She's All For The Idea

The tree rustled as a light breeze ran through its leaves. Sam leaned away from Jun, though still towering above her bound form. She was looking down, face obscured by her bangs and his shadow. His words hung in the air between them. It was impossible to tell how she felt about it. At least, it was impossible until she looked up with a bright happy smile.

"You should have led with that, Mister Sam." She laughed. Her smile was a vision of sweetness.

"My last name is Cooper. It would be Mister Cooper." He pointed out dryly.

Jun didn't reply to that. Instead, she made a big show of lifting her neck up. An act of submission. She straightened her back, into something resembling a proper **** posture, though it still retained a hint of sloppiness. Her hair streamed backwards over her shoulder.

"You caught me." Jun said loudly. The wind rustled. "Fair is fair. That means you can do whatever you want with me..."

"...Master."

She flashed a sly grin at him, but then lowered her eyes to the ground. This one was going to need a little bit of punishment to be kept in line. Okay, a lot of punishment. But, nothing installed discipline like a bit of training. Sam grinned too. This was going to be fun.

He reached into one of his pack's pockets, and drew out a rough red leather dog collar. It had a D-ring on the front, and a tag with his phone number hanging from it. It was a proper pet collar. Sam wrapped it around Jun's exposed neck, and locked it shut.