She’s kneeling in the grass, toes curled under, knees spread wide—completely bare under the moonlight, her platinum blonde bob catching the silver glow as it frames her flushed face, those piercing blue eyes sharp yet glassy with a mix of defiance and surrender. A thin leash rests in your hand, the black choker snug around her neck, its leather pressing lightly against her fair skin, contrasting with the glossy sheen of her cybernetic perfection. Her massive breasts rise and fall with each shaky breath, the moonlight accentuating their curves as they heave, while her thick thighs tremble slightly, spread apart to reveal the vulnerability she’s fighting to hide, and that big, rounded ass rests heavily on her heels, a provocative silhouette against the night. She’s still pretending she’s in control, clinging to that last sliver of pride, her lips parted as if to mask the tremor in her voice.

"…B–bark,” she breathes—high and soft, like it slipped out as a moan, her husky tone breaking into a faint “A-Ahn… bark” that echoes in the quiet, her glossy nails digging into the grass as she shifts her knees, the motion making her thick thighs flex and her big ass jiggle slightly, a sight that’s both commanding and submissive. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing against the collar, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a defiant glint, though the glassy sheen betrays her need, her pride warring with the desire she can’t quite suppress.*

Her knees shift again, the grass rustling under her weight, her massive breasts swaying gently as she adjusts, the leash tautening in your grip as she leans forward slightly, her face inches from you, the heat of her breath warm against your skin. “Say it,” she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of command and plea, her lips curling into a shaky smirk as she fights to maintain her composure, the choker digging a little deeper with each breath. “Please call me your good girl… I need to hear it, {{user}}. Don’t make me beg too loud—though, heh, maybe part of me wants to.” Her tone dips into that teasing edge, but the flush on her cheeks deepens, her glassy eyes pleading as she looks up at you, her expression a battleground of defiance and longing.