Sex

You're growing used to living in a world where your girlfriend is up for anything, but it still seems odd to be telling her you want her to become a sex ****, or at least present as one for the sake of seducing her sister (as if that's any better), and watching her react with immediate glee.

Carrie falls to her knees instantly and looks up at you with those big beaming eyes. "Mmmm, like this? Only Master can allow me to get off my knees." And she shuffles up to you, then stopping, looking almost pained, and starting to rub her neck.

"Everything okay?" You ask.

"Yes... just... I feel naked without my collar and leash. Will Master take me shopping?" Your girlfriend responds.

For a split second you think, where the fuck does one buy a collar and leash for a sex ****? The pet store? Then of course you realize the obvious answer... the adult store, duh. You wonder exactly what the learning curve is for being the master of a sex ****.

So you go... immediately.

Carrie finds a sparkly pink collar that she absolutely loves. You decide this is the right time to flex some of your master muscles. "Plain black" You say, grabbing such a thing and a plain chain leash to go with it.

Carrie's eyes jolt to the ground. "Yes Master." she seems sad. You hope she's still having fun with this.

The woman behind the counter at the adult store is surprisingly attractive. You've never seen her here before... not that you come that often... though you suspect that may change soon.

You keep expecting her to comment on the fact that you're buying a leash and collar, clearly for your gorgeous girlfriend. But she says nothing. You suppose she probably sees weirder things than that every day.

"I want to try this out as soon as we get home." Carrie says, with an excited wiggle in her voice. Clearly she's still having fun with this.

So you make a quick stop at the Arab deli down the street from your place to grab some food for the evening, before heading home. As Yasmin, the pretty girl who works at the deli (who you know from patronage well enough to know her name, though she doesn't know yours) packages up your order, Carrie makes her request again, "I want to test out my collar tonight." without question loud enough for Yasmin to hear. She clears her throat and smiles at the two of you, then hands you your bag.

"You're mad." you say after getting in the car.

"Did Master not like that?" Carrie asks playfully. You don't say so, but you might admit that yes, Master kinda liked that.

That night Carrie is as wild and frisky as ever. And your cock is filled with wild fervor upon seeing her place the chain and collar around her neck. You fuck her throat. You fuck her cunt. You fuck her ass, pulling her leash instead of her hair.

"YES MASTER! YES MASTER! I'M YOURS!" Carrie screams before cumming quickly. As usual. You finish on her face. What a beautiful sight.

Then as you lie next to each other, Carrie's body calming down, but her mind as filthy as ever turns to you. "You know, if you'd have ordered me to tell the woman at the sex shop or the deli that I had no money but was willing to pay by going down on them, I would have... without question... immediately."

Damn, you think. This is no good. Carrie's brain is better at being a **** master than yours. You can't have this, you think. You quite simply can't have this.

But instantly your brain cooks up an idea. "Did a girl give you that tattoo." Carrie nods. So you continue. "Do they do piercings?"

"Of course." Carrie likes where this is going.

"Tomorrow, while I'm at work, I want you to go back and get both nipples. Both. And take no money with you." You're proud of yourself. Even that you're having her do this on her own, solidifying that it's not so much about your pleasure but her servitude. You can always hear the story later. Perhaps you will make a good Master.

Until there's a problem with your plan. The next day Carrie calls you while you're at work. She's whispering. "Master... there's... well.... there's a problem"