![]() The tag should be engraved, stating that you are my property, but we will leave a blank space for your pet name, for now. The leash should have a clip for your collar and a leather lead for me to hold. You will hold it up to your neck at least once in the store, to test for fit. The collar should be leather, with buckles for adjusting size and steel rings for the leash. You will go to a pet store today – as soon as they open – and purchase those items. “The first thing a pet needs is a collar, and no collar is complete without a leash and a name tag. Before he completed his breakfast, an email from his Mistress arrived. He woke earlier than he would have liked, but it seemed like it would be a beautiful day outside, so he opted for a positive outlook. Finally, with his mind swirling with possibilities, and dressed in nothing but ribbon-trimmed pink lace panties, he drifted into a restless sleep. ![]() He was never able to even come close to the reality of her wonderful wickedness. His mind raced, trying to guess at her intentions or plans, even while knowing the effort was futile. It took him a while to get to sleep, and not just because of the physical throbbing of his edging and denial. He was still in a confused shock when he spoke his good night, expressing his devotion, love and thanks. Now, you may do your edging – no cumming tonight, sleep in something pink for me, and tomorrow I’ll send you something to get you started. The pet I want is you, and you’re going to be the pet I want. ![]() “Oh?” He was suddenly worried about how he was going to solve this particular puzzle to her liking. I’m going to get it the same way I always do: you’re going to give it to me.” Do you know how are you going to get all this in one pet?” “Well, it sounds like you know exactly what you want, Mistress. He smiled silently, his thoughts racing as lips moved against the phone. Hell, I even like how pretty fish are to look at, but you’re right – I want a pet I can play with.” I like that a kitten might purr and be fun to play with. “Actually,” she mused, “that’s not really what I’m thinking. “You want a dog or a cat or something? I don’t see you as a fish kind of person.” It seemed like a bit of departure from their conversation. “You know,” she purred, “I think I’d like a pet.” She enjoyed the sweetness of it, knowing he was that way for her, and the similarity of the pose to that of traditional ‘night-time prayers’ did not escape her. Alone in his room, he was kneeling beside his own bed. She was reclining in her bed, ready to drift to sleep. They were miles away from each other, but an intensity linked them as they spoke. Turned Into A Kinky Puppy For Mistress Puppy-play FemDom erotica
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