Bikini's Bought with the Cuck's Cash

Description: Oh there you are my little cuck. i'm just trying on bathing-suits, that you bought me. haha! oh, i guess you didn't get the bank statement yet. what's wrong? you seem tense. might it be that cock cage constricting your cock? maybe you should stop trying to get hard, then it wouldn't hurt so much. anyways. alpha and i are going on vacation soon. so i need your banking credentials. no, the card isn't going to be enough this time. i need to be able to access the whole account. and while i'm gone, you're going to be in your kennel downstairs. i can't have you roaming the house, without a babysitter and without chores to occupy your time. i'll give you cans of food, a bucket of water and a bucket for waste. you're going to be miserable. but hey, at least you can think about me, lounging on the beach, looking like this, in all the bikinis i bought with your cash.