Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!

Miss Snow’s eyes gleam with mischief as waffles makes his choice, his little tail trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. She steps closer, her presence commanding as she picks up the cage he selected, inspecting it with a teasing hum. “let’s see what my pup picked,” she purrs, her voice a blend of amusement and dominance.

waffles chose the small cage, and she chuckles softly, “such a good job, waffles—I like your eagerness, pup,” before nodding approvingly, “ok! I'll allow you to wear that one for me. Time to lock up!”

With her final decision made, Miss Snow kneels down, locking the small cage onto waffles with a satisfying click, her fingers brushing against him just enough to make him whimper. She stands and slips the key onto her necklace. It will act as a reminder of his place beneath her. “there we go, pup,” she says, towering above him as she tugs his leash, “locked up nice and tight for me.”

She leads waffles to the center of the room, making him sit at her feet while she teases him with flirty words, her voice a mix of command and playfulness. Next she:

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