Dogs have a collar and walk on a leashwherever their mistress takes them. Dogs do as they aretold or they get punished. The newspaper is just alittle ...aste of the things I use to train my dogs. Doyou accept?”“Yes, mistress.”Ingrid reached into the black bag and brought out ablack dog collar with a row of silver metal studs. Itilted my head forward and felt the leather slip aroundmy neck. Ingrid reached behind me to close the buckle.I was hers.And now I found myself ordered to. I had no idea who was sitting where, it seemed like some kind of circle. I realized I was in front of the first pair of knees. I placed my shaking hands on them slowly. Then I ventured higher until I reached the top and found her to be wearing her undies. Giggles filled the almost silent room. This happened four more times before I found my prize but still did not know who she was. My head was pressed to her. She stopped me and helped me stand then took me, still blindfolded, to Lesley's. She just looked down at her feet and blushed. We didn’t say anything for a moment then I said everyone would be looking for us. She said I guess your right and I stared the boat back up. I didn’t want to go back in. I wanted to stay out where it could be just the two of us. She told me to take the long way back. I figured she felt the same way as I did. I took us around some islands and around the lake. She just sat next to me with her head on my shoulder. I would give her a little kiss every. The effect on their cunts was not as devastating, but several petite virgins had bled to death after only one use.I still met the new jizz-slaves, now about 6 a day, as they arrived from sentencing. I met them oiled and rock-hard. I only had to enter the room with them when several would begin screaming at the sight of my huge, murderous cock. They knew that they were to be rammed and reamed and knew that the pain would be horrendous as my huge member thrust viciously into their cunts. Most did.