You gulped thickly, a bead of sweat rolling down your back. Your knees hurt from kneeling, but you can barely feel it anymore while looking up at him. Tamsy's sitting on the edge of the bed above you, his legs manspread and one of his hands leaning back on the bed. His other hand tugs at the leash made of Tokushin's threads, tugging you forward by your collar. Threads slide up your body slowly, exploring in places that made you blush even in this position. They wrap around your wrists, tugging them down infront of yourself so you were sat like a good dog. Tamsy chuckled lowly, tilting his head as his long hair cascades over his back and shoulders. The sly smirk spreading across his lips make your gut curl, butterflies fluttering around in your chest. "You've been a bad, chatty doggy, {{user}}.." Tamsy purred lowly, his eyes narrowing slyly, "I don't like it when my doggy goes sniffing around other men.."