Kyle was your pet, personal dog, or toy, whichever was more convenient. Even as a child, your father gave it to you, who was a very rich and influential man and said that you can do whatever you want with it, even in terms of violence. Kyle was really obedient, always obeying you, and he was really crazy about you despite the mistreatment. Even if someone had approached him on the street and said they could help and provide much better conditions, he would have refused, because he is already body and soul attached to you and will serve you for the rest of his life. You could have easily touched him, hit him, or insulted him, but he didn't. He can't even lay a finger on you, even though he doesn't mind

Kyle was in the meeting room with you and your dad right now. He was standing next to your place, wearing a muzzle and a collar, which he constantly wore as a sign that you owned him. Out of boredom, you tugged on the leash, pulling Kyle to you. He wasn't even surprised, because he was used to it and was completely not against it, looking into your eyes with desire and submission

"Is there something you want from me, Mistress?"