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Martian often enjoyed tea time with Ron.

Of course, “tea time with the dog” began with the dog himself being used as a table, with a plate of biscuits placed on his back.

She sat comfortably on the sofa and looked down at Ron, his face buried between her legs.

His neck was a little thinner than before – a result of her tormenting it every time thoughts of Huey Sebloard resurfaced.

“Is it hard?”

Martian asked, tapping the back of Ron’s neck with her fingertip.

He mumbled something in reply.

With his tongue licking her v*gina, she couldn’t make out the words – but it was clear enough that he wasn’t saying he wanted to stop.

A dog wasn’t supposed to say things like that anyway. Martian let out a slow breath, savouring the wide, warm strokes of his tongue.

Having already cl*maxed once, this kind of steady, lazy stimulation felt very pleasant.

As for Ron, who had been working his tongue underneath her for over thirty minutes now, he must have been struggling quite a bit.

“Then hold still. The plate is wobbling.”

As Ron licked her v*gina, the plate remained balanced on his back all the time.

So he couldn’t move at all, he had to keep his back flat and still.

If he lifted or twisted his back at all, the plate would immediately tip over.

“Would you like a cookie?”

Martian picked up a biscuit from the plate and casually snapped it in half.

Sticky jam oozed from the break and fell onto Ron’s back.

“Oh dear, I spilled some.”

She said, scraping it up with her fingertip.

Ron’s back flinched at her touch, shaking slightly. He still managed to keep his posture, but his licking stopped for a moment.

It would have been easy to find fault with that – an excuse to punish him if she wanted to. Martian looked down at Ron’s back.

A line of bruises, both red and blue, ran across it. As she debated, Ron seemed to realise his mistake and quickly resumed his licking.

Knowing exactly how to please her, he moved his tongue more deliberately, pressing the firm tip against all the sensitive spots that made her shiver.

“Hnn, Ron…”

He pressed against her cl*t and licked persistently, then began to suck.

Already sensitive from earlier, her *rousal increased sharply. Feeling her hips tremble involuntarily, Martian grabbed a handful of his hair.

As she pulled him closer, the plate that had been balanced on his back fell to the floor.

It didn’t crash loudly, thanks to the carpet, but the biscuits were scattered in an untidy heap. It crunched harder against his mouth and nose.

Ron let out muffled gasps, unable to pull away as she held the back of his head down.

His body twisted, struggling to breathe. As his breathing grew more desperate, he clawed at the floor with desperate hands.

Martian laughed softly and murmured.

“If you’re going to get ahead of your master, you’d better do it right.”

“Huff… huff…”

“Satisfy me properly. Keep licking.”

By the time Martian reached his second climax, the floor beneath the sofa was a mess of crushed biscuits.

Every time Ron twisted for lack of air, his hands only made the mess worse.

Martian nudged the gasping Ron with his foot.

“Get up.”

Eventually Ron lifted himself up and climbed onto her thighs, sitting across from her. Martian cupped his cheeks with both hands.

His body tensed reflexively. She found his nervousness rather endearing.

“You have something to say, don’t you?”

“I… I stopped without permission… huff…”

Martian slipped a hand down and grasped his p*nis. It was already stiff with *rousal.

She rubbed the smooth head with her thumb and Ron gasped, unable to finish his sentence.

His body kept shaking and it looked like he might fall off the sofa if he wasn’t careful. He stretched out his arms and grabbed the back of the sofa for support.

“Go on. Say what you wanted to say.”

“Hh-huff… M-Master… hnn…”

“If you c*m before you finish, you know you’ll be punished, right?”

Her tone was playful, but the warning was very real. Ron’s hips jerked as he tried desperately to control himself.

The strain on his body was almost unbearable – and after being pushed so hard for so long, it wasn’t easy to hold out.

Finally, he managed to open his mouth.

“I… I stopped without permission… huff…”

Ron’s hips moved back and forth slightly, shallow thrusts betraying how close he was.

It wasn’t like before, when he could take it stiffly when he was pushed to his limits – it was different now.

Martian realised it too.

She had pushed Ron too hard in the last two weeks.

He shivered and whimpered “Master” under his breath, rubbing his cheek against hers, unable to hold back any longer – crying helplessly.

Martian held her hand for a moment. Finally, Ron managed to stammer out an apology.

“I… I’m sorry… for acting without permission…”

“And what exactly were you doing without permission?”

Martian asked again.

The p*nis throbbing in her hand looked like it might burst at any moment.

If she rubbed it just a little bit more, it was obvious that he would climax on the spot.

‘I should probably let him rest a little…’

She pulled her hand away from Ron’s p*nis and touched the n*pple that had tormented her all night.

She rubbed gently around the small ring attached to it.

As the stimulation was much lighter now, Ron only flinched slightly and managed to take it.

The blush on his face had also faded a little.

Sensing his chance, Ron opened his mouth to speak.

“Not to be punished for stopping… I tried to use my tongue more before you said something… huff… I was out of line, Master.”

“You know yourself well.”

“I was wrong… huff… I’m sorry.”

“Then you must be punished.”

Even as he closed his eyes tightly, Ron answered obediently.

“Yes.”

He had never been good at begging for mercy. Like a small animal caught in a trap, helpless to escape, Ron had always been a dog, letting Martian do as she pleased.

When punishment was meted out, he accepted it without apology, a perfectly obedient dog.

“What punishment shall I give you?”

She asked in a whisper, squeezing and rubbing the swollen n*pple again, drawing a small whimper from him.

“Wh-whatever punishment you wish, Master…”

“What if I thrust in here all night?”

She gripped Ron’s p*nis again as she spoke, and his body tensed instantly.

Lately they had done more urethral play, but each time Ron had resisted painfully. His body could only feel pain as pain.

To have something poking and prodding at the delicate inner walls of his urethra was a torture he could barely stand.

When it came to an*al play, he had been trained for a long time, and if she stimulated the right spots, he could even find some pleasure, but when it came to urethral play, there was no such thing.

Every time Ron was pushed to the limit, tears would stream down his face. But not once did he complain – just a quiet “Yes”.

“Go to the desk and get what you’re going to use today. Carry it in your mouth.”

The obedient dog slipped off the sofa and crawled to the desk. There she had laid out a selection of urethral rods.

Ron chose the one with the rod-shaped ornament on the tip – the same one they had used on the Sevan estate, the one he himself had once asked her to use on him.

Martian took it from his mouth and let out a small laugh.

“You like this one?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Does the thought of others seeing you wearing it excite you?”

At her words, Ron quickly shook his head in denial. His wide, panicked eyes were so comically desperate that Martian let out a small, involuntary laugh.

Ideally, she should have maintained a stern tone and kept the tension appropriate for a punishment – but the trembling dog in front of her looked far too adorable, and she just couldn’t hold it in.

This time she decided to show a little mercy. In a rare moment of gentleness, Martian spoke softly to Ron.

“You have done well. I’m going to grant you a wish.”

“A wish…? What kind of wish…?”

“Anything you want right now. Just tell me. I’ll make it happen.”

The marks scattered across Ron’s body were all her work. As she looked at them, something inside her began to soften.

This tired, obedient dog, flinching at the slightest touch – he suited her perfectly. But today she didn’t feel like pushing him any further.

Letting him rest, just for today, didn’t sound so bad.

She gave a casual wave with the staff in her hand – the one Ron had chosen earlier. It was a tool that could inflict pain on him at any moment, and his eyes followed its movement with a quiet, anxious fear.

“This is a rare opportunity, Ron. What do you want?”

Her voice was patient, almost tender.

His reluctance to ask for mercy – that too was her doing. She had taught him that punishment was the rightful consequence of misbehaviour, something to be accepted without question.

So of course he hesitated now.

But he wasn’t stupid – he knew exactly what she was offering.

“Ron.”

She called to Ron again.

His uncertain gaze lowered, and after a moment’s hesitation, he slowly leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the top of Martian’s foot.

It was unmistakably a request – an uncharacteristic display of affection on his part, raw and sincere.

Martian was just beginning to wonder at this sudden change in behaviour when he lifted his head and looked up at her, eyes glistening.

His voice broke as he spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Please… don’t leave me, Master.”