The click of the leather collar around Madison's neck felt final, a heavy weight that seemed to anchor her soul to the floor. She sat on her knees, her head bowed, her breath hitching in her throat as she waited for the next command.
She thought the humiliation peaked with the collar, but as Mike stood up and walked back toward the wardrobe, his movements were far too deliberate, far too prepared.
He didn't just reach for more clothes. He reached for a small, velvet-lined box he had hidden in the back of the shelf.
Madison watched, her eyes widening in growing horror, as he pulled out a pair of soft, black faux fur dog ears on a headband and a long, bushy tail attached to a thick, silicone plug. The sheer level of premeditation sent a wave of heat through her, a mixture of intense embarrassment and a terrifying, primal arousal.
He hadn't just thought of this on a whim; he had planned her total degradation.
