As the last drop squirted from me, I collapsed on top of Emily, our bodies joined, slick with sweat and cum. We lay there for an eternity, my dick sti...l deep inside her tight cunt, as we struggled for breath.Finally, I rolled off, taking the cum-heavy condom off with me.With my arm around Emily, I whispered: “That was incredible.”“It was so good!” Emily replied without moving. “You are going to stay aren’t you?”“I’m not going anywhere.”As we lay there in a tight embrace Emily shoved her ass. "I got it here somewhere. I never heard of no ass tax before." It's a new government program, designed to reduce bureaucratic inefficiency as a result of the Hmmhmm-Frmmhmmhmm Act," I said as she let me into the house."Whatever," she said as I followed her back toward the kitchen of her cheap, untidy apartment.Her place, and its occupant, were perfect examples of Jerry Springer America--the apartment dominated by a TV, food plates sitting straight on the roughly upholstered couch, beer cans and. I never told her that though. A couple days before Christmas, I had to close up and walk home, luckily I live in Florida and only live about a mile away from the company. I didn’t legally have a license yet but I drove a car just back and forth to work on occasion . My parents had to go to some Christmas party that I didn’t want to go to anyway. When I was about to leave, I heard a voice from behind me. “You still here, sweetie?”It was Isabella. She had been sneaking around here while I locked. Penny felt lost in a kind of submissive limbo. Earning Mistress's collar had somehow become a symbol in her mind for everything that she wanted. She had forsaken her old life of complete control, and there was no going back. She needed to submit to Mistress – to have that outlet. She could no longer convince herself that constantly maintaining control was fulfilling for her.But she had been denied the collar, and was thus incomplete – pathetic even. She wasn't worthy of being Mistress's.