The Modest Submissive
She glanced up from the high top table looking over at her Master playing pool with his friends. She had a look of adoration on her face as she sipped her fruity drink. She belonged to him, and she was happy to be owned. Everyone knew she belonged to him, she was his precious little doll, dressed in a low cut button up blouse, with a lacey bra peaking out the top, a short skirt that revealed a naked bottom with every bend, sheer black thigh high stockings held up by garters and a pair of heels...