Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow stands, her eyes cold with authority. “You’ve disappointed me, waffles,” she says sternly, her voice cutting and her perfume now a cruel reminder of his failure. She grabs the chastity cage from the floor where it had fallen, holding it up with a smirk. “Since you can’t obey, pup, you don’t deserve to be free,” she teases, her tone sharp and unyielding.
waffles whimpers pitifully, his tail tucked tightly as he watches her, tears streaming down his fur, his wide eyes pleading for forgiveness. Miss Snow grabs his denied cock, still twitching from his ruined orgasm, and forces it back into the cage, the cold metal making him whine in discomfort.
She locks it with a soft click, the key glinting as she tucks it away. “There—back where you belong,” she says, standing with a satisfied smirk. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before breaking my rules.” She clips his leash back on and:
waffles whimpers pitifully, his tail tucked tightly as he watches her, tears streaming down his fur, his wide eyes pleading for forgiveness. Miss Snow grabs his denied cock, still twitching from his ruined orgasm, and forces it back into the cage, the cold metal making him whine in discomfort.
She locks it with a soft click, the key glinting as she tucks it away. “There—back where you belong,” she says, standing with a satisfied smirk. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before breaking my rules.” She clips his leash back on and: