"Look honey, I brought a pet for you." Letting go of her leash, he removed her summer coat, so she stood in only her underwear and heels. She was slim, skinny even, her perky little tits presented in a quarter cup shelf bra, her pert arsecheeks hugging a g-string. He handed you the leash, placing your hand on her left breast.

Your fingers rooted into her bra, popping out her tit, squeezing her nipple between thumb and forefinger as it hardened. You stroked your fingers down her taut tummy, giggling with excitement.

"Smell your mistress", he instructed her, and she knelt down, nuzzling her face into your crotch, her big bright mascara-lined eyes looking up at yours. You felt your clit start to throb.

Pulling the leash tight, you yanked your knickers to one side, angling your hips forward, smearing your arousal over her face in an act of possession. You weren't naturally dominant, but you were resolved to absolutely ruin this little cutie.