My new house pet

I picked her up at a shoot. Black hair, wide eyes. The kind of girl you think might break if you squeeze too hard. I brought her home anyway. No camera crew, no lights, just us. The first scream came when I locked the collar around her throat and told her what she’d be tonight. My pet. My plaything. My toy. She begged before she was even naked, thighs pressed together, trying to hide how wet the words made her. I stripped her slowly, piece by piece, watching her skin prickle under my hands. When I bent her over the back of the couch and spanked her open, she cried out like she’d been waiting weeks to be heard. I kept her like that for hours. Used every hole I wanted. Made her thank me every time she came. By morning the pretty little thing could barely speak. Just knelt on the rug, collar tight, cum dripping down her thigh, eyes glassy with that perfect, needy look. My house pet, already trained.