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“W-wait,” My little pet whimpered under me as I lined the thick strap-on under his tail. I wound the leash around my fist and tugged up harder, so his collar pulled against his windpipe. “Hold on a second,” He choked. He tried to push himself up on his hands instead of his elbows to slacken the taunt leash. “Mistress, that one is too big!”
“What was that?” I growled and rammed the strap-on into his tight little pucker. “Pets should only bark.”