His Cock or His Collar

"You made me break a sweat, but the chase is over." He sat back, looking at his handiwork. She wasn't going to be escaping that harness any time soon. "You know the rules of the park I assume."

"I don't know what you're talking aboutttttt...." She said in an innocent exaggerated voice. This girl was a total brat.

"Make your choice." He insisted. Firm. "My cock or my collar."

That made the girl squirm slightly in the rope. She gasped out loud. The harness included a crotch rope that went down between her legs. Because he was a little bit of a sadist, he positioned a knot right above her clit so it would dig into it if she tried to struggle too much in her restraints. It seemed she'd just discovered that.

"It's tight." She whimpered, pouting.

"It's meant to be tight." He countered. She shot him a small grin.

"You're really good with rope, Mister."

"Have you been tied up by many men before?" He asked.

"Well, no." Her voice lowered. She was only squirming in the rope more now. The more her body moved, the more the knot would tease her clit. "What's your name though, mister?"

"Sam." He crossed his arms and leaned forward. His face was mere inches from hers, looking down. "You're stalling. Stop stalling."

"No, I'm not!" She insisted. Her eyes lowered, like a rebuked child. Then she continued, voice lowering to a mumble. "If I'm considering being a man's pet, I should at least know his name, shouldn't I?"

He smirked. That was better.

"I'm Jun." She sighed and looked up at him. Her expression had changed. It was more serious now. Thoughtful. She wasn't playing around right now. "If I did let you leash me...Take me home with you. What would you do with me?"