I had such high hopes for you as a slave, but you couldn’t live up to them. To be more specific, you couldn’t LAST long enough to live up to them. The slightest touch of your cock, sometimes even the slightest touch elsewhere, and off you go, shooting your cum well before I’ve given permission. So say goodbye to being Mistress’s slave. Oh, but don’t be sad. You can still serve and amuse me, just in a different capacity. Instead of my slave, I’m going to make you into my puppy.