Petplay

If I'd been in a good mood when I got on the plane nothing would have
happened. But I'd had a bad day, and my period was starting, so I was in a
black mood. I'd upgraded to first-class and had hoped to wind up sitting
alone. But it wasn't my lucky day. A pert, perky little blonde sat down
next to me. She'd obviously just come from someplace warm because she was
nicely tanned and was wearing a sundress and sandals. I turned slightly and
stared out the window, hoping she'd get the message.

CHAPTER XV: Last Day Of School Part II

After getting home Karen took a quick shower, really just to rinse the chlorine off her skin, then got the small cart she had been using to move candi around and rolled it out to the garage.  

Chapter X.  Home Again

V. Transition

Karen made a mental note to check on the slut every half hour.  She would need to be watered periodically to keep from wilting.  She had enjoyed her time getting the stupid bitch under control and was well satisfied with the progress so far.

Chapter Five

Chapter Four

      Joyce was dressed in a halter top and a short skirt, she wore no bra or panties.  She had a thin collar around her neck, it looked more decorative than anything, but to her it was a symbol of her slavery and it made her blush with humiliation.  She followed the judge into the hotel room meekly.

Chapter Three

      Joyce felt like she was choking with the thick black leather collar snugged tight on her neck.  She was sobbing softly as the guard tugged her along by the leash clipped to the band around her throat.  Her hands were pinned behind her, the leather cuffs on her wrists were snapped together in the small of her back and she could feel the cuffs around her ankles as the high heels she wore clapped on the cement floor.

Chapter Two

Joyce waddled out into the courtroom behind the huge cop.  She struggled to keep up with him as he pulled her along with a rope looped around her neck, kind of like an impromptu leash.  She couldn’t believe how humiliated she felt, it was like being dragged along like a dog on a walk.

A Russian Countess takes her three captive ponygirls out for a run on a brisk winter's day.

Today it was flowers.

Four days ago, a little box of designer chocolates.

Trish Cavanaugh glared at the tiny bunch of violets, tied with a silk 
ribbon, which had been left on her chair. Wasn't he ever going to give 
up? She hated to toss the innocent flowers in the trash--they hadn't done 
anything to her, after all--but she didn't like being reminded of Alec. 
She finally compromised by putting them in a vase in the ladie's room 
where she knew he wouldn't see them.