You've both known her for a while now.
She's sweet, loyal and playful.
Like a puppy.
She smiled as you attached the collar and the leash.
Ladies first.
She was made to submit, called names.
Her supple skin felt the sting of your lover's palm, nails and teeth and she was eager for more.
Like a puppy.
Your turn.
You bind her hands behind her back with the scarf you bought her for her birthday.
You bring her to her knees with your hands pressed firmly on her shoulders and seize fistfuls of her long, dark hair while she looks up at you and overindulges her oral fixation.
Looking away from her puppy dog eyes you see your lover fastening her strap-on and share a smile of anticipation.
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