Mary becomes my slave - Sex Stories

Mary becomes my slave

... insisted. “No, that is too much,” she said. I had the scissors ready so I simply lifted her skirt and snipped the side out of her panties which fluttered down rest on her right foot, “As you wish,” I agreed. “Pavit” she exclaimed with wide eyes as she realised I loved BDSM as much as she did, and she giggled as she kicked the ruined panties away. The TukTuk came and we sat in the open seat with the cool air wafting round Mary’s naked cunt, “Mmmm,” she moaned, “Clever Pavit,” as usually she would have taken a taxi. The pet shop owner was confused when we asked for a collar. “You must bring the dog,” he insisted, and when we tried to explain he suggested, “How big is dog neck, neck big as mine, yours? hers? he asked. I tried my hands around Mary’s neck, “I guess like Mary,” I agreed. “Then try this one,” he suggested. I gently buckled it round Mary’s neck, “See perfect!” the man laughed, “I understand,” he said, “We have matching leash, you need bowl, water bowl, food bowl?” “I guess,” I agreed. “Good, I have everything, we have club meet Tuesday most weeks,” he said with a beaming smile, “I give you card.” We bought bowls and leash as well as the collar and in the change the man slipped me a card, “BDSM dogging every Tuesday,” and a phone number. Mary almost forgot to take the collar off! but we decided to have a meal in town before we tried out our new toys. To be continued A rewrite of "Meena becoming a slave" by Ravi Raj, though little now remains of the original Note this is a work of fiction and the names are fictitious as are the actions of the characters. The events descibed never took place outside the author’s imagination