I know you are waiting for more mutt

August 25

Mistress Olive ran her eyes over him, taking in his muscular frame, the light sheen of sweat on his skin, and the sad, tiny cock already half-erect between his legs. She smiled, a wicked gleam in her brown eyes.

"You're mine tonight, Mut," she purred, reaching out to run a finger along his chest, tracing a path down to his pathetic dick. "All of this belongs to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mut breathed, his eyes closing as her two fingers wrapped around his little shaft, stroking him slowly. "I'm yours to use and pleasure as you wish."

"That's right, you're my mutt," she whispered, leaning in to nip at his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "And I plan to use every inch of you."