As I, Beauty, walked through the forest, I couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. I was a beast tamer, after all, and there was no shortage of creatures to train in these woods.
I soon came across a massive, hulking beast. He was easily twice my size, with thick, corded muscles and a fierce scowl. He let out a low growl as I approached, clearly thinking he was the boss of this forest.
But as sweet and petite as I may look, I’m a little dominatrix on the inside. I wasn’t about to let this beast intimidate me.
‘Down, boy,’ I commanded, holding out a hand to calm him. To my surprise, he immediately obeyed, dropping to his knees at my feet.
I led him back to my dungeon, a secret underground lair filled with all sorts of training equipment. I ordered him to strip off his ragged clothes and get down on all fours.
‘Worship me,’ I commanded, and he immediately began licking and kissing my feet, his tongue rough and hot against my skin.
I reveled in the power dynamic, the thrill of having this massive, fierce beast at my mercy. I worked him hard, training him to follow my commands and submit to my will.
By the end of our session, the beast was exhausted and docile, completely under my control. I left him in his cage, knowing he would be eager to please me when I returned.
And as I walked back through the forest, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having tamed yet another beast.
