1.5M ratings
277k ratings

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
Dagotto. That was his name now. He didn’t know what it meant. It was some kind of Swedish word. All Matt knew was it was tattooed on the back of his neck. It was also all his Master ever called him now.
In the months leading up to the surgery they...

Dagotto. That was his name now. He didn’t know what it meant. It was some kind of Swedish word. All Matt knew was it was tattooed on the back of his neck. It was also all his Master ever called him now.

In the months leading up to the surgery they visited many tattoo and piercing parlors. Each time he felt more and more ashamed going out in public as piercings proliferated and tattoos of offensive words encroached on spaces of skin that had once been just “empty canvas” as Sir was fond of saying. It made him feel sub-human.

The days of “people” time were becoming fewer and fewer. Dagotto, as he was always called, spent much of that time on all fours, his former clothing and possessions locked away in a trunk upstairs. The trunk was only opened for the occasions on which Sir took him out in public. But, even then, he never had a choice in what he wore.

While Sir was at work, Dagotto lounged around the house listlessly. He knew there were cameras - everywhere - so that Master could supervise him, ensure he was safe. He went out through the doggie door to piss on the big maple in the backyard. The TV only ever had porn on it, a lot of which was actually OF Matt. That made him horny, a lot. Everything did. He wanted to hump anything within reach all of the time. Dagotto knew it had to be something in his food, changing his personality and his desires.

And he was okay with that. He welcomed it. Dagotto pined for the moments when Sir was at home. Moments when he could “exist” for his Owner. He welcomed the changes too. And the changes yet to come. The surgery.

Weeks later Matt finally learned the meaning of his new name. “Dagotto means footstool,” said Sir, minutes before the boy went under the anesthesia. “I found it in an Ikea catalog.”

***

This pic started out as so many different things XD A footrest, a puppy pic, a sissy pic, an amputee pic. And it changed a ton along the way. So many details came and went. Ultimately it became a showcase pic for some cool pet gear. Poodle tails! This is definitely one of my busiest pics.

Thanks to Jenny for her input. Even if it did result in numerous revisions and re-visitations  XD

I so want to tattoo a pup with text in that font. Does that make me a bad man?

amputee puppy play pet play misterxart