21 yr old Carla was busy vacuuming the aliveness room when she saw the new neighbour pull their car into the driveway of the home.

"Honey ! The new neighbour are here !"she called to her 32 year old married man.

John emerged from his office where he had been putting a few more things to right hand, moving over to the window to see.

A tall blond strapping man with very muscular weapon dressed in a Andrew Dickson White polo shirt and khakis unfolded himself from the device driver's seat and went around to the other face of the car and opened the door.

He unbuckled the seat belt and helped the young blonde cleaning lady there to stand up. The young adult female wobbled in her high hound for a mo, clutching at her married man's weapons system for counterbalance, then straightened with a small difficulty.

She was positively flyspeck !

She rolled her shoulder and smiled up at her husband, who lovingly tucked her long blonde hair behind her ear.

Ah, untried love.

Carla knew what it felt like. She still felt the same way, utterly smitten by her loving husband and master, who protected, cherished, and dominated her completely.

"We should go introduce ourselves,"John said, looking over at Carla.

She nodded eagerly.

Their houses were the only two at the end of a lesser-used road just outside of the city. John liked his still and preferred to live in a place away from the hustle and hustle, even if it did think adding an hour to his daily commute. Next-door had been empty for two years, or just before Carla married John when she was 19. The couple who had been living there decided to move finisher to where their children had school, saying it would be better for the children to let supporter and socialize more.

The tranquility was dainty, but Carla was getting a little lonely.

"I'm going to broil them a cake,"Carla said decisively, turning to move to the kitchen. John gave her backside a mighty spank as she turned, making her yelp and her large chest bounce.

"You're so mean to me !"Carla whined.

whoremonger grabbed her by the shank and hooked a finger through one of her nipple rings, tugging lightly and making her moan.

"You don't like it ?"John teased. He kissed her gently on the mouth and slid his manus down to her clit.

Carla moaned into the candy kiss when her button ring was pulled and flicked. john loved to toy with her wedding clit ring. It signified his dominion over her and also gave him a way to torture her sexually. While Carla, like every little girlfriend, had dreamed of marrying a good man, she hadn't been very enthused about having her most sensitive area pierced. But as meter passed, her clit closed chain had become an intact part of a fulfilling sex liveliness, and helped her immensely in her office as a subservient slave-wife.

"I love it, superior,"Carla whispered when King John broke the buss.

Her cunt was dripping wet, as it always was when John started torturing her button. John slipped two fingers in there, scooping up her love juice, then feeding them back to her.

"I'm going to spoil you firmly tonight,"John promised.

Carla whimpered, her cunt growing hotter. Her husband loved rape fantasies and Carla loved playing the part of the unwilling woman, resisting but overpowered by a strong man, forced to orgasm over and over again on his large meaty cock.

"I look forward to it,"Carla said, breathlessly.

John gave her clitoris ring a net tug, then pushed her in the direction of the kitchen.

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19 year old Emma was very energise. It was a all right Saturday dawn and they were at the new house ! She had married 27 class old Scott Young immediately upon her graduation from Clarkson's finish honorary society for Lester Willis Young Women.

The journey here had been gratifying for her hubby Robert Scott, but quite tortuous for her because of the new customized car seats he installed in their car. The tumid dildos mounted to the cushion had impaled her completely and left her unable to move. What's more, Scott had fastened her clit tintinnabulation to a little hook in front of her so that she wouldn't be able to stand up and get away from the dildos ! The thrumming of the car caused both gat to ride her vernal holes. Every bump and saccade, fucked into her roughly, making her moan and squirm.

She was a trade good wife though, and didn't protest, just placed her hired man on her knees and suffered for the entire three minute drive.

Robert Scott was kind sufficiency to unfasten her and help her into the theatre. Her wench was completely drenched by then, and she would have to pick up the car tail end later, but she thanked her husband for the experience and wobbled up to their room.

The place was already furnished and modified to their liking. Winfield Scott wanted to have the place completely gear up for habitation and sexual meekness immediately after their nuptials so that they could savour married liveliness without interruptions. Immediately after Emma said yes to his proposal, he had bought this place and had it redone to his liking.

"It's beautiful !"Emma exclaimed, toeing off her dog and pulling off her blouse. Winfield Scott liked her naked all the time and who was she to object ? In fact, it was expected of a thoroughly submissive wife to always be bare and uncommitted for her hubby's sexual pleasure. She shimmied out of her bird and picked it up to put in the washables basket. Her muddle ached with pleasure still, and her cunt was oozing her love succus down her thighs. Scott came up behind her, putting his brake shoe away on the shoe wrack, and then slipped his finger into her still gaping arse

.

"Oh !"Emma gasped. Walter Scott fingered her lightly, teasing her rim, then tugged her along with his fingers still in her voider. She was so much shorter than him so she had to tiptoe while she was being anally guided !

"I had the bread and butter room prepared,"Scott whispered in her ear, pointing to the side of the couch.

At first-class honours degree coup d'oeil, the space was like any early space. However, upon near inspection, Emma saw that there was a turgid pen future to the lounge, with maulers in the rampart. She would be chained there when George C. Scott wanted her in pup style, she supposed. The thought made her cunt twitch in anticipation.

"And a few particular chairs for you,"Scott pulled her along to stand in presence of the stool.

It was a wooden stool with two dildos mounted to it, and a political machine under it that Emma immediately recognized as the HoleGaper3000. She shivered, remembering how she had social class on that thing back in Clarkson's Finishing Academy for Brigham Young Women. almost of the chairs in the academy were mounted with simple hump machines or dildos, designed to keep a little girl's creative thinker on her holes while she was learning about other things. However, the move on climax ascendency classes all had HoleGaper3000s. These were designed to know orgasm after orgasm after orgasm out of a yap. girl were only allowed to graduate if they could hold out two hours on these machines at full-of-the-moon fastness without cumming at all. Emma had managed, but only barely.

No incertitude, Scott had bought several of those. It was a far-famed manikin and one beloved by dominant husband everywhere.

George C. Scott anally led Emma to the dining room.

There were two dog dishful close to the stair, one labelled"food for thought"and the former labelled"CUM ”. Beside the dishes was a drinking bottle for human being positron emission tomography attached to the wall. Unlike the usual brand ball nozzle, there was a physique coloured phallus nozzle. If Emma was in puppy mode, she would give birth to kneel and lactate at the member in order to drink the pee. But to be fair, she had a feeling that she would be drinking from it whether she was in pup modality or not.

All these were placed in a way that made them visible to anyone who just came in the front door. It was designed in a way to announce that Emma wasn't just a slave-wife, but also a minuscule puppy bitch. She felt her snatch start to drip again. Sir Walter Scott said that he sometimes had his associates over. Perhaps if he invited his friends, she would receive to suckle water from that obscene cock like a good cunt. Everyone would have a go at it ! She couldn't help but moan at the thought.

"Your preparation elbow room is through this door,"Dred Scott said with a huge smile. He pushed a third finger into Emma's hungry ass and then anally guided her to the next room.

Emma gasped.

There were wheel of dildos and toys, all mounted at puppy height along one of the rampart. Each of the toys were labelled properly on the shelf so that there would be no mixups. One of the new Analhilator's stood proudly in the meat of the room. There were meat hooks and a crown of thorns screwed into the wall so that Emma could be restrained easily, a fuck workbench, and a large bow-wow bed in a corner. Collars hung on the back of the room access, alongside several leashes.

The thing that drew Emma's center the most was the collection of jewellery and nipple chains in a chicken feed case.

"Are these for me ?"she asked, eyes all-encompassing as she looked up at her husband in awe.

Scott smiled down at her indulgently, pulling her over to stand in nominal head of the case. He pulled his fingers from Emma's slutty asshole and proceeded to unclip her tit support strap from her nipple piercings. Emma sighed as her nipple were finally allowed to rest.

While most men didn't explicitly forbid their married woman from wearing bras, the more common option nowadays were tit living shoulder strap which went around the back of the neck opening and were attached to a girl's mammilla rings. One could make their breasts perk up more by simply shortening the shoulder strap and pulling up the nipples. This was often used in conjugation with a cleavage strap between the nipple rings to pull them together. It took some getting used to and Emma's mammilla were often sore at the end of the day.

Scott took out a gorgeous silver teat chain and fastened it to Emma's anchor ring. It hung prettily between her large titmouse. He couldn't resist giving it a tug and making Emma gasp. Then, he nudged Emma's legs apart and attached the rival teardrop crystal to her clitoris ring.

Emma whimpered as the weight of the chandelier tugged at her tender bud. The piercing was still quite saucy, even with today's healing applied science, it would be a picayune attendant for another calendar week or so. That didn't stay Scott from teasing it at all. He was even talking about getting her some labial piercings so that he could observe her pussy spread all the metre. The cerebration of having her pussy always unfastened, always available and on video display, it made her incredibly wet.

"You're beautiful like this,"Scott told her, drinking in the heap of her ringed mammilla and clit. The teardrop crystal shone and sparkled in the brightness. If he brought her out with it bare-bottomed, there was no doubt that it would catch the eye of every passer. Everyone would know that he married owned this gorgeous girl.

"C'mon, there one new thing I added,"Scott told her.

He slipped his fingers back into her whoreson and then guided her to the small door on the other position of the room.

It opened up into a bantam trash room. Emma looked at her husband, puzzled. There was a fuck-stool, interface, and attachments to picture Emma immobile. Why would there be a need for a furcate rumpus room ?

"This is made out of one-way glass. Anyone qualifying by outside will be able to see what you're doing inside here."

Emma's kitty gushed immediately.

She wouldn't be able to see outside, but everyone outside would be able to see inside. Meaning that as long as a person walked to the side or the spine of the house, they would be able to see everything Emma did in this room.

If Robert Falcon Scott ordered her to come in here and fuck herself, toy with herself, she would be putting on a show for the altogether humankind to see. And she wouldn't even know who was watching !

"You like that, don't you ?"Winfield Scott asked, giving her bed an affectionate spank.

Emma bit her lip.

"I dooo,"she admitted.

Emma used to be very shy about her desire to be a submissive sexual slave married woman even though it was the sociable norm. voice of her attributed it to the fact that she came from a small town where the submissiveness wasn't so public. Her mother wore her engagement teat tintinnabulation and her wedding clit ring all the time, but she was a hard-working woman at the bakeshop and had no time to spend fucking herself onto miniature for random footer. And her Father of the Church certainly didn't have the money to expend on frivolous affair like button leashes or fuck machines ! Not to mention, as middle-class doer, they were always on the move from job to chore, and had no prison term for public exhibit of sex.

"What a man does with his wife is no one's business organisation,"Mother had scolded Emma when she caught Emma staring at the couple fucking at the bus stop. The female child's wench was hiked up and her older husband was slamming his thick black cock into her pinkish dickhead repeatedly as she clung to the signpost. She was moaning around the ballyhoo in her mouthpiece, pussy cream drenching her pastel sensationalistic socks as her husband pounded her ass roughly. He came just as the bus rolled up, took the plug from her back talk, and then unceremoniously shoved it into her gaping defecator. The girl smoothed out her skirt, and then followed her married man onto the bus without another word. There had been no climax for the daughter, but instead of looking distressed, the girl had a pocket-size smile on her nerve, as if she was proud of with herself, pleased with how she had been fucked roughly in the shitter in populace for everyone to see !

Emma felt like that miss now.

"Please, Scott, fuck me now !"Emma panted.

Her cakehole were sore from the car ride but she couldn't maintenance less.

Scott grinned down at her. He removed his fingers from her eager hole and then pulled the fuckbench over into the glass room.

He didn't bother undressing, just unzipped the fly of his pants and whipped out his massive meat rod and sat down. Emma wasted no metre in sinking her sore asshole down his cock, moaning as she was filled to the lip. being so petite had its benefit. Her husband was able-bodied to manhandle her easily, and his cock felt unbelievable in her hollow.

Scott grabbed her behind her knees and lifted her legs up, impaling her completely on his cock with a hard thrust. Emma squealed, her inner rectal walls stretching to their demarcation line to accommodate her love hubby. He always made for certain to use dildos and attachment that were modest than he was so that when he took her, she would still feel the extra stretch and sunburn.

No matter how many cocks she took, how many dildos were shoved into her ass, she loved Robert Falcon Scott's heavily rod the most. Her tumid soft boob bounced as George C. Scott slammed her onto his rock heavily cock.

"Who's my slutty wife !"he demanded

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"I'm your slutty wife !"Emma panted"I'm your slutty painal loving bitch wife who likes to be watched !"

The tear chandelier on her clitoris swung to-and-fro wildly, yanking on her clit with every punishing push of Scott's large terminal into Emma's shithole. She clenched her rectal muscles hard, hoping to give Sir Walter Scott the milking he so loved. The rubbing of his immense stopcock pounding into her tight ass was excruciating ! She moaned in anal retentive suffering, savouring the tactile sensation of being manhandled and used without a care in the cosmos. The soreness of her asshole was proof of her submission, evidence that she loved her husband so much that she found use in his pleasure when he abused her anus !

"I love your whoreson Emma, Clarkson's academy really did a effective job, training such a slavish loose woman married woman !"Sir Walter Scott praised.

He reached around and yanked on her mammilla chain.

"Cum, Emma, show me how very much you love getting your asshole wrecked !"

Emma responded as she had been taught at the academy. clip spent there had taught that her climax were in the men of men, that she was only allowed sexual pleasure if a man permitted her to have got it. She arched her back, pushing out her jiggling titmouse, crying out. Her asshole and clit exploded in both painfulness and joy, throbbing as she convulsed on George C. Scott's punishing cock. She heard him groan, and felt his stopcock pulse inside her sore shitter as he continued to fuck into her taut cakehole.

Emma shook all over as her painalgasm raced through her trunk. Her toes curled and her eye rolled up into her head. sexual climax always felt three times better when it was Robert Scott pounding her asshole, and he always made it feel as if she was about to Negroid out !

Scott spanked her clit hard, tugging on the chandelier and making Emma squeal. Her asshole tightened further, an involuntary reaction from the sudden pain. Scott gasped and did it again. Emma clenched harder still, hoping that Scott would savor the compactness !

"You're such a painal slut, Emma,"Scott panted as he came down from his sexual climax. He held her like that, leg still spread in a wide-Vee in the air, flicking her clitoris from prison term to time to go along her on edge. She was terribly medium, jerking each time he did so.

He lowered her legs so that they rested on top of his thighs, keeping them spread subject.

"I love this sign,"Emma murmured to Sir Walter Scott, looking up at him over her shoulder joint. Robert Scott bent his head down to osculate her on the forehead.

"I love you, Emma."he smiled.

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Carla baked a simple hot chocolate patty with ganache on top. It was a belittled matter, but neatly done.

"The cake's done !"Carla called. Saint John the Apostle had been watching their old sex TV in the living room with the audio on low. Now, he wandered into the kitchen, wearing jeans and a unsubdivided black shirt, with Carla's clit leash in one deal.

"I'm make to go, are you ?"he asked.

Carla nodded, tilting her head up for a candy kiss. John gave it to her sweetly.

"Should I get dressed ?"she asked.

lavatory gave her the once over, admitting her perky tits, supported by her strap, and then pursed his sassing.

"Maybe just a blouse. We have to have some decency at least,"he joked. Carla went to get one of the many blouses from her cupboard. Semi-translucent button up blouses and knee length skirts were the basic of a subservient wife's closet. They were long enough to keep the wearer warm and protect them from the elements, but could also be easily removed to access code the wearer's body.

Going defenseless wasn't a question of obscenity or decency, but whether the husband was properly looking after his wife's health. After all, it wouldn't do if a daughter fell sick due to being defenseless outside.

The conditions wasn't exactly cold today, but there might be a breeze and bathroom didn't want Carla catching a frigidity.

She returned shortly with a pinko long sleeved shirt with a matching pinko collar. The outline of her tit support strap could be seen clearly through the textile, making it absolutely clear that she was not wearing a bra, and had her troth ring in her nipples. The shirt was long enough to extend to her thighs, but still made it discernible that she wore no underclothing.

"Perfect !"bathroom murmured, pulling her last for another kiss. His wife was incredibly hot and submissive. Saint John clipped the terzetto onto her marriage ceremony clit ring and held it loosely in his helping hand. The weight of the leather shoulder strap tugged on her pierced glans, making her gasp. No matter how many times they went out like this, she always reacted as if it was the first. The special ointment that was supposed to keep her genitals sensitive worked perfectly.

Anyone who looked would immediately notice that the leash in John's hired man was connected to Carla between her legs, and would instantly know that she was being led by the clit. Combine that with the tag on the doggie dog collar that said"Carla"in all detonator, it was a enceinte blaring sign that Carla was a puppy wife.

lavatory swung the leash a slight, enjoying the way Carla closed her eyes and whimpered. She trusted him completely with her clit, the most sensitive section of her body. It was a idea that filled him with intense joy and pride, that such a hot and gorgeous offspring adult female would choose to commit her sexual pleasance and torture into his care.

Her juices were flowing again, making the inside of her thigh glisten.

"Come along,"John said with a smile, tugging lightly on the leash.

Carla stole another candy kiss from him, then picked up the cake.

She slipped on her open-toed sandals at the doorway and then followed him closely down the driveway. There was a breeze and Carla was glad for her shirt. The breaking wind tossed her articulatio humeri duration lightlessness fuzz around as they walked.

Saint John the Apostle paused in front of their neighbor's door to help her rearrange her hairsbreadth, then rung the doorbell.

There was a stifle"Oh my !"from inside the house, the scrape of furniture, and then the door opened.

Standing there was the very flyspeck blond girl that Carla and John saw earlier. She was wearing a silver tit range of mountains on her engagement nipple pack, and a pretty teardrop pendant on her clit ring. Carla felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that the girl was also wearing a collar that read"EMMA ”. Could it be ? She was so prosperous to have met a neighbour that also happened to be a pup wife ?

"Oh hello ! I'm Emma !"the blonde girl exclaimed. She turned a little, large boob jiggling as she did so.

"lamb, the neighbours are here !"

The marvelous man from earliest poked his caput out of the kitchen, and then came out to meet them, setting down a screwdriver as he did so.

"hello ! I'm trick, this is Carla,"John introduced himself and his married woman, holding out his hired man.

"Scott and Emma, pleased to meet you !"The early man said, wiping his handwriting on his damp trousers and sticking it out.

John shook his hired hand and then stood aside, pulling lightly on Carla's button leash. Carla bit her lip, holding back a pant, and then stepped forward. Both Emma and Robert Scott were looking at the troika and where it was connected to her under her shirt. can lifted the tercet a little, and it hiked up Carla's shirt, showing off her Pt clit ring.

"I'd say welcome to the neck of the woods, but it's not much of one,"Carla joked, handing Emma the patty platter. Emma pressed her hand to her nipple in surprisal, but then took the patty anyway.

"Oh my good Carla, you shouldn't have ! Oh my goodness ! I'm going to go put this on the parry !"She said, moving out of the doorway.

On the paries in plain view, was a water station with a cock nozzle fond regard. Carla made a sound of interest.

"Where are my manners, oh do derive in !"Robert Scott said, stepping aside.

"What a lovely lieu !"lavatory commented"It's so gracious to finally meet you ! We were so rum to see who would impress in, after seeing so very much work being done on this place."



Scott laughed, holding the door open. John walked in, Carla trotting behind him.

"Please please, do take a seat !"Scott gestured to the living room. He gave Carla a diminished knowing grin"Or a barker cushion, if you like."

Carla had long since gotten used to the abasement and joy of being a puppy bitch wife in public. She blushed and looked to privy for guidance. He nodded to her, unclipped her troika, and hung it up on the lure in the doorway. Carla slowly walked over to the living way area. There were a few shock on the floor, in the soma of paw photographic print, or pearl. There was a soft blue one that had Emma's name embroidered on it. It stood out from the rest because there were two dildos rising from the meat of it.

Carla felt arousal curl in her cunt again. She had one almost exactly like it at home. Evidently, their new neighbour were into a lot of the same things. How fortunate ! It would get been difficult if Emma and Scott were bourgeois prude who thought sexual submission should only be kept to the bedroom and that no former kinks were allowed.

"What model is this ?"trick asked, wandering over to the water station. He squatted to take a in effect look at it just as Emma came out of the kitchen.

"That's the FluidDispenserPrime. Those are moderately new on the securities industry,"Emma said"There's one at Clarkson's but then Scott surprised me with it here. It looks a lot like the other urine stations for pup, but it has got sensors in the nozzle that only dispenses when oral is performed on it."

John threw Carla a heat expression and she knew immediately that he wanted to see her use one. Right now, she drank normally, out of a roll, and this would only abase her encourage, enforcing her persona as a gripe wife, a pup slut.

"You can try it out, if you want ?"Emma offered generously.

Carla swallowed punishing. She looked at Gospel According to John, who nodded once.

"Go ahead,"his voice was roughly with rousing already"If the other pup is willing to parcel, when why not ?"

Carla dropped to her genu and crawled over to the post. The penis fond regard was large, but nada Carla wasn't used to blowing.

She knelt there and placed her hands on either side of the station, then opened her backtalk.

The cock affixation felt like a real prick on her tongue. Carla could sense john's heart on her as she gently sucked the tip. She was blowing a fake shaft in front of her husband and her new neighbour. No, not just that, she was blowing the fraud pecker that her new neighbour would be blowing regularly, right in figurehead of her husband and her new neighbours. blond young Emma would kneel like Carla was kneeling, and suck this exact same cock.

Carla sunk deeper onto the cock, swirling the natural language around the head, opening her throat to take on it all the way to the base.

She heard a storm pant from Emma and a moan from both men. The machine hummed and then water filled Carla's mouth. It tasted faintly of silicone polymer and plastic, but that was to be expected from a brand new machine. Water came out in jet. Every time Carla deepthroated it, it would mete out more water. It was definitely a good choice for training a wife to deepthroat and give oral.

She drank a trivial bit more, then pulled off with a pop, feeling a little light-headed from the charge of foreplay in her cunt.

She would definitely sleep with to induce this in their house.

"I'd love one,"John said behind her, his voice hoarse.

Carla turned to look at him. The look in his eye let her sleep together that she would be taken intemperately and fast tonight.

"I'll give you the website,"Robert Scott promised, taking out his phone.

Carla looked at Emma, who was flushed pink and dripping wet.

"You're really good at deepthroating,"Emma said, fiddling her fingers.

"It takes practice, that's all,"Carla replied, getting to her feet. She was taller than Emma, who was so diminutive that the mere cerebration of seeing Scott manhandle her sent a bolt of lust to Carla's nether region.

"I'm so glad to meet another puppy wife,"Emma said with easement, she took Carla by the hired man and led her to the livelihood room.

Emma didn't go to her dildo shock. Instead, she tugged Carla over to the sofa and put down a towel so that they could sit comfortably.

"Are there not a lot of whelp where you're from ?"Carla asked.

"In my hometown ? No. I've only seen other pup in grooming at the Academy. Or in the city when I went with my mother."Emma said, pulling her retentive hair's-breadth into a ponytail.

"You'll be glad to know there's a pup park in the city, and a few play middle too."Carla clasped Emma's hand in hers"Or we can stay fresh each former fellowship !"she said excitedly.



Emma gave Carla a shy smile and nodded.

"Look at our niggling bitches, they're ally already !"John said, sounding amused. Carla turned around, embarrassed by how eager she was to make friends.

"stop consonant it, whoremonger, you know I get lonely at place,"she pouted. John grinned at her, coming over to kiss her forehead.

"well, Scott said that they didn't feel up to cooking tonight, so I was thinking, maybe we can land them to The Daschund tonight."

Carla hesitated. Going to The Daschund always meant that her trap ended up sore and aching for a whole calendar week, combined with the fact that John was probably going to eff her extra raw tonight, she was going to be limping for a calendar month !

Her juice started to drop from her kitty-cat immediately. Her asshole was going to get a drilling and she was looking forward to it !

"What's The Daschund."Dred Scott asked, a curious look on his face.

"It's a display restaurant."

Scott perked up immediately.

"I didn't know there was one so close by !"

public showing of entry were acceptable about of the time, but not in diner or eating place. Women sucking their men off under the table, groaning, moaning, the scent of sex, it was distracting. exhibit eatery however, were intended to expose the twirl and submission of the wife who went there. Judging from Emma's face, she had never been to one, or perhaps she didn't even know what it was.

"I'll make the qualification, Let's say 6 pm ?"

"Sure !"I'm looking forward to it !"Dred Scott said, looking excited.

"Alright then, we better get back, let you settle in properly,"John said, clapping Winfield Scott on the back again. They shared a commiserating look, then John walked over to the door. Carla got up immediately and went over to him, allowing him to cut short the leash back onto her clit ring.

She gave Emma a happy waving as her husband led her out of the house and back to their own home .