So it started, as most things do, as a game, a challenge: Just put it on, see how it feels, he said. And when she first put the collar on she felt…d...fferent, very different. He must have seen the change in her eyes, her body language. In silence he attached the chain, and pulled her gently to him, stroking her hair, calling her his little pet. She like the way he cooed to her, the way she fit in his lap, the way he was kissing her breathless, his hands roaming all over….Down, pet! He shoved her. She wondered if she should return to wearing baggier clothes. But what wasthe point of being a woman if she just hid it and pretended to be the sameguy she had always been. In fact she had listened to Megan and they did goout to parties more and met new people. She discovered that she didn'thave to be awkward. Maybe it was her attractive body, but she alsosuspected that her brain processed things slightly differently so shewasn't as overwhelmed by large groups of people like she had been in. “WOW!” she said looking at my concerted effort. “I never seen a man in panties before, you fucking pervert” she said giggling slurring her words a little with the effects of the drink and smoke.She reached forward and grabbed my balls feeling the damp panties for herself and her rubbing action was pulling the waistband lower forcing my cock to stick out further and more pre-cum to escape from the tip,“EWW!” she said as she took hold of my cock and squeezed it forcing more to escape, she wiped. When she tried it, disjointed was the description that came to mind. She had to give him a little credit. After that first clash, and the pairings for practice, he hadn't made any smart remarks. He even tried to help her. That first day in class, she just knew that he was born in France of french parents. She was dismayed when she finally came to realize that he was totally American.Two weeks ago, he had given her this dumb cassette and told her that he had isolated her pronunciation problem to.