Furry fantasy phone sex started the second Master told me to get on all fours and bark for him. I’m just a simple country girl most days—bare feet in the grass, sweet tea on the porch—but that night my voice went soft and high and I let the puppy take over completely. “Arf… arf, Master,” I whispered into the phone, already feeling my whole body flush with dirty submission.

He made me describe every little detail while I crawled across my bedroom floor. The way my bare knees pressed into the soft rug. How I stuck my ass up high like a good little puppy presenting. I told him I was wearing nothing but a pink collar I’d bought just for nights like this, the metal tag jingling every time I moved. My southern drawl got all breathy and needy as the furry fantasy sank deeper into my head.

Master’s voice stayed calm and firm. He told me to pant for him. I did—open-mouthed, tongue out, making those soft wet sounds while my free hand slipped between my thighs. The more he praised me for being his obedient puppy, the wetter I got. Submission never felt so natural. I wasn’t Elli Mae the country girl anymore. I was just a playful, horny little pet who lived to please.

I obeyed every command during that long phone sex call. He had me hump a pillow like a desperate dog in heat, describing the way my soft pussy dragged against the fabric while I whimpered and begged. He made me lick my own fingers and pretend they were his cock, sucking them messy and loud so he could hear every wet slurp. When he told me to present my hole, I reached back, spread myself open, and moaned like the filthy little animal I had become.

The dirtiest part came when Master decided his puppy needed to be mounted. I stayed on all fours, phone propped against a pillow, and fucked myself with my favorite toy while he talked me through it. Every thrust was accompanied by his low commands—“Deeper, puppy. Take it like a good breeding bitch. That’s it… let Master hear how wet his little pet is.” My thighs were shaking. My voice cracked into high-pitched yelps and soft yips every time the toy hit the perfect spot.

I came hard with my face pressed into the rug, collar still tight around my throat, whispering “thank you, Master” between gasps. Even after the orgasm faded I stayed in position, waiting for permission to move. That’s the kind of total submission this furry fantasy pulls out of me. The country girl disappears and all that’s left is a eager, messy, cock-hungry puppy who only wants to be good for her owner.

When Master finally told me I could curl up, I did it with a soft little whimper, still half in character. We stayed on the phone a while longer while he scratched behind my imaginary ears and told me what a perfect pet I had been. I fell asleep that night still wearing the collar, already hoping the next furry fantasy phone sex call would come soon.