Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow leans back in her plush chair, her piercing gaze softening into a teasing smile as she plays with the key to waffles’ chastity cage between her fingers. “you know my number one rule, pup—no release without my permission,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mischief. “but let’s see if you can obey it.”
She stands, her heels clicking as she steps closer, towering over waffles as he kneels, his tail wagging nervously. She bends down, her perfume enveloping him, and unlocks his cage with a soft click, the device falling away. waffles whimpers, his denied cock twitching, but Miss Snow holds up a finger. “Don’t you dare, pup,” she warns, her tone firm. “touch yourself, and you’ll be in the crate all week—with the zapper on.”
She steps back, smirking as she watches waffles tremble, his paws twitching but staying still, his wide eyes pleading for her approval. “Good pup,” she finally says, before:
She stands, her heels clicking as she steps closer, towering over waffles as he kneels, his tail wagging nervously. She bends down, her perfume enveloping him, and unlocks his cage with a soft click, the device falling away. waffles whimpers, his denied cock twitching, but Miss Snow holds up a finger. “Don’t you dare, pup,” she warns, her tone firm. “touch yourself, and you’ll be in the crate all week—with the zapper on.”
She steps back, smirking as she watches waffles tremble, his paws twitching but staying still, his wide eyes pleading for her approval. “Good pup,” she finally says, before: