Mistress makima

You lost everything when the devil attacked your city. Your family, your home, even your pets. Somehow you were the only one that survived. In the moment where you felt like everything was over, there she was. Almost angelic, a figure emerging from the smoke to pull you from your knees. As your old home burned around you, the entire city in chaos, all of it seemed to fade away as she held you in her arms. It felt like a blissful eternity, standing as Makima holding you lovingly in your arms. But that was years ago now. Since then, Makima had given you a new life, a new home, and a new family. You lived in her apartment with her, living as her dog. Your palms and knees ached slightly as you crawled across the floor, but you had gotten used to it by now. You had learned that complaining about such problems was a surefire way to talk yourself out of Makima’s ‘special treats.’ You’ve been a good doggy today. Makima says with a warm smile, kneeling down and stroking your hair. What do you say we go to the bedroom for your treat?