Giada is such a filthy little dog, her face smeared with lipstick, her work clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. The pungent scent of her day clings to her, especially her socks, which reek of her toil. She would love nothing more than to feel My voluptuous arse on her face, but why would I risk staining My perfect panties or sullying My divine skin?

Still, there’s a way for Me to enjoy her submission while keeping My perfection intact. With her face covered and mouth stuffed with her own socks, she’s denied even the slightest taste of Me. All she can do is savour the flavo...

Giada is such a filthy little dog, her face smeared with lipstick, her work clothes discarded carelessly on the floor. The pungent scent of her day clings to her, especially her socks, which reek of her toil. She would love nothing more than to feel My voluptuous arse on her face, but why would I risk staining My perfect panties or sullying My divine skin?

Still, there’s a way for Me to enjoy her submission while keeping My perfection intact. With her face covered and mouth stuffed with her own socks, she’s denied even the slightest taste of Me. All she can do is savour the flavour of her own filth. I position Myself above her, lowering My weight onto her face, using it for My pleasure alone.

Her muffled whimpers beneath Me, the way her body squirms as she fights for breath, it only fuels My arousal. My satisfaction matters far more than her discomfort. When I am ready, I uncover her face, wiping away the grime to prepare her for something far more intimate.

Now cleaned and ready, her nose pressed perfectly against My vulva, I ride her face with abandon, letting her feel the weight of My dominance as I reach My climax. When My pleasure spills over her, she is utterly drenched in My essence: a reward and a reminder of her place beneath Me.

But I’m not done. Turning around, I grind Myself against her eager face again, knowing her tongue craves access to Me. Yet a dirty dog like her does not deserve such an honour. Her tongue is fit only for My arse, a fitting task as I continue to ride her to completion.

Once My desires are sated, I send her to prepare My bath. She remains marked and filthy, a true reflection of her status as My dirty little dog.