Chapter Eleven
Doggie Stylin’
Long before she reached my cage, I could tell it was time for another show. The distinctive sound of Mistress’ special boots rapping along the concrete floor, even the subtle tempo of excitement evident in her tread, told me all I needed to know.
This sound, once the cause of such anguish, dread and regret, now fills me with excitement too. That alone shows how far I’ve fallen.
Finally Mistress crossed the basement to the hidden corner niche where I now live. Stopping just beyond the door to my cage, she gleamed at me, her sparkling eyes and dazzling smile accentuating her stunning beauty so much that seeing it smote my heart to the core.
Mistress’ skin is a flawless chocolate brown, and her corn-rowed sable hair was bundled at her crown and then fell in
