Saw A Post About Villains Who Love Their Wives But Also Villains Who Love Their Husbands And That Made

Now that she’d got her husband trained to submit to her, Catherine decided to share him with a group of her best friends for the week-end. She’d get lots of new ideas for how to dominate him even more, and the women would have a lot of fun together, challenging each other to see who could humiliate him the most.

There is something uniquely horrible and humiliating about the pressure of a foot, a reminder of just how far below a human she is. Her existence revolves around being belittled, denigrated by human feet: acting as a footrest for whomever gives the order, crushed to the floor by heels of boots on a whim, forced to polish their boots with her muzzle at a snap of the fingers, forced to sniff and mewl at their bare sweaty feet on command. She is never allowed to raise her head, never allowed to take more than one folded limb off the floor while out of her cage. She screams, struggles, fights every new humiliation, but they have her in their control, and she can only growl in frustration as they take their leave, throw her a bunch of keys just to watch her try to get at them with her useless limbs.

Bratty girls know get ass soaked piggy. Bratty girls break your brain.