I was concerned for a while until the man came back. I thought I would have to stay here all night. Then when he removed the ring gag I was so relieved. I flexed my jaw for a moment then offered a happy satisfied bark, knowing that was what the man seemed to enjoy from me. I turned and crawled over to the bowls and quickly lowered my head into the one with the cum. Licking, lapping, drinking, At some point I became conscious of the oscilating fan blowing on my ass. I spread my legs a little and began to shift from side to side. It was extremely difficult, especially with my arms taped behind my back, but chasing, meeting the fan. Feeling it blow air on my exposed pussy felt so good. My head firmly anchored in the bowl. Almost ignoring the man, and what he was saying.
I looked from the now empty bowl, to the bowl with the Alpo in it, then at the man, and back at the bowls. I repeated this procedure a couple of times. Each time I whimpered softly. I really didn’t want the Alpo. If I had to eat, then I wanted something different, something good. I even crawled such as it was, maybe shuffle was a more accurate description, over to the man and nuzzled my face into his crotch. I got the sense my displeasure only seemed to amuse the man.
A feeling of depression settled over me as the man stepped back from me, and left the room. Once again I was alone, naked, and yes a little hungry. I looked at the door, then at the bowl of Alpo. With a heavy sigh of exasperation I shuffled back to the bowl and began to eat.
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