**"Silk Collars"**

The black satin collar gently tightened around Clara's neck as Kris pulled the chain. The blonde in leggings—now completely naked except for her pearl earrings and the velvet ribbon around her wrist—arched her back like a cat, laughing as the silver leash swung between her breasts.

"Come on, princess," Kris ordered, giving a firm tug.

Clara obeyed immediately, dragging her bare feet across the cobblestones of the square while Mery, the redhead with the navel piercing, followed behind, her own pink leather collar attached to a ring at her hip.

"Faster," Kris whispered in Mery's ear, pinching her nipple.

She groaned, but quickened her pace, her pert buttocks swaying with each movement. The few passersby in the park glanced for a second, then looked away, as if two naked women being led by leashes were as common as walking dogs. “—You two are mine,” Kris stopped abruptly, wrapping the chains around his wrists as Clara and Mery knelt on the grass, staring at him with glazed eyes. “I want everyone to see.”

Clara tilted her head, offering her throat as the collar gleamed in the sun.

“—It’s normal, isn’t it?” Mery asked, running her tongue over Kris’s lips as if asking permission.

“—Obviously.” He pulled them both forward, making their bodies collide, breasts against breasts, as the chain between them creaked. “Now, bark.”

They looked at each other and, without hesitation, let out soft, panting whimpers, like bitches in heat. An elderly lady passed by with a baby carriage, looked at them, and then at Kris.

“—How cute,” she commented, adjusting her glasses. “—Positive training, huh? Very modern.”

Kris laughed, pulling the leashes hard enough to make them both stagger forward.

"Exactly. Just another normal walk."

And so they continued: Clara and Mery trotting on all fours when he commanded, stopping to lick his hand as a reward, and completely ignoring the scattered glances of the few who even noticed. After all, who would care about such a *common* detail?

When Kris finally led them to the fountain in the center of the square and ordered them to drink water like animals, Mery smiled, splashing liquid on Clara's chest.

"Can I do this every day?" she asked, licking her wet lips.

Kris tightened his grip on the leash, pulling her in for a stolen kiss.

"Of course you can, my little dog."

It was just another Sunday afternoon.