A collar can be taken off whenever and without regard by someone who is not seriously dedicated to their craft and those type of people are definitely...not pets, just someone with a fancy for imitation of a specific lifestyle. Likewise just because you tell someone to wear a collar that doesn't make you a Master. A Master must have respect for their pet, they must care about the pet's safety, they must understand the pet has limits and though it's ok to push the boundaries it's not ok to go. As good as her panties looked from the front, her ass was made for black lace. Her round cheeks just inches from his face, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties, and he glanced up to see her looking over her shoulder and down at him with a wicked grin on her face. Very slowly pulling her panties down just a bit, she teased him, giving him a quick peek of the top of her cheeks before pulling it up again. He loved her playfulness and confidence almost as much as the action itself.. I have heard that you are struggling financially. I don't know if you are aware but there is a pageants for older attractive women like yourself." He went on to explain that this pageant was a private affair that was by invitation only. That rather than having to pay an entry fee, each contestant was given $500 for entering. All the clothes, make-up and transportation were paid for. There was cash and other prizes. She had a bit of interest and a lot of curiosity. "Tell me more." she. She couldn’t get herself out of the belt even if her life depended on it. And to make matters worst Emma didn’t return that day. Emma breezed in at 9.30am on Sunday morning wearing denim shorts and t-shirt. “Morning lovers,” she smiled as she placed coffee and muffins on the floor by the bars. Kate was still pissed off. “Here you go,” Emma smiled as she threw over two keys. “You’re a bitch.” “Just playing the part, honey.” “A little too well,” Kate complained as she pulled down her.