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t it felt good to best her regardless. There were many words that described me -- beautiful, arrogant, and annihilating -- but humble w

r wait until the end of the auction. After a few moments, I decided

s an expensive gift for one of my friends as many purchases had before. It wasn't even the girl

lave was sold, I headed behind

o will this one be going to?"

one's m

y handed me a key. "Well, I assure it'll be up

it until they got home to try out their purchase. It was totally silent for a few moments as I waited for her to stop holding her breath, her tail wrapped tight against her scantily clad body and her ears flat against her head, almost hidden in her wavy hair. She start

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t, but she remained where she was. I growled, "Or would you rath

ply whi

just barely left the cage, hunching over on her knees a

, your life will be miserable. Come here." I snapped my

istance and returned to

nd put your hands

een my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. Her already erratic br

ing to beha

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verbally, and address me only

so I tapped his ch

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l before I could grab her. "Please, no! Please, Mommy, I'll be good!" Te

cage, sobbing and trying to hold the

cage door and pulled her ou

se and grabbed her arm, yanking her back. I pushed her towards the cage, feeling my

I stalked up to the counter where Jack was filling out paperwork, growling, "I want h

ve me the cage, yet his job was ensuring customers returned --

the burly slave trainers

carrying the cage and my terrified, sobbing slave.

we can do for you, Miss J

ked I had the key, and closed the trunk. "Thank yo

to bother - consider it yours, Miss Jung. Pleas

or a few minutes and tried to calm myself - the last thing I needed was a bout of road rage.

rted the car. "And try to stop crying

BDSM relationship. Please do not use this as a