Ellie is getting a dog collar from the pet store, just like Tracey’s

You tell Tracey, “Get your top back on, pet. We’re heading out to get your mother a collar like yours. Don’t bother with the bra, but you should start wearing this all the time now.” You take her collar out of your backpack.

Tracey smiles wide and slips down to her knees in front of you. She pulls her hair out of the way so you can fasten the collar around her neck.

While she’s down on the floor, she picks up her top and pulls it on. You get up from the couch and look down at your younger ****, grinning. You hook your finger through the ring on the front of the collar and tug her up to her feet. Then you slide your hand up under her top to grope and squeeze her tit. “Good girl,” you tell her.

She presses into your hand and groans, “Thank you, Master.”

Then you turn to Ellie and swat her ass. “OK, let’s get moving. We’re going to the big pet store out past the multi-plex. You’re driving,” you tell her.

She jumps and lets out a yelp. “Yes, Sir,” she says as she nods and hurries towards the door to the garage. You follow with your arm around Tracey.

On the ride to the store, you sit in the back seat with Tracey, making out and feeling her up while her mother drives. Once the car is parked, you lead the mother and daughter into the pet store. You head right to the collar display and find one similar to Tracey’s, but purple. When you pay for it and the blank tag, you notice the cashier glance at Tracey’s collar. The cashier, Tracey, and Ellie all blush. You manage to keep from chuckling out loud.

You go to the engraving machine and type in the information for the tag. One side is the same as Tracey’s: [Property of Dave H.] The other reads: [my name is cunt]. You hook the tag onto the collar and show it to Ellie. Her face turns deeper red.

Outside the store, you have Ellie kneel in the same patch of grass that Tracey had, and slip the collar around her neck. “Give the keys to Tracey,” you instruct her. “You’re riding in the back with me on the way to my house. I’ve got to get home for dinner.” Ellie nods and hands her keys to Tracey.

As Tracey pulls out of the parking lot, you slide your hand under Ellie’s dress. You tug her panties to the side and press your middle finger inside her pussy. It’s warm and so wet you think she might have a visible damp patch on the back of her dress by the time the ride is over. You start to work your finger roughly in and out of the beautiful older woman’s dripping snatch. Her chest flushes red to match her face. “Cum, cunt. Cum on your Master’s hand,” you order her. She tenses and moans. You feel her pussy contract on your finger.

You keep finger-fucking Ellie for most of the drive to your house. She’s gasping and sweaty. When you’re a block away, just as she starts to cum again, you pull your finger from her gushing, spasming cunt. You lean forward, reach your hand around to Tracey’s face, and slide your finger coated with her mother’s juices into her mouth. She sucks on it hungrily. “Good girl,” you praise her.

Tracey pulls to a stop in front of your house. Before you get out, you tell them. “The only time you are permitted to take those collars off is when you shower. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girls,” you say as you climb out of the SUV. “Go straight home, strip when you get there, and stay naked until you have to get dressed for school and work tomorrow. I’ll Facetime you later to make sure you’re obeying.” You know the magic won’t allow them to disobey, but they don’t. Pretending to keep tabs on them should make the treatment feel even more harsh to Ellie.

You walk into your house and join your mother and sister for dinner. After dinner, you head to your bedroom and look over the chaos magic website. You’re interested in seeing what else magic could do for you.