With a sudden tug of your leash, your snout is pressed to the bulge of her underwear. It’s up to you to satisfy her. Only then can you hope to get what you truly want, deep down inside. 🖤

You start to go into heat. “Ah, slow down, pipsqueak. You know the rules.” It’s almost like she can read your mind. She knows how badly you want her attention. You’re forced to wait, though. You can’t take her in your mouth just yet. She always expects minutes of affectionate foreplay.

As you hear the click of the latch on your crate unlocking, you feel a swift tug of your chains. She’s taking you out of your cage. As you fall to your knees and look up, your hit with a scent you’re well acquainted with. The musky fragrance of her dominating presence flips a switch in your brain