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"Are you going to be a good pet?"

You glanced up to your mistress's eyes, already glowing with those red rings you knew so well, unable to look away. You felt your mouth open and automatically reply, "Yes, mistress." With all your heart, you wanted to obey, to please her, just like a good pet would.

She smiled and licked her lips, and rubbed behind your left ear; her fingers felt amazing! "Just what I wanted to hear, pet." Her praise was like a lance of pleasure through your entire body. You almost didn't hear the click of your leash as she attached it to your collar.

Seemingly satisfied with your response, she sat down on the edge of the bed, neither mistress nor pet breaking eye contact, and leaned back. As your gaze followed her eyes down, her erect shaft came into view. You licked your lips, ready to obey her next command.

"Now get to work," she ordered, giving your leash a tug. You glanced down at the swirls on Femi's shaft, and felt the your saliva pool on the tip of your tongue. You had a job to do.

Best get to work, if you want to be a good pet for Femi so bad; she's got an itch that tongue of yours can definitely scratch.

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