By my feet, my dog…

Come, my dog. Come on your knees until you reach your limits. You are nothing more than a pulsating toy, an object of desire at the mercy of my mood.

The leather of my boots glistens in the soft light; my thighs part just enough to remind you that you will only touch them if I decide to let you. The chain jingles softly when I pull it, a powerful reminder: you belong to me.

On your knees.
Tongue out. Pleading gaze.
Hard as stone, but forbidden to come.

Tonight, you exist only to serve, tremble, and beg in silence.

Ready to be my good little doggie… my favorite toy?

The leash is ready.

It’s up to you to crawl.