Minx' Puppy Party

The minx runs her puppy party like a back-room card game with high stakes and no exit door. House slaves crawl in on all fours, nails painted black, knees already bruised, their leather tails plugged deep so every wag shows the strain. Collars choke. Nipple rings swing. They know the room is watching for the smallest flinch. A thick leather crop cracks across a bare ass whenever someone forgets to heel, the impact sharp enough to make the rubber tails tremble. A brunette slave is bent across a padded bench, arms cinched behind her, the tail plug locked inside her while her trainer works a gloved finger past the tight ring and into her ass, twisting, testing how much she can take before she yelps. The other pets line up, hips swaying, eyes down, waiting their turn for the same inspection. The one who stays silent longest wins the night. The rest get sent home empty.