Some of yesterday’s experiences were clearly intended as little preparations for today. Miss is having a great time toying with us both, and at night we can hear her climaxes. She has never explicitly told me I’m not to play with myself at night; but it just doesn’t seem right if I was to do it, plus the boy is just over there. But last night I was just so tempted and aching.
As a result I was so glad to wake this morning with an orgasm, and the boy was allowed one as well. Miss scooped up his cum into our mouths and had us make out messily with it. Snowballing I think she called it; appropriate for the time of year, and looking like the only snow we’re going to see here.
Our boxes were waiting on the breakfast table, but Miss waited until after breakfast before letting us open them. Inside mine I found a new plug with a long, fiery red tail attached to it, and a headband with a pair of matching ears. The boy’s contained a shorter, stiffer tail, ears, and a snout muzzle. Underneath the gifts were identical notes:
>Pets do not use words; pets just make noises.
>Pets do not walk on two legs, pets stay on all fours.
>Pets do not use human furniture, pets stay on the floor.
>Pets do not use human toilets, pets use the yard.
>Pets wag their tails when they are happy.
>Pets beg for treats and attention.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e9aq20/advent_kinkendar_december_11th_ffm