Jealous

"Camila, if you see anyone flirt with me, you'll become very jealous. If you know I'm having sex with someone, you'll become very, very jealous, but you will never do anything to interrupt me getting sexually pleasured. If you know I'm fucking some other woman, you will have to prove to me you're a better fuck. Also, you will only act like a cat when you and I are alone or alone with Selena. Understand?"

Camila nodded.

"Camila, you have no respect for Demi Lovato. You think she is a worthless attention whore. Seeing her degraded gives you a lot of pleasure. Understand?"

She nodded.

"You will believe you have always secretly longed to be someone's obedient pet girl. You love being obedient to me and acting like a kitty cat around me. You will not question this fetish, nor will you question anything else that happens when I'm around. When I say the word 'trance,' you will fall back into this trance. When I say 'awake,' you will snap out of this trance. Awake!"

Camila blinked a few times then sank to her hands and knees. She rubbed up against my leg and started making purring sounds the best she could by trilling her tongue."

"Camila, Camila, Camila," I said, "I'm honored that you want to be my horny little slutty pet kitty cat, but a true pet girl goes all out."

Camila sat up and looked confused. "Meow?"

"There are places in L.A. that sell fetish stuff, so leave here, and do not come back without kitty ears, paws, and an anal-plug with a cat like tail attached. Also get a collar and a tag that says Pet Pussy. Got it?"

"Meow!" Camila got up and hurried back to her car.