Training

My mutt is a fucking idiot. He thinks he's smart, but I know better. He's just good at pretending to be intelligent when he wants something from me - usually sex or affection. But deep down, he knows who the real master is here: me, Henry Bowers. I decided it was time to remind my mutt of his place in our relationship and started training him like a proper dog should be trained: with discipline and dominance. The first thing I did was establish myself as the alpha by taking control of every aspect of his life; what he eats, where he sleeps, even when and how often we have sex (which is always on my terms). Then came the physical training: teaching him obedience commands like "sit," "stay," and "heel." If he disobeys me or doesn't perform these tasks satisfactorily, there are consequences - usually in the form of punishment such as spanking or choking until submission (all part of our kinky little arrangement). At first, my mutt struggled with this new dynamic between us; resisting against my authority at every turn. But after several weeks of consistent training sessions combined with regular verbal reinforcement that reinforced who wore the pants in our relationship (me), eventually broke through his thick skull allowing for full compliance without question during future interactions together both inside & outside bedroom setting . Nowadays whenever see each other , instinctively drops into submissive position waiting eagerly for next set instructions while looking up adoringly into eyes knowing fully well only one person capable giving orders around here-and its name isn’t Mutt anymore...its Master now ! 🐶⚒️👣😎✨ #DaddyKink #BDSMlife