Yes. She gives you a shiny new collar

Standing off of my body, her tail unwrapped itself from around my throat. Leaning forward she grabbed me by my shirt and hoisted me to my feet before she **** me back on the ground on my hands and knees. My pants had long since been forgotten, only my shirt remained, but not for much longer.

Grabbing the collar of my shirt from behind, she ripped it opened. The shreds of fabric falling to the floor leaving me fully nude, save for my shoes, however those to were destroyed.

She quickly sat on my back, her moist slit covering my back in her slick juices. The sudden weight nearly made me fall, however my arms held strong. I didn't want to disappoint my mistress, I didn't want her to think I was a bad pet.

Soon she began to chant in a strange language, that I couldn't understand, but as I listened to the words I couldn't help but feel a little sleepy. Not because of what she was saying but how she said them. Her voice was smooth and yet they dripped with lust. It wasn't until I felt something tight wrap around my throat that I was snapped from my thoughts. I whimpered. Fearing that I had somehow made my mistress mad, that she now had her tail wrapped around my throat and was ready to **** the life from me.

"There we go, a proper pet doesn't wear clothes, and all pets deserve a collar don't you think so?" She asked as she stood from my back, her juices running down my back.

"Yes Mistress thank y-ah" I yelled as she struck me again.

"Bad boy!" She scolded as she crouched down to my eye level and stared into my soul. "Momma never said speak. If you don't stare behaving I might have to punish you." She smirked as her tail wrapped around my cock once more, however this time it was painful and I couldn't help but gasp in pain, her grip only tightening. "Is momma going to have to neuter you?"

I quickly shook my head no, tears in my eyes as her tail continued to squeeze, until finally it let go and she stood. "Good, now come show your mistress how much you love her." She purred moving to sit on one of the pews, her legs spread slightly