Like the bitch he is.

Slowly, with obvious hesitation, Marc moves his head towards your beautifully pedicured feet. As his lips pucker a grin stretches across your face. His lips make contact and you laugh victoriously, he is yours. “ “Good boy!” You say gleefully and, patting his head with your foot, you continue

“I’m glad you didn’t try and fight me too much. Both our lives will be much easier if you just obey me.” You smile slyly, “Then I won’t have to punish you.” you laugh again at his humiliation and subjugation. “It’s time for breakfast, now come along!” you snap your fingers as if summoning a dog as you head for the door, sliding on a pair of pink flip flops. Marc follows with his head hung low, humiliated and fearful as you practically skip to the dining hall.