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puppish-3

2 months ago

"What a pretty collar." Master's fingers played with the leash absentmindedly while his slave knelt at his feet.

"You picked well." Her voice was quiet, breathless. Excited and eager.

Then, his hand moved to grasp her breast firmly, fingers digging in. "Oh, I know, pet." He smirked. "I own only the finest."

The slave doll looked up at him, only to find his eyes fixed upon her. Not the collar.