? ?Down.? He forces me back to hands and knees, and strides from the bathroom, half dragging me by my hair as I scrabble to keep up. In...the bedroom he reaches under the bed and hauls out a dog-bed – extra large Great Dane size – with a quilt folded on it and a heavy steel collar and chain on top. There's a month's dust on it: I prefer my slave to sleep in my bed, across the bottom end so I can rest my feet on him. The collar is solid iron half an inch thick, and when he closes. I was twenty three years old. My home was an apartment on the top floor of newly refurbished building. It had two spacious bedrooms, two bathrooms and a generous kitchen leading off the lounge. There were two balconies with views over the city to the west and communal gardens to the south. My family home was only a couple of streets away, a substantial detached four bedroom house that my parents had bought some twenty five years ago and which was now occupied by my two younger sisters as well. 'About you two getting lucky tonight,' she replied. 'No, but I want you to put on your sexiest panties and bra when we get back,' I replied. 'No,' she replied, 'I told you you can forget about that'. I said, 'I want you wearing those so I can have you dressed a like a slut but only I’ll know it.' 'Forget it,' she said. I thought that was it, she wasn't interested, but then when she said, 'Anyway, I didn't bring any sexy panties with me,' I knew she was up for it. 'What?' I replied. 'I didn't. It was that time of the year for it's inspection to be due. After school, he took the car to the local garage and walked home. Neither of us was prepared for Julie when she showed up.Rob was in the guest room/office doing his homework when she arrived. I decided not to tell him that she was there."Oh, Hi Julie. I didn't know you were coming over." Sorry I didn't call. I needed someone to talk to. I hope you don't mind?" Not at all. Let's go into the living room to sit. Can I get you something.