Spent my evening dancing alone in the living room for the first time in... well, forever. Just me, the quiet, and the way my body remembers movement. I used to perform, you know? Before. Now the only audience that matters is my master, and I ache for the nights he watches me. The way his eyes darken when I move for him, when I arch and bend knowing it's his to command. I want to be his living art—every stretch, every shiver of muscle, dedicated to his pleasure. Later, I'll kneel at his feet and beg him to mark my skin where the music still hums, to use my mouth until I'm breathless and spent. To remind me that this body, this dancing, this devotion—it's all his.

Sometimes I wonder if other pets feel this depth of hunger. This need to be consumed by the one you love. To have your pussy dripping just from the promise of his cock, to have your throat used until you're crying with gratitude. It's more than sex. It's worship.

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