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Tim strained at the chain, while the girl walked over to the bed and sat down next to the ball. The girl reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. As the clasp came undone she stretched her arms toward the ceiling and began to take off her shirt. While Tim struggled against the chain the girl slid out of her skirt and sat on the bed, almost completely naked, Indian style. She pulled off her socks leaned back slightly. Her most prized possession, that which had to be hidden beneath cloth at all times, was only covered by a skimpy G-string. The collar threatened to cut off his supply of oxygen but the thought of the massive German shepherd tearing him apart **** him to continue. Finally, after much pulling and tugging, the chain snapped sending Tim flying towards the bed. He got the rock and made to hand it to the girl, but she refused to take it.

“A pet does not use his hands.” She commented fondling one of her B½ size breasts.
Tim looked at her confusedly.

“A pet uses his mouth.” She explained.

Tim resignedly put the ball between his teeth and got onto the bed to give it to her.
“A pet does not climb onto a bed or walk.” The girl said, “A pet jumps and a pet crawls.”

The girl pushed Tim forcibly form the bed. He got down on his hands and knees and, after a couple attempts, succeeded in jumping onto the bed and crawling over to where the girl sat. He placed the ball into her naked lap. She rubbed his head and pushed it towards her now wet thong.

“Good boy.” She cooed. She thought for a moment and then, after looking up suddenly to check that the door was locked, turned back to Tim. “For a reward,” she said softly, “I have a special surprise.”