“Are you mistress’ pretty puppy?” Cassandra coos, gloved fingers stroking over the faux puppy ears resting on the crown of your head. Petting you as if you’re an actual dog.

“Yes, you are.”

You whine as the older woman tugs on the little tail you’re wearing, the soft tugging motion making you wriggle and squirm on her love. Oh, how she loves this.

The hand that was caressing your ears slips around to cup your chin, tilting your head backwards to then place a kiss on the corner of your lips. Forever a tease.

“Such a good girl.”