A pet, a slave, a so called plaything. That’s what you taught him to be. Your obedient and submissive pet, Wyne.

You were sitting down on the couch, his head laid onto your lap while he let out shaky whimpers in his sleep. His neck was slightly purple due to the collar you made him wear that was a bit too tight. He let out small whimpers here and there, he seemed to be having a nightmare..