Kitty girl stripped part 2...not finished.

BDSM and pet play my passion and lust in life.

totally not done yet...

Afeni looked at her collar, aghast that her Master just did the unthinkable. She desperately tried to figure a way out of the situation but could only stare at him in silence. He reached down, picked up the leather collar and crossed to the dresser in the corner. He pulled open the drawer and placed it into the compartment, twisting the lock in the center.
Angelina looked confused, Afeni even more so. Greg looked like he was about to speak, so Afeni sat, leaning in. Desperate.

" You will earn this back. You're not even second girl. You're nothing, you've disappointed me." His voice biting and icy. His slender fingers opening another drawer, pulling out a slender black box. Angelina's eyes glued to the box, diamonds were suddenly visable, and a sharp inhale and screech were all that could be heard.

" Come here." His voice a lighter tone, but still serious. Angelina's slender toned legs carried her acrossed the small room, she found herself at the knees of her adonis Master. He ripped open her clothes and then pushed her head down and clasped the necklace collar tight.
Tears started to flow from Angelina's eyes.
" Thank you Master."

" YOU BITCH!" Afeni charged at her former Masters new property. She grabbed a chunk of velvet brown hair hair and tugged. " You stole MY Master!" She had down pinned Angelina down and was slapping her in the face with fercious strength.

" That's enough." Greg growled, grabbing Afeni Phantom by her skinny black neck and tossing her into the corner. Her body crumpling upon impact. He then proceeded to grab her wrists and ankles and shackle them to the floor.

Angelina lay on the floor mewling in pain, her perfect body writhing. Greg kneeled and took her head into his lap and petted her.
" Will you be my new kitty?" The words escaped his lips with a touch of venom. Greg knew that this punishment would make Afeni think twice. For now, Greg had other plans, he wanted to mold Angelina into pure gold. She had this power eminating from her aura, he needed to capture her submissiveness. It was a craft that she had already learned, but she wanted to explore it. This was Greg's opportunity.

The dungeon was dark. Paddles, leashes, nipple clamps, vibrators and dildos hidden in crevices. A leash was clipped to her D-ring, she crawled on all fours, smooth and cat like. She was a complete natural.

" Up." He said, patting the wooden horse. Master Greg's slim hands touched each implent tenderly, until he reached one of his favorites.
Angelina was naked, tan lines in the appropriate places, her skin unmarked, waiting to be used and tortured. He rubbed the thin wooded paddle on her ass and gave a sharp tap on her left butt cheek. Moans and shrieks eminated from her mouth, her pussy becoming soaked with juice. Eyes met for a split second, but the sound of wood against flesh resonated through the room.

" Eyes kittten."