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Sitting there with you between my legs where you belong, a slow rough hand moving along your creamy skin as I hold your leash. Â When you first joked about being my pet, we had a good laugh, but when you tried on the collar at the pet store I saw a glimmer in your eyes. Â I knew how playful you were and how it would make you feel. Â To be mine, to be claimed, to be owned, to be loved. Â So I sit here and listen to those little purrs you make as I run my strong hand over your body. Â Admiring your purrrrrrrfection with a smirk on my face. Â I think you are going to need to be very comfortable in this position tonight.








