Naomi feels submissive

There’s a knock on the door and when you answer it, Naomi enters. She bites her lip when she looks at you, before stripping off and showering.

She gets out after a while, and comes in while she dries herself.

“This is such a weird place,” she says.

“Yeah, real weird.”

She strokes the leather around her throat, then finishes drying herself. “So, wearing this collar has got me thinking. Maybe I can get used to this **** thing.”

Your heart races and you look into her eyes. “How do you mean?”

“Well…” she rubs her hands together awkwardly. “I liked you walking me around on the leash earlier, and even sucking that guy’s cock when you ordered me to. I’d like to be your **** all the time. I want you to tell me what to do, tell me what I’m allowed to wear and humiliate me if that’s what you want.” She strokes her pussy with a couple of fingers and you can’t help but look. “I want to be yours, to do whatever you want with. I want you to make all of my decisions and punish me if I get out of line.” She kneels in front of you. “Master.”