That moment when you decide they don’t deserve to breathe… much.
I woke up to my boyfriend prodding me. “Hey, wake up, puppy. Open your mouth!” I sleepily opened my mouth and let him stick a piece of chocolate in there. I chewed and swallowed while I slowly came to. Everything felt kinda sluggish. I was lying on the bed in my rubber catsuit, and I was wearing a puppy hood. My hands were in rubber paw mitts.
Oh yeah, I remembered. I was a dumb puppy. Just a stupid, dumb puppy. And the piece of weed chocolate that my boyfriend just fed me would add to the weed I’d had earlier, and would keep me stoned and stupid.
