A latex girl thing
“But, you want to be dominated by a woman?”
“Yesf Sirf!”
“Christ, you know what: in your case, you’re right, you need at least someone to control you because you don’t know what the fuck you want!”
“Yesf Sirf.”
Rusty could tell she was trying not to cry; he went a little far apparently with mentioning other women. He caressed her face kindly and said, “Straight women need to be controlled by straight men, Slave. That’s what needs to happen here. I’m not convinced that you are convinced. Don’t worry: I’ll get your mind right.”
“Yesf Sirf.”
Rusty grabbed the collar, forced her head down, and proceeded to belt the collar around her neck. Finished he lifted her head up to look at the collar; it had lots of D-rings on it, including one built into the plated word ‘SLAVE’ in the front. “Stand up, Slave.”
“Yesf Sirf.” Slave eased herself up, holding the long lead in both her hands. The fuck me boots made it a challenge, but she managed.
“Quiet now; arms folds together behind your back,” ordered Rusty. He threaded one end of the lead through the D-ring in the front, pulling it through until he felt it was half-way threaded. He stepped around her as her arms came together on the small of her back. He made her cup her right hand around her left arm, and then guided her left hand to do the same on her right arm. She moaned.
