Yes

You say like a deer in headlights. She inches closer, and reaches down and pulls your shirt up over your head in one single motion.

"I train dogs, horses, mules, and..." Her quick fingers undo your shorts and pull them down with your boxers. " little submissive bitch boys, and I'm good at it." She explained her buxom chest rising up and down excited to inspect your nude body. Her placid smiled turns to a face hiding an evil thought. "What size shoes do you wear?" Her stern look traps you.

"Size 9." You manage covering your now exposed rock hard dick.

"Perfect!" She stomps over to her closet and reaches down, and picks up a pair of pink leather cowgirl boots, and holds them up. "I think these fit me when I was a young teen.

"Oh no." You say instinctively backing up. She smiles deviously, and her face gets stern.

"Put them on bitchboy! Or you get NO play." The boots hit the ground in front of you, and her blue eyes capture you again.

"You're mean!" You embarrassingly pick them up and slide your bare feet into them, and she beams knowingly.

"You haven't seen mean yet." She threatens. " Aww, they look so cute on you!" She teases. "Wait!" She interjects and goes back to the closet digging. "Luckily I keep all of my old clothes, so most of the stuff from when I was younger will fit you." She digs and her eyes light up and peel over at you. She pulls out a shiny glittery leotard that fades from baby blue to pink.

"Please don't make me wear that." You pleaded to her glazed grin, and her demeanor changed.

"I guess if you don't want to play by my rules I could take you back to the theater." She guilt tripped, and you stood nervously still nude in the pink boots covering your erection.

"Fuck it." You say, and her eyebrows jump, and she happily lays it on the bed.

"Put this on, and I'll be back!" She instructs, then spits on her hand. She walks up and casually moves your hand and strokes you to a near orgasm then stops. "You gonna dress up for me?" She softly asks, and you let out an uncontrollable gasp. She reaches down while you are in a daze and scoops up your clothes.

"hey!" You attempt to defend as she walks out of the room, and turns.

"I'll give them back if you be a good girl and do as your told!" She sternly explains and disappears up the stairs.

You slide your legs into the soft spandex leotard, and stretch it up and over your shoulders. The material traps your hardness and you feel like a doll. You glance into the mirror just across the way, and catch a glimpse at your ridiculous outfit. Her heavy steps quickly descend the stairs and she stops short dangling a little pink leash and collar with fake diamonds on it, and rope in her other hand.

"Oh my gosh!" She covers her face with one hand and tries to control the laughter as you look like a sad puppy at her amusement.

"yeah, yeah." You say feeling strangely turned on, and shameful. Her body language approaches you like that of a cat.

"Sexy little bitch!" Her hands push you on the bed and she climbs on top of you trapping you. She's much stronger than you so when she traps your arms with her knees you have **** but to submit. "I've always wanted a girlfriend named Greta so that's what I'm calling you from now on!" She bites her lips looking down and wraps the collar around you neck. "Guess what the tag says!" She taunts you playing with the dog tag on the collar. "It says Greta!" She teases in a mocking voice.

"Please don't tell anyone about this." You plead, and she casually sits on you like a queen upon her throne.

"You're going to be my little pussy whipped bitch!" Her finger taps your nose with each word, and her hand reaches around and rubs your trapped erection. You jerk uncontrollably and shoot a load into the spandex. Her face lights up with shock.

"Oh fuck!" You say out of breath.

"Did you just cum in your little leotard bitch?" She said looking back at the wet spot, and then back to you teasingly.

"yeah." You said bashfully, looking up at her knowing smile.

"Poor little horny bitch." She places her hands on her hips. "You love being treated like a bitch, don't you?" Her face wore a victorious sneer. "Well, I had another plan, but since you can't control yourself." She stands up and grabs the rope, flips you over and ties the pink boots together. Sitting on your back she forces your hands behind you. She hog ties you and casually gets up. She picks up a dirty sock and stuffs it in your mouth. You make some muffled protest before she climbs in view just in front of you on the bed, and pulls her leggings down revealing her trimmed bush, and luscious folds.

"I want you to get a good look at the pussy that's going to own you." She brushes your damp hair from your face before dipping her fingers down and rubbing her clit inches from your face. You make little peeps fighting the restraints rolling around in the little puddle you made earlier. Annabel's eyes roll back and her hips instinctively buck as she climaxes inches from your face.