I’m not on the pill…

You whimper that you aren’t on birth control… and that you’re very fertile right now. That’s probably part of why you needed your man to fuck you and you’re behaving like a total wanton slut… but he merely grins harder.

“-That ain’t a choice, bitch… just a reason to make you cum harder as I destroy all your holes. Y’a know, y’a can make shure I cum so much in y’a mouth and ass and face y’a pussy is safe.”

You notice his accent is slipping. He’s obviously very aroused by the idea of fucking a tight little white slut and possibly get her pregnant. It’s also pretty obvious he’s totally going to fill that ou say with as much cum as he can, whatever he might say.

“- So, bitch. Last call and I’m outta here. Collar or condom?”

He slaps your ass again, licks his fingers and trails your buttcheeks, slightly parting your hole. You breathe in sharply and you hear your voice.

“- Collar…”

“- Collar, Master! You need to show respect for that cock!”

“- Collar, Master…”

“- That’s a good bitch.”

He locks the collar around your neck, and slaps your ass yet again. It must be red by now…

“- From now on and till I decide otherwise, I only want to hear you whimper or woof like the bitch you are. Am I clear?”

“- Yes Master!”

He slaps you even harder.

“- I haven’t been clear enough, I guess.”

“- Woof?”

“- Good girl! That’s my bitch!”