Summer held still as she felt the fine leather go about her throat. So still. She didn’t know yet what might please or displease the man claiming her. (claiming! finally! she’d been so afraid she would be free forever) Voice low, she ventured to ask, “How may I please you, Master?”
“Come with me to the bedroom so we can have some fun,” Skyy said to her new pet. She loved her red hair.
“Yes, Mistress,” Summer said obediently. She glanced up, shyly, and decided she was allowed to walk, and followed Skyy to the bedroom.