He feeds Megan

Megan was dozing, curled up on her blanket in the bathroom, a contented smile on her face. Frank unlocked the cuff around her ankle then shook her awake.

"Get yourself cleaned up. Take a shower. Your friend will be here soon."

"Yes Signore...thank you Signore...do...do...you wish to use me before Marisol arrives?"

"Nah, I'll wait and do both of you at the same time," he chuckled patting her rump. "You like this better than the cage?"

"I like the cage very much Signore...I like being owned by Signore...being his pet...but I liked this too...I...I..I touched myself...thinking of you Signore...are you angry with me?"

"Not at all. Now clean up. I guess you don't have any clothes to put on since I cut them off you."

"If Signore wishes me to have clothes I could ask Marisol to bring some..."

"Do that. When you're clean, come to the living room. I'll have food for you." She smiled and nodded gratefully before stepping into the shower.

Frank microwaved a bowl of stew for her and added a bowl of water, dosing both with the drug. When she joined him, pink and fresh and naked from the shower, he pointed to the bowls on the floor and without hesitation she got on her hands and knees to eat, lapping like a dog. He smiled as he watched her, savouring her utter submission, but wondering what the long term plans for the dominated bitch would be.

When she was done she looked up at him, wriggling her rump slightly in obvious invitation. He shook his head and she pouted prettily for a moment, then curled up at his feet, stroking his ankles. At that moment the doorbell rang.