“Sit up, pet!” she commanded. The woman sat back on her heels, bringing her hands up in front of her like paws, and I’m pretty sure I heard her ...reathing heavily. The lady’s medium-length hair was gathered to either side of her head in a way that made it look like big floppy dog’s ears. I got a strange tingle down my back when I noticed it was about the same color as my mom’s hair. I had to stop thinking about Mom and concentrate on the two horny ladies right here in front of me.Mrs. Randall. I then lay down on my back, and as I did, Stacey held up some of my ties she must have taken from my wardrobe, and then began tying one around each of my legs, and then my wrists, before she then tied me to each of her bed posts.I was now spread eagle on her bed, tied, and going no where fast.Then she moved towards her laptop and camera at the end of her bed, on her dressing table, and I watched her switch it on, before she sat on the edge of the bed looking into the camera that was pointed. They had not registered then. They did now.?You’re a slave, Lindsey.? He said my name again and it filled me with joy. ?You have always been a slave. You came to me wanting humiliation and degradation, wanting to suffer emotionally. Fucking the dog gives you that in a way I never could. You said it makes you feel subhuman. That’s exactly how you want to feel. It’s why you fuck him. Only you still feel it’s wrong. That, more than anything else, is why you suffer now.? He was right.. That’s what he wanted. And not just for today. For forever. He wanted to make her feel good.He put his hand on her lower back and glided it up her back gently until he touched her hair. This action shocked her and placed her back into reality and she turned around abruptly to come face to face with Mr. Greg, a very turned-on looking Mr. Greg. She looked terrified. She thought he would throw her out. She started to shake.She felt tears stinging her eyes again at the fear of what he might do..