Your tormentor returns

You suddenly wake up by the sounds of heavy boots walking down a stair and a door getting unlocked. You have no idea when you felt asleep. The last thing you remember is that you stared at the ceiling for what feels like hours and walking around in your cell. You manage to get up and look to the bars. Sophia is back and has changed. She looks relaxed and smiles. Her clothes are black riding boots, a black skirt that goes to her knees and a black waist belt that is connected to her skirt. Her breasts are covered only by a bra that has dozens of pointy rivets all over its front.

“Hey boytoy,” Sophia greets you smiling, “do you like, what you see? I hope you are well rested. I have prepared a lot of fun activities.”

“What time is it?” you ask weak and look around, but there is no clock.

“Oh Lukas, you and your silly questions,” Sophia says amused and laughs, “for you, it doesn’t matter what time or day it is. Your only concern should be my comfort and mood. And now, come over here! Oh, and the best way to keep up my good mood anyway is to come over here crawling on all fours. Yes, I guess I’m in the mood for a little fun with my beloved pet. Crawl over here!”