Purring to myself as I watch Whiskers shackle up and belt her own pet, much to Amythists screaming horror. Laughing down at her and how she deserves it, having tits that big and everything. Sitting down on a stool and watching Whiskers come over with her idea of her reward, and how evil she is deciding to be. All of which makes me moan out with pride, petting her head and groping my own large furry left breast.<strong>"Oh my, that will be very very evil of you to do to your Mistress! I do hope you know what you are getting into my pet..."</strong><br/><br/>All the same, I bring out the special fur tattooing machine, that allows the ink to set into the white fur of my breast and stain the roots completely, as to make sure that no matter how much I shed fur it will still be there. Turning on the magical device and handing Whiskers the gun, all the while sticking out my chest for her to begin.