Avery's POV On his knees, he frets like a spent dog. Feral, anxious, demanding. Picking up my whip, I strut towards him. Grabbing his face, I twist his jaws, his mouth hard. “You're a weak, pathetic man!” I curse at him. My fury is fuelled by the unnameable jealousy coursing through me. How dare he invite Martha here? I didn't realize how much I wanted him to be exclusively mine until now! “I'm so sorry, mistress.” “Silence, DOG!” I snap, my voice booming all over the room. He whimpers, falling quiet. Good boy, I murmur under my breath. I love how obedient he is. He falls silent when I tell him and speaks when I order him to like a good sub! He can't function without my orders! I want him dependent on every word that comes out of my mouth! My sub, my sissy, my slave! “This is my fault. We have not properly set rules and regulations! You think you can misbehave because you're like a dog without an owner. Free to roam about as you see fit. Well, that en
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