Oh! by the way...I'm Plenko. My name is short enough, but my friends decided to shorten it and call me Pleeky, don't ask why because I don't know. Any...ay, a pretty face can mean a lot to me. It can mean she either has long legs, and a skinny frame with gorgeous eyes and a nice complexion, long blonde hair, and teeth that aren't necessarily perfectly straight, but they have a formation about them that turns me on. It can also mean she has short brown, or even blue hair, with perfectly straight. I look up into my new Master’s face and he smiles. “I like this look on you kitten.” Master tugs on the chain, pulling me to my feet. His mouth covers mine with a passionate kiss while he pinches my firm nipples. I wince but the pain only makes my soaked pussy wetter. Master turns and pulls a key out of his jacket pocket and frees me from the chain. “Get on your knees slave,” he gently commands and I eagerly fall to my knees at his feet, looking down. Placing a hand on my head he says, “From. .. it?" She wants me to start on one dose a week"Dose, I rolled my eyes. This was the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to me, and I was kidnapped as a baby and experimented on by a billionaire-funded research team."But it can't be frozen, " she added. "It loses it's potency so it has to be... fresh," she shivered as she said it.We both took a deep breath, there was a long pause as we looked at each other waiting for the next person to say something. Nat finally broke the tension."So. Taking a last look through the kitchen window atthe clock, she saw that the timer for her mitts would switch on in five minutes,at seven-thirty. Hastily she dropped to all-fours and buckled the collar aroundher neck before thrusting her hands into the mitts and settling the cuffs comfortablyaround her wrists. She had litle time to change her mind before the faint doubleclick announced that her mitts were now locked on her hands, and she was irretrievablycommitted. Cautiously she raised her.