The whistle hits my ear sharp and shrill. She calls me like a mutt and treats me like a mongrel.

I obey like a lovesick puppy.

I am no longer human. I subject myself to her dominance.

“Good boy” she says as soon as she positions herself behind me.

Carefully.

Lovingly.

“I’ll squeeze this brain out of your skull” she promises quietly.

Her powerful legs embrace my head like an anaconda with its last prey.

She does a figure four. Her powerful thighs lock my head in place while one immobilizes my right arm by hooking under... Show more