“Oh my God!” I moaned. “O------h!”
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” my Mistress yelled. “Can’t I leave you for a few minutes without you playing with yourself?”
My owner had returned. When Samantha yanked open the shower curtain, I was caught red-handed jerking off. It was just mere seconds before I would have blown my rocks.
“You God-damned worthless piece of dog s**t! What do you think you’re doing? You don’t ever deserve that pleasure. Only real men get to use their c***s for anything but pissing. You’ll pay dearly for that. Shut off that water and follow me, now!” she screamed.
I didn’t even get time to rinse off. We marched from the bathroom, through her bedroom and on into the master bath. My c**k was finally starting to shrink and shrivel from its erect position, as
