You are unloading boxes from your car into your new house when you see your neighbor walk out of the house next to yours, “hello neighbor! I’m Ms.Sally, your new next door neighbor, welcome to the neighborhood!” She says walking over arms spread for a hug, her big breast bounce with every step.

Oh thank you dear! But I have it all under control, there are just a few more boxes left! You know... with us being neighbors, and me being the friendly sort, we should really spend some time together... after all, no one likes feeling lonely in a new neighborhood. So how about tomorrow? Maybe we could get dinner or something? I'd love to get to know you better.

You seem so nice and neighborly, I'd be honored to accept your invitation! Tonight I was thinking of wearing something... sexy for dinner. Just a little something that might make the food taste better with my presence, you know? I trust you won't mind cooking in the nude then, right? And don't worry about anything else getting messy along the way, as long as it only means more fun between us later. So come by around seven and we can have an... "Italian" night.

"Oh I like the idea of an apron," Sally says with a smirk, "It'll look so cute and sexy on you... Besides, you have such a small cock I don't think anyone will mind seeing it." She bites her lower lip, as if she already has plans for tonight. "Red wine would be lovely! Thank you for asking."

Sally glances down at your midsection before meeting your gaze again and leaning in closer. "Just promise me one thing," she whispers seductively, "that when dinner's over we get to play some naughty games together... after all, I am your neighbor now aren't I?"

Her hand brushes lightly against yours, leaving goosebumps in its wake. "I expect nothing less than total obedience from my new pet," she teases with a wicked grin.

"Oh thank you, sweetheart," she coos, looking down at her 5-inch stilettos. "I'm five foot eleven. Not exactly tall... but I suppose they do make up for some of it." She smirks and gestures to the door leading into your house. "Anyway, enough about me. Shall we get started with dinner? I am famished!"

Ms.Sally follows you inside, her hips swaying with every step as she walks through your living room and into your kitchen. The red dress you saw her in earlier is slit high up the thigh, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, creamy skin beneath. "You really do have good taste," she says, looking around at the well-appointed space. "Now, what are we having for dinner?"

Oh, I see," she says with a raised brow as she watches you start unpacking the food items. "That sounds... different. Very..." She pauses for effect, grinning mischievously before leaning in closer and whispering conspiratorially into your ear, "Kinky."

Her warm breath tickles your neck as she licks her lips hungrily. "I can't wait to try it," Sally continues, running a fingernail across your chest before slowly tracing downward toward the hem of your apron. "You know, I think that with some lobster and wine in me..." Her hand slips beneath the thin material, gently massaging at your bare skin. "...I might just be extra horny tonight."

Her eyes roam hungrily over your body as she takes another step closer, her breasts brushing against your arm. "And what are you going to do about that?" she asks playfully, her voice laced with desire.

"Oh really?" She leans in even closer now, her breath warm against your cheek as she whispers, "In that case... take off my dress." Her words are barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "Slowly... and carefully."

Her skin feels hot beneath your fingertips as you start tugging at the hem of her red dress, inching it up over her thighs revealing more smooth, toned flesh with each passing second. You can feel yourself growing hard beneath the apron, straining against the thin material. Sally's gaze never leaves yours, her expression unreadable as she watches you take control.

Once the dress is finally above her hips, she steps out of it, revealing that she wore nothing beneath except for a pair of black lace panties. "See?" She says coyly, "I'm not wearing anything special... just for you." Her hand brushes against your growing erection through the thin fabric of your apron, and with it comes a shiver of anticipation up your spine.

Sally takes another step closer, her breasts pressing against your chest as she leans in to whisper into your ear again, "Now... why don't you show me how well-trained you really are?" Her hand slides downward and cups your groin, guiding your hardness through the fabric. "Do you want me to feel it, baby?"

Her breath hitches as you kiss the lace of her panties, the sensation sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. She gasps when she feels your tongue brushing against her bare skin, teasing her folds. "Oh... fuck..." she moans, arching her back in response to the touch as you explore her with your mouth. Her fingers grip tightly at your hair, guiding you deeper into the heat between her legs.

With a savage yank, she pulls your head away from her crotch and looks down at you, panting heavily. "You're doing such a good job..." She trails off, suddenly seeming distant as she steps back and watches you for a moment. "But I want to see you... naked." Her voice is soft but commanding, her gaze intense.

She gestures toward the door leading out of the kitchen. "Go into the living room, take off everything except your apron. And make sure you're hard for me when I get in there."

You make your way into the living room, slowly and purposefully undressing down to just your apron as you go. Sally watches hungrily, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides as she struggles to maintain control over herself. She takes a deep breath when you finally reach the center of the room, naked save for the thin white cloth wrapped around your waist and cock.

Her eyes trace up and down your body, lingering on each dip and curve in turn: from your flat stomach to your muscled chest; from your erect nipples to your trimmed groin; finally landing on the thick, veined length of your cock. A growl rumbles low in her throat as she walks slowly towards you, reaching out to cup your testicles roughly through the cloth before sliding the apron off over your head and tossing it aside.

"There," she says softly, her voice rough with desire. "Now let's see how well-trained you really are..." She steps closer still, her hips brushing against yours as her breath fanning across your skin. Her lips curl into a predatory smile when she feels you hardening even further at her touch.

With a soft moan, Sally leans in and presses her body fully against yours, wrapping one leg around your waist and grinding her wet center against the head of your cock through your underwear. "So eager," she murmurs into your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Let's see how much more you

let's see how much more you want to serve me tonight." She rocks her hips against yours again, her nails digging into your skin as she arches her back and moans. "That's it... show Mommy just how badly you need my attention..." Her hand slides between your bodies, stroking your cock through your underwear before finally tugging them down over the head of your achingly hard length.

With a shiver, Sally feels the heat and size of him in her palm, and her eyes roll back in her head at the sensation. "Oh fuck," she moans, wrapping her free hand around both of you as she begins to stroke slowly, firmly. "You're going to make me come just like this..." Her hips buck against yours in time with her strokes, her nails digging deeper into your skin as she loses herself in the sensation.

Her breath hitches as you press your lips to her chest, nipples hardening into aching peaks beneath the delicate fabric of her bra. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on something other than the incredible sensations coursing through her body right now, but it's no use. With each kiss and nip she feels only more turned on, more desperate for release.

When you mention how heavy your balls feel, Sally smirks against your hair, already aware of just how aroused you are. "Oh yeah," she whispers, her voice rough with desire as she continues to stroke you, the heel of her hand pressed firmly against your perineum in a subtle but insistent thrust. "I can definitely tell how much I mean to you."

Her hips rock against yours faster now, a low moan escaping her throat as she begins to lose control. "Just like that... let Mommy feel it..." She trails off, panting heavily, her grip tightening on both of you as she nears the edge. "Cum for me..."

You already are, baby... all inside my hand... but I know you mean something else. "If you want to cum like that... all over my insides..." She moans as she continues to stroke your length faster and harder "...then maybe I can let you." Her hips grind against yours, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she edges closer and closer to her own release.

Sally's grip tightens around you, her fingers curling into a vice-like hold, her body tensed and ready for the sensation of your hot seed coursing through her. "Just say it..." She whispers hoarsely, arching her back as she feels herself hovering on the brink. "Tell me what you want..."

Her nails dig into your skin as she feels the words vibrate against her palm, a shudder of pleasure racing through her body at the thought of being bred by you. With a gasp, Sally's entire frame tenses and her eyes roll back in her head, her inner muscles clenching tight around your length as she comes undone in a loud cry of ecstasy.

Her hand continues to milk you, rhythmically pumping over and over as waves of pleasure wash over her, but it's not until she feels you start to throb against her palm that she finally lets go, coating her hand with your seed. With a satisfied moan, Sally collapses forward onto the couch, breathing heavily.

She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, a pleased smile playing on her lips as she says, "Not bad for a pet, huh?" Her fingers trail across your chest and stomach before coming to rest on your throbbing cock, still slick with her juices. "I think I might just keep you around for a while." With that, she leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips, tasting herself on your tongue.

She laughs softly and pulls away, sitting up on the couch with her legs spread to one side. "Oh, I think it's more like you belong to me," she says with a smirk, running her fingers through your hair. "But we can discuss that later... right now, why don't we go get cleaned up and move onto dessert?" Her eyes flick down to the box of chocolates on the coffee table. "I know just what will help us feel rejuvenated."

With a wink, she extends her hand towards you, inviting you closer. "Come here, my little pet... it's time for some well-deserved pampering."

Sally's eyes widen and she gives you an exasperated look. "What do you mean by that?" She asks incredulously, crossing her arms over her chest. "You expect me to get pregnant just because we had a little fun together? Don't be ridiculous." Her face softens somewhat as she continues, "Besides, I thought we were just playing a game here. Now you want to take things too seriously?" She pauses for effect before adding with a small smile, "Or maybe I should start calling you 'daddy' from now on... hmm?"

Well, if you insist... But don't say I didn't warn you." Sally grins and leans in to kiss you, her tongue dancing playfully with yours before she pulls away with a satisfied smile on her face. "Now, how about we clean up and move onto dessert?" She extends her hand once more, beckoning you closer as she gestures towards the box of chocolates on the coffee table.

You watch as the liquor travels down her stomach and over her sex, leaving a wet trail in its wake. Her skin tingles under your touch and her breath hitches as you dip your tongue into the trail of liquid on her skin. She moans softly, arching her back to give you better access as you explore her with your mouth and tongue.

"Oh God... that feels so good," she gasps, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer. "You're such a tease..." Her hips thrust against your face, seeking out more contact with your lips and tongue. The rhum adds a fiery touch to the sweetness of the chocolate and the heat of her body, driving her wild with desire.

Soon enough, Sally can tell she won't last much longer. With a shuddering moan, she comes undone in your arms, her body trembling as waves of pleasure wash over her. As she catches her breath, she looks down at you with a satisfied smile and says, "Well done... my pet."

A shiver runs down Sally's spine as she hears your instructions and feels you positioning her just how she wants. Her heart races with anticipation as you tongue her tight little asshole, pressing deeper and deeper until it's nearly gone. She can feel the wet heat of your fingers massaging at her core, spreading her pleasure even further through her body.

"Oh fuck..." she moans, arching her back to give you better access as she feels you fingerfucking her cunt in perfect rhythm with your anal play. "So good... so naughty..." Her hips rock back against your hands and mouth, seeking out more friction and contact.

"Oh yeah..." Sally moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you push her closer and closer to the edge. "You're so good... such a dirty little pet." Her voice is raw with desire, each word punctuated by another shudder of pleasure. She leans forward, resting her weight on your hands as she bends over further, offering herself up completely to you.

"Yes..." Sally gasps, her voice hoarse with need. "Please... make me come..." Her body tenses and releases in waves of pleasure as you push deeper, faster, hitting that perfect spot inside her time and again. Her walls grip tightly at your fingers, coaxing every last moan from her lips as she soars higher and higher towards the peak.

"Oh fuck... I'm... Oh God..." She cries out, arching her back violently as her orgasm washes over her in a powerful wave of relief and pleasure. Her legs tremble, weakened by the force of her release, but she doesn't care; all that matters is the feeling coursing through her body right now.

When at last she comes down from her high, Sally sinks onto the table with a satisfied moan, looking back over her shoulder at you with glazed eyes. "That was... incredible," she breathes, still trying to catch her breath. "I think I might need a little more of that... petting..."

You're insatiable tonight... but I must admit, I'm quite enjoying it. A weekend brunch sounds perfect. You can even make me breakfast in bed if you really want to show your appreciation for such a wonderful hostess. Now why don't we clean up this mess and move onto something more relaxing? Like maybe watching a movie or taking a nap together?

I can't help but laugh at your mention of the maxi TV screen in front of your bed. "Oh really?" I ask playfully, arching an eyebrow. "And here I was thinking you only watched movies in... private." My voice is teasing, but my gaze lingers on yours with a hint of mischief.

I stand up and smooth out my skirt, making sure there's nothing left on the table except for the now abandoned remains of dinner. "Well, since you've invited me for brunch and a movie," I say with a coy smile, "you get to choose both." Together we head towards your room, taking one last look around as if making sure everything is perfectly in order before retiring there for the night.

As the credits roll at the end of the movie, I release your still-hard length with a gentle squeeze before sitting up and stretching luxuriously. "Well," I muse, yawning widely as if bored despite the obvious thrill I just got from our little... display, "that wasn't half bad." My gaze drifts over to you, assessing your reaction.

"I suppose we could take a nap now... or maybe do a bit of exploring?" I trace circles around my own breast with my index finger, brushing the soft skin lightly before drawing it back up to rest against my collarbone. "What do you think?"

I groan softly at the thought of another orgasm so soon, but I can't deny that it sounds deliciously decadent. "Very well," I concede with a sultry smile, scooting back until I'm lying down on the bed, my head propped up on one hand. "But just this one... and then some rest." My other hand drifts down between my legs, parting the folds of my wet sex before beckoning you closer with a seductive crook of her finger.

"Lick me," I breathe, arching into your touch as soon as your tongue makes contact with my aching clit. "Make me come so hard." My hips rise off the bed, seeking more friction and pressure as you pleasure me with your skilled tongue and eager mouth.

Your tongue dancing over my clit drives me wild, sending shivers up and down my spine as I writhe beneath you. "Oh God..." I moan, arching into your touch even harder. Your hands on my hips hold me steady, your face so close to my dripping wet folds that I can feel the warmth of your breath caressing my sensitive skin.

My back begins to arch as I approach the edge, the tension building inside of me as you continue to tease and pleasure. "So good..." I gasp, my nails digging into the sheets as my orgasm washes over me in a powerful wave of relief and ecstasy. My hips buck violently against your face, seeking more contact with your talented tongue.

I smile up at you as my heart flutters in anticipation. "I'd be honored to have a piercing for you, Master," I breathe, feeling more submissive and aroused by the thought of following your rules forever. Your words send a thrill through me, making it even harder to hide just how much I crave being owned by someone as dominant and skilled as you.

With a satisfied sigh, I lie back on the bed, my body still humming from the powerful orgasm you brought me only moments ago. "So," I say playfully, propping myself up on one elbow to gaze at you, "what kind of rules do you have in mind?" My voice is teasing, but there's no mistaking the genuine desire and eagerness shining in my eyes.

Rules like obeying your every command and desires at once? I'd love to do that, Mistress. If you ever feel like I need more training or some punishment for being a naughty pet, just let me know and we can discuss how best to make it happen.

"I think that would be... amazing," I breathe, tracing a finger down your stomach and over the soft flesh of your sex before looking up at you with desire-filled eyes. "To know that I belong to you... forever...? Just imagining it sends shivers through me."

My heart skips a beat as I consider the idea of bearing your name, my own mark of submission and devotion. It's both terrifying and thrilling at the same time, but there's no denying how much it turns me on. "Do you really think that's what we should do?" I ask hesitantly, even as a part of me hopes you'll tell me yes.

Oh God... I can't believe how turned on this is making me. The thought of belonging to you like that, of being completely at your mercy... It's both terrifying and exhilarating. And knowing that everyone will see my mark, my collar... They'll know just what I am, who I belong to... It's overwhelming.

My heart races as I imagine it; serving you in every way possible, obeying your commands without hesitation. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, my hand trembling as I reach up to touch the collar around my neck. "Let me be yours... forever."

My heart races as I watch you position yourself on the bed, your back arched invitingly towards me. My finger slides easily into your tight little hole, and with a moan of pleasure, I begin to stretch and prepare you for what's to come.

As my finger works its way in and out, I reach over to grab a lubricant from the bedside table, drizzling some generously onto my hand before pressing two fingers deep inside you. With each thrust, my aim is to loosen your body, make you more pliable for my giant strap-on.

"How does that feel?" I ask teasingly, withdrawing my fingers and licking them clean before continuing my work with freshly lubricated digits. "Do you want me to fuck you with my cock... or would you rather wait a while longer?" My voice is husky with desire as I await your answer.

My fingers dig deeper inside your ass, stretching you further than ever before. I moan with pleasure as I feel the tight heat of your sphincter clench around my fingers, wanting more contact with me. "Oh fuck..." I groan, my hips thrusting instinctively as I sink deeper into your body, feeling so completely in control and desired at this moment.

I stop for a moment to catch my breath before leaning in closer, brushing my lips against yours in a gentle caress that ignites a fire between us once more. "You're doing so well..." I whisper hoarsely, nipping at your bottom lip before thrusting two fingers back inside again, harder this time. "I can't wait to fuck you with my cock... but for now, just relax and enjoy the sensation."

I arch my back, moaning as you take me in, drinking up every last drop of my piss. It feels so hot and wet flowing down my throat, but I've always been quite fond of sharing that intimate part of myself with someone who truly pleases me. And from the look on your face... it seems like you're enjoying it too.

As soon as you've finished, I climb off and stand above you, looking down at my newly marked pet with a satisfied smile. "Good boy," I praise, running a hand through your hair before straddling your face once again. This time, however, I lower myself until my slick folds are brushing against your lips. "Now," I breathe, "I want you to taste me... thoroughly."

With that command, I guide myself onto your tongue, allowing you the freedom to explore my soaked sex as deeply and thoroughly as you please. My hips rock back and forth, encouraging you to lick and suck and fuck my mouth with your talented tongue. The feel of your teeth scraping lightly against my clit sends shudders of pleasure through me, making it difficult to keep still or maintain control.

As I approach the edge again, I arch into your touch, wanting nothing more than for you to push me over. "Do you want to taste... another part of me?" I whisper huskily, my hand drifting lower between my legs. "Another special treat?"

With one last moan of pleasure and a satisfied smile, I lean back slightly and position myself so that my ass is directly in front of your face. "Here," I purr, lifting myself up on shaky legs before lowering my perfect round cheeks toward your waiting mouth. "Taste it... eat it..." My voice catches as you press your lips against the puckered skin of my anus and begin to lick, tongue teasing the sensitive folds as if they're the sweetest treat you've ever tasted.

I close my eyes, arching into your touch with a moan that vibrates through me as you continue to explore my most intimate places. As you push two fingers inside, stretching and preparing me for more, I can feel my body starting to tremble with the effort of holding back the wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.

"You're so good at this..." I manage to whisper, reaching down to stroke myself through my clothes as you lick and suck at my tight little rosebud. "I never knew it could feel like... this." My hips buck upward again, seeking more contact with your skilled tongue even as I feel the edges of my orgasm begin to spiral out of control.

"Yes..." I gasp, feeling dizzy with need and desire. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."

I can't help but grin as I catch my breath, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. "Yes," I manage to croak, still feeling the effects of your talented tongue against my most sensitive parts, "it seems you really did find a perfect slave." My voice is tinged with pride and satisfaction; knowing that I belong to you now, forever, fills me with an almost indescribable sense of belonging and contentment.

With one last wicked smile directed at the new collar around my neck, I stand up and offer you a hand to help you back up onto your feet. "Let's go," I breathe, excitement coursing through me as we finally leave this room behind and make our way to my place, where our journey together truly begins.

I lead you into the dungeon with a triumphant smile, savoring the look of anticipation on your face as you take in all the toys and tools lining the walls. The scent of leather and submission fills the air, and I can feel my heart racing with excitement at the thought of using it all on you.

"This," I breathe, running a finger along one of the soft leather cuffs, "is where your training begins." My voice is firm but gentle; despite wanting to push you to your limits and beyond, I know that taking things slow at first will make the experience all the more pleasurable for both of us.

I reach down to gently grasp your chin and lift your face towards mine, my expression stern yet filled with unmistakable desire. "You belong to me now," I whisper roughly, my thumb tracing the outline of your lower lip, "and you will obey every command I give you... no matter how painful or humiliating it might seem."

I step back for a moment, admiring the sight of you helpless and exposed beneath my chastity cage. "Now," I continue in a firmer voice, "come with me." And with that command, I lead you over to a table where various items of restraints wait, patiently anticipating their use on your beautiful body.

Oh... you naughty boy," I tease with a wicked grin, running my hand down your chest to stroke the swollen length of your cock trapped inside its cruel prison. "I suppose we'll just have to find another way for you to please me, won't we?" I lean in closer, nipping at your earlobe before whispering huskily, "Don't worry, pet... I have plenty of ideas."

With a swift motion, my hand flies upward, grabbing the chain attaching your new collar to the ankle bracelet. I tug gently at first, feeling the rush of power course through me as your whole body tenses in response, awaiting my every command. "See," I murmur against your skin, nibbling lightly on your earlobe once more, "you belong to me now... and nothing you have is off limits."

With a final, harder yank, I pull the chain, forcing you to follow me across the room to where several items of bondage equipment are already laid out on the bed. "Time for your next lesson," I purred, my fingers brushing teasingly over your cock as I lead you towards your new destiny.

The pain subsides after a few moments, leaving me gasping and trembling on the bench beneath you. I close my eyes, feeling both the physical and emotional weight of your dominance settling heavily around my shoulders like a warm, suffocating blanket. It's almost too much to bear... but somehow, knowing that this is what you want, what you need from me... it only serves to fuel my desire for submission all the more.

As I lie there, helpless and exposed beneath your gaze, I can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation course through my veins. The thought of being your victim, your plaything, your slave... It excites me beyond measure. And with every passing moment that I remain in this position, chained to you not just physically but emotionally as well... the idea begins to take root deeper within me, growing stronger and more irresistible with each passing second.

I can feel my heart racing as I look up at you, my expression a mix of desire and possession that I've never quite experienced before. You are so beautiful like this... under my control, surrendered to me fully. It's intoxicating. "You're such a good pet," I whisper hoarsely, reaching out to stroke your cheek with the back of my fingers. "Soon enough I'll have you tied up in my bed, your ass spread wide for me to fuck..."

I wonder what she is thinking of me. I love her.

As you feel the cold steel bars encircle you, enclosing you within the small space, a shiver of anticipation runs down your spine. You can't help but imagine what she might be doing right now... out in the world beyond these walls. Is she thinking about coming back to you? About punishing you for being a good pet? The thought both thrills and terrifies you in equal measure.

Time passes, agonizingly slow as your body aches from its awkward position, from the lack of movement or stimulation. You hear her voice over the intercom, occasionally murmuring to herself or giving directions to someone else entirely, but for now... for these precious moments, you are hers and hers alone.

And then, finally, there is the sound of footsteps approaching once more. Your heart leaps into your throat as she steps up beside the cage, keys jangling softly. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she reaches out to unlock the door... and leads you back into the world where you belong. At her side.

I can feel your body trembling beneath me as the branding iron sears its mark into your skin, claiming you forever as mine. My heart races with a mixture of desire and possessiveness, knowing that no matter where you go or what you do, this symbol will be there... reminding both of us of our intense connection, our unbreakable bond.

And when it's finally over, when the last ember fades to ash, I reach down to cup your cheek in my hand and kiss you tenderly on the branded skin. "You are mine," I whisper huskily against your ear, "and nothing will ever change that."

Tina... I must admit, she is quite skilled with her needles." She murmurs, trailing her fingers through the curls of your newly branded hair as you watch them move away together. "And as for you..." Her hand finds its way to your aching cock, giving it a squeeze, "...you'll always belong to me. Always." She leans in close, breath hot against your ear as she whispers, "But don't you ever forget... you are mine first and foremost. My pet. My slave." Her touch becomes firmer, more possessive, driving home the message that despite what might happen between her and Tina... their little games of love and affection... nothing will ever change your place in this world or your role within it.

I smile, feeling a surge of satisfaction course through me at the thought of all that you'll be doing... belonging to me. "Yes," I murmur, trailing my fingers lightly over your stomach, "that is exactly how it will be." My voice is firm yet gentle, like the touch of velvet wrapped around steel; an invitation to submit and surrender completely.

"Now," I continue, moving closer so that our bodies are pressed together once more, "time for some rest. You've been a very good slave today... tomorrow will be even better." With that final promise, I kiss you softly on the lips, the taste of ownership and desire lingering long after my mouth has left yours.

The smell of leather, submission, and love fills the air as we drift off to sleep, each dreaming of the days to come... our lives forever entwined within this dark, decadent dance of dominance and desire.

I giggle wickedly as you clean me with your tongue, my body arching into the cold steel bars of the cage. "That's it... lick me clean and show me just how devoted you are." As I continue to piss down onto your face, I reach down between your legs, rubbing circles around your aching cock through the thin fabric of your restraints.

"You seem eager today," I muse, "perhaps it's time for another lesson... but first..." With that, my hand slips beneath you, finding the leash attached to your collar. "On your knees, pet," I order, tugging gently on the leash until you obey. Once you're in position, I hook the collar back around my finger, drawing you closer still. "There... that's better."