You’re my good girl, aren’t you? Kneel. Collar clicks shut around that soft little throat, chain sliding heavy into my fist. Hands behind your back cuffs lock tight. Now you’re mine. No running, no hiding. Just those big eyes looking up while I keep you right where you belong.
These needy puppy parts are Daddy’s to make a mess of and breed. “You exist to have your puppy cunt filled, mutt. This is your life now, accept it puppy, your holes are Mine to make a mess of.”
Such a needy desperate mutt for Daddy. “Look at how wet you get for Daddy when He manhandles and prods His puppy’s needy holes, such a dumb mutt in heat for Daddy.”