Something a bit impractical.

I turned my head and the first thing I noticed was the bounce of her DD tits as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She wore a thin white tanktop that was clearly a size too small for her, and which had been roughly cut off just below her nipples. The bottoms of her tits were completely visible and unsupported by any bra, and even thought the material covered her nipples, they were clearly visible through the fabric. If she went jogging in that they’d flop all over the place, probably painfully, and she’d have to keep pulling the half shirt down or they’d quickly become completely exposed. Instead of shorts she wore a pair of white boyshort panties that left her asscheeks as exposed as her underboob, and which was clearly too tight for comfort. As she bounced into the living room, she reached back to pick the cloth out of her asscrack, but left the gratuitous cameltoe alone. Around her neck was the cheap fake gold “Fucktoy” necklace.

“How’s this, master? She said with a smile.

“perfect,” I said with a genuine smile.

“I’m glad. I originally bought a skimpy sports bra that showed off my nipples, but I thought you’d like this better.”

“How very thoughtful,” I said, pulling her into my lap, “Now you remember the rules of that necklace, don’t you?”

“Of course Master,” she said with a seemingly genuine naughty smile, “When I wear this necklace I have no rights, and I’m just a fucktoy for men to use. I have to do anything any man says and I have to let him do whatever he wants to me.”

“Good. Do some laps around the neighborhood. If you see any men out there, go say hi. Ask them what they think of your outfit. Ask them what their favorite part is. And of course, if they ask about the necklace, tell them what it’s for.”

“Yes master,” she said, leaning in for a kiss, “Do you want to use me before I go out?”