Once upon a time...
there was a bright young woman with the freedom to do as she pleased and the ability to make any choice she wanted with her life. It was the worst dillema ever, burdening her with the misery of hard decisions and the frightening void of a world without boundaries.
Then one day a Gentleman came along, grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled it back sharply, and asked ever so politely if she'd like to be His property. Breathless and aroused, she said, "Yes, Sir." He put her in a collar, leashed her, renamed her Pepper, stripped her of her clothes, taught her to crawl and trained her to please His cock. She now is required to obey His will in all things. Where there was once a woman, there is now a pet.
She's never been happier.
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Pepper Loves...
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I like her facial expression
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Because I want a pretty, dark red leather chair I can match.
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Kind of awesome.
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Go ahead and whisper filthy things to me. Make me squirm, shiver, and soak my panties at the thought of what you might do. Let the mind fuck begin…
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“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing sweetheart.” He shook his head, able to do nothing but marvel at her seemingly inexhaustible resources when it came...
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I’m glad you’re home, Sir
-Pet
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Those bows are really supah-cute.
I like her facial expression
Because I want a pretty, dark red leather chair I can match.
Kind of awesome.
Go ahead and whisper filthy things to me. Make me squirm, shiver, and soak my panties at the thought of what you might do. Let the mind fuck begin…
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing sweetheart.” He shook his head, able to do nothing but marvel at her seemingly inexhaustible resources when it came...
I’m glad you’re home, Sir
-Pet
Those bows are really supah-cute.