Naomi becomes Clara's pet

"I'm glad I didn't shave this hair off," Clara said, grabbing hold of it while Naomi was still sucking. She found herself pulled up by it harshly until she was on her knees, looking her mistress in the eye. "Now, are you ready to wear my collar? I'd like to take you for a walk and see if you can be a good pet."

"Yes, Mistress," Naomi said without hesitation. Maybe this horny feeling would wear off, but right now, being collared and walked around on a leash by Mistress Clara made her pussy even wetter.

"Good, now hold up your hair for me."

Naomi leant back, holding her hair up behind her head with both hands. Clara quickly wrapped the black leather collar around Naomi's neck and buckled it as tight as it would go. Then she slipped a padlock through the buckle and clicked it in.

Something about it excited Naomi, she placed her hands on her thighs as Clara straightened the collar and clipped a leash to it. Her leash was just a metal chain with a leather handle. The handle was placed in Naomi's mouth as Clara crouched so they were face to face.

"Let's go over the grojnd rules," Clara said. "Pets don't speak. No climbing on the furniture, you'll be given a bowl to eat and drink out of, and a cage to sleep in. Now let's go for a walk."

Clara tugged Naomi's leash harshly enough to drag her down on all fours. She crawled behind her down the hallway until they reached a gate that went outside.