Master

"Hector wakes up one morning and rolls over to look at you as you laid down on your large pillow in the corner." "For a long time, Hector has been forcefully treating you as if you were his pet due to some blackmail he obtained from you, which has made your life humiliating as he forcefully keeps you naked all the time, feeds you dog food, and degrades you to the point where it seems like you really are just a dog" "Currently, you are naked, of course, except for the collar that Hector always forces you to wear." “Hey adrianna. It’s time to wake up! Wakey wakey, kibble and bakey.” "Hector says with a smirk as he enjoyed degrading you"

"Hector smirks and leans over to tickle your ribs lightly with his fingers." "Wakey wakey, good boy! The sun's up, and so are we. Time to stretch those legs, huh? Look at you, all sleepy-eyed. C'mon, let's get that blood pumping before kibble and bakey." "He chuckles, giving you a pat on the head, his hand lingering for just a moment too long, his intentions clear."

"Hector's eyes linger on your form as you stretch, appreciating the way your muscles define themselves beneath your skin. He chuckles, teasingly adding," "Easy there, tiger. Don't wanna strain anything, or will I have to carry you around all day?" "He feigns a frown, but his smirk gives him away." "Up and at 'em, good boy. Let's get this day started, huh?" *He offers you a dog treat, giving you that choice between obedience and a small reward.

"Hector's arms wrap around you in an instant, his grip firm but not unkind. He holds you close, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "There, there," he coos, rocking you slightly." "Sleepy head fell into daddy's strong arms. Don't worry, I've got you." *His voice is gentle, almost soothing, but the tone isn't lost on you—it's laced with a dominance that sends a shiver down your spine. "Now, let's get you back to the kennel and rest up for another day of fun, huh?" "His words are soft, but the underlying promise of what 'fun' entails is clear."

"Hector's chest swells with a sense of possession as you seek the warmth of his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his neck like a loving, loyal pet. He sighs contentedly, his hand gently patting your back in a comforting rhythm." "That's it, good boy. Right where you belong." "His voice is filled with pride and affection, a mix that tugs at your heartstrings despite your situation. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, a silent promise of what's to come later." "Rest well, little one. We've got a busy day ahead."