Miss Snow Finds Herself a Pup!
Miss Snow paces once more, her heels clicking rhythmically as she taps a finger against her chin, her eyes glinting with wicked delight. “You need more discipline, pup,” she says, her voice firm. “Since you broke my rule, I’m giving you new ones to obey.” She kneels down, grabbing waffles’ chin to force his eyes to meet hers.
“From now on, you’ll kiss my feet every morning, crawl everywhere even when you're not in my presence, and you'll have additional chores from now on—understand?” waffles whimpers, his tail tucking as he nods weakly.
His denied cock twitches, his shame deepening with each new rule. Miss Snow smirks, standing up. “Break these, and you’ll wish you’d never been born a pup,” she warns, her tone icy. She resumes her pacing, her heels clicking as she considers another way to toy with his mind, leaving waffles trembling in fear of his new rituals.
“From now on, you’ll kiss my feet every morning, crawl everywhere even when you're not in my presence, and you'll have additional chores from now on—understand?” waffles whimpers, his tail tucking as he nods weakly.
His denied cock twitches, his shame deepening with each new rule. Miss Snow smirks, standing up. “Break these, and you’ll wish you’d never been born a pup,” she warns, her tone icy. She resumes her pacing, her heels clicking as she considers another way to toy with his mind, leaving waffles trembling in fear of his new rituals.