Slowly Rogue began to move up and down, her biological imperative telling her to try and get this done as quickly as possible. On her planet a few tho...sand years ago the male although not fighting the mating might not have been the most willing of participants, thus the need for the pheromones. The inhibitor in my bloodstream wasn't quite blocking all of it out so I was getting a large dose, not that I would ever be able to refuse her anything.Rogue moaned, and my hands moved up to her breasts. I thought I should go home and get some more appropriate clothes than what I had so that was first on the list to do.We drove over to my house so I could change clothes and I packed a little bag of essentials, visited with my dad, took care of the cat and headed out. I picked a big batch of fresh herbs, I told Shannon I wanted to fix our lunch. Shannon said she wanted to stop at the grocery store for a few thing and since I needed more items to make the lunch we did some shopping. Shannon. I believe she is to be my mistress. May I please enter, Sir?”You nod, and she hands you a leash attached to a slim collar around her neck, which you only notice now. You take it and lead her in, slamming the door shut. She crawls alongside you as you settle back on the couch, your video game firmly forgotten. You demand answers from the stunning creature before you, which she provides in a sweet and lilting voice.“Eighteen days ago, at 4:12 a.m. on the 20th of April, Ms. Ashley placed an order. She had plannedon making her pet into a Goth slave girl, but her pet seemed to have afar better imagination, at least when it came to humiliation, than shedid. Far from the fetish look Alice would have chosen, Beccy had pickedclothes that made her look about twelve at most, although by no means achild. She looked like cheap jailbait, pure and simple, and the wolf-whistles from kids nearly half her age made her well aware of it.***It was sheer genius. A masterstroke. Now he was dressed like.