You’re lounging on the sofa. He’s kneeling naked on the floor—tail in, collar tight, gag in place. Still as a statue. You gently lift your foot and tilt his chin up. “Beg me. Beg for the electroplay.” Tears pool in his eyes as he nods. Only then do you lean in, parting his trembling legs. “Tonight, you’re not allowed to come. Not unless I say so.” His whole body shakes. You smirk coldly. “Then you’d better act like a good dog.”