jump the gun.

*Satis* · 07-22-2014, 01:12 AM

Satis was far from a leader; her soul and being was as much dedicated to following the commands of a single usurper as the mechanic tick-tock of rotating clockwork. Though power ran rich within her sinew and determination an endless torrent within the walls of her skeleton, she would bare only a uselessness within her power had there been no being to revere. Her loyalties were to her family; if Roman desired her leadership, then Satis would stop only at death to please her wishes. It is only now that her submissive position will ease, though still her body language claims her to be the underling; thick tail heavy between her taut thighs. ?Yield will come only in my demise, my Queen; I am yours to dispose,? in those few words she re-pledges her loyalties to the pale woman with only the most convincing gestures of her salmon tongue. ?I will commit to all you seek of me; you need only ask,? her voice was feverishly brave for such a pretty and diminutive little canine; her might stretched far beyond the height of her shoulders.

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