Next Time, He'll be a Hunter.

Sam returned home a little after his encounter with the redhead. With no collar in hand, it wasn't like he could bring her back home. On the way back, he noticed others too. Naked nubile young women prancing through the trees. Even when he couldn't see them, he could here playful giggling and the rustling of leaves. Now that he knew what to look for, he noticed the hunting bags that the men in the park brought with him and the camouflage that they wore. This was a place men cam to hunt, and women came to be hunted.

Tired, Sam sprawled all over the bed. From the corner of his eye, he saw a set of cotton rope peeking out of the closet. they'd been given to him by his friend Master Orange back in a dungeon he frequented back in LA. Back then, he would have gone very far for his own personal pet, for him to do whatever he wanted with. If he told some of the guys and gals back there, he'd have company out east very soon.

Still, for all of the skills he gained in those dungeons, it's not like he'd been out in the wilderness much. When to get a girl you need to hunt her, it necessitates knowing how to hunt. Sam sighs. This was going to take a store visit or two.

"Hey, boss, I need to take Friday off."

"Sure, Sam. Taking a vacation?"

"I wouldn't call it that."

Sam would need to hit whatever hunting store he could find in town. The pet store would also have some useful gear for him. There was one BDSM shop down near Penn State. He'd get the rest from there. Next time he went to Boyce Park, he was coming prepared.