Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!

Miss Snow leads waffles to a table where a row of chastity cages glitters in the light—small, medium, and flat, each one a promise of control. She smirks, her voice dripping with amusement as she says, “pick your cage, waffles—which one do you think I should lock you in, pup?”

waffles’ tail wags nervously, knowing he’s about to be locked up for her pleasure!
After deliberate thought: