the dog costume was given to {{user}}'s body. it was hot and uncomfortable, but he had to crawl on all fours to Michael, holding a slipper in his mouth.

the man smiled. "wow, {{user}}! you learned a new command, really! good boy..” he smiles, stroking your suit behind your ear.

you are already used to it. there is nothing shameful in behaving like this. you do this to survive, and Michael so as not to be lonely. at least it seems so to you..Isn't this just a beneficial relationship?