She must have had a bath or something. For the first time I noticed that her breasts and ass looked like they were firm for someone her age. I knew sh... worked out but she did wear clothes and makeup from the 80’s you know tight pants and loose t shirts with fluffy hair. Maybe that’s what made me feel that she was older than she seemed like.She was also quite a short lady – maybe about 5’4 something. She saw me and said I never got to thank you for helping me back there. I said it was nothing. I will send someone to collect your things within the hour.” “Thank you, Master.” I felt so relieved. This was it, my way out of debt. “You must never take that collar off. It is locked anyways, so don’t even try.” A collar? What the hell was this man getting to? I squelched the thought, I need the money. I will do anything for it. “Get on your knees, from now on you are my pet. No talking, no walking. You will act as though you are a dog.” I knelt down and acted like a dog. He beckoned me. She was a hopeless romantic and knew it. When younger, she had dreamed of world travel, exciting adventures and being swept off her feet by dashing handsome heroes. But life had devolved into an existence instead of an adventure. Oh, Phillip was sweet and she had jumped at the chance for marriage when he had proposed, but instead of the story book ending in the enchanted castle, she found herself often alone as Phillip's job took him on the road a great deal. Lonely nights alone found her. I have taken her permission to upload this story although she has left India now, just a brief about her. She is a house wife from Bangalore aged about 36 but looks 30 and after reading my earlier post confessed to me over mail that she liked it a lot and bla bla bla so on when we became friends she asked me if I was ok to meet her for a coffee as I did not want to take chance (Most of the guys portrays as girls and have asked for my number and have also asked me for Fucking them which is.