Since I was feeding them close tomy house, the more playful dog would usually follow my car to the house and would hang around.I figured this would be...the one I would try to get me to fuck me. He was a beautiful boxer. I came out of the house one Saturday and sure enough the boxer was lying outside on the grass.He came towards me and I noticed one of the other dogs I fed, a medium size mutt, ran towardsus. I went back into the house and came back out with some dog treats. I tossed them and. "Will you be my slaves?" Yes, Mistress." Then take these collars." She extended her hands, and we each took a collar from her."Now, face each other once again." We did as we were commanded."I want you to collar each other. Now, become my slaves."With that, Jenny and I each reached for the other. I lovingly slipped the collar around Jenny's neck and, at the same time, felt the cool leather of my collar, as Jenny placed it around my own throat. I could feel tears welling up once again as powerful. With a pounding heart I climbed the stage, which fortunately for mystilettos had a little stairs. The guitar player handed me a Telecasterand a pick with a sarcastic grin, wondering how this blonde bimbo wouldmake a fool out of herself."What are you gonna play for us, baby?" the singer said mockingly intothe microphone.I thought what the heck, selected a distorted sound on the pedal board,batted my eyelashes sweetly at the singer and exploded fiercely in theopening riffs of Foxy Lady.The. After marriage, Dad always praised my moms long long hairs. So she never even thought of getting them cut. But why not said uncle. You will certainly look good in that style, he said. But what about your bhaiya? Mom said. He said he wont say anything. And if he says, tell him that you asked ne to look glamorous, here i am. Mom said no, it wont work. Two days later at the night, mom asked uncle that she thinks he was right. My dad is notHere to take the decision and to guide her. So she will do.