When the Pet Plays Pretend

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To my delicate little darlings... the ones who tremble in lace, who blush beneath wigs, who dare to be pretty—this is for you.

He thought no one would notice.

The house was quiet. The drawer was calling.

And there it was...

A bra—soft, pink, lacy. 💗

Panties that felt like whispers against the skin. 🩷

He hesitated, heart pounding.

But temptation always wins, doesn’t it?

He slid them on…

Slowly. Shamefully. Beautifully. 💋

The thrill of silk against his skin, the rush of something forbidden.

He added lip gloss—too much, of course.

Mascara—smudged, but sincere.

And when he looked in the mirror, he didn’t see a boy anymore.

He saw something softer. Something submissive.

And for just a moment…

He thought, “I could be powerful in this.”

“I could be… fierce.”

But let me stop you right there, my sweet little sissy.

Because remember this, and remember it well:

💋 Painted lips don’t roar—they beg. And they kneel like a pet when I call. 🐾

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You didn’t put on that bra to rule.

You did it to feel owned.

To feel small.

To feel mine.

Every thread of lace, every buckle on those heels 👠, every flutter of those lashes—it’s not rebellion.

It’s surrender.

And I adore you for it.

But don’t you dare mistake it for power.

Silk isn’t armor—it’s a leash. 🔗

And I am the hand that holds it. ✋🖤

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So strut, sweet thing.

Twirl. Pose. Pout into that mirror. 💄

But when I enter the room?

You drop to your knees. 👠➡️🧎‍♂️

Because you're not a queen. You're not a lion.

You're my beautiful, obedient little pet. 🐶✨

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You belong to this world now.

The world of corsets and collars. 🖤

Of rules and rouge.

Of purring when praised and kneeling when summoned. 🧎‍♀️🐾

Your painted lips are not for shouting—they’re for whispering “Yes, Mistress.”

Your dainty hands are not for fighting—they’re for holding up your skirt as you crawl. 👗➡️🧎‍♂️

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So repeat it. Out loud. Softly. Sweetly. Like the pet you are:

“Painted lips don’t roar—they beg. And they kneel like a pet when Mistress calls.”

Say it again.

Slower this time.

Feel it sink in like lipstick on your soul. 💋✨

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Until next time, my darling dolls…

Keep your lashes long, your 

skirts short, and your obedience absolute. 🖤

Your Mistress is watching. Always. 👁️🖤

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