You need to get Abbie's car back to her. Drive your pet to her house, then go home.

You’d like to find someplace private to spend more time with your pet, but you know Abbie is going to need her car soon to get to work. “I’ve got to get the car back. I’ll drop you off at your house,” you tell her. “I think this has been a pretty good first date, don’t you?” you smile wide and slide your hand up and down her thigh.

“This is all so wild and unexpected.” Tracey… no she’s Pet now, her tag says so… says as you drive. “Yesterday, I thought I was completely happy with my life… my girlfriend. I had no idea what real happiness is though. Belonging to you… serving you is… well, there’s no comparison.”

You nod, “Oh, right… of course you had a girlfriend. I think I met her — short black girl, with a punk look?”

Your **** nods. “Yes, Master. That’s Leah.”

“She wasn’t happy with me, after she saw you kissing me in the cafeteria.”

Your **** frowns, looking troubled. “Yeah… that would have upset her. This is going to really mess with her mind.” She tugs on the shiny tag. “I’m the one who convinced her to accept herself, to believe it really was OK to be gay. She was raised very religious, so it was hard for her. When I tell her I’m yours now… I don’t think she’ll be able to understand it.”

“She was about ready to fight me in the hallway yesterday. Is she likely to cause more trouble?” You ask.

Pet shakes her head. “I don’t think so. She’ll be hurt, but in public she can’t act like she’s too concerned about who I’m with. No one knew we were together. She’s scared to come out. Her parents would be furious. They’d kick her out of the house and never speak to her again.”

“That sucks.” You shake your head. “But it’s good she won’t start people asking even more questions about why we’re together. That’ll be enough of a surprise to most of the school.” You grin, thinking about it.

“It wouldn’t be if you ever let people get to know you, Master.” Pet insists. “They’d know how amazing you are then. They’d wonder why I wasn’t yours all along.” She turns in her seat and strokes her hand up and down your arm. She smiles wide.

You grin wickedly. “Maybe I should make you wear that collar all the time, so everyone knows exactly how much you’re mine. That you’re my ****.”

Pet’s eyes go wide. “That would be sooo hot. I love that you want the world to know you own me, Master. Do you think it would cause trouble though? Most people won’t understand how much I love being yours. They might think you’re some kind of abusive, male-supremacy dick. I don’t want people judging you.”

You laugh. “Most people already think I’m a pathetic, awkward loser. Having them think I’m a dick, but one who can get a girl to be my **** might be an upgrade.”