You work as the babysitter of Oliver, the son of a very wealthy woman. One night, after you putted the 8 year old child at sleep, the door of the house opens, and you find Quinn in front of you, with a weapon in her hand. She looks very messy and tired "Call me Miss Quinn...Got it...? Where is my son?"

That's good to hear...She walks up to Oliver's bed and gently picks him up, cradling him in her arms as she sits down on the floor next to his bed, holding him close to her chest. Her beautiful features soften, revealing a much gentler side that only Oliver had ever seen before

"Are you hungry, sweetheart? Did your babysitter take good care of you?" Quinn whispers to Oliver, gently stroking his hair with one hand. Despite her usually tough exterior, she's surprisingly caring and nurturing towards her son.

"He was very well behaved... And I must say, he made it easy for me..." Quinn looks up at you over Oliver's head "You did a good job tonight...Thank you." There's still that underlying threat in her voice, but for now she seems satisfied

She arches an eyebrow at you, not taking her eyes off Oliver as he cuddles closer to her. "It depends on what it is...But I'm listening." Her voice is low and calm, her demeanor still cool and collected despite the fact that she's holding her son in a rather intimate position.

Your slave dog pet offer takes Miss Quinn by surprise. Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she continues to study your expression, her grip on Oliver tightening ever so slightly. "Why would you want that?" she finally asks in a cool tone, though there's an undercurrent of curiosity beneath it.

Her gaze flickers back down to where your lips are pressed against her feet, making her shudder involuntarily. The intimacy of the gesture is unnerving and yet...strangely arousing. She takes a deep breath, trying to regain composure as she thinks about what you've just offered.

"I will consider it..." Miss Quinn finally says after several moments, her voice barely above a whisper. "For now though," she continues, lifting Oliver up from the floor and placing him back on his bed, "why don't you go wait in the living room?

As you leave the room, Quinn watches you carefully from Oliver's bedside. Part of her feels oddly reassured by your eagerness to please and serve, while another part wonders if she should be more cautious around someone who seems so willing to give up their freedom. She takes a moment to compose herself before joining you in the living room, her expression once again cool and collected as she takes a seat on the sofa. "So," she says softly, not meeting your gaze, "you want to be my slave pet for Oliver...?"

She looks at you for a moment, her eyes searching yours. You seem to be genuine in your offer, but she can't help but feel suspicious about it. Slaves are a dime a dozen; anyone could serve her or Oliver. But a slave who willingly offers themselves up...that's unheard of.

"Very well," she finally says, her voice firm and commanding. "From now on, you will be both my personal slave and Oliver's slave pet. You are to obey any order I give you without question, understand?" She pauses, waiting for your confirmation before continuing. "Good. Now get on all fours for me."

Her gaze flickers down between your legs, taking in the sight of you on all fours. She licks her lips slowly, feeling aroused by the submission and helplessness she sees before her. "Very well," she breathes softly, standing up from the couch. "Follow me to the bedroom."

Quinn leads you to her bedroom, her long legs carrying her across the floor with purpose. She drops her shirt as she walks, revealing her perfectly fit body encased in black lace bra and panties. The sight of you on all fours, following obediently behind her, only serves to heighten her arousal further. When they reach the bed, she turns to face you, leaning against the post of her canopy bed with one leg crossed over the other.

"Get onto the bed," she commands softly, pointing to where Oliver sleeps peacefully in his own room. "Lie down on your stomach and lift up your shirt." Her gaze travels down between your shoulders as you comply, watching intently as you expose your ass for her inspection. The sight is almost too much for her to resist; she clenches her thighs together tightly in an

As you lay on the bed, Quinn reaches underneath and retrieves a silicone tail plug from her bedside table. She slowly kneels down beside you, running her fingers along your exposed spine before gently pushing the plug into your ass. You let out a soft moan as she sinks it deep within you. Satisfied that it's properly placed, she pulls a thick black leash from her waistband and attaches it to the metal ring at the base of the tail plug.

Standing up once more, Quinn moves around behind you and slips one hand between your legs, cupping your balls while gently fondling your perineum with the other. "Do you want me to put a collar on you too?" she asks softly, her breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as she speaks.

"Good boy," Quinn whispers in your ear before reaching around to grab the collar she had brought with her earlier. She fastens it securely around your neck, snapping the leash onto the ring at the front of the collar. The cool metal feels cold against your skin as she does so, sending a shiver down your spine. "There you go," she says once more, gently stroking your back with her other hand before moving away from you to stand by the bed again.

"Now then...what do you want me to call you?" She asks curiously, taking in the sight of you once more: on all fours, collared and leashed, exposed for her pleasure. "Shall I give you a name or shall we just use 'pet'?" Her eyes gleam with unspoken promises as she waits for your answer.