The Pet

And in those fantasies, Nina had always been the one on her knees. Since she'd learned what sex was, her fantasies had consisted of more powerful femme women keeper her as a possesion, humiliating her, and doing whatever they wanted to her body. Even if she'd never admit this fantasy to anyone.

So staring at the erotic scene in front of her was having quite the effect on the petite girl. Her panties were rapidly getting desperately wet. A creeping blush covered her cheeks. Her eyes eagerly traced the powerful commanding gait of Mistress. The collar wrapped around the pet's throat made her unconsciously brush her hand against her neck. It made her wonder what the relationship between the two was like. What other indignities the Mistress subjected her pet too.

The Mistress didn't appear to notice her as she walked by. Without even thinking, Nina started walking.