It had been a week since she had stood upright or spoken in words and she had almost forgotten how to do those things. Good girls crawl, she knew, and her Master told her she was a very good girl as he stroked her hair.
Right now her pussy was wet and she wanted Master to play with it. She wasn’t allowed to touch it herself, of course.
She wiggled her butt at her Master hopefully, and made the wordless little needy mewling noises he liked. If he didn’t fuck her, he might at least spank her cunt, and while that hurt, she knew from experience that she could find the orgasm she needed in amongst that pain and cum for her Master like the good little slut she was.
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