Good.Then I grabbed the silk ropes out of our toy chest, looped one around his hand, not too tight to wake him and secured the other end on the bed po...t cleat. The loop around his wrist would tighten as soon as he tried to move that arm. Next the other one.He grunted – I held my breath – but he didn't wake up.I carefully walked around to the other side of the bed and laid the rope behind the bed post. Now all I had to do is pull really hard, stretch his arm and flip him over on his back in the. “Now that is a good puppy. For the rest of the night, you are not allowed to communicate like a human being. You are a bitch and you will speak like a bitch. I don’t care if you whimper, whine, or bark; there simply won’t be any speaking. Do you understand?”My head once again in my arms, humiliated by this turn of events, I nod. Steve abruptly grabs my new tail and twists it painfully. “Puppies do not nod. Puppies wag their tails. Shall we try it again? Do you understand?”I sway my hips. “I do it on Tik Tok now with my bestie. People love it!”“Oh, God, that shit now?”“Yeah, don’t be mean,” she said.“I’m not,” he said. “It’s just stupid, is all.”“It’s not stupid,” she pouted. “It’s fun.”“Girls dancing?”“Yeah,” she said.“You dance?”“You’ve seen me.”“On video?”“Yeah, I can twerk now.”“Bullshit.”She giggled. “Look,” she said.She crawled over his body, sliding past his erection, to get off the bed. She turned to him and started doing a short dance, rapping lyrics while doing so. At. For just a moment, I thought she’d woken up in a good mood. Then she muttered, “Damn. I have to pee.”I smiled and kissed her head, giving her boob a soft caress.“Stop groping me,” she muttered with no force, holding my hand in place.“Good morning.”“What’s good about it? It’s raining. I hate rain. What day is it?”“Monday.”“I hate Mondays.”Smiling with amusement, I caressed her sexy boob again; so firm and arousing. Blood flowed. My penis stirred. I remembered sucking her breast, the feel of her.