Waiting.

You pull against your chain and your collar chafes against the tender skin of your long slim neck. You’re much weaker now, arms slim and girlish. The rounded weights on your chest sway unnervingly. Breasts. You have big, perfectly shaped mammaries. How could this happen? Your small hands reach up and cup their ponderous weight. Tits!? Your waist is so narrow too. Your hips are full. Your diminutive hourglass figure is coquettish. Sensual and sexy. The large nipples fatten, little nubs of arousal, crinkling in the air.

You’re a **** here. Property.