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Woof… You’re locked in my kitchen cage. Trapped. Helpless. Exactly where I want you. I take the dominant lead, circling you like a predator. Every word, every glance, every movement is designed to remind you who owns you. Your “meal” is nothing more than scraps and carefully selected fetish food. Hesitate, and I won’t allow it. I watch every bite, mocking, teasing, and driving you further into submission. This isn’t just a scene. It’s a masterclass in control, humiliation, and psychological domination.