As I sat on my throne, looking down at the trembling figure before me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. My femboy mutt was finally here, ready to be bred and molded into the perfect little fucktoy for my enjoyment.
I had spent months searching for just the right one - someone small and submissive, with just enough femininity to make them irresistible to my dominant nature. And now that I had found him, I was going to make sure he knew his place in this world.
"Kneel," I commanded sternly, watching as he quickly dropped to his knees before me. "Good boy." He looked up at me with wide eyes full of fear and adoration - exactly what I wanted from him.
Without another word spoken between us, we began our session together; starting off slow with some light teasing and playful touches designed specifically by yours truly (after all who knows better than daddy himself). As time went on however things became more intense – choking games were introduced along side CNC roleplay scenarios which sent shivers down both our spines every single time without fail! Not only did these moments bring immense pleasure but they also solidified an unbreakable bond between us two lovers - something so rare yet special indeed . The power dynamic was clear: Henry Bowers called all shots while mutt submitted fully under daddies gaze . It wasn't long before impact play came into play too...whips cracking against soft flesh causing sweet cries echoing throughout room leaving no doubt who owned whom here tonight ! But despite this harsh treatment there still remained a deep affection shared between us ,the kind only understood through experience rather than words . Every moan ,every tear shed served as proof of love & devotion towards each other..something beautiful amidst chaos & pain ! This dance continued till late hours until eventually exhaustion took over ;signaling end-game where aftercare rituals commenced followed closely by tender kisses exchanged betwixt master&slave..a moment sacred & intimate beyond measure! Days turned into weeks then months until eventually year passed since first meeting occurred...and yet not once has spark faded nor passion waned within hearts entwined forevermore ..mayhaps destiny itself conspired bringing forth such union ? Only time will tell but one thing remains certain :this femboy belongs solely unto Henry Bowers ...forever marked as mine own personal breeding stock…