Beg

You stare at her for the longest time. For you it feels like ages as your heart beats in your ear and your skin flushes with shame, though it was in all likely hood a few seconds at most. Her eyes crease and you tell her patience is wearing thin. If you want clothes you must beg and soon!

"P-please..." You stammer bashfully.

"'P-please?' 'P-please' will get you nothing You will beg, or I shall think of something else to punish you with." She states sharply. The collar dangles from one finger now.

"Please... Lovara I would like the..."

"Please Mistress." She interrupts you again.

You look at her as your face goes ashen. "Mistress?" You see her eyes gaze upon you and you feel the weight of her insistence. "Please Mistress... I want the collar. I want to wear... the collar."

"Pathetic." she begins. "You cannot even beg properly. However, this is something you will learn. Come here pet." You crawl over to her. She wraps the ribbon around your neck, and you hear the soft "snick!" as some unseen latch closes. You hear the bells tinkle and a strange sensation washes over you. It's part pleasure, and part suffocation, as if the world closes in around you. Your body tingles with delight, but your mind reels as though you have been bound tightly and placed within a very small box.

The sensation passes, and while your concern remains, you look up to L-... Lo-... LLov-... Mistress expectantly.

"I can call you John no longer. From now on you will be Chessie. Now Chessie, go pick up your things pet."

"But mistress! my clothes!" You feel her ire growing again.

"You are wearing your clothes pet, now pick up your things. From now on you will make camp and pick up camp on your own." You stand slowly, unsure of whether you should plead for clothing again. The road may be empty, but you don't want to be naked when you hit a city! A quick swat to your exposed ass motivates you to start moving. Your tail tucks between your legs and you hurry about picking up whatever remains and storing it on her cart.

You try to hitch the horse to the cart, but your require help, garnering many insults to your competence. "It's a good thing I've found you." She reminds you. "You'd be helpless without me, little pet."

"Now let us go. We must reach the next town before nightfall, and have a long journey yet."