Chapter 9 by bingpot

Do you let the shop owner collar you?

You know you shouldn't, but...

As he moves towards you with the collar, you know exactly what will happen when he puts it on you. You know what he'll make you do, right here in the store in front of everyone. Your heart is pounding, your hands are sweating, and your pussy is burning. You can't stop him. You know you should, but your body refuses to move. He reaches up, and you gasp as you feel the cold metal clasping against your neck.

"Good girl..." he says. "I knew you would let me do it. Girls like you were made to be used. Now strip." You don't move, still frozen in place. You can hardly believe this is happening.

"I said STRIP!" he said, smacking you across the face. Your cheek burning, you're snapped back into reality. You obediently take your shoes, shirt, and pants off, leaving you in just your underwear. "All of it," he commanded. You reach behind your back to take off your bra, but hesitate, noticing that several people are now paying attention. Another stinging slap jerks your head to the side, and then the shop owner rips your bra off, followed by your panties. He spins you around and deals a third slap to your ass, eliciting a yelp of both pain and pleasure.

"The next time I give you an order, you will obey. Do you understand?" He emphasizes his words with a fourth, much harder spank, causing you to cry out again.

"Y-yes, I understaA-" a fifth spank rings out.

"You will address me as Sir, cunt."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good girl. Now be a good little whore and get on your knees," he says, beginning to undo his pants.

Are you a subservient little cunt? Or are you a disobedient bitch?