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... barefoot & wearing her Miami Dolphins jersey he had bought her with her name on the back. The jersey came down just below her ass cheeks. In the living room she turned & faced him. Her hair shorter back then. He always told her how beautiful she was & how much she looked like Demi Moore but it was much longer now. Island Girl long she had told him. He knelt at her feet while she watched TV. More stories about this Mysterious Island. He massaged her legs, kissed her feet & sucked her toes just like she had taught him to. Then she handed him the thing that looked like a wooden pencil with a flexible tip used for cleaning under her toenails. After sucking her sweaty toes, licking between each one he would use the tool to remove dirt from under her nails. She would watch him lick the dirt off, making sure he swallowed it. Long strings of spit dropping into his mouth as he sat back on his heels with his mouth open like a puppy. Then she would pull her jersey up, open her legs for his mouth. He would lick & suck & this time when she sat on his face wanting her ass kissed & licked he didn't pull away. This was his last chance. He sniffed, licked, cleaning her sweaty crack with his tongue. The bitter nutty taste as she demanded he lick then suck her Rosette until she came again. That's when she had him kneel before her as she put the dog collar on him. It was bright blue & tingled against his skin. He could still taste her ass in his mouth when she showed him the yellow funnel. He ...

... had been about to ask her about the collar but the strange tingling had stopped. Michelle looked down at him as she pushed the nipple of the funnel into his mouth. He wanted to run. The funnel could only mean one thing. He stared up at her as her thighs straddled the funnel. He could still run...he couldn't do this. Michelle used her fingers to wipe away his tears as Michelle's cunny pressed the funnel's nipple into his mouth. He could still push her away & run, but he did none of those things. Closing his wet eyes he let his mouth fill & when he heard Michelle call him her Slave for the very first time he swallowed forever sealing his bondage to her. ****************************************************************** The flight from Miami to the Island's Mainland was little more than an Hour. Her Mother had arranged to have her realtor meet her at the Mainland Airport to take her across to the Island & her Beach House. The private jet, a Lear, again arranged by Michelle's Mother. Michelle sitting with Storm in her lap, her constant purring grating on my nerves, her cats eyes staring at me. ***************************************************************** The Realtor, whose name was Arlene, slowed as they approached the drawbridge about to ask Michelle to put Kyle's blue collar on when she saw her doing just that. 'I see you got the package' the woman ask Michelle. 'Yes thank you it came several days ago' Kyle listened, not understanding any of it, sure that Michelle didn't ...