I had often hinted at my interest in slavery to Him. He had finally told me that if i were to confess my natural slavery He would personally preside o...er the ritual of my enslavement and see to it that there would be at least one bid on my slave flesh after my branding. He was the one who had yesterday hammered my formal steel slave collar around my neck as i had lain upon the collaring bench. He had also inserted the first butt plug i had ever known into my boy-cunt. After i was collared ,. He growled again. Cocking his head to his side and bearing his canines as he did so. Mikayla, not sure what prompted her, raise her chin and turned her head, baring her throat to the Dogman. She surrendered. She had no choice. There were too many of them. They could easily rip her to pieces if she fought. They would be on her in a flash if she tried to run. Now, she was unsure if the dream she had earlier was reality, and this was the dream.He gently nuzzled her throat and growled again,. “No, I couldn’t see you, just your bubble,” I told her to reassure her.“What does this mean for us?” Roy asked in a concerned voice.“Since you can’t disappear, it would only mean that your bubble would be visible with you inside it. Of course if the smoke is really thick, any of us would only be visible to those very close to us,” I told all of them.“It would have no effect on your bubble. It would only make it visible to those close to you,” Chris assured him. We continued on to the assault. Instead I told her how we got lost and how my son had directed us out the emergency exit. She didn’t buy it any more than my friendly volunteer did. An exasperated Nurse Ratchet said ‘Never mind, just give me the baby and go wait in your wife’s room.’ It was at this point that we realized just how well we had bonded. All our walking had thoroughly smeared the baby poop all over the two of us and in the 30 minutes we had been wandering it had dried. My son and I had truly bonded! He and I, or at.