Why wouldn’t you? The bimbo is in charge.

You are on your knees, shuffling forward on the cold marble floor like a little dog.

“- Who’s a good bitch? That’s my cock sucking little slut! You’re a good bitch, hmmm? You gonna get a treat, have I got a bone for you?”

He slams his attaché-case on a table and opens it. There are a few things in there, shiny ones, latex ones… there is what looks like a rabbit tail and maybe a bikini? He picks two of them and closes the case.

“- Shuffle your slutty ass over, bitch. I’m gonna get you ready.”

You’re horrified, but the bimbo is literally drenched in pussy juice. You shuffle over as he ordered and he slaps your ass, hard. You whimper, and he slaps you again.

“-Shut up slut. This is nothing, just think of how my cock’s gonna break you apart. You gonna beg for me to stop and you gonna beg for me to go on. Y’know that, right, bitch?”

He picks the two items up. One is a leather leash, black and studded. He connects it to a pink collar with metallic letters. They say “BBC CUNT”.

“- You deserve a little gift, bitch. It’s even got your name on it.”

If you were more excited, you’d be melting apart in a puddle on the floor.

“- Don’t worry… you gonna eat that dick whole!” He laughs, caressing the huge outline under his pants.

It seems the sexual desire overpowering you is quite obvious.

He grins an evil grin.

“-So babe, I can put a rubber on that cock… or I can put that collar on your little slutty neck. What’s it gonna be?”