At the House of Sinn, Goddess Samariel leads Her pet in a display of absolute submission. his arms are secured in a tight leather armbinder, leaving him helpless and only able to shuffle on his knees to keep pace with Her. The leash clipped to his head harness ensures that every movement is controlled by Her, each tug a reminder of his place.

As She strolls gracefully, pausing whenever it pleases Her, he knows his task: to lower himself further and worship Her boots with fervent kisses. In this degrading position, his arse is perfectly exposed, inviting the sharp sting of Her rid...

At the House of Sinn, Goddess Samariel leads Her pet in a display of absolute submission. his arms are secured in a tight leather armbinder, leaving him helpless and only able to shuffle on his knees to keep pace with Her. The leash clipped to his head harness ensures that every movement is controlled by Her, each tug a reminder of his place.

As She strolls gracefully, pausing whenever it pleases Her, he knows his task: to lower himself further and worship Her boots with fervent kisses. In this degrading position, his arse is perfectly exposed, inviting the sharp sting of Her riding crop should She wish to enhance his training.

For a pet in the House of Sinn, this is the ultimate privilege: to be beneath Goddess Samariel, serving as both entertainment and an outlet for Her whims. Truly, this is what it means to belong to a Goddess. Isn’t he fortunate to grovel in Her presence?