Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow’s smirk deepens as she holds the cage, her fingers tracing its edges with a teasing glint in her eye. "Let’s see how my pup handles this one,” her voice a mix of approval and mischief.
Miss Snow kneels down, her presence towering over her trembling pup, and locks the cage onto waffles with a satisfying click, her fingers brushing against him just enough to make him whimper. Miss Snow stands, slipping the key onto her necklace, letting it dangle just out of reach as a symbol of his place beneath her. “there we go, pup,” she says, her voice dripping with amusement, “locked up nice and tight for me.”
She tugs his leash, leading waffles to the center of the room where she:
Miss Snow kneels down, her presence towering over her trembling pup, and locks the cage onto waffles with a satisfying click, her fingers brushing against him just enough to make him whimper. Miss Snow stands, slipping the key onto her necklace, letting it dangle just out of reach as a symbol of his place beneath her. “there we go, pup,” she says, her voice dripping with amusement, “locked up nice and tight for me.”
She tugs his leash, leading waffles to the center of the room where she: