Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Jenny Learns Her Place (Part 2)

... and use a dog collar. They usually don't keep the slaves very long, or they're newbies, or maybe just role players.” “I live to please him,” I replied. Had he said owner, I thought to myself. Owner? That was an aspect I hadn't considered. If he was my master then n effect, he owned me. Did I really want that? To be owned like property? “You must be doing an excellent job,” he laughed and then turned back to Bobby. “Uh, since this is a specialty item I'll need at least half down.” “Sure, no problem. I'd like to pay for it all and you can deliver it.” The proprietor's face showed his relief, “Surely. I'll need you to fill out this form so if the address isn't right, it's on you.” “I understand. Jenny, fill out the form.” “Yes sir.” “Depending on their backlog or orders, you should have this by the end of the week.” “Acceptable.” Bobby whipped out a credit card and paid for everything. “Let's go, slave,” he said, using the term slave in public for the first time. “Yes, Master,” I answered quickly and fell in behind him. Calling him Master in public, while a little bit embarrassing, felt better than I had originally thought it would. He opened my door and then closed it behind me, “Thank you, Master.” Bobby drove us toward home and I realized what time it was getting to be when the setting sun almost blinded me. We pulled into my driveway and went inside where I began preparing dinner and washing clothes. Everything in Bobby's suitcases was dirty but I didn't mind washing them. ...

... “Is there anything special I should know about wearing this particular collar, Master?” “Once I put it on you, it stays on you unless I take it off. Being gold it's waterproof and won't turn you green or anything so if I take it off, it's not a good thing. You've got a week or so to make up your mind. Now whether or not you agree to be my slave has nothing to do with plans for the website. No matter what, I think we can do well with it. If you decide you will not be my slave then we have to be careful about how we do this. We certainly wouldn't want the lines to become blurred and cause any friction between us. Or at least I don't.” “Okay, I can agree to that much. As long as it doesn't blow up when we're separated,” I replied and smiled as I referred to an old futuristic movie. “But listen, I know there's a difference, other than the cost, between the collars. Can you tell me what it is?” “Surely. The collar you have on now, which you can take off at any time, is like an apprentice collar. The one I bought today is a permanent collar and it tells everyone that you belong to someone else, like a wedding ring, and they should back off unless they get permission to do otherwise. It also means you become my property. I take care of you as long as you're my property. However, I don't have the right to sell or trade you but I do have the right to spank you, whip you, tie you up and use you as I see fit. If I decide to piss on you, you can be sure you'll get wet. If I decide to use ...