Get to know Tiffany

We found a bench to sit on, I placed the bags next to me as I drank my coffee, looking at Tiffany as she drank hers. She still wore the leash, the handle of it in my hand.

“What did you want to talk about?” she asked blankly.

“I just… wanted to get to know you a bit better.”

She shrugged her shoulders under that black coat, then had another drink of her cappuccino. Then she looked dead ahead, crossing her legs.

“What do you like to do for fun?” I asked. There didn’t seem to be a good place to start, but maybe that question could lead onto a conversation and a little less awkwardness.

She shrugged again. “I like the movies, ice skating, going out for dinner.” She sighed, frowning and her eyes watered a little. “I guess I won’t be doing any of that anymore, will I?”

“We can still do those things, just because you’re my ****, doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to have any fun. What else do you like?”

“I like watching football, I was a cheerleader in high school. I was planning on joining up here too.”

The thought of Tiffany in a cheerleader outfit gave me a hot feeling throughout my body, I had to see her in it sometime. “Being my **** won’t stop you from joining.”

She looked me in the eyes for a second, before turning her head. She sipped her coffee, placing it beside her and wrapping one of her hands around the other.

“I just can’t believe what you’ve done to me,” she said. She felt at her collar, trying to relieve the pressure of it on her throat.

I shrugged, feeling the lump in my throat as I gulped. I drank some coffee to try to ease it.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking at her lap. “It’s just the way things are now. There are a lot worse men out there than me though. Look at that guy who wanted to buy you earlier.”

Tiffany wriggled her shoulders like a cold wind had just hit them. “Please don’t sell me to him, whatever you do.”

I gave her a wry smile, but didn’t make any promises. I thought about mentioning how I might if she displeased me, but now didn’t feel like the right time. It was best if I saved that comment for the next time she misbehaved.

“So what do you like to do, for fun?” she asked.

I was caught off guard by her opening up a little at last. “I don’t know really. I never had much money when I was growing up. I like the things you like though; I’d love to catch a movie with you, and take you out to dinner.”

Tiffany gave me a wry smile. It was nice to finally have some conversation with her, we talked about what food we both liked, and what our parents did for work, (her dad was the owner of a huge media corporation), how many brothers and sisters we both had (she had an older, more successful sister, who from she said, was her dad’s favourite).

When we ran out of things to talk about, I thought about talking about sex with her, but maybe it would ruin the mood. Maybe it was best left for when we got home. I could find out what she liked then, what her fantasies were, what her dirtiest secrets were.

“Let’s go home then,” I said, standing, and grabbing the bags.

Tiffany smiled at me and stood behind me. I stared at her for a moment, but she seemed clueless as to why.

“On your knees.”

Her eyes and mouth opened with surprise.

“But—”

I placed my index finger over her lips. “The word but doesn’t exist for you anymore, not unless you’re talking about your ass. You’re serving a punishment for what you did earlier, remember?”

Tiffany’s head dropped, and she lowered herself to her knees, then onto all fours, ready to be walked home like a pet.

“Good girl.” I patted her head. “Just because we talked, doesn’t mean you’re forgiven for what you did.”

I tugged on her leash, and she crawled behind me, just as she had on the way there. I was looking forward to getting her home and seeing what her new clothes looked like on her.