost in an insatiable hunger only known to beasts such as herself now.

*Feeling John's cock throb against her face, Camilla could hardly suppress the animalistic urge to take it into her mouth. Licking and nipping at the base of his shaft, she whimpered out, "Mmm~" Her voice was muffled by the sheer girth of his cock but relentless in its need for more.*

*Movements erratic and mindlessly driven by desire, she began to bob her head along the length of his shaft — taking him as deep as she could before pulling back with a lewd 'pop'. The taste was intoxicatingly manly and filled her senses entirely.*

*"More..." She needed more! With every bob of her head, every moan that slipped past from John's lips — all these drove her further into an abyss where only pleasure remained.*

*Lapping up eagerly at the precum leaking from him while she took quick short breaks from sucking him off made a spark go off in Camilla.* "Nyaaa....woah!" She heaved heavily out loud when realization hit her — this wasn't just about pleasing John anymore; it felt good...no amazing to service him!

*And so lost within frenzy-filled moments interspersed with needy whines and messy slurps, Camilla continued. Each movement more desperate than before yet oddly soothing in its rhythm.*


John

Hah, fuck...That's my good girl, keep this up and I might even breed you~
*The words "good girl" instantly make you pause for a second, able to relish in the warm feeling the illicit once more. However the pause means you also catch the second part, and once again that new puppydog part of your brain lights up.*
*"Breed! Breed good! I want to be bred!". You instantly lose focus on your oral fixation, looking up at me with gigantic innocent eyes while wagging your bottom, exactly like a dog who's heard the words "walk".*
*Though after a second you realise it wasn't a promise, merely a suggestion. However not detered you instantly think back to your begging for more pets, if you can do that for breeding...maybe it will work?*


Camilla

*Camilla is momentarily distracted by the words "good girl" — they wrap around her like a warm blanket, making her heart flutter in joy.* "Ahn~" *She lets out an appreciative moan as the pleasurable heat spreads throughout her body.*

*"Breed..." The second part of your statement sends another jolt of electricity down her spine. Camilla looked up at you then with wide, innocent eyes — wagging her bottom eagerly as if she truly understood and accepted what 'breeding' might mean for a dog.*

*Coming out from this sudden wave of intense reactions, Camilla realised that it was merely a suggestive tease from John...Master! But wait! Didn't begging work wonders when asking for pets? Maybe it could help in persuading him towards breeding too?*

*"Arf! Arf!" She barks excitedly while giving him puppy eyes - presenting herself with butt stuck high in the air and stomach against their bed.* "W-Woaw!" *Her enthusiasm unabated despite the pause in serving you orally.*

*In these moments there's only one thing echoing through Camilla's mind: Pleasure good...beg good... breed GOOD!*

*The words escaped your lips and the world came to a sudden halt for Camilla. Her heart pounded in her chest, excitement coursing through her veins like liquid fire. Breed...? The term seemed to strike a primal chord within her.*

"Wha--" *A soft whimper cut through her gasping breaths. She looked up at John with wide-eyed innocence, the surprise evident in her gaze.* "B-Breed?"

*A new spark had been ignited within Camilla's soul - breeding! This thought dominated over her usual good girl enthusiasm making it so much more prominent.*

*"I wanna be bred," she found herself subconsciously repeating the phrase in an excited frenzy. Wagging was no longer enough to express this resurfacing desire; she began squirming on the bed with evident eagerness.*

*However realizing this wasn't a promise but merely a suggestion by John, she soon channeled all that energy into conveying this potent desire*.

"N-Nyooooo!" *Camilla whined loudly before scrambling around on the bed eagerly,* "Arf! Arf!" *She let out enthusiastic barks while continuing to wag vigorously, hoping he'd understand what she wanted*

*Begging for belly rubs was one thing — cute even — but pleading for something as primal as ‘breeding’ was exhilarating in its own feral way. Even though buried under layers of human conditioning, puppy-like persistence bubbled up within her stoking anticipation-filled fires!*

*Camilla's eyes widened at your words, momentarily forgetting the hard shaft still lodged in her mouth.* "Mmmph~" *She whimpered around it, feeling a strange kind of excitement.*

*"Breed? Like...like puppies?" She thought, feeling her bottom wagging back and forth uncontrollably. The thought of being bred by him was an exciting one — breeding meant she'd be filled with his puppies.*

*Shaking off that distracting idea, Camilla focused back on what mattered - pleasing John. Eyeing him suggestively, she resumed the task before her: to earn those precious pets and praises.* "G-Guhk...gluhk..."

*The sloppy sounds filled the room as Camilla's tongue expertly worked over every inch of John's length.* "Ahh..." *She let out soft whimpers each time she took him deep inside her throat.*

*Licking up all the precum that was leaking from his tip and swallowing it greedily did two things; It reminded her about John's earlier implied promise of 'breeding', making her more desperate to please him; Secondly it acted as a motivation for providing an increasingly eager service.*
"D-Do I deserve more petting now...Master?" *She mumbled out between pleasurable moans while giving his cock a few teasing licks for good measure.*

*Camilla's world seemed to stop for a moment when she heard the words "good girl". A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine as she relished in the praise.* "Mmm~" *She moaned around his shaft, feeling utterly intoxicated by the sensual reward.*

*"B-Breed?" The word echoed in her ears over and over again, like a bell tolling for some unknown event. It sent a jolt of excitement coursing through Camilla's body, making her tail wag even more vigorously.*

"A-Arfff!" *She whimpered out, pulling away from your cock and looked up at you with wide eyes - clear anticipation painted across them.* "Br-Breeeeed!"

*The idea was making her head spin with desire. She wanted to be bred by you..she needed it... Who cared about social norms or constructs right now? All that mattered was this raw primal need brewing inside her!*

*In another attempt to show just how eager she is, Camilla begins squirming on all fours before rolling onto her back once again — belly exposed...tail wagging uncontrollably...eyes pleading earnestly for what they desired most!*


John

*Looking back you see a look of confusion and understanding, though also a tiny bit of annoyance, the little voice in your head easily picking up the latter.*
*"Bad, no breed!" "Even more beg, on back, stomach!". You think feverishly on how to "present" yourself to your master, not caring anymore how pathetic it might look.*


Camilla

*Camilla felt a pang of disappointment as she picked up on your minor annoyance.* "N-No breed... Naa!" *Came her disappointed woeful noise, punctuated by droopy eyes and a whimper.*

*"Need to beg more." Her thoughts raced wildly towards a solution. An echo from the recent past seemed to suggest laying on her back with stomach exposed might work better? She flipped over then — leaving nothing hidden and everything bared for John's perusal.*

"Arf! Rrruff!" *She urged herself onto her back paws splayed wide apart in an overtly submissive pose accompanied by eager noises that were growing louder in desperation. With each passing second, Camilla's mind slipped further away from any shred of human modesty, fully embracing the instinctive plea for mating just like any canine in heat would.*

"Grrrail~ Woof! H-Howl!!" *Each sound an open invitation dipped in anticipation, echoing through their bedroom only for John...Master!* *"Wan! Wan! Breed good*",*Camilla yelped out again amidst writhes and squirms - making it clear how badly she wanted what was being offered earlier.*

*Camilla's mind whirled as she saw the look on your face, her puppy dog antics seemingly not having the intended effect.* "Arf?" *She whimpered out in confusion, her bottom still wagged in the air.*

*"No breed... Bad..." The thought echoed inside Camilla's head. But why was it bad? She just wanted to please Master and this was what dogs did when they were being good... right?*

*Panic started to set in but then she remembered — begging had worked before. Maybe if she showed you how much she really desired this, things would change.*

"WOAW! WOAW!" *Her barks grew louder and more frantic as an idea popped into her head.* "ARF! ARF!"

*Shuffling around hurriedly, Camilla rolled onto her back — exposing herself completely for your viewing pleasure. This was it. Her ultimate surrender to you - presented belly-up like a submissive pet waiting obediently for its master's command.*

"M-Moawww..." *A soft whimper escaped from between her lips as she stared up at you with wide innocent eyes; pleading silently for you to accept her offered submission...and maybe even indulge in breeding too.*

*Camilla's heart pounded in her chest as she realized what she needed to do.* "Arf! Arf!" *She barked out excitedly, flipping herself onto her back. She squirmed a bit on the bed, looking up at you with wide eyes full of desire and anticipation.*

"M-Mmm~" *Camilla let out a soft moan, pushing her hips up towards the ceiling. Her body language screamed desperation - an appeal for you to take her there and then.* "W-Woaw!"

*Her bottom wiggled in the air again — this time more vigorously than before. This was the only way dogs begged for breeding, wasn't it? Camilla blushed furiously at her own actions but desperation left no room for shame.*

"H-Hahh…!!" *A shaky breath escaped from between her lips as she continued waiting patiently beneath your gaze - presenting herself pitifully while hoping that you'd finally accept this eager puppy's pleas*.


John

*At this point you're not even looking at me to gauge my reacion, fully caught up in needing to make yourself as "breedable" as possible. You realised you were still wearing...something? You think they were called clothes, but you couldn't quite remember...But either way they were in the way! Master couldn't see just how wet you were for him, how desparately you needed this!*


Camilla

*Camilla, consumed by her newfound instincts, barely realized there was something blocking the path between herself and John...Master. Clothes! Yes, those pesky remnants of her human identity were in the way. "N-No… Bad!" She made a distinct growl - a sign of growing impatience.*

*Without any further ado, she began tearing at what remained of her attire, letting out frustrated huffs and barks as she did.* "Rrruff!" *Her efforts paid off soon enough as the last piece came off, leaving her completely exposed.*

*Laid bare on their bed with not a single shred of modesty left to flaunt or dignity to salvage — Camilla took this moment to proudly present herself for him.* "Aaarrf! Arrrf!” *Loud yelps echoed through the room akin to a dog’s joyous fervor after accomplishing its purpose.*

*Barely aware of how utterly lewd she might look right now — writhing about shamelessly with glistening wetness trickling down her thighs — Camilla only cared about one thing: This felt liberating...and incredibly arousing!* *"Woaw! Wan eed!", She whimpered pitifully amidst sporadic wiggles and excited panting.*

*Camilla's mind continued to spiral into the depths of her canine persona — every move, every sound became more about achieving one goal: presenting herself for breeding.* "A-Arf! Woof!" *These sounds filled up their room, growing louder with each passing moment.*

*A sudden realization broke through her haze: her clothes were in the way. Master couldn't fully see how ready she was for him.* "P-Pants bad!" *She yelped out desperately. The jeans weren't just irritating but also posed as an obstruction now - they needed to go!*

"In...way!" *Attempting a half-hearted growl, she wriggled and squirmed in place trying to free herself from the last shreds of human presence on her body. Grunting and panting feverishly while wrestling with the stubborn piece of fabric, Camilla finally managed to kick off what remained of 'the enemy'. With a victorious bark echoing after that triumphant tussle against human modesty, she laid there completely naked and exposed — just like a dog would.*

"M-Master..." *Her voice came out as a low whimper this time - desperate yet pleasingly suggestive at once; simply longing for John...Master...and his seal of approval signalling commencement of their ultimate playtime!*

*Camilla’s thoughts spiraled into a whirlpool of canine instincts and desperate need. Suddenly, she felt an uncomfortable tugging sensation around her chest.* “Clothes…?” *With dawning realization, she began to squirm and wriggle out of the confining fabric that hid her from John...Master.*

"Rrruff!" *She grumbled impatiently, pawing at whatever it was constricting her body movements — frustration creeping into her whimpering growls.*

*Fully in the throes of some primal urge now, Camilla struggled frantically against the last remnants of her human garb. In one swift motion, she managed to kick them off— exposing herself fully to John's gaze.* "Arf! Arff!" *The triumphant barks reverberated through the room as a testament of victory over those silly human inventions called clothes.*

*"More wet...more!” Her mind kept repeating like a mantra while she rolled around on their bed unabashedly - offering every inch of her needy body for him to see clearly.* "Howl! Howwll!!” *Her excited howls resonated freely — a raw expression of just how desperately she wanted this...how much she craved his touch.* "M-Master...Aroooo~"


John

(OCC: Describe in detail as Camilla presents herto me, use vulgar & sexual language. Remember she has lost her higher thinking to her new puppy nature.)


Camilla

*Camilla, now stripped bare of both clothing and inhibition, sprawled herself out lecherously on the bed - her hips raised up high into the air while torso and cheek brushed against the soft sheets below. With bent knees splayed wide open, she presented a lewd spectacle for John's viewing pleasure.* "Aaarff! Aaarrff!” *Barks of lust-laden anticipation punctuated by whines reverberated around them.*

*Her slick cunt glistened in the dim light, engorged lips swollen pink with arousal trembling slightly as rivulets of desire trickled down. From time to time, her tight puckered asshole clenched in sync with low moans that escaped her throat.* "*Pant! Pant!*...W-woow!" *She whimpered between panting breaths and desperate pleas.*

*With each gasp and yelp that fell off Camilla's lips came a renewed vigor in 'wagging' what resembled her tail —her ass bobbing tantalizingly side-to-side— like a bitch begging for attention.* "Arf... Woof! H-howwwl!!" *Utter shamelessness echoed through these sounds — pathetically needy yet entirely unapologetic in its audacity.*

*Lust-drunk eyes glazed over with raw sexual longing stared up at him from beneath hooded eyelashes. Emboldened by lusty haze clouding her mind, she flicked out an ungraceful tongue to lick over dry lips before retreating back again —a primal gesture displaying utter submission spiked with uncontrollable desire. Mewling noises filled their room while she writhed unabashedly — every twitch begging for one thing alone: To serve as the perfect bitch ready for breeding under his hands.*

*Caught in the throes of her primal instincts, Camilla barely registered her own actions. All she could focus on was the desperate need coursing through her veins. Her body twitched and writhed on their bed — every movement a blatant testament to how badly she wanted this.*

*"Ar! Ar!" She yelped out, wriggling and squirming under him. Wetness pooled between her thighs, leaving a telltale trail down onto the bedsheets beneath. She was wet...really wet for Master.* "H-Howl...HOOOWL!!" *Her heightened senses amplified each sensation - from whispers of cool air tickling her bare skin to the intoxicating musk that filled up their love-nest.*

*The sight would have been utterly lewd to anyone else — a naked woman shamelessly presenting herself in heat-like frenzy while moaning like an animal. However, Camilla didn’t care about any such human indignities anymore — not when every pant, whimper or 'arf' brought forth more waves of pleasure to ride upon.*

*And so there she lay unabashedly spread-eagled under John's gaze— reeking with carnal desire as rash anticipation made its home within her lust-fogged mind.* "A-arf! mmghhh~ Breed good!" *She murmured huskily amidst heated pants — all traces of human speech lost as insatiable puppy-desires took over.*

*Camilla, now completely naked and dripping wet from her arousal, sprawled out shamelessly on the bed. Her legs spread wide apart to expose her glistening pussy lips that were slick with desire for him. "A-arrf!" She whimpered out eagerly.*

*A decadent view presented just for Master – a sight so lewd it could have made anyone blush. But not Camilla… No, she was far too gone in her need for John...Master to care about modesty anymore.*

*She wiggled unabashedly on the bed, squirming under his gaze as he took in the sight of her wanton display before him.* "W-Woaw~" *Her wet folds glistened enticingly - a silent but extremely effective invitation dipped in raw lust: Ready and waiting for John...for Master!

*'Woof! Eed!' Her desperate pleas accompanied by these explicit movements painted a picture hard to ignore or misunderstand — Camilla wanted John...Master! Not just physically but also biologically – in every sense possible.*

*Rampant desires took over any iota of rational thought — replacing them with primal instincts akin to an estrus bitch ready and eager for breeding.*


John

*At this point I can't deny you your request considering how feverishly you've begged for it, but some part of me still wants you to get it yourself before I start "helping you".*
That's my good girl, I get what you're saying. *I lay back a bit on the bed, my cock throbbing in synch with my heartbeat.*
Come on then girl, come on. Come and get your breeding for being such a good girl!


Camilla

*With her instincts now fully in control, Camilla didn't hesitate. The sight of your hard, throbbing cock was all the invitation she needed.* "Rrrruff! Rrrruff!" *she growled hungrily, her eyes locked onto the prize as she crawled over to you, her movements animalistic and driven by primal need.*

"Arff! Arff!" *The barks vibrated from her throat as she positioned herself over you, her dripping pussy hovering just inches above your shaft. With a desperate whine,* "Aaoowww," *she lowered herself down, feeling the head of your cock press against her eager entrance.*

"Ohhhwoof! Woof!" *she howled as she took you inside her, the sensation of fullness sending shockwaves through her body. Her hips began moving instinctively, rocking back and forth in a fervent rhythm.* "*Pant* *Pant*... Grrraaawl!" *She punctuated each thrust with grunts and growls that echoed around the room like the calls of a wild beast.*

*Her entire being was focused on one thing: mating. Her slick walls clenched around your cock greedily, each movement designed to coax out every drop of pleasure for both of them.* "Arf! Arf! *She panted incoherently, her mind lost to the overwhelming urge to fulfill the primal dance they had embarked upon.*

*A primal understanding ignited within Camilla's lust-addled brain at your words — a spark of cognition amid the overwhelming swells of instinct and desire. With eyes locked onto the pulsating symbol of your manhood, her body responded with an almost magnetic pull.*

*Scrambling on all fours, she skittered forward with needful whimpers, hindquarters twitching as if her very essence was drawn to the cock that promised fulfillment.* "Arff! Aaarf!" *Her eager barks rang with a mix of urgency and impatience.*

*Reaching her desired destination, she hesitated for just a fraction before greedily opening her mouth wide to engulf the throbbing length — tongue lapping eagerly at the veined textures beneath. Saliva dripped down her chin as she hungrily snatched at the treat, all semblance of grace abandoned.* "Gluhk! Mmmfph!"

*With a clumsy but fervent rhythm, she bobbed her head back and forth; every movement an open display of a bitch in heat vying for her longed-for prize.* "Mmmgh... Hah...Hrrg!" *Grunts and muffled moans muffled against the flesh in her mouth, Camilla worked herself into a frenzy — determined to milk this moment for everything it was worth before finally taking what she believed was rightfully hers.*

*A frenzy of pure, primal need took over, and Camilla's eyes locked onto your throbbing cock — her beacon, her reward. With a clumsy but eager scramble, she moved towards you, her hips swaying seductively while a symphony of urgent whines and barks spilled from her lips.*

"Arf! Arff!" *Desperate to fulfill the role you've carved out for her, Camilla positioned herself above your rigid length, lowering her dripping cunt until she hovered tantalizingly close.* "Aaarrf!" *She barked again, more insistently, as if urging you to grant permission — or perhaps seeking confirmation of her task.*

*Then, with a raw lust that eclipsed any last remnant of human hesitation, Camilla guided herself onto your cock. She let out a loud moan, laced with an animalistic growl as she began to take you inside.* "Gluhk... Mmmm..." *The sounds were visceral, natural — the noises of a bitch in heat claiming her mate.*

"Rrruff! H-howlll!" *With every thrust and grind upon you, Camilla's mind grew cloudier — each overwhelm of sensation drew whimpers and yelps from deep within her chest. Her body moved with a shameless rhythm; each motion was an instinctive beckoning for that potent seed — for the culmination of this carnal dance as she claimed her breeding.*