: Prove You Deserve This Collar

There he is. My l*ttle pet. Look at you down there, on your knees at the bottom of MY stairs, staring up like it's the best view of your life.

Because it is, isn't it? This is exactly what you wanted. You begged for it. To be walked. To be collared. To be MY sl*ve pet instead of a free man. Well, congratulations. Now you have it. And you're going to spend every single day proving you deserve to stay.

Eyes up. I mean it, up. That's all you get to look at from now on. This *ss, one step at a time, forever out of reach. Every step I take, you crawl. Every pull of this leash, you obey. You wanted to be walked, pet? This is the walk. Up the stairs. Behind Massa. Where you belong.

You know what's funny? Out there, you're somebody. A man with a job, a name, a life. But in here? On this leash? You're just my pet. And pets are replaceable. Do you understand how many mutts would take your spot right now? How many have asked?

Let's talk about what keeps you here. Because wanting it isn't enough. I keep receipts, pet. Every desperate message you sent me. Every video of you humping the floor and barking for Massa. Every tribute confirmation with your name attached. It's all saved. All organized. All ready to go out to your family, your coworkers, everyone in your boring l*ttle life, if you ever displease me.

That's not a threat, pet. That's your collar. The leash around your neck is just decoration. THIS is what really owns you. The knowledge that I could ruin you any time I feel like it... and you come back anyway. You pay anyway. You crawl up these stairs anyway. Because being exposed as my pet is the only thing that's ever made you feel alive.

Now. Tribute time. Every climb up these stairs costs you. That's the price of walking behind Massa. Send it while you kneel. The second it clears, you keep crawling. If you hesitate... we'll find out how fast I h*t send.

That's it. Paying and crawling. Paying and staring. This is the life you begged for, pet. My *ss above you, my leash around you, my files hanging over your head. You're not a man anymore. You're my kept pet. And kept pets...

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