Being owned Part 11
It was colder now, nearly too cold for me to go out at all. I did only short walks, while the sun was high. Missing the time outside with the dogs and with next to nothing to do at all – apart from being fucked by my owner and his dogs – the nightmares had returned. Several nights, after waking up and not being able to go back to sleep, I had spent down in the kennels, snuggled up against the bars and one of the dogs. Mainly the Irish wolfhound, talking with him, telling him all my thoughts...