Collar and cuffs

Opening what appeared to be a box for clothing, I discovered a white collar and a pair of matching fuzzy cuffs. "Umm..." I asked a bit confused. Before I could say anything else, Alita brought my lips to hers while taking the box and tossing it on the arm of the nearby couch, and snatching up the cuffs. It was a brief kiss, but it was enough to stun me. I wasn't expecting such a forward advance from her, but I also wasn't all that surprised. She took my shoulder and spun me around. She guided my arms up with an odd gentleness that caught me more off guard than the kiss. "What are..." I started and was interrupted by her removing my shirt. "Hey!"

That protest got me a hard, firm slap on the ass and an "Shhh." from her. Grabbing my one wrist, she and then the other, she proceeded to place me in cuffs with my hands behind me. She then took the collar and put it around my neck. I heard the shuffling of the fabric against fur, as she pulled something from her pocket. It was a leash. She spoke no words as she proceeded to push me over the arm of the couch, knocking the box to the floor. Down went my shorts and panties with one firm tug. "Now there's a view I'll never get tired of," she finally spoke, almost hiding the sound of a zipper sliding down.

Taking a moment to admire the view and strip, which she found hard as I tried to stand, forcing her to hold me down as she heaved her pants down and off. "Alright, mi mascota, I want you to beg for Daddy's cock in your tight little pussy. And if you don't, you won't be able to sit for a week."