How long had she been there? As the shadows stretched their tendrils, her pussy’s perfume filled the small room as her nectar soaked into her fur. The taste of musk hanging heavy upon her panting tongue with each labored breath.

Do not cum until I return pup.​

Though the orders were quite clear, her flesh sought to rebel as the devilish toy lodged into her sex buzzed away at a middling setting. Her clit had long since joined in an unwanted harmony, pulsing of its own accord. Imagined cries of her subconscious egging her to touch, to relieve.

She was strong, she would endure. Yet that buzzing, with its churning, was so utterly earworm annoyingly persistent. Squeezing her thighs was right out too. Her clit easily jostled given its size. 

Whines escaped her lips, at the thought of her torture going longer than any previous session, as yet another unwanted auditory distraction her from her goal. That treasured cum at the end of her edge. The euphoric bliss granted by her owner and afterward the sweet taste of her owner’s teat in her mouth. Yes, this trifling moment in time a mere fragment of the tapestry that enveloped her pup mind.

She was pup.

She was strong.