Jun 20
I ache to be muzzled.
Just yapping and yapping at my owner, perhaps giving some kind of attitude. Regardless all they want is for me to shut up. They ask me so nicely to stop. I do for a little while before I begin again.
They can’t take it anymore. They storm over to me and grab my collar, yanking me with them as they stomp through the house. They go and grab my muzzle before ripping my panties off of me. They shove them in my mouth before strapping the muzzle tightly to my head.
“Quiet, pup. Mutts are seen. Not heard”