It’s been a long time since my husband and I had a little pet. I teased him the other night about catching a little fox in the new restraints he built into our bed frame. A good girl with slutty ambitions who just needs someone to draw the line, so she can see how good it feels to rub against it. I want to see the sparkle in her eyes when she’s doing something she’d only dreamed of with her hands in her panties and her finger on her slippery clit. “It’s not corruption,” I whisper, “it’s showing her the light”.
