Tracy nodded.

“Good girl...” he told her.

Kat grinned as she looked up at him. “Master... how did you know?”

Tracy shrugged. “We’ve been having an affair now for a while. I figured out some things. I know you’ve done this to others. Tom Jenkins. Alice Simpson... Senator Neil Dwyte... and I figured out you passwords and was reading your texts.” Tracy said.

Kat swallowed. She thought she’d been so clever. Tom, a pushy silent partner, has been turned into a tiny mouse girl sold to an internet porn site.

Kat has tired of Alice - she was now in Europe, a bunny girl in some Russian mafioso’s sex stable.

Neil Dwyte was... well gone but still nearby... that Senator had been an arrogant cunt. Now she was just a cunt. A dog girl being bred by her replacement. She’d had three litters and was pregnant with her fourth.