woof woof
I met this guy at an audition I recently attended.
He bumped into me as I was leaving the studio, and says,
“Forgive me if this comes across as rude, but you’re one fine bitch,
and I’d love to make you mine.”
There was something about the look in his eye,
and his confidence that made me curious as to what he was all about.
We agreed to meet at a pub not far from the studio, and after a couple drinks,
he pulled out a black collar, and placed it on the table.
I took a look at the collar and then back to him… “put it on,” he said.
I took the collar and clasped it around my neck, and asked if I was all the bitch he imagined.
He walked around the table, smiling, and told me I had nooo idea what he was imagining,
then pulled a leash from his pocket, and fastened it to the ring on my collar.
He led me out into the city streets, and as we passed our parked cars, I asked where we were going.
He snapped my bottom with the leash and just told me to trust him, as he led me to his cornerstone.
Inside, he didn’t hesitate at all in removing my clothes, then pointed to a pillow on the floor and told me to make myself at home.
I obediently took the pillow and sat at his feet, still wondering exactly what he had in mind.
His strong hands stroked my hair, and he smiled upon me again saying…
“you’re one fine bitch…” over and over again.
My mind delights and my sweet cunt aches thinking about the puppy training that went on throughout the night. I’d love to share all the details, but it’s so much better when I’m on the phone!
Yes yes… I want to be one fine bitch indeed!