She was shivering and looked as if she had been crying. I pulled out another cigarette which she thanked me for and lit it for her. Without asking I t...ok my coat off and wrapped it around her shoulders my hands briefly brushing the soft skin of her exposed shoulders. She did not protest instead she just stared at me for a moment and told me she would have dressed warmer but she thought she would be riding home with a friend. I asked what happened to the friend. She looked over her shoulder at. He stood back as we ate and anytime anything ran low he refilled our classes and offered services. I let my robe fall open slightly to allow him view to my tits and could tell by his look that it did not go un-noticed. Once our dinner was completed we had a cup of coffee and a nice desert. I gave the server a nice tip and before he walked out the door I approached him and told him I really appreciated his wonderful service and asked if I could kiss him before he left. He said yes and I allowed. ?I want you to whorify me; I’m begging you to do it. Please make me a better slut for you,? Pet pleaded.Ahh, there is nearly nothing that drives the fundamental core of my energy like the delicious way my Pet begs me to, well, to do anything to him. There is nothing desperate or shameful about begging, not with Pet, as far as I’m concerned. Rather, it is more of a signal, a way Pet communicates that he is approaching that most malleable line. And I thrive on being the one to nudge him right. A simple rounded band of silver, her collar complete with a lock of platinum. This one item above any other marks her as his ‘toy’. Looking at the lock, she whispers the name engraved in red upon it. ?Fyre? and her body feels’ the heat his name implies. She would wear it always, lock sat in the hollow of her neck for all to see. Proud always to be his but he insists that she must wait, must grow accustomed to it first. There she lets the collar sit, knowing better than to put it on.