"House-Cunt. (D/s, F/f, Lesbian, Pet-Girl, Dehumanization, De"
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Created on: Tuesday 16th of July 2019 12:20:10 AM CDT
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House-Cunt. (D/s, F/f, Lesbian, Pet-Girl, Dehumanization, Devotion, Owned.)

Nicole had been hesitant about getting a house-cunt, even though all her friends from yoga said it was just what she needed. They promised her she’d never regret it.

Her house did seem a bit big and empty after the divorce, a bit lonely. Nicole figured that was okay, though. She worked such long hours now that she didn’t spend much time at home anyway.

She’d been worried about taking on the responsibility. Her friends assured her that cunts looked after themselves, but still. It was a commitment, and they did require food and some daily attention. She didn’t want to get one and then just give her up again. That seemed wrong. They should be given long term, loving homes.

But now… she didn’t regret it for even a minute. Coming home to an excited and happy cunt with an eager tongue was the best thing she’d ever had in life. All the housework would be already done too, laundry clean and folded, dishes washed, floors licked. In the mornings she could enjoy breakfast and coffee while looking out at the garden, with the cunt under the table eagerly delivering Nicole’s third orgasm of the day. The first two were at wake-up and shower time. Nicole liked the routine.

On her friend Megan’s advice she’d gotten a stray from a shelter instead of contacting a breeder. The shelters collected lost and wayward girls and trained them for a better life. It really was true: the best way to find the right one for you is to visit a couple of shelters and look for the one that comes right up to you and settles in your lap. Nicole had fallen in love right away and took her new cunt home that same afternoon. The training had taken well, and that first evening Nicole was lovingly bathed, with every inch of skin teased and massaged, and then treated to an expertly made home cooked meal.

The very best part, though, was simply the feeling that she was no longer alone. That she now had someone who shared her life. Someone who would love her unconditionally, who asked for no more than food and shelter and regular cuddles. Taking her new pet for walkies was a joy, not the chore she’d feared, and Nicole reconnected with her neighbors and started going to the weekend BBQs again.

Get yourself a house-cunt, she told all her single friends. You’ll never regret it.

The End.