Yes Master

“Yes Master, I am yours to command.” Jane whispered, visibly shuddering.

“I can’t hear you ****, speak up!” Bob said sternly

“I am your ****, command me Master.” Jane said in a louder voice

“Not good enough. You will kneel beside me with your hands behind your back and beg to be my ****.”

As Jane hesitates, Bob points to floor beside him. “NOW.”

Jane’s face is beet red as she glances around to make sure no one was watching.. Rising, she kneels next to Bob and places her hands behind her back and says in a loud voice. “Please allow me to be your ****. I exist only to give you pleasure.”

Smiling, Bob strokes her hair. “Good girl, now I have a present for you.” Bob says and reaches in his pocket, pulling out a black leather collar, with the word **** in silver letters. As long as you wear this, you will be expected to obey. If you wish to discontinue your service, you only need to remove the collar.

Trembling, Jane takes the collar and puts it around her neck. “Thank you Master” Jane says while staring into Bob’s eyes.

“Go into the bathroom and remove your panties and bra. You will finger yourself until you are wet, then return and place your bra and panties on the table.” Bob orders

“Yes Master” Jane replies with a hoarse whisper as she stands and heads for the women’s room.

Bob glances around to be sure no one is watching, and then adjusts his swollen cock. Shuddering as he touched his engorged member, eager to put his new **** to good use. Bob’s eyes nearly glaze over as he daydreams of he can do with his new toy.

Bob jumps as he realizes a beautiful woman is standing next to him staring and smiling. “I’m sorry.” Bob gasps, “I was off in La La land.”

“I just bet you were.” She replied “Trying to decide what you are going to do with your new **** next? That was quite a show you put on, I am impressed. My turn for apologies, my name is Silva, nice to meet you…?”

“Bob, my name is Bob.” Bob stammered. “Nice to meet you Silva.” Not knowing what else to say, Bob asked. “Would you like to sit?”

“For a moment, Bob, I won’t bother you long. I own a club that caters to the type of activity I just witnessed. Here is my card, call if you want to stop by sometime.”

Bob glances at the card, but it just says simply: “Silva’s club” along with the phone number and email address. When he looked up again, she was gone.