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Chapter 14 by Blackhand Blackhand

Does Nina get the collar?

Barking and Begging

"Mmm." Mistress L purred, closing the gap. Nina's resolve collapsed, and her eyes fell to the ground. Without asking, the Mistress rubbed her against Nina's thigh. She ran it a taunting circle around Nina's patch of pubic hair. "A natural blond."

Her cheeks burned, but she nodded.

Her hands ran down, over her Nina's tight little rear. They stopped at her knees and pressed. The message was quite clear. Nina's legs gave in, and she sunk into a kneel. Without thinking, she went further, leaning forward and placing her palms on the ground. On all fours. Like a bitch. Mistress L rewarded that with a warm caress of Nina's blue hair. It was humiliating and degrading. So why did it mark her hard pound so much?

She looked up. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and let her tongue roll out in a pant. Just like she'd seen Bubbles doing. Her head was swimming.

"Good girl." Mistress L said, and the words felt like a kiss. With her free hand, the Domme reached into her purse and drew out a small piece of jerky. Nina's eyes followed it eagerly. Eating treats from a woman's hand was definitely a fantasy she had before. "A treat for a puppy. You want it, girl?"

Nina barked. Or at least she tried too. It came out as more of a muffled yelp. She cleared her throat and tried again. This time it sounded more like a proper bark.

"Beg for it." Mistress L wiggled the treat, too high for her to bite. "Beg."

The command overturned any compunctions she had from the fact they were being watched. Nina rose into a squat with raised heels, legs spread, and limp wristed hands raised to her chest. In the process she gave the voyeurs a very good look at her dripping pussy. The fact that she was being seen in such a pathetic position only made her drip more. She raised her head up and panted loudly.

Mistress L lowered the jerky into Nina's mouth. Her fingers pushed in with no compunctions, letting Nina's tongue dance around it as much as around the treat. Nina stayed in the humiliating beg pose even when Mistress L withdrew her hand. The taste of latex and salted meat stayed on the girl's tongue.

"And now then..." The Mistress held up the black leather collar and smirked.

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