A Cage For A Cutie

"If you chose not to go free, I would lead you home by leash. From then on your ass is mine. Pussy. Ass. Mouth. All of it." He gazed over her nude form. Despite her nymph like sluttyness, something about her reactions almost made him think she was a virgin. She hadn't been doing this long, had she. "I could use them however whenever. Even lend them out to a friend if I wanted."

"You'd even loan me out?" Her lip quivered. It wasn't clear if it with fear or excitement.

"That's right. I'd have total control of your holes." He reached out, brushing the hair from the side of her face. She didn't meet his eyes. "No cumming without permission either. You've been masturbating whenever you pleased with no consequences for too long now. I'd keep you so fucking wet and horny that you'd be ready to be fucked at any minute of any day."

"I have a cage big by my bedside. Big enough to fit a human comfortable." He smirked cruelly. "You'd be kept naked, and eat your meals on the floor. When I need food, I'd have you cook for me. When I need something cleaned, I'd have you clean for me. And if you did a good job, I'd reward you in the exact way a needy slut like you would want to be rewarded."

"But, I wouldn't be mean or cruel." As he said this, his face softened. He said it oddly tenderly. "You'd be punished for being bratty or disobedient. But, if you showed what a good pet you could be, you'd get all the affection and all the tenderness that I as a master could afford to give you. You'd be my fuckpet."

"That's what would happen if you took the collar."