First the promised revenge at his former colleagues

At the next day you draged your slave to his former work. He slept very little last night because he wasn't used to sleep in a cage and you made him eat out your pussy at morning. So you decidet to keep your word and pay a visit to his asshole boss and the slutty girl who took his job. You also handed him a few of his clothes so he could follow you outside without drawing the attention of the police. But you also distroyed his hope to be able to go, because you immediately put a black leather collar around his neck and connected it with a leash that looked like a small iron chain.

It was very early when you entered the café. There was only a young girl with black ponytales and a few fake sparkles on her face. Her top was half open and you got a good look on her tits. Her skirt war not only short it was barely more than a belt. Her low work morality was as visible as her pink pantys. She only had eyes for her mobile phone and only looked up when you entered. Then she watches you brooding. But apparently she doesn't recognize John. So far, she has probably only had eyes for rich or athletic men. It's like the word slut was created just for her.

"I am sorry madam, but we haven't opened yet," the waitress excused not very interested, "please come back in an hour or so."

"Do I look like I care?" you asked angry and slaped the mobile phone out of her hand, "her?"

John nodded shy and you tied the leash to a nearby chair. He immediately went to his knees and waited like a good dog out of fear of you.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the waitress asked angry "are you insane. My phone costs 500 dollar."

"Really, and how much costs your ridiculous designer clothes?" you asked mocking, "the material for your slut-skirt is worth ten dollar only."

"70, maybe 100 dollar," the waitress answered irritated, "who cares, pay for my phone, whore!"

Instead of answering you grab a cup of coffee, which was standing on the counter. Then you poured the coffee over the waitress slutty top.

"You bitch!" the waitress cried, "what kind of pervert are you?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, what a terrible mistake," you said with a played pitying voice, "let me wash that for you."

Next to the coffee machine there was a small nozzle to rinse out the coffee cups before they go back to the kitchen. The nozzle was connected a flexible hose. You reached for the hose and shot cold water against the waitress. The waitress cried in shock and tried to hide on the floor blocking the water with her arms. But you just kept going until the bitch was sobbing in a puddle of cold water.

"Listen, slut," you said angry, "you are the reason my pet got fired. Pray that I never get a reason to come back. Because then, the men who robbed you will probably rape you."

To make your story ore clear you opened the cash register and took all banknotes. That were around 270 dollar not much but enough to cover the costs for feeding your slave a month.

"Come with me, slave," you said after taking the leash again, "this place is under our dignity."