Take Tiffany for a walk

I got to work catching up with some of my studies during the morning, then decided to have a nap; it’d been a long night after all.

I woke up to the sound of knocking on my door. I turned over, checking my phone: 16:02.

Another couple of knocks and I got to my feet, walking over to the door. Tiffany was there, wearing a black coat with a fur hood, some skinny jeans and chequered Vans, and of course, her gold collar. Her hair was done up nice, and the streaks of tears in her makeup had been washed off.

“Good to see you, ****. But you’re late. I said four o clock.”

Her mouth widened in surprise, maybe she thought it was enough that she just came here.

“You need to understand that you’re my ****,” I said. “That means there are rules to follow, and punishments for breaking those rules. Do you agree?”

She looked at her feet, eyes wide in shock. “Yes, Master.”

“Good. As you should understand, if I give you a time, you should arrive on time. I was going to spare you the leash today, but since you can’t follow simple instructions, I’m going to make you wear it.”

I went back into my room, grabbing the leash, and clipping it to her collar, holding the handle firmly. Tiffany bit her lip hard.

“If you misbehave in any other way while we’re out, I’ll make you crawl the rest of the way. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

It turned me on to have this level of control over her, I didn’t even need the shock collar any more, without the threat of her father, she was completely defeated. Having her call me master made my cock a little hard, a little sticky too.

“Let’s go. As you may be aware, I’m now in charge of all of your money. I think it’s time we went shopping, I need some new clothes.”

I held the leash tight, pulling Tiffany along behind me. We went out into the courtyard, walking down the path towards the edge of campus. The mountain air was already cold, it was going to be bad in winter.

There were a couple of pillories over by the trees on the path, a punk girl with her hair shaved on one side occupied one of them. The rest of her hair was dyed bright red, her body covered in tattoos. Her master was caning her, the loud clip of the cane hitting her ass cheeks filled the air and she let out a hiss. Her cold skin was pink, and she shivered. Tiffany winced at the sight, maybe I could threaten her with that the next time she was disobedient.

“Hey, Tiff!” someone yelled from behind. It was one of the frat boys who’d knocked me over the other day. Broad shoulders in his letterman jacket and thick black hair. “Hey, what’re you doing with this loser.” His mouth gaped open when he saw the collar and leash.

“Brad,” she said. She smirked. “Would you mind taking care of him? It’s what my dad pays you for, right?”

“My pleasure.” He cracked his knuckles.

“Hang on a minute,” I said. “She’s my **** now.”

He took a step towards me.

“That means her dad has stopped paying you.”

“I’ll pay you right now,” Tiffany said. “To kick his ass and take me back to the frat house.”

Brad’s eyes shifted from me to Tiffany.

“Maybe you should ask for the money up front,” I said. “She doesn’t have any. Everything that belonged to her is now mine. You can keep the money her dad gave you, but you won’t be getting any more.”

“We got a problem here?” Campus security appeared on their buggy.

“Yeah, my friend here—” Brad started, but was interrupted by them scanning the barcode on the side of Tiffany’s collar.

“Tiffany Anderson,” one of the security guards said. “Belongs to Daniel Stevens.”

“That’s me,” I said.

“Alright. Is this guy bothering you?”

“No, we were just talking.” It was my turn to smirk.

“Okay. If you have any problems, there’s a button on the **** app to get support from us, we can retrieve your **** if she goes missing.

“Great, thanks.

The buggy drove off, and Brad looked from me to Tiffany.

“Look, Tiff, I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do.” He looked a little teary eyed as he turned his back on her.

I stared at her for a moment, before tugging on the leash for her to follow. The punk girl was still being caned, it made me want to strip Tiffany and put her in the pillory next to her, but I had nothing to hit her with other than my hand.

“On your knees,” I said. “You can crawl the rest of the way, as punishment for what you tried to do just there.”

Tiffany’s eyes widened, the slightest tear rolled from her eye, before she knelt. I tugged the leash and she crawled behind me.

“Any more bad behaviour, and you’ll lose an item of clothing, each time. It’s getting cold out here, you wouldn’t want to have to crawl around naked when winter comes around.”

We went to the high street, it took a while with Tiffany crawling behind me, but I made her do it the whole way, I couldn’t let her think I was soft, or that she might get away without a full punishment when I’d given her one.

We passed a couple of coffee shops, and were nearly at the clothes shop when we passed a man leaning against a wall. He had black hair in a pony tail, and a goatee.

“Hey,” he said. “Nice **** you’ve got there.”

“Thanks.”

He walked in front of us, and I pulled Tiffany’s leash back, a signal for her to kneel, and she did just that.

“She’s a pretty one. I tell you what, you ever feel like you want to auction her off, come to me first. I’ll give you a million dollars for her.” He handed me a card with a phone number on, then walked off.

My heart raced as I wondered what to do. I could call the number right now and earn myself $1,000,000. Tiffany looked up at me with worried eyes. I’d never have to work again, but would I ever have a **** like Tiffany ever again?