Obedient

Elizabeth sighed, putting on the thick leather collar around her throat. She was naked, freshly shaved,freshly perfumed. She put the leash for the chain into her mouth, got down onto her knees, and exited the restroom, crawling over to Broadus.

"That's a good bitch," Broadus said. "Go fetch the paper." Elizabeth crawled over to the entryway for the shop, biting down onto the newspaper, and carrying it back to her owner.

"Good bitch. You've earned a ciggie." He lit the cheap cigarette, offering it to her. She stayed on all fours, as she was bound to do, as he thereafter placed his large, bootclad feet onto her back.

"Tell me about New Orleans, bitch."

"Antoine took me to see some of his family. It wasn't a nice area."

"Did he fuck you?"

"He did."

"As well as I do?" She sighed. They both knew the answer to this question.

"No Master."

"That's a good bitch, finish off your ciggie and polish my boots." She took a couple of more heavy drags off the cigarette, stubbing it out, and get the shoe polish. A half hour later, they looked as good as new.

"I bet no man has ever treated you the way I do," he observed.

"No, Master," Elizabeth admitted.

"And how have you taken to it?"

"Reluctantly at first. But I guess ... I dunno ... you've unlocked something in me, Master."

He took her by the leash to the stockade. She put her head and hands through it without question, and Broadus slapped a thick crop against her ass several times, enjoying the stiffness of it. Elizabeth cried out with each strike, counting. And then she felt the large, thick monstrosity of Broadus's cock push against her trained sex.

"Oh fuck ... Master ..." she whined.

"None of your chatter, bitch." he ordered, and she fell silent, as he plowed the white **** into submission once more, teaching her yet again where her loyalties now lay.