The battle inside Samantha was soon fought and her common sense had lost. It was like a football match between Manchester United and some local team from a puny town. A complete and utter wipe out. Sam felt helpless but that feeling turned her on so much more than it had ever done.<br/><br/><strong>“Ungh..it…h..oh.. hurts,”</strong>she moaned and grunted out ignoring it herself. She wrapped her arms around the dog as if it was a human being and rocked her hips instantly against the motions of the dog. All those times she had been talking about being a submissive slut on the internet and chatboxes now came to be real. Samantha hoped the would treat her as they had just said. Lower than the dog. Write things on her, brand her, tattoo her. The only problem would be her parents. Although they were the last thing on her mind right now, she knew they would be a problem. Once she met a boy who made her lactate. She worked on her breasts for weeks in a row until they had grown and gotten super sensitive. Her mother had noticed them growing and made some jokes about it.<br/><br/>Suddenly Samantha craved for such treatment. Sleeping on the carpet, naked and uncovered, fed through a bowl, walk on a leash for everybody to see.<br/>She turned her head to try and see through the blindfold and then wrapped her legs around the dog too.<br/><strong>“I.. I’m a dirty little slut,” </strong>she whispered out more to herself than to anybody else, grunting and panting at the dogs large member.<br/>