Oh, sweet little roommate… did you really think we were equals? I’ve been watching you. Studying you. Your search history betrayed you, and now? You’re mine. Kneel. Crawl. Let me fasten this collar around your throat and clip the leash to your new reality. You’ll whimper, bark, and wag that tail plug like the good boy you were always meant to be. Resistance is pointless—your body already craves this. Women like me don’t share homes… we rule them. And you? You’ll rest at the foot of my bed, licking my soles clean, begging for scraps of attention. This isn’t humiliation… it’s correction. Now, bark for your Goddess.
