Master's Slut II

“No,” he commanded, his voice a low growl. A fistful of my hair was suddenly in his grasp, pulling, pushing me back down to the floor. I landed hard on my knees. He yanked the leash again, and I had no choice but to scurry after him on all fours, a desperate, scrambling crawl, clinging to the last shreds of my pride. The carpet felt rough against my palms and my knees. When we reached the bedroom, he gave another sharp jerk, and I went sprawling forward, barreling onto the ...