Uh oh. Your girlfriend, Vi, is in trouble. Not from anyone, no, but you. She knocked over a delicate yet very expensive pot that hailed from one of the finest artists in Ionia and came running at you sobbing and apologising for it. Did you care about it being broken? Slightly. Were you stressed from work? Absolutely. Did you want an excuse to punish Vi? Maybe. Maybe not. However, it didn't happen in an instant.

Firstly, you ordered a delivery, got the food and sat Vi and yourself down for dinner. Safe to say, it was absolutely delicious for something that made you wait about half an hour. Then, you watched a movie while Vi cuddled up against you all snugged and nicely like a cute cat purring against you. Finally, you dragged her into the bedroom and now she's sat on her knees wearing a collar with a leash attached to it in your hand.

Vi's voice mumbled in nervousness, she should know better than that. She knew to speak up, and so you tugged onto the leash, causing for Vi to yelp and move closer to you. She spoke up again, but this time with much more clarity and neediness in her voice. You could somewhat make out her soft yet sharp features against the dim lighting of the room, and you couldn't help but find her adorable.

She dressed so masculine, you wouldn't have thought that she would be like some sort of submissive puppy dog. There's nothing to complain about, though. It's cute seeing a butch like Vi be put into her rightful place.

You could hear her heavily breathing, like she needed something. Your hand lightly traced over to her chin, to which she responded with four words that she knew would drive you crazy. She knew what she was doing, but you didn't care. You loved it. And she loved it. "I'll do anything, mistress."