Everything that happens, more specifically, happens to her, will be done foror to her. There is nothing expected of her except to endure whatever happ...ens.The air is cool, while not cold. She glances down and sees that the light pink nipples adorning her smallish breasts are fully erect, as though excited. She is not struggling, the time for that has passed. But with each movement her breasts sway a bit. The muscles in her upper legs ache, as they are severely stretched, yet still bear most of. She leaned forward in her chair and began to unbutton the red, long sleeve work shirt our company made supervisors wear. “I can turn up the air,” I offered, though the office felt plenty cool to me. I tried not to stare as the baggy red shirt opened. “That’s okay,” she said, slipping out of the shirt and twisting to hang it over her chair. My attempt to not stare failed as I saw what was underneath the red work shirt. She wore a white tank top that clung to her small, perky breasts. I sat and watched you pull your legs up onto the seat in the booth, hike your dress up. Pull them down over your feet and hand them to him. I sat and watched you give him a good long close up look at your pussy. After he took a good long smell of the crotch he stuffed them in his jacket pocket." I answered with the tempo and finality of a teacher instructing a small child. "I really seriously take exception to the things we've talked about up to that point but they pale in comparison to you. Now Wait there !”Master Bruce left the kennel and brought with him a large , iron collar, not a nice shiny fetish collar, it was rusted , it was heavy too. Attached to the collar was a heavy , long , metal chain , it must have been 30feet long.He placed the collar around my neck and then got a rivet gun and riveted the collar around my neck. “There is no way that can come off now , not without the right , heavy equipment.He took a ladder and went to the centre of the kennels. He climbed the.