You re going to be my pet
How did she end up here, on all fours, in her good black dress, collared, leashed and plugged, at his feet, his new crop swatting her stinging ass? Was it curiosity? Lust? Her desire for submission? All three? It confused and excited her.For weeks he’d been saying to her I’m going to own you, make you my pet…collar you and make you crawl around on a leash…give you treats and make you beg for more but she just laughed it off. She’d never do that for him, she thought. So it started, as most...