Although after two years she had grown accustomed to the leers and stares of the restaurant patrons, putting on her dress to go to work always made he... feel dirty and cheap. Although the dress was made in the traditional Mexican style of 1920's colonial Mexico, the hem was much shorter and the scooped neckline cut much lower than from that era. The bottom portion of the dress itself was a smorgasbord of bright colors, blue, red, green and white. The top was black, clingy, and scooped low. " Thank you whore, I'm not an unfair Mistress and I will say that was a good job for a slave. Stay there."Natalie walked away. I watched her with my cock straining in my pants as her heels echoing on the wooden floor faded. She returned a few minutes later holding up a collar and a rather short chain."Well, you are my slave so I'm owning you with my collar, present your neck."I do my best by tilting my head. She stands in front of her humble slave, leans forward and buckles the black leather. Well...we...you...I...this can’t happen, it’s not right,” I somehow stammered out. Not that I hadn’t fantasized about it, and not that I didn’t have a raging hard-on from the contact and seeing Candice mostly nude and lying pretty seductively, in my bed. Sex with a woman has been almost non-existent since we lost her mother 8 years ago, and I’ve done my best to raise her, but even though I fantasized about something like this happening, I never dreamed Candice might feel the same. Still, you. "What hurts so much, Olivia? My ropes, digging into your beautiful flesh, that is suspending you?" Olivia shook her head as she sobbed and answered, "N-no. My pussy hurts so much. Please make me cum." I rubbed the coiled rope hard in-between her legs. Olivia froze for an instant, unable to move or breathe. The rough fibers dragged across her inner folds and clit numbed all of her senses momentarily. She clenched her jaw tight as the quivering heat deep inside her belly turned into a raging.