🏍️ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 & 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 🎤

🔞 Content Warning
👠 Expect nudity, brat banter, bondage (zip ties & oil), and a Dom who refuses to lose. 🦶💦

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👠 Foot Rub Wars – Chapter One 🦶🔥
Bullet: “Don’t drop the oil this time, old man.” 🙄👠

Animal: “Old man? Baby, you’ll be squealing when I’ve got you zip-tied.” 😏⛓️🖤

Bullet: “Zip ties? Please. You can’t even keep the bottle upright.” 🤭🫗

Animal: "Sorry babe but the handcuffs are being used still in the bedroom" Fuck

Animal: “You talk too much for someone who’s about to get hogtied in black plastic.” ✊😈

She grins 😏, bratty as ever, kicking one heel off 👠 like she’s daring me to try. I don’t give her the chance. A flick of my wrist, and the first black zip tie snaps around her wrist with a sharp zzzip. ⛓️🤌

Her eyes widen 😳, even if her mouth still won’t quit.

Bullet: “Mmh, neat trick. What’s next, duct tape?” 😜

Animal: “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” 😉🔥

I slide down to her ankles 🦶, cinching another tie snug, not cruel, but enough to keep her still. Now she’s laid back—wrists and ankles bound ⛓️👩‍🦱—oil bottle waiting in my hand 🫗.

I let a single drop slide onto her arch 🦶💦. She gasps 😮. Then—deliberately—I spill half the damn thing across her toes. 🫗🦶🔥

Bullet: “Ha! Amateur move!” 😏😂 as she snickers

Animal: “Not amateur, baby. Strategy. Now you’re dripping, and I own every drop.” 😈❤️‍🔥

The brat wriggles 🤭, fighting the war with words. But the zip ties keep her still. All she can do is watch while I drag my thumb slow and slick down her sole 🖐️🦶💦, spreading the oil like fire across her skin 🔥.

The war has begun—but she doesn’t know yet that by the end, the only thing she’ll have left is surrender. 🙇‍♀️❤️‍🔥

👠 Foot Rub Wars – Chapter Two 🦶🔥

Bullet: “See? You already spilled it. Amateur move.” 😜🫗

Animal: “Not amateur, baby. That drip was aimed.” 😈🔥

Bullet: “Mmh, sure. Next you’ll tell me you meant to tie me up like this too.” 😉

Animal: “Damn right I did. Black zip ties bite better than rope.” ✊⛓️🖤

She squirms in the chair, blouse sliding open, skirt riding higher with every twist. One heel dangles from her toes 👠, teasing, bratty, like she still thinks she’s in control.

Bullet: “You’re cheating. Using ties… it’s not fair. I  “War isn’t fair, sweetheart. And you threw the first punch.” 😏😈

I drag my thumb across her oiled sole 🖐️🦶💦, slow and steady, making her toes curl. Her bratty laugh cuts off into a gasp 😮‍💨. Her wrists strain against the zip ties behind the chair, plastic creaking as she wriggles.

Bullet: “…god… damn it… that feels… good.” 😳🥵

Animal: “Feels good? Baby, I’ve barely started.” 😏🔥

Oil drips between her toes 🫗💦, sliding over red polish 💅. She’s fighting with words, but her body’s giving her away—hips shifting, chest heaving, breath stuttering.

Bullet: “You’ll never win. I’ll never beg.” 😈

Animal: “Baby girl… every brat breaks.” 😏❤️‍🔥

The war isn’t over yet. But the zip ties are holding, the oil is spreading, and her brat façade is cracking fast.

Animal:" Hey babe I hope you don't mind but I've got another gal lined up behind you so I gotta break you quick, So I hope you don't mind if I keep a couple of these zip ties for My next client/ satisfied customer"

👠 Foot Rub Wars – Chapter Three 🦶🔥
Bullet: “You’ll never admit it—you’re losing.” 😏

Animal: “Sweetheart, the only thing I’m losing… is patience.” 🔥

Bullet: “…you wouldn’t dare—” 😳

Animal: “Oh, I dare. And I always get the last word.” 😈💋

My hand locks her ankle ✊. Black zip ties bite ⛓️, plastic creaking with every twitch. Her soles shine with oil 💦, toes trembling. I drag my tongue across her arch, slow, savoring.

Her sass sputters — eyes roll, lips part, a moan slips out 🥵.

Bullet: “…god… damn you…” 🙇‍♀️

Animal: “Say it, baby. Say who won this war.” 😏🔥

Her head tips back, brat fire gone. What’s left is surrender — trembling, breathless, defeated.

Bullet: “…you did… you win…” 😮‍💨

Animal: “Always do, baby girl.” 😈👑

The war is over. The Dom has the last word.

✨👠 That’s all from the Animal & Bullet Show 🦶🔥
We’ll be back with more heat, more banter, and more games with zip ties ⛓️, cuffs 🔒, and leather straps 🖤. Maybe even a few chains to keep things interesting. 😈
Until then—kiss on the nose, kiss on the toes, kiss on the lips, and one for that perfect butt. 💋🍑

A&B