Say, "Yes."

You say, “Yes.”

I say, “Good. Before we start, I want you to take your clothes off. All of them.”

You hesitate for just a moment before you start to undress. I correct you, “No. Take them off slowly.”

I stand there with my arms crossed, watching you as you undress in front of me. You follow my instructions obediently, slipping each article of clothing off, slowly, deliberately. This makes the sensations of the cloth sliding over your skin become a sensual experience. You can feel me watching you, a pleased smirk on my face, examining your body as you gradually uncover more and more of it until it’s completely bare and you are standing fully nude in front of me. I smile and say only, “Good,” before going to my bag and pulling out a pair of metal handcuffs. I stroll around you, gently pulling both of your arms behind your back, and I handcuff you, fastening the cuffs firmly around your wrists.

I step back in front of you and say, “Now first things first…” I reach under my dress and pull my panties down. As I step seductively out of my little red cotton-Lycra thong panties, I continue, “…you need to get familiar with your master’s scent.” I hold my wadded panties up to your nose, pressing them into your face and saying, “Smell 'em.”

As you inhale deeply through your nose, I praise you, “Yeah, there you go. You like that? You like sniffing other girls panties, you pervert??”

You answer me with a muffled, “Yes.”

I say firmly but still in a pleasant tone, “Okay, I can’t stand your voice, so I’m going to have to shut you up,” as I stuff my wadded-up panties into your mouth, effectively gagging you with them. I smile and say, “There, that’s better."

I rummage through my bag again and pull out a chrome studded black leather collar, which I delicately wrap around your throat and fasten it firmly in place. I grin and start walking around you again, looking you up and down, gently caressing your body with my open palms. I brush my hands tenderly over your hips, over your thighs, over your bum, then under it, slipping my hand slowly between your thighs, rubbing my open palm across your vagina, then back up across the cheeks of your butt, your outer thighs, across the small of your back, over your tummy, up to your breasts, which I press my warm hands over and squeeze firmly for long moment. When I finally let go, I stroll back over to my bag, smiling back over my shoulder at you as I go. The next thing I pull out is a red ball gag with a black leather strap. I walk over to you, and pull my moist panties out of your mouth, replacing it immediately with the red latex ball, slipping the straps behind your head and fastening the gag in place.

I un-wad my panties, now wet from your slobber, and bend down, holding them out for you to step into, and say, “Now put them on.” You hesitate for a moment when you see that I have the thong turned backwards, but I insist with a wink, “They’ll be more fun to wear this way.” You step into my soggy panties, and let me pull them up your legs, getting your thighs a little moist along the way. I pull the backwards undies into place across your crotch, then grab the thong and tug upwards on it, driving it up between your pussy lips and pressing it against your clit, making you jerk at the sudden mixture of discomfort and pleasure. I look pleased by this. I smile sweetly as I begin to stroke your hair, saying, “You’re such a good girl. I want to make you my pet.”

As I go back to my bag again, I explain, “And since you are such a good little pet, I’m even going to let you choose what kind of pet you want to be.” As I pull out a rein and a leash, I offer you the choice, “Do you want to be my little doggy, or my little pony?”