ITALIAN LANGUAGE

You hear barking... it's my locked in a cage. I go towards him holding the leash in my hand. He shudders with joy because he knows it's time to go out for a walk. I open the door and he approaches me. He has toothed clamps on his nipples. I left them as a symbol of belonging and punishment. And that's where I put the leash, so that every pull is a pain for that beast. I take him for a walk. He smells my smell, he is glad that I came to get him but at the same time he feels pain in his nipples. Then sitting comfortably I have my boots cleaned with his tongue. A go...

ITALIAN LANGUAGE

You hear barking... it's my locked in a cage. I go towards him holding the leash in my hand. He shudders with joy because he knows it's time to go out for a walk. I open the door and he approaches me. He has toothed clamps on his nipples. I left them as a symbol of belonging and punishment. And that's where I put the leash, so that every pull is a pain for that beast. I take him for a walk. He smells my smell, he is glad that I came to get him but at the same time he feels pain in his nipples. Then sitting comfortably I have my boots cleaned with his tongue. A good thus serves his Mistress! But now I want him to become my pony and to take me for a walk. I prepare him by putting two bridles always connected to the clamps and I ride him. Every now and then I like him grab me by the heels and stand up on two legs. I take him to the end of his strength and he collapses to the ground. I let my boots kiss, give him a tug on his nipples again and leave him there.

CHE VOGLIO CHE TU SIA

Si sente abbaiare... è il mio cane chiuso in gabbia. Vado verso di lui tenendo il guinzaglio in mano. Lui freme dalla gioia perchè sa che è venuto il momento di uscire per la passeggiata. Apro la porticina e si avvicina a me. Ha delle pinzette dentate ai capezzoli. Gliele ho lasciate come simbolo di appartenenza e punizione. Ed è proprio lì che gli metto il guinzaglio, in modo che ad ogni tirata sia una sofferenza per quella bestiaccia. Lo porto un po' a spasso. Lui fiuta il mio odore, è contento che sono venuta a prenderlo ma allo stesso tempo prova dolore ai capezzoli. Poi seduta comoda mi faccio ripulire gli stivali con la lingua. Un bravo cane serve così la sua Padrona! Adesso però ho voglia che diventi il mio pony e che sia lui a portarmi a spasso. Lo preparo mettendogli due briglie sempre collegate alle pinzette e lo cavalco. Ogni tanto mi piace mi afferri per i tacchi e si alzi su due zampe. Lo porto allo stremo delle sue forze e si accascia al suolo. Mi faccio baciare gli stivali, gli do ancora una tirata ai capezzoli e lo lascio lì.

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