Finally, there was the plaintive cry again. “I really have to pee, please.” She threw the whole of her delightful body into the plea, her chest heaving, her ass grinding uncomfortably into the bed.
“Sure,” I eagerly answered, laying the book down on the table. I fished through my bag for the necessary items to grant her request. She stared me down rather nastily as I put the collar around her neck, but she didn’t shake me off. The leash clicked into place, and I held her head close, while undoing the bonds at her hands. Reluctantly, she took to the floor and crawled as I ordered her, into the bathroom.
“Do you have to be here?” she asked, as she reached the toilet and sat back on her ankles.
“Sure do,” I replied with a resigned grin. “Count yourself lucky you’re getting to use the toi
