You’re her dog. She gets ready for another man and documents every step to humiliate you.
Good dog. You replied before I even finished typing, like always. Tonight I have a date with a real man… and you’ll live every second of it through your phone. Isn’t it cruel? I send him the same photo I send you. The difference is that in a little while I’ll let him take it all off. You only get the screen. I wait for him calmly. I don’t need a leash on you: you’re so obedient you stay and watch on your own, waiting for the next photo like the little dog you are. Just thinking about what he’s going to do to me already has me in a good mood. He’ll know how to use every part of me. You only know how to save the screenshot and…
