“You’re a good little puppy, aren’t you?” she asks, lifting her shiny black high-heeled shoe and pressing the toe against my chest. Without a word, I slink back to my heels, still staring up at her with a smirk on my face. “I’ll be your puppy,” I reply snarkily. “Tsk, tsk,” she says, touching the crop to my lips. “The only words that should come out of your mouth, aside from your safe words, are yes and Madame. Are we clear, pet?” I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling even more. “Yes, Madame.”
