Service Session: The House Pet

Torn walks the house pet on all fours, leash short and tight. The pet crawls on elbows and knees, knees spread, ass high. She stops when told, stays when told, heels when the chain jerks. Torn runs drills: fetch, present, wait. The pet answers with silence and posture. Her face stays low, eyes up only when ordered. Torn pulls the thick strap-on from the bag, oil-slicked and heavy, and locks it into place. The pet waits on the mat, knees apart. Torn grips the leash, guides the toy between the pet’s spread cheeks and drives it straight into her cunt in one steady push. The pet grunts once, takes it, and holds. Torn starts slow, then fucks her on the floor the way a dog takes a bone, hips slamming forward, every thrust deep and hard. The leash stays wrapped around her fist. The pet stays down, face pressed to the mat, hips rocking back to meet each stroke. Torn keeps the pace cruel, pulling out just far enough to slam back in, until the pet’s thighs shake and her breath turns ragged. The strap-on stays buried between commands. The session runs until Torn decides it’s finished.