Though there may be some discomfort.”Wait, is that a collar? Is he telling me he’s going to put a collar on me? I’m not a dog!“I can see that ...ou are quite shocked. No need to worry. This collar will not kill you. It will only remove your powers and return you to your true form, whatever that may be.”I stepped away from him. The smile that was only a mild unpleasantness before this suddenly felt oppressing. That smile, made seemingly carelessly felt nauseating, scary and threatening. It felt as. When the last of them left, she closed the door and walked back to my desk She looked at me for a minute and then sat down on my desk, her bare thigh mere inches from my arm, her ankle touching lightly against the outside of my thigh. "Are you as good as everyone tells me you are?" "Excuse me, Mar….ah…Miss Carlson?’ "No, Stevie…can I call you Stevie? I’d like us to become friends since our student/teacher relationship has ended for good. Would you like to have me as a friend?" She slid a. I mean, our Master's bedroom of course, but I'd taken to thinking of it as ours, his and mine. I sat on the closed toilet and hadn't bothered closing the bathroom door. A slave like her didn't need any privacy anyway."Take your clothes off. Let me see what you look like." Yes ma'am," the girl agreed. She wore only a simple dress anyway, like a yellow sundress. It looked cheap and threadbare around the seams, at the hem and buttonholes."Is that the best dress you have?" I wondered, and she. With someof the money I've earned over the last couple of years..."Earned?"..I'm going to redecorate the basement, and turn it into a full fledgeddungeon. A couple of tiny cells for keeping slaves, racks, crosses,whips, chains, you name it, I'll have it in spades."While she was speaking, I felt her push up my dress, exposing myprivates. I felt her pull down the hose and either cut or tear thecrotch of the hose. She then pulled my ball sack out along with thethong. She massaged them, making.