" Oh, Okay. Can I try it on first though?" No, Mistress. This slave collar can only be put on once." What do you mean?" Once it's put on, it can only ...e removed by being cut off, and even then, only with special tools. I shall wear it for as long as you keep me, which I hope will be forever." You're saying that it locks on, and that there's no key." Yes, Mistress. This is the ultimate in slave collars. There's not even a keyhole. It's made from titanium. You know, the stuff that they make the. I like your hair, by the way." Th- thanks," Craig said, his blush returning. As he passed, thedoorman's eyes slid down to his chest and Craig burned.I need to buy a bra, he told himself but froze inside when he realizedwhat he'd thought. He shook his head and continued inside, once againdrawing attention."Don't see them look like that these days," a gruff voice said severaltables away. "Nice."Craig could feel the eyes against him, as if they were a physical touchthat wandered his body from. "She had the grace to smile back. It was more of a guilty grin than a smile and he did not miss the fact."Now then," he went on. "I never asked you how old you are." Nearly sixteen. Three weeks time." Date?" Twentieth of May." I'll remember that. We must have a party, just the two of us," he replied with a smile."Thank you, sir." Now then! Take these clothes upstairs and see what there is." Yes, sir." Her eyes were shining with excitement."She really is a beauty when she lets her guard down,". Little alarms go off in my head, but I ignore them. I watch as your right hand continues rubbing your little clit, and your left hand moves to your opening, your index and middle fingers sliding in and out of your young puss. Your breathing starts to go faster, your moans becoming more high-pitched, and as you repeat, "oh god, oh god, ohgod," you climax, a little squirt of your juices trickling down your thigh. Your right hand keeps going for a minute or so, as if you're riding the feelings.