She accepts her role as bitch.

I pull a smaller bag out of my duffle and drop it to the floor in front of Jordan.

"Put that on. All of it. I'll forgive you when you convince me you're truly sorry. You can do that by showing me you really are just a bitch-whore."

Horrified, she opened the bag and pulled out a pair of gloves shaped like puppy paws, a butt-plug with a long tail attached, a heavy leather dog collar with a name tag reading BITCH, and a headband with floppy dog ears on it.

I watched as she struggled with herself. For a moment I thought she was going to protest or just leave, but all my threats and her own money problems won out. With shaking hands, she raised the headband and put it on her head.

I smiled reassuringly. "That's it, ya little whore. All of it. Earn your money."

She seemed on the verge of tears but she pushed through. Tough girl, I give her that. She buckled the too-large collar around her throat and then looked back and forth between the gloves and the plug. She would lose her hands if she donned the gloves, but wasn't sure how to proceed with the plug.

"Gloves. Then I'll help you with the tail."

Jordan didn't seem thrilled by that prospect, but she was already past the point of no return, so she just jammed her hands into the puppy gloves. Her hands would be balled into fists inside, and she had no way to secure them.

She looked at me helplessly and I laughed.

I bent down and tightened the little straps and buckles, drawing the space inside tighter around her fists and securing them to her wrists. There's be no way she could take them off again without help.

"Turn around, whore. Bend over and spread your ass as much as you can with those useless hands." I said, nudging her with my knee to guide her until she compiled, trembling.

After taking just a moment to appreciate the completely ****, tight little neighbor girl body before me, I gave the thing some spit-lube and worked it into her puckered asshole. It was rough, and she groaned a bit, but we got it in.

I stepped back. "Now you look the part."I pulled a leash from my bag and clipped it to her collar. She blushed with shame.

I tugged hard on the collar, lifting her off her hands. "I just gave you a compliment, whore."

"Oh! I'm sorry. Thank you, sir! Thank you!"

"You have a lot to learn, Jordan." Sitting in my favorite chair, I dragged her towards me and fished my fully-erect cock from my pants. The leash kept her face within inches of it. "Now. You're a bitch and a whore. I suspect you know what to do with this."