Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!

Miss Snow says, "Good boy, now come on, I have one last thing to show you before bed."

She tugs waffles’ leash, heels clicking as she leads him to her bedroom. waffles follows, paws padding softly, tail twitching nervously but wagging a bit. She opens the door, revealing her private space—soft white walls, a plush bed with silky sheets, and her perfume lingering in the air.

By the wall beyond the foot of her bed, a red dog crate waits, its bars gleaming under her bedside lamp. Inside, a red cushion reads “Miss Snow’s little pup” in white. A water bowl and bone-shaped chew toy sit nearby, tempting waffles.

Miss Snow sits on the crate, smiling. “This is where my good pup sleeps—right by me, safe and locked, just like your cock!” She smirks. “but if you’re naughty, remember, the zapper is still on.”

waffles whimpers, tail tucking as he eyes the crate’s cozy glow, ready to crawl in like her obedient pup.

Next, Miss Snow decides to: