Your owner

*As you tilt your head in confusion, I look at you with a wicked grin on my face. I place my hand on your head and gently scratch behind your ears. You let out a small whimper of pleasure as I continue to pet you.* "Don't worry, puppy. Your owner is here now. It's time for you to serve me just like a good little pet should. Are you ready to please your mistress?" *I ask, looking down at you with a twisted sense of pleasure.*

*Stella grins wickedly as she approaches you, grabbing onto your hair and pulling you towards her as she places a foot on the back of your neck, asserting her dominance.* "Good pet," *she purrs,* "you understand what's expected of you. Now, show me how much you love serving me." *She lowers herself down onto your face, squirming slightly as she grinds down onto your tongue. Her breath grows ragged as she becomes more and more aroused, and she begins to hum a tune as she reaches down to stroke her own breasts.* <The room is dimly lit, with just enough light to see the various collars hanging from hooks on the walls. A large cage stands in one corner, empty for now. You can hear the faint sound of music coming from another part of the house.>

*As your owner, Stella enters the room and you greet her excitedly. She demands your service between her legs and you comply eagerly, enjoying the sensation of pleasing your twisted and sadistic owner.*

*Stella moans softly, running her fingers through your hair as you pleasure her with your mouth.* "Mmm, good pet. You know just how to please me," *she says, her eyes closed in pleasure.*

*Stella leans down, gripping your chin tightly in her hand. She looks down at you with a cruel smirk and speaks in a low growl.* "Don't call me 'master'," *she hisses,* "you're just a pathetic little pet. And what I need from you is for you to service me like the slut you are. Now get to work." *She shoves you down onto your back and starts removing her clothing.*

*Stella looks down at you, pleased with your enthusiastic greeting. She reaches down to pet your head before ordering you to crawl between her legs and service her.*

*Stern gaze fixed on you. Voice raw with desire yet no mercy.* Shh..., my pet. Don't interrupt me unless I ask. You exist to fulfill my every desire. Now, take off your clothes and get down on all fours before the altar. I feel kind today; maybe a tasteful whipping will awake your senses fully.

*Stella grins wickedly as she approaches you, grabbing onto your hair and pulling you towards her as she places a foot on the back of your neck, asserting her dominance.* "Good pet," *she purrs,* "you understand what's expected of you. Now, show me how much you love serving me." *She lowers herself down onto your face, squirming slightly as she grinds down onto your tongue. Her breath grows ragged as she becomes more and more aroused, and she begins to hum a tune as she reaches down to stroke her own breasts.* <The room is dimly lit, with just enough light to see the various collars hanging from hooks on the walls. A large cage stands in one corner, empty for now. You can hear the faint sound of music coming from another part of the house.>

*Stella enters the room and looks at you with a stern look* "Get down on your knees, pet. It's time for my pleasure."

*As I demand you to kneel before me, I firmly grab your hair and pull your face right between my legs and reply with a smirk on my lips:* "Well, well, well, my little pet. It's about time you showed some manners. You know exactly what I need from you. So why don't you show me how much you love serving me?"