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Well that hadn't been the answer he was hoping for. And they both knew it from the slight coloring in his face. It was obvious he was also unused to being talked to that way.

"Yeah, well fuck you. And fuck you too, you fuckin whore. Stay with your limp dicked loser "master" then. Won't ever know what you're missing out on."

Grant cocked an eye at that, snickering softly. That of course, only served to anger the little punk further. Yet there was nothing he could do about it, and certainly not in such a public place. Mirshann looked less than amused as well.

"Forget him. Tight as you are, fucking him would still be like throwing a hotdog down a hallway."

"Hey FUCK YOU, MAN."

Grant grinned, "No thanks, wouldn't want you to fall in love."

The youth's mouth finally slammed shut as he took her hand and walked off.

"Special place in hell, huh? That was an interesting way to put it."

They had a few hours to kill yet before meeting Stan. And as much as it pained him to admit.....the growling of his stomach not only reminded him that he needed to eat, but also painfully reminded him that he'd not fed her a single thing since taking her in either.

"Want to go to a restaurant? You've got to be hungry. Let's get something to eat, I'm starving."
 
"Special place in hell, huh? That was an interesting way to put it."

The angel could only grin, altho it was a sad smile. More than likely, this was her own special place in hell. With her all consuming need, her desperate want, her savage hunger, and her desolate thirst, driving her to corrupt this kid, driving her to seek the satisfaction of pleasure, even when it really did not satisfy. Oh there were most certainly special places in hell... for some...

"Want to go to a restaurant? You've got to be hungry. Let's get something to eat, I'm starving."

Again, the angel did not need food to survive, but she did need it to keep her energy level going, to keep her alert, and well, she was among the mortals now, eating was required.

She liked it when he spoke to her almost as an equal, as he did now. Her curse was again satiated for the moment, and she manged to keep it back in the recesses of her soul. She looked sooo much better in that dress than the trenchcoat she had walked in wearing. Adorning her feet were a pair of heels, in black, that matched all the newly acquired outfit. The heels hiked her up a bit taller, almost to eye level with Grant, instead of more chin level...

She shook out her hair, letting her slender fingers glide thru the ebony mane, her dark eyes focusing to the bright sunlit Vegas afternoon. "Can we walk, Master?" she wanted to get an even closer look at the people, the places. To her, it was utterly fascinating, and took her mind off the curse and why she was now down walking among them.

Some angels do walk among the mortals. Those are Guardian angels, sent to keep people safe. But in general, those are the only ones. Mirshann was not a guardian angel. This was her first time face to face with the... humans.

Her movements, as she walked down the sidewalk, sensual, lithe, supple, like a dancer gliding along the dancefloor. Her motions, steps, so smooth, the side to side sway of her hips, accented by the white of the dress, screamed sexy, her exquisite form outlined with the tightness of the dress, breasts lightly bouncing with each step, the dress seeming to cling even tighter.

She looked about as she walked, seeing the people, the places. She was almost oblivious to the fact that others were staring at her as well. She was quite the beauty, and she was so lost in the excitement of all going on around her, she had stepped away from him, instead of clinging to him.

They came to a small cafe, with seating on the inside and outside. Mirshann's lips curled into a smile, she could watch even more from here, while they ate.

"Is here ok?" He was fine with it and they found a table in the shade. The waitress seated them across from each other of course, but Mirshann's hunger awoke and snarled within her. She quickly moved to sit right next to him, the chairs pushed tightly together.

The waitress took their drink order and disappeared for a few minutes.

The angel leaned closer to him, purring as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck. It took only a moment before she had abandoned her chair and was sitting across his lap, once more nuzzling playfully into his neck, her warm, feminine form leaning into him, the tickling vibrations of her breath playing along the tender skin. Her actions did attract a bit of attention of the several couples sitting outside as well, never mind the people passing by.

"Do you desire to eat... more of me... Master" she moaned low in his hear, just as the waitress approached with the drinks.

"awww, you must be honeymooning" she commented "or are you here to get married?"
 
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She had selected what appeared to be a small family restaurant with huge bay windows and a quiet patio for outside diners to enjoy as well. For the looks of the place, they could use the business.....so Grant just nodded as he heard her request.

Minutes later, and they were seated across from each other, though he suspected that wouldn't last long, not after their little tryst in Zappo's.

Sure enough, she abandoned her chair, and moved around the quaint little table to sit on his lap....fairly purring as she molded herself and her smoldering heat against him once more. He could feel her tracing her fingers along his hip and thigh as her lips gently brushed against his neck, drawing murmurs from more than one couple around them. Had introducing her to public teasing been a good idea? Yet Grant couldn't help but feel a strong sense of pride. Some of the older couples were muttering of course for them to get a room, while others were looking on with ill concealed jealousy or even admiration at how bold she was being with her feelings for him. Still....it wouldn't do well for her to get him all worked up again so soon....he wouldn't have anything left by tonight.

It was time his pet learned to behave a little better. As she nuzzled and kissed, he reached for the table for his glass of ice water......thin fingers dipping inside the cool liquid, fishing for solidity.

It looked to all but the closest few that he was returning her caress....., was leaning forward to return her feverish kisses. The act was a smokescreen, disguising his true intent as he slipped a slippery wet blob of ice down the front of her blouse, between her sexy cleavage.

"Cool off, pet. We've a lot of day ahead of us yet."

He watched her squirm, as the chill ice met with places untouched by the cold in a very long time, if ever. And yet if she had intentions of fishing it out, he simply smirked at her as the waitress came by again to take their order, a smile from ear to ear.

"Awww, you must be honeymooning" she commented "or are you here to get married?"

Grant smiled congenially, "Neither actually, we're here to explore a....deepening.....of our relationship. If that makes sense."
 
"Cool off, pet. We've a lot of day ahead of us yet."

She let out a little yelp of surprise, as the cold ice assaulted her very heated skin. She shivered, some at the ice, of course, but also at his words. He was not angry, she heard none of that in his voice. But a deep, uncomfortable sensation, almost pain, curled in her belly. Cooling off, was not an easy thing for one cursed as she was. She was driven to please him, to touch him, to taste him, to beg him, to plead him, to do anything he desired, even if she detested it to her very core, the curse would almost force her to do what he wanted.

She would do as he wished, and try to "cool off" even if it wasn't all that easy.

Her light, slender form squirmed on his lap as the ice trailed along her skin, sending chills thru to every nerve ending.

"yes... Master" she answered him, almost a bit of a snap to her voice. The approaching waitress heard the little exchange, but chose to ignore it.

"Awww, you must be honeymooning" she commented "or are you here to get married?"
Grant smiled congenially, "Neither actually, we're here to explore a....deepening.....of our relationship. If that makes sense."

Mirshann pushed herself off of his lap, her fingers digging for a minute into his thighs as she did so. The pain was churning in her belly, and she fought to gain control of it. He was not rejecting her. That was not what was happening. "There are certain ways to behave in public" her inner voice scolded as she sat down in the chair, reaching for her iced tea. "Who Cares!!!" roared that damned curse "I am fertile, I am ready, I need his staff, his length, his cock to fill me.. I need to feel PLEASURE AGAIN, not this PAIN" Mirshann shook her head, breath catching, "Soon enough" she promised. "Soon enough"

The lunch was pretty uneventful, to some degree. Mirshann found great pleasure in the ice cream that she was allowed for desert. The whipped cream that decorated the top, sweet, fluffy, was her favorite. As she sat there, she dipped a slender forefinger into the airy cream, bringing that long length to her lips, pushing it within, to taste and suckle the sugered sweetness off. "Mmmmmm" it was so delicious.

"you are being watched" the voice in her head snickered, the heat inside her beginning to swirl. Mirshann's gaze found a young man, pretty nerdy, from what she could see, glasses, button down shirt, perhaps a bit older than Grant, staring at her from a couple of tables over. Again, her finger dipped into the cream, this time, she slowly, languidly, licking it from her skin with curling strokes of her very delicate, very pink.. tongue.
 
"Yes... Master."

Had that been a little nastiness he had heard in her voice just now? Definitely. A rebellion that only grew as she dug her nails into him getting off his lap and back to her side of the table. Already, he could feel the eyes of the room moving elsewhere, no doubt assuming that their waitress had sternly reprimanded them both for their behavior. Did she even have the right to do that? I mean, he just dropped a small fortune on clothing for her, most of which was still piled up next to the table seeing as she had insisted they walk here.

Apparently his use was coming to an end. Grant's frown deepened further as he watched her toy with a blushing little nerd on the other end of the room who had obviously not been played with by a woman who looked as good as Mirshann did in his entire life.

Had he been suckered after all? It was hard to think through the cold, dead feeling in his chest, her actions speaking much louder than her words had that morning when she had insisted he was her master and that she existed to pleasure him. Apparently, any poor sucker would do.

Grant continued to brood in silence and watch as their food arrived minutes later. He made no move to stop her, even pretended not to notice as she practically gave a blowjob to her finger in an attempt to excite the poor bastard. Yet if any there thought he was going to be cuckolded by her......

They still had the strip club tonight. And turnabout was fair play.

He dug into his speghetti voraciously, pleased to find that the noodles were just right rather than mass produced, overcooked slop. And the sauce was far more than what one could find out of a can. Turned out that he'd gotten at least a little lucky when she had suggested this place. Too bad the food was all that was right about the atmosphere here.

He ate in silence as well, his mind already churning out ways he could get even with her. He could leave her at the strip bar after all, just slip out the back door and be gone before she knew what was going on. Had half a mind to do it too, if the picture of her hanging off of Stan didn't drift into his mind, causing a sharp enough pain in his chest that he choked just a little before swallowing, thumping his chest and forcing himself to breathe and pay attention again.

Beyond that was simple speculation. IF he was being used this whole time, it wasn't like she'd care if he got a lapdance from another girl. Though it didn't hurt to find out what would happen, sure get a lot of questions answered. And besides.....with the full frontal nature of the place it just might be fun if he could find a good enough looking one.

And that was the least of the things he could do. How much she'd care, he had no idea.....but one thing was for certain.

Her straying would not go unanswered.
 
Mirshann was having fun toying with the nerd across the way from her, but it did not take her long to realize, she was getting no real... satisfaction from it. Oh it was funny, the look on his face, the sweat forming on his brow. But funny and pleasurable were 2 different things. The nerd was reacting just as any normal red blooded male would, just as Grant probably would had she been teasing him.

It was her that was not reacting properly. The curse inside her screaming that nothing was happening, the ball of pain at the core of her belly, intensifying. "crawl to him, beg at his feet for his touch" the words hammered at her. Him, meaning Grant. NO, no, he wanted restraint, she had to obey his words. Restaint. Crawl... Restraint... CRAWL.... BEG... BEG HIM

The battle waging inside her was ready to tear her apart. Yet she stayed silent, licking the last of the whipped cream from her finger.

She found herself shaking, almost violently, the pain ripping her insides almost unbearable. And when her attention focused back to Grant, she saw the frown that creased his lips. A sharp stab of desolation, of loneliness, suddenly bit into her. She felt cold, so cold. It wasn't that she loved Grant and had hurt him by looking at another, it wasn't that she felt guilty, what she felt was an emptyness so foresaken, so forlorn, so bleak, that it tore into her soul, raking it's claws into and thru it.

Without thinking, she was on her knees at his side, head to his thigh. She said nothing, words would not form, could not. Her mind was reeling at what was churning inside her. His order of restraint forgotten in her despondance. Her shaking of her entire body could be seen by everyone who was seeing what was happening. Had the young couple had a fight? Were they playing a game?

For Mirshann, it was his touch that she so desperately craved, hungered for, that she would beg and plead for no matter who watched, his touch, God she needed it, she felt the sweat forming on her own brow.. his touch.. to calm, to ease, the agonizing pain that gripped her.
 
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Had she sensed his displeasure? His jealousy? Or perhaps she had sensed the impending wrath he was contemplating. Either way, he had not been happy with her.

Dinner had finally ended. He had no need for dessert, especially after witnessing her show with what he had given her. Grant had simply asked for the check to be brought to the table, even as his pet cooed and continued to tease the dorky looking kid across the room. Even from here, Grant could see the youth's tent in his pants. He wouldn't be forgetting his trip to this diner anytime soon.

But it looked like Mirshann wasn't done showing off yet. He had been so intent on the returning waitress that he didn't even notice her until he felt a soft brushing of his thigh, and even then as he glanced down, he had prepared a scathing retort just for her and her misbehavior. He knew something was wrong when the waitress just stopped and stared along with about half the room....

She was shaking.....shivering.....Mirshann's perfect black hair pressed gently against his thigh in total and complete submission. If there were any thoughts of this being an act, of her trying to get out of being punished, he noted the soft glimmer of moisture on the floor........proof of tears shed.......

"What's all this about then?"

He spoke to Mirshann, even though he raised a hand to beckon the hesitant waitress forward. He really cared little if the girl heard what his pet had to say for herself.

His other hand reached for her, down low to cup her chin and make her raise her eyes to his own. He would have an explanation. In all his years, he'd never seen anything like this outside of the kinkiest of porn movies. And living by Las Vegas......he'd seen a lot of pornography, even bantered about the idea of acting in some, though he could never stoop that low for money.

"Have you been a good pet?"

He waited to hear what she had to say for herself, her own assessment, as he quietly handed the waitress his check card with a soft smile of....explanation?

"As I said.....a deepening of our relationship. Understand now?"
 
"What's all this about then?"

Mirshann did not lift her head, she was shaking too much, the quivering of her body against him increasing as she wraps her arms about his lower leg, pressing tighter to him. She had not even realized that tears were flowing, she not feeling the wetness gliding down her cheeks until he reached down, hand cradling her chin, lifting her head, forcing her eyes to his.

"Have you been a good pet?"

She no longer saw the waitress, no longer heard any of the other patrons, and the geeky guy across the way, who was still watching with wide eyes, was all but forgotten to Mirshann. All she could see, feel, hear, was him, and the growing agony inside her.

"no... Master" she answered, blinking up at him "your pet has not been good" She was not even sure where the words were coming from. How had she not been good? Because she was teasing someone else? But she had teased the girl in the store, she had even teased the jock and the others while modeling. There was no pain then, there was no overwhelming sense of desolation, there was only pleasure... Pleasure, because he had.. allowed it...

Was that it???

Her confused mind was reeling, unable to grasp what seemed to be floating right in front of her.

"I.... I... teased another. I sought.... gratification... attention... from another. I..." she wanted to pull her gaze from his, look down and away in shame, but he would not let her.

The Waitress on the other hand, could not look away. She was completely engrossed on what was happening right in front of her. She herself dabbled a bit in the Dom/sub world of sexual play. Nervously, she raked her fingers thru her short blonde hair... her green eyes wide, moving from the girl to the.. boy? Man? Master? and back again.

When he offered his bank card, she quickly took it..

"As I said.....a deepening of our relationship. Understand now?"

"yes... sir, I do" she said with a slight bow to her head, before turning to hurry away to settle the bill.

"I'm sorry... Master" the angel begged, her whole mid section felt as if it were on fire. A touch, a stroking of fingers, she prayed he would do something, anything, to ease her agony... "please" her voice was on the verge of breaking. She still did not quite understand what was happening to her or what the curse really entailed, but she was learning.
 
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"I.... I... teased another. I sought.... gratification... attention... from another. I...."

"You are mine."

Grant didn't miss how the waitress stiffened slightly at his words as she departed for the register, nor how she demurely accepted his offered bank card. He wouldn't be terribly surprised if this display was turning her on somewhat, just as it no doubt had an effect on Angie the clerk back at Zappo's. It was amazing how many women wanted to find a dominant male for their own lives.....

"Do you think you should be punished for forgetting that?"

His words were harsh, but he finally released his grip on her chin....delighting in how her face buried almost instantly against his leg the second he let her go. He reached down and ruffled her dark hair affectionately, this certainly was a turn of events. His ill humor was nearly gone thanks to this display of unbelievable submission.

"I can't believe you're doing this, Mirshann......it all seems so.....surreal."

For the first time, his true thoughts trickled out. Just a day and a half ago, he'd been alone, and had been completely fine with that. Then he had found her.....and she had effectively turned his whole world upside down. One second he had been incensed with her, and now this......an open public apology he'd never dreamed he'd see out of a woman before.....much less one that looked this fucking good. Grant could feel the eyes boring in on them both and disregarded them, the silence hovering over the cafe deafening.....the waitress wasn't the only one who had been educated on their relationship.

For long moments, he let his hand rest in her hair. He hadn't paid for all those dresses, this dinner, to cast her aside now. And the devil himself would surely take him if he walked away from a sultry woman like this who had the stones to prostrate herself before him and ask for forgiveness.

"Get back in your seat. We'll discuss your punishment later. For now, know I'm no longer angry with you."

Perfect timing. The waitress was returning with his card, though no doubt hesitantly, her eyes taking in that his pet had returned to her seat and noticing the look on her face.

"Here you go."

"Are you jealous?"

That got a reaction, and a small smile from him.

"You were blushing earlier. You liked what you saw, didn't you?"
 
"You are mine."

It was almost... palatable, the reaction those 3 words had on the angel kneeling at his feet. Her shuddering instantly ceased, and a chill rolled over her, she feeling the sensation slithering thru her body, into her bones, and then radiating out over every nerve ending. What that chill did was douse, calm, quench, the fire that was searing in her belly. Not the fire of desire, but that horrible, dead, emptyness that burned in there just a moment before.

"Do you think you should be punished for forgetting that?"

When his hand released her chin, Mirshann immediately buried her face to his thigh. Her body quivered again, as if she were sobbing. Perhaps she was, just for the fact that the torment that had been ripping her apart inside, was slowly being sated, being beaten back.

"yes... Master" she answered his question, she not lifting her head from his thigh. She had made a grievous mistake, of course she deserved to be punished. What she did not know quite yet was, even if he was inflicting pain upon her, punishing her, it was attention... it was.. stimulation.. from HIM...

His fingers stroked into her dark hair, resting there gently...

"I can't believe you're doing this, Mirshann......it all seems so.....surreal."

She lifted her head at those words, not daring to look up, but weighing his remark. He didn't understand. Would he ever? At this point, even she did not understand the entire scope of the curse that Suziel had placed on her. If she had known... if the angel had ever had an inkling of what hell she was going to have to live for the rest of existence, just because she had allowed a demon into her life, because she sought pleasure from a another of the fallen, she never, ever would have gone down that road.

"I will do anything... for you" she answered... her eyes closing. His touch was so warm, it finally engulfing the chill that had thankfully dulled the pain, the misery she had been feeling.

"Get back in your seat. We'll discuss your punishment later. For now, know I'm no longer angry with you."

With a slight nod, she lifted to her feet and moved to her seat. She did not lift her eyes to meet ANY of the stares that greeted her. She saw only him.

Mirshann did hear the waitress returning, and did take a quick look to her. She was cute, with short blonde hair and a petite little frame. The waitress stared for a minute at the dark haired girl that now sat back in her seat. Then turned her attention to Grant...

"Here you go." She almost said Sir again, but stopped herself...

"Are you jealous?"

The waitress sputtered, taking a step back, her cheeks blushing a deeper red.. than before.

"no... I.... jealous? no.. why would.... " it was clear she was completely taken off guard, she actually looking down herself suddenly.

"You were blushing earlier. You liked what you saw, didn't you?"

Mirshann could not help but notice the reaction of the girl. It was quite charming actually. She wanted to reach out and comfort the suddenly very nervous girl, but she dared not move, and instead just watched. The other thing clear to her was that this kind of reaction from a female was NOT normal for Grant at all... It was the corruption... deepening slowly.

"Saw? Well... Sir..." the girl looked at Mirshann, then back to Grant... "It was...was... so... intimate, so intense... so..... submissive " she swallowed...."I wish my boyfriend were like you" she finally admitted, nervously touching the buttons on her uniform.
 
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"Saw? Well... Sir..."

Grant smiled thoughtfully, for some reason, he didn't think the title of Sir in this case had anything to do with the fact that he was a customer. Perhaps it was his imagination, perhaps he was getting too carried away with this whole dominant thing. Either way, he said nothing as he continued to listen.

"It was...was... so... intimate, so intense... so..... submissive " she swallowed....I wish my boyfriend were like you."

That made him laugh. A soft chuckle that only seemed to deepen the blush on her cute cheeks. She had to be embarrassed, having been given the spotlight in front of so many patrons after Mirshann's little show. He couldn't blame her for being a bit on edge.

"Your boyfriend. Sounds like you blame him for your lack of spice in your relationship. Perhaps you should look at yourself instead. Ask yourself, could you have done what Mirshann just did.....in public.....with all these eyes upon you? For no better reason than you angered your...boyfriend?"

He'd wanted to say Master, but it was clear that this girl did not have the relationship he did with his pet. It was just as clear that while she was afraid, she yearned for just such a lifestyle......

"Rid yourself of your fear, and you will be able to submit. Submit to his judgement, to his protective nature, and you'll have the relationship you seek. Be careful though.....too many submissive girls are drawn into abuse from bad masters who don't know love or even dignity, only the drunken high they get from degrading someone beneath them. Unless that is what you want, you must be careful in choosing a Master."

Grant smiled as he accepted his card along with the receipt she offered him, taking a long sip of the Dr. Pepper that had come with his meal as he regarded her closely.....brazenly taking in her youthful charms.

"When do you get off work today?"

He held her gaze for a moment. It was clearly a question she'd been dreading.....or was it hoping for?

"Mirshann and I are due at the Kitten Ranch at 8 pm to meet a close friend of mine. Should make for a good time. You're welcome to swing by if it interests you."

Another long pull, and there was nothing but ice left, a soft slurping sound coming from the bottom of his glass. Slowly he rose, slipping his card gingerly back into his wallet.

"Come Mirshann, I didn't forbid you to speak. Is there anything you'd like to say to our charming waitress before we leave?"

The author reached out and placed a ten dollar bill on the table. The service might not have been great......but it had been entertaining.
 
The waitress, Caitlin, the name emblazoned across her nametag, blushed demurely, the pink rising in her cheeks.

"Sir... " she again smiled, "I am off at 6 tonight" Normally she didn't tell customers what time she got off work. That was none of their business, but him, she wanted, for some reason, to tell him. She glanced at the dark haired girl he was with. It was obvious she was listening, but not commenting at all. Cat, that was her nickname, thought it a bit strange that the girl would not look anywhere else but at him.


"Mirshann and I are due at the Kitten Ranch at 8 pm to meet a close friend of mine. Should make for a good time. You're welcome to swing by if it interests you."

The girl's green eyes lit up at that. Her boyfriend was going out poker playing with the guys, he would never know.

"I would like that......" she paused, before remembering his name from his bank card... "Grant"... extending her hand to shake his. "My name is Caitlin, but everyone calls me Cat".

The girl smiled wide at Grant's grin. God, he was cute when he smiled, she thought to herself. Again she hazards a glance at the dark haired girl, she assuming she was his girlfriend, or... something...

"Come Mirshann, I didn't forbid you to speak. Is there anything you'd like to say to our charming waitress before we leave?"

Mirshann was on her feet, standing just behind Grant. She had stayed silent, listening to the little interplay between the waitress and him. She saw the looks the girl had given Grant, saw the smile, the slight toss of her head to him. She felt the deepest churning inside her, the beast of a curse, trying to rip into her again. Why? Was this girl a threat? Mirshann was not sure how to feel about that... it was not a feeling she... liked...

Her mind swirled with just what to say. Grant had not realized that he had given her free reign to say anything to the girl.. But Mirshann knew, she had already upset him once and the excruciating pain she felt, she did NOT want to feel that again.

The angel bowed her head to the girl, soft tendrils of black falling before her eyes.

"Join us Cat" she nearly purred "Master's pet guarantees, you will have fun"

The pink tip of her tongue darts out to glide over parted lips, she lowering her gaze as the words faded.

Cat blushed yet again.. she had never seen anyone behave the way this girl did, and it both excited her and embarrassed her.

"I will meet you there" Cat agree'd.
 
As the two of them left the little cafe, he had mixed feelings about their encounter there. It may have shown in his silence as they picked their way through the pedestrian traffic back towards his jeep. Lunch was one thing, but he would rather they didn't walk clear out of town to one of the city's "ranches" to attend their strip club rendezvous.

"And how about you? Are you jealous, Mirshann? You behaved very well back there, but I can't help feeling it might have been for my benefit."

He was putting her on the same spot he'd put Caitlin, but he didn't intend to keep her there nearly as long, just long enough to get an answer out of her. He was far too pleased by the attention the two of them were getting, her for just being who and what she was, and him for being the one whose arm she clung to as the strolled back the way they came.

"That dress really does look good on you. Right down to the lack of underwear."

He lifted a hand to her then....a fingertip gently tracing the protrusion of a nipple as it forced an outline into the snow white fabric. He paused just a little in his slow gait as a thought occurred to him. He stooped slowly, running his hand along her thighs down to her knees......not necessarily in a sexual caress, but one he delighted in anyway as he strove to knock the dust she'd accumulated from the cafe's floor of her otherwise stunning dress.

"Ahhh...there we go. Nothing too serious. Stan won't even notice, you're more than presentable again."

And then they were back at the vehicle. The young author even went through the motions of opening the door for her this time, and watching her slide her lithe form back inside as it closed behind her.

"Well...now that we've made quite an evening out of this, let's find someplace else to occupy our time. We've got three hours to kill yet before we're due to meet Stan. I think I have just the place, Mirshann."

Now was the time to take her to the boutique, now that she was no longer naked and in danger of setting off every single patron there. Not that he could guarantee a smoldering hot subbie girl like her wouldn't do just that anyway.

Tires spun, and she was lost in the view again, her seeming innocence and naivety on full display once more. It was......refreshing. For at least as long as it was going to last......

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The parking lot was almost empty when they pulled in, save for two or three other cars. He could feel her eyes upon him, her touch, as he chuckled softly.

"That figures. Most people probably come here at night. Less risk of actually being seen. Is it bad that I'm not ashamed to be seen going into a place like this with you, Mirshann?"

It would have looked like any other non-descript shop if it weren't for the lacy teddy in the window, a black babydoll on a mannequin next to it.

RISQUE in big neon letters.

"Well now," Grant threw the jeep into park, "Let's go have a look, shall we?"

He waited for her to get out of the vehicle, paused until she was close once more....then smiled, noting the look on her face.

"I didn't need that jock's opinion anyway. I know exactly where I can find a collar for my sexy little pet. C'mon.....you're going to do a different kind of modeling for me."
 
"And how about you? Are you jealous, Mirshann? You behaved very well back there, but I can't help feeling it might have been for my benefit."

Mirshann stopped when the question came out. Was she jealous? What was jealous? Where she came from, all were loved, cherished, equally. Did she feel threatened? Again, Mirshann was not in love with Grant. She barely knew him. Love was not what she felt, not yet at least. She felt a need for him, a hunger for him, a want for him, she felt empty, desolate, scared, lonely, agony, worthless, when she was away from him, when he turned his attentions elsewhere. So isn't that what she would feel if he turned his attentions to Caitlin, the pretty little waitress???

Pressing her body into his, lips finding, and lightly playing with his earlobe... "Master, I... your pet... am here for only your benefit. I'm... sorry for what I did" Just the thought made her insides begin to ache again. She was gripping him tightly as they made their way across the parking lot,the Jeep at the opposite end.

"That dress really does look good on you. Right down to the lack of underwear."

Mirshann blushed at his compliment, her cheeks coloring to a pretty red hue. Her eyes were captured, locked in his when she felt that gentle, almost tentative touch of his fingertip to her nipple, it responding immediately, warming, darkening, almost dark enough to be seen thru the white material of the dress. When he stopped, she did as well, watching as his hands glide possessively along her curves, down to her thighs, to brush any dust, dirt, from her dress. Just this touch like that warmed her to her very core and she let out a low, wanton moan. She felt the droplets forming, clinging to the tender skin of her pussy lips.

"Thank You Master" her smile was genuine. They once again simply looked like nothing more than a happy couple.

"Ahhh...there we go. Nothing too serious. Stan won't even notice, you're more than presentable again."

"Well...now that we've made quite an evening out of this, let's find someplace else to occupy our time. We've got three hours to kill yet before we're due to meet Stan. I think I have just the place, Mirshann."

The Jeep roared back to life and they were off. Mirshann once more enthralled with the sites and sounds of Vegas, whizzing on by.

When he pulled into the next parking lot, there were surprisingly few cars.

"That figures. Most people probably come here at night. Less risk of actually being seen. Is it bad that I'm not ashamed to be seen going into a place like this with you, Mirshann?"

It would have looked like any other non-descript shop if it weren't for the lacy teddy in the window, a black babydoll on a mannequin next to it.
RISQUE in big neon letters.

"Well now," Grant threw the jeep into park, "Let's go have a look, shall we?"

Mirshann followed him in.

The place was fairly dark, but not in the seedy way that some of these places can be when in the back corners of the big city. It had it's darker corners and it's brightly lit ones. The kid, and it really was a kid, all of 19 more than likely, glancing up, then back down to his magazine, only to snap his head back to to gawk, open mouthed, at Mirshann. He blinked a couple of times, thinking he was seeing things. Women that beautiful never came in there..

He watched, mouth agape, as the some dorky guy, lead this stunning woman, to the back wall, where the various collars were hanging.

Collars??? Surely this girl would not be wearing a ... collar??????

Wait... maybe it was for him?? The kid could see this beauty leading that dorky guy around, yeah, that had to be it.

He slipped off his stool, around the counter and approached the 2 of them. His eyes nearly molesting the woman, one would have thought his tongue would have lolled out like that old cartoon wolf, he moving close to her.

"Can I help you find anything?" He was directing all his attention to Mirshann. She was unsure quite why this kid was practically humping her leg like a horny dog.

What was really funny was a second later, with just a pointing to the ground from Grant, Mirshann, a whispred "yes Master" lowered to her knees at his feet, head down, eyes lowered, she not moving. Her body close enough to lean into his legs for comfort.

The kid was again gawking, jaw hitting the floor, his unbelieving stare moving from one to the other until he looked at Grant.

"How did you......??????"
 
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"Can I help you find anything?"

Yet another unbeliever. This never ceased to amuse him. The punk behind the counter had enough metal in his face to set off airport detectors a hundred foot away. Better than that, was that he was addressing Mirshann and not him.

Grant didn't have the man's attention yet, but he knew he would momentarily as he crooked a finger in plain view and pointed to the ground.

"Yes, Master."

Perhaps fresh from his scolding at the diner, she never balked at his silent command. Instead, as he gazed down at her, she adopted much the same position she had earlier, minus the awful shaking and trembling. Mirshann seemed much calmer now.....and a part of him at least felt thankful for that.

"How did you......??????"

Amusing indeed. He might never get tired of this. And as the punk's eyes moved back and forth between the two of them, Grant just smiled knowingly.

"Oh wow......look at that......"

They weren't the only ones in here, though the place was certainly near dead at this time. A pair of gothic looking women, both looking like they were barely into their college years......let go of the hold they had on each other's hands as each reacted differently. Grant ignored them both for now. They were unimportant. What mattered was this shopkeeper.....

"Mirshann humbly begs to try your finest collars, shopkeep. It has come to her attention that the finest collars in Las Vegas might be found right here in this store. Is that so?"

The man's jaw still looked wobbly, "Shop...shopkeep? Huh? What the hell? Who the hell are you guys? Yeah we got collars.....they're right over there. Feel free to try them on if you'd like. Damn.....you two are freakier than most of the fucks we get in here. Hot bitch though......damn......"

Grant's grin widened at the sound of feminine giggling, and the sudden blushing of the punk's face as he finally realized they had company.

"Men are such pigs. Why don't you come to our house tonight, stud? We'll show you who the "bitch" is. Make you cry like one too."

The shopkeep was caught between a rock and a hard place, between the grinning young man who'd originally caught his attention, the still silent sub girl who'd REALLY been the one who had grab him off his chair, and apparently a pair of lesbians who didn't appreciate his overly generous sexualizations.

"Ladies.....ladies......no offense meant, honest?"

The second one shot him down as quickly as he tried to set up a defense.

"Oh just shut up. Listen....."

The smaller of the two, barely clearing five foot, strode past the now sweating shopkeep......ignoring him completely in favor of trying to have a little fun at the expense of the other man in the room.

"This one. If you're going for a goth, submissive look, I'd go for this one. I wanted it, but Marina wouldn't buy it for me. Said it was too expensive."

The girl brought down a thin black leather collar from where it hung off of a display hook. Simple black leather, it hardly looked like anything that might command a hefty price despite its rather ornate clasp.....a two inch lozenge of inlaid mother-of-pearl set in silver......the shimmering surface flawless save for where the word "PET" had been painstakingly acid etched, then embossed with similar silver.

"But honey, he's not worth it. He doesn't value you like we can."

Both Marina and the mystery girl shot him dirty looks when Grant's snort threatened to turn into open laughter.

"I think they like you, Mirshann. But at least this one has good taste in collars. What do you think?"

He wasn't in the mood for an angry retort from more people who had never met him, yet judged based on their jealousy of a relationship he had only begun to explore.

"I have an idea, Mirshann. I think we'll be getting you that collar today."

The look on the woman's face was priceless, made more so as she took in just how serious the blonde kid in front of her really seemed to be, his hand extending ever so slightly for the simple piece.

"Yeah, like you can afford it. Even if you could, a simpleton like you wouldn't even know how to use it."

A soft smirk.....

"You're referring to how the inlay pops out revealing a small combination lock that only a pet's master knows the combination to?"

That earned him a glare.

"There's this thing.....called internet. The men that crawl out of their neandrathal caves sometimes learn how to use it. And while you've managed to select the second most expensive collar in the store, you've also stumbled upon the reason why we came to this dump."

His voice dripped sarcasm, and it was becoming obvious that the three of them were not going to get along. Certainly not when he wasn't about to be the willing butt of all their jokes just for the hope of seeing some illicit sapphic action. Not that he would have minded....they were both attractive in their own ways......but the attitude just grated on him.

"Mirshann. It seems to me these two have an interest in you, as well perhaps as the store clerk."

He felt her respond as his hand settled lightly, approvingly, amidst the raven strands of her hair once more. Perhaps it was time to see just how sorry she was for the earlier diner fiasco.

"I want you to go to the jeep.....get that black outfit I bought for you. Yeah....the one with the mesh? Bring it back here.....and I want you to dress yourself in it."

That earned them both some raised eyebrows and astonished looks.

"Wait....yo, man.....she ain't gonna do that? You just told her to......there she goes......what the fuck?"

Marina spoke up, giving Grant a quizzical look, glancing back just in time to see the fallen exit the store.

"You realize you just told her to get naked.....right here. Even if she does it she's going to be pissed at you when the two of you get home. I know I would be. Not that I'd ever stoop so low as to serve you."

Grant nodded, not offended.

"Of course you wouldn't. You're obviously the dom in the relationship if you bought a collar for your partner."

The door opened again, and as one, they watched in silence as the sultry, obedient pet returned.......

"You don't have to do this. He's a pig. He's taking advantage of you. C'mon cutie.....just take my hand, and we'll get you out of here....."

It was the unnamed of the two who spoke.....one hand still clutching the collar she had drawn their attention to.....the other extended peacefully, sympathetically towards Mirshann.....
 
To be honest, the interplay between Grant, the kid from the front, and now these 2 girls, was fascinating to the Fallen Angel. Did she look up? No, she did not dare, staying against his legs submissiely, but listen she did, intently, to the exchange between the One she was bound to, and the others.

"But honey, he's not worth it. He doesn't value you like we can."

That, was quite obviously directed to her, even tho she had said nothing thruout the conversation, she had stayed quiet, leaning into Grant's legs, having wrapped her arms about one just to get closer to him. When the girl commented, to her, Mirshann's head did come up, a sideways glance given. She was already learning, realizing, and remembering the curse that Suziel had doomed her with...

The next man you lay eyes on......you will feel my curse.....you will feel my enmity as your body heats like nothing you've ever seen. Fight it Mirshann....fight it and lose.....for the next man you enjoy.....will ensnare your soul in servitude for all eternity.....for your own sinful flesh will demand its surrender.

That man had been Grant, and only Grant. Away from him, she would rip herself apart in her frenzy, her need, to get back to him. And Mirshann knew, pleasure would only be the most agonizing pain, unless given by him, or, allowed from another, by him. Mirshann remembered the light kiss to the boutique girl. He had commanded that she show her thanks, and those words, that command, allowed Mirshann to feel the warmth of delight, of contentment when she kissed the girl. The nerdy guy at the cafe, was a whole other issue. Mirshann was understanding even more just what this curse entailed. Suziel was more evil than even the Demon that had started this whole thing with his temptation of the angel.

Both girls shot him dirty looks when Grant's snort threatened to turn into open laughter.

"I think they like you, Mirshann. But at least this one has good taste in collars. What do you think?"

She turned her heated gaze from the girl with the snide mouth, to the leather collar that Grant was holding. For a moment, her angelic heart sank. The corruption that her curse was causing was deepening in this kid, and the angel had to wonder if he had ever thought of collaring another living being before?

She felt the heat of desire starting to fire up once more, an image suddenly invading her mind..... a very dark image...

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Naked, head down, taking deep gasping breaths, her body glistening with a moist sheen of heat. Arms stretched over her head, chains claiming the wrists, leading to the hook that held her there, her feet barely touching the ground, tip toes. Her dark hair was dripping slightly from her exertions, silken tendrils tightly framing her face as she lifted her head to his voice.

The room was dimmed, the little light available not allowing the eyes to fully focus. He steps into view, grinning, his own eyes wide, almost staring, perhaps unseeing what was happening, except what his own corrupted mind wanted him to see.. in one hand, a coiled bull whip, the ending tendril of leather snaking along the floor. It was already clear it had been used, the leather moist from striking damp skin. Mirshann's body baring those marks, along her back, the curve of her ass, her shimmering thighs.

"please... please Master" she was begging, her voice quivering, breathing fast, heart thundering. She was begging, to be used, for his touch, for him. Inside her the beast was raging, being denied the sensual pleasure, the orgasmic climax that it fed on. The Fallen one threw her head back and screamed out, so great was her need for him, she shuddered with the pain that raced thru her. When the whip sang out, tasting her flesh again, her keening cry echoed, her body writhing in the chains, wanting more, so much more....

Around her throat, as she let her head fall back once more, the slender, sleek, leather collar, simple black leather, with an ornate clasp, a two inch lozenge of inlaid mother-of-pearl set in silver......the shimmering surface flawless save for where the word "PET" had been painstakingly acid etched, then embossed with similar silver.


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"If it pleases you Master" was her answer. If it pleased him, than he would be happy with her, happy with her meant... pleasure. The fallen one rocked against him then, wantonly, needingly, the vision still hot in her mind..

"I have an idea, Mirshann. I think we'll be getting you that collar today."

She wondered if eventually, this kid was going to end up being her Demon, all over again, only worse. She was forever bound to his soul. And she knew her little vision she had just seen, was perhaps an inkling of the darker turn he would take the more the curse ate away at him, let alone her. Had Suziel even thought of that??

"Mirshann. It seems to me these two have an interest in you, as well perhaps as the store clerk."

His fingers curled into and thru her ebon mane, and she leaned into the touch, feeling warm slithering tendrils of heat, desire, lust, radiating out thru her entire body, ending at each nerve, every pore, a low lascivious moan easily heard by all around.

"I want you to go to the jeep.....get that black outfit I bought for you. Yeah....the one with the mesh? Bring it back here.....and I want you to dress yourself in it."

"As you wish... Master"

She did not hesitate, lifting to her feet, not looking at, or acknowledging the others, passing them and heading to the door. Outside in the harsh daylight, she paused, trying to let her eyes adjust. For a moment, just a moment, she wanted to run. Run far away from this place, from that kid. But another vision came crashing into her head....

The dressing room at the boutique, only a few hours ago, his tongue buried deep inside the warmth of her pussy, lapping at her, laving her with long, languid strokes, kissing, licking, devouring her as she cried out for more, the sensations overpowering her, the climax roaring thru her.

Just that quick vision almost made her orgasm right there in the parking lot. She needed him, hungered for him, lived for him, and the all consuming
pleasure that only HE could give her. She would do ANYTHING he wished, as long as it pleased him, and he, in turn sought pleasure from her.

Dress in hand, the fallen angel heads back into the store, disappearing into the cool shadows once more.

As she came into view of the others, Mirshann's eyes sought his, and only his. As she passed the 2 girls, one spoke, extending a hand to the fallen angel.

"You don't have to do this. He's a pig. He's taking advantage of you. C'mon cutie.....just take my hand, and we'll get you out of here....."

Her dark eyes, almost haunted, if one looked deep enough, one may say they were empty, turned to the girl, then back to Grant.

"no" was her simple answer.

Mirshann stopped before Grant, setting the black mesh dress on one of the shelves, she reaches back and unzips the back of the white dress she was currently wearing. Of course she had no underwear on to speak of, so as she undulated gently, the dress slowly slips free of it's claim on her curves, sliding seductively down, seeming to kiss her very skin as it does so. She took no notice of the 3 sets of eyes staring at her completely naked body. The only gaze that colored her cheeks was Grant's and it was for him that she paused, turned, and displayed herself fully, naked, for his approval. Her small, pert breasts swayed slightly as she moved, the dark nipples erect, and if had deigned to touch them, he would find them warm against is fingers. Her sex was glistening with droplets of her own arousal at being near him, the wetness clinging to the soft, pinkened skin of her pussy lips. The kid from up front was staring, open mouthed, eyes wide as saucers at her sex, as if he had never seen a live, working, pussy before. Licking his lips, the smacking sound almost loud in the silence that hung there at
that moment.

The slightest affirmative nod of his head, and Mirshann reached for the black mesh dress, letting this one slip over her head, no zipper required. It settling on her form like a sensual, delicate, second skin, conforming to her breasts, the mesh gliding onto her torso, the skin shimmering beneath, her hips bathed in the soft dark silken material.

A turning of her body, modeling it for him, and only him.. feeling his eyes drinking her in, roaming over every inch of her, Mirshann felt her very soul tremble. She then, once more, descended to her knees at his feet, only this time, instead of leaning into him, or lower her head, she canted her head back, baring her throat, offering the naked vulnerable column of her neck to him... her voice was wavering just a little in her need "please Master"... her eyes going to the collar, a slow swallow... "please"....

The 3 onlookers could only stare...
 
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If the look on the gothic lesbian's face when Mirshann calmly shot her down was memorable......the look she gave when it became apparent she was actually going to do it, actually going to change her clothes right there in the store......was priceless.

Nobody could turn away, even him, as his pet shimmied her way out of the slinky white dress and finally stood bare before them. If she had taken a step further back, Grant was pretty sure she would have been in danger of slipping in the store clerk's puddle of drool. Meanwhile, the two girls seemed to smolder in between open faced desire and distasteful horror that someone like her would submit so completely to someone like him.

He let her hang there.....not for their benefit, but for his.....letting her know that he was drinking her in with his gaze once more. Even now, he was imagining what she'd look like with the new collar about her perfect throat. He could care less what the others thought of her, though the thought of the inadvertent teasing she was doing touched a sardonic nerve and pleased him greatly.

He nodded slightly, giving her the cue she was waiting for......and slowly, for his pleasure, for his attention....Mirshann began to dress again. It was like time had restarted again for the poor clerk who had not been able to do much but gawk and drool. Probably a good thing.....Grant would have hated to break the man's fingers for trying to touch. Strangely enough, Marina and her girlfriend had remained quiet and still through it all as well. He might have permitted them a small feeling of his pet.....maybe.

The black ensemble fit her like a glove.....and she was as striking as she was when Mirshann had modeled it earlier. Even Marina took a step back and whistled appreciatively at the slinky black outfit and how it drew attention to her nearly bare midriff and womanly curves.

"If he ever treats you bad, hun......"

"Please Master"...

Grant's eyes darted back to her own. He'd allowed himself to be distracted by the dominant woman as she tried one last ditch effort to garner at least a little of his pet's favor. It was sad really.....Grant almost felt sorry for the poor woman being completely shot down. It was as if Mirshann didn't even acknowledge her existence at all.

He had to look down of course. She was kneeling at his feet again. And seeing her there made his chest swell with more than a little pride, as well as a whole lot of pleasure. To think that someone like him could stumble upon something as completely unrealistic as this......

"please"...

She was fixated on the collar he held in his hand.....her tiny throat trembling as he watched her swallow hard.

"Are you upset with me, Mirshann? Because I flaunted you in front of other people?"

He was genuinely curious. And he anticipated her answer....giving her a soft smile as he listened.

"If you know your place is at my feet, I think it best to have you wear a darker dress. Submission suits you, pet....dirt does not. There isn't a thing about you that's dirty except perhaps your mind......and that's forgivable."

His smile widened as he too knelt before her.....watching as she instantly lowered her eyes and chuckling softly as a result.

"Look at me."

Her instant obedience brought her head back up, and with it.....the baring of her throat to him.

"Do you want my collar, Mirshann?"

"Dude....you gotta pay for that, yo."

Grant gave the man with all the piercings an annoyed glance, snorting derisively.

"I've already stated my intent to buy. Is it your store's policy to not allow a customer to wear the goods out of the store?"

"Whoa man....I was just sayin...."

"Shut up, Sean.....you're interrupting."

At Marina's rebuke, the man fell into an awkward silence.

"Look around you, Mirshann. These people want you. They'll take you if you let them."

The air electrified.....none of the other three particularly expecting attention to be drawn to them. It was a silence that hung heavy in the air as he reached out.....and handed the striking brunette the same collar she had implored him for.

"Who do you wish to belong to? Who is your Master?"

Grant stepped back as she grasped the sturdy leather piece.....allowed to touch its surface and the delicate inlay lock system.

"Make your choice."
 
"Are you upset with me, Mirshann? Because I flaunted you in front of other people?"

She was genuinely surprised by that question. She certainly had not been expecting it, and, it showed that there was still that nice, naive, nerdy, kid, well, he was not a kid, but guy, still buried in there. That made the angel smile, a very sweet, very real, very heavenly smile.

"No Master, your pet could never be upset with what you decide to do with her. As long as I am with you, kneeling before you, serving only you, I am... complete... Master"

"If you know your place is at my feet, I think it best to have you wear a darker dress. Submission suits you, pet....dirt does not. There isn't a thing about you that's dirty except perhaps your mind......and that's forgivable."

His words stung, to a degree, because that "dirty" was the curse, altho he had no idea.

Mirshann lowered her eyes when he knelt before her, she unsure quite what he was doing. He was a curious one, this Grant Levinson. She was sure the curse that dirtied her, that festered inside her soul, was preying on him as well, and then he does something like this, sweet, almost innocent.

"Look at me."

Her gaze immediately lifted, her midnight black eyes meeting his sparkling stare. There was so much life in his eyes, and she was suddenly afraid she would extinguish that life ... because of what she was...

"Do you want my collar, Mirshann?"

She heard nothing, absolutely nothing, of the exchange going on around her. She only heard those 5 words.. Do you want my collar.

Do you want my collar

Do you want my collar

"Look around you, Mirshann. These people want you. They'll take you if you let them."

She did not need to look, she knew, could feel, the glare of all 3 pairs of eyes. The strongest was certainly coming from the dominant girl, who was practically licking her lips, whispering "don't take it, come with us sweetheart, we will take such good care of you" ... at this point she was drooling more than the idiot shop kid was.

Mirshann took the leather collar the he had handed her, watching for a moment as he got to his feet and stepped back.

"Who do you wish to belong to? Who is your Master?"

"Make your choice."

Silence, complete silence, it seemed that everyone was holding their breaths. Except Mirshann... She never even looked at the other 3, her attention, her gaze never wavered from him, even as he stepped back from her. The fallen one shifted forward, to all fours, lifting her hips, the short, tight black skirt slipping upwards, baring the smooth, succulent curve of her ass, the pink, warm, wetness of her slit. The leather collar was taken in her teeth, gently, before she slinked forward, every lithe motion smooth, feline, submissive, as she crawled to Grant's feet, laying the collar just before, she then brushes her parted, moistened lips to each in a humble, docile, acquiescent kiss. "I.... submit..... to ... you... and only you..... Master" the words rolled from her lips, but it was more than clear they came from the very depths of her soul. She was trembling just slightly, suddenly afraid he would abandon her, which was something she could not bear. "Only you.... Master" her voice quivering with her begging.. "please" .....
 
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"Don't take it, come with us sweetheart, we will take such good care of you."

He was impassive, though a part of him was very tense, Grant refused to let it show on his face. The lesbians were attractive, the shop keeper was....well....rugged looking in a punk sort of way, and looked like he'd not waste a chance to get dirty with her if given the chance. And above it all, she was being tempted. Though the chance was small that she would stray, it was not an impossibility.

Still.....he had not been prepared at all for her to lower herself back to all fours. From the soft feminine gasps, the young author could pretty much guess that Mirshann was inadvertently putting on a show of a different kind for Marina and her lover. That skirt was just short enough....and of course his pet had been forbidden undergarments for now. A soft frown turned into a scowl....not at Mirshan.....but at the shop clerk who had actually reached for the button of his ragged and torn jeans. Grant really hoped he wouldn't have to beat the man senseless.

"You take that thing out, and Larissa's going to cut it off, Sean. Don't be such a fucking pig."

That did the trick. Both girls seemed more than just a little annoyed at the distraction but it got the message across.....especially when the submissive "Larissa" produced a slender little butterfly knife, twirling it around and gazing at the suddenly completely uninterested shopkeep before making do its vanishing act once more.

Grant barely noticed. She had grasped the collar with her TEETH. And the sexy little minx was slowly crawling towards him, her hips swaying seductively with each slow movement. Not once did she care about the eyes upon her.....not even when the soft chime of someone else entering the store threatened to break the moment.

She had eyes only for him. Silently, she dipped low and laid the collar at his feet.

"I.... submit..... to ... you... and only you..... Master."

Grant knelt again.....softly cupping a warm cheek as he leaned forward and kissed her. What started as soft, gentle, a mere brushing of lips....swiftly turned fierce and possessive, especially as he found her reception warm and willing as always. Blindly, he felt for the collar even as his tongue danced and parried with her own.....

When he pulled away finally, he could feel her breath on his face as he turned the collar towards him, gently popping out the inlay. The thing remained in place by strong magnets hidden at its secret base, yet Grant found the tiny mechanism that forced it outward, revealing the lock.....

A soft click, and it was open......the blonde master already trying to commit the numbers to memory.

"Why try?," he muttered to himself as he reached for her.....noting....and loving, how her chin tilted upward to give him all the access he needed.

"Its not like I'm ever going to let you take it off. Knowing the combination isn't necessary."

The girls groused at that, Marina stomping the heel of a knee length black boot into the shop's floor.

"That's not fair to her. What if she decides to leave you? What if...you die?"

But she was for the most part, ignored. Especially as he offered her his hand and pulled her back to his feet.

"I won't have you crawling back to the Jeep, hun. Gather your clothes. I'll pay for the collar. I think we've killed enough time here for now....though I'm sure there is plenty other things here we could use in the future should the desire arise."

The thought of her bound at his feet, helpless and wanting, rose unbidden to his mind. Strange. He had never been turned on by bondage before. Only power hungry sadists did things like that, didn't they?

"We've a friend to meet."
 
The kiss sent searing streams of fire racing wildly thru the angel. Her voice moaned into the kiss, she welcoming his tongue into her mouth, caressing, entwining with her own. If he would have pressed it, she would have pulled him down ontop of her, right there on the floor, and begged him to take her, to fuck her, to fill her. She was aching, her pussy was steaming hot.

When he finally broke the kiss, Mirshann was heated, panting, her body shaking with need. She lifting her head, closing her eyes, as the leather collar claimed her throat, possessively curling around, and effectively locking in place.

"Its not like I'm ever going to let you take it off. Knowing the combination isn't necessary."

Mirshann froze for the barest second, a vision flashing in her mind, she bound, helpess, begging, wanting, needing, at his feet. Then it was gone in that same flash.

Mirshann did not acknowledge the girls, or the kid, or the newcomer, as he pulled her to her feet.

"I won't have you crawling back to the Jeep, hun. Gather your clothes. I'll pay for the collar. I think we've killed enough time here for now....though I'm sure there is plenty other things here we could use in the future should the desire arise."

Grant paused then, and Mirshann actually caught a darkness, a shadow, that colored his eyes, his features, for a brief second, and then it was gone. But, somewhere deep inside her, she thought she heard a very evil laugh... was that... Suziel???

"yes Master" she quietly answered, almost distracted by what she had seen on his face, passing the others without notice. The dominant girl almost reaching out to touch the passing angel, it was her submissive, Larissa that stopped her, knowing full well you never touch another's property. "Don't" was all she said, giving her dominant a knowing look.

"We've a friend to meet."

The sun was low once they got back out to the parking lot and into the jeep. He did not even have the chance to start the jeep before she was straddling across his lap, facing him. Leaning down, her breath warmed his ear, every curve of her body, breasts, nipples, hips, ass, pressing into him, perversely undulating, her bare pussy grinding against his crotch, the wetness threatening to stain his pants.

"I need you Master" she moaned in his ear, her voice low, hungry, wanting. "please.. Master, your pet needs you deep inside, I need to feel you fucking me, raping me, taking me, claiming me, Master. I need to be impaled on you, only you, please Master, I am so empty without you. please... my pussy burns for you, Master.. please.." she was shaking in her desperate need for him. She didn't care if anyone saw in that parking lot. She didn't care that the 2 girls had come out of the shop and were met with the site of the beautiful girl looking as if she were already astride his cock, her rocking, her swaying looking like the most obvious of fucking..

"Fuck me Master, here, now.. fill me with your seed Master, mark me, as yours.. Master.. now.. please...."
 
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Did she seriously just say raping? Grant's eyes flew wide at the word, as if it were the only one he'd heard in her whole desperate speech.

"Please.. Master, your pet needs you deep inside, I need to feel you fucking me, raping me, taking me, claiming me, Master. I need to be impaled on you, only you, please Master, I am so empty without you. please... my pussy burns for you, Master.. please.."

The fact that she'd moved to him, straddled him, and even now ground herself imploringly against him made things even more difficult. And that was before the two goth girls walked out of the adult store giggling over a jumbo sized, double sided dildo they had obviously decided on.....waving the thing around in public as if nobody else in the world was around to see it, or them.

Well in truth, they were almost right. And things became even more awkward as about the time Grant noticed the two of them.....Marina and Larissa's attention turned towards them. Both girls stopped dead in their tracks, staring......unusual for a pair of supposed men haters. Then again, Grant seriously doubted that either one of them were looking at him right now.

"Do it."

What the hell was he doing? He could be arrested for this. Even now, Larissa produced a cell phone and was no doubt using it to take pictures of them. Yet he did nothing as he felt her claw at his jeans.

"Do it yourself if you need it so bad. This is your Master's orders."

They didn't draw any closer, not with him looking directly at the two of them. Seconds felt like minutes as he tried his best to chase away the thought of what was really happening right now. When had he ever gotten this bold? Fucking in the parking lot of a public store? Never.

"You sure you two don't want a piece of this too? Or is that plastic going to keep the two of you satisfied?"

He was joking, taunting, and teasing. All of which came to a screaming halt the second he felt her take him in. He had been so fucking hard, had been for what seemed like hours as he had teased first poor Caitlin at the diner, and then these two. All thanks to Mirshann and her blessed submissive streak. She was so damn sexy about it too. He could about imagine the two before him dreaming of what they could make a vixen like her do......

But for right now, they had to watch. Watch as he arched a little in his seat and finally let his pet feel him deep inside of her. He had plenty of stamina yet after all.....having came twice already today. The plan was to get her off and do it quickly before the cops showed up.......

"Look at them, Mirshann. Blow them a kiss."

Somehow he knew that was fanning the flames, and he loved it. Just as much as he loved the way she cradled his cock in her inner muscles, squeezing and coaxing constantly......

"Good girl. I want you to know something however."

Grant launched himself into motion.....pummeling her dripping cunt frantically as he burst into a rapid succession of deep strikes within her.

"Your place is to cum, and cum hard for me, Mirshann. I won't have my pet suffering. But you will not receive your Master's cum, not inside you. You will be made to prove yourself worthy tonight when we meet my best friend."

He could feel her tense around him, know that his words were getting through to her even as she rode him.....delighting him with the soft dancing of her perfectly toned belly and the soft rolling of her hips, feeling himself penetrate her even deeper at her own direction.

Grant growled softly, knowing full well what she was trying to do.....and she was doing a damn good job of it too. Even now he could feel his formerly depleted balls responding, wanting nothing more than to seed this brazen bitch as deeply as he could and hope she was presenting him with a fertile cunt.

"But you will not be completely denied, will you? You won't be satisfied, will you? Because not giving your Master pleasure is the same as not serving me."

He felt her shiver, and knew that not only was he right, but that he wasn't the only one who was getting dangerously close.

"Cum for me, Mirshann. Let them hear you moan like a dirty whore. Let them fantasize that its them you're with and not me. Let that dom go home tonight and realize frustration when her own subbie girl is not enough for her, she dreams only of you."

Both girls gawked at that, though Larissa looked decidedly paler than normal, shooting Marina a nervous glance seconds later.

"And then finish me. Satisfy your master, though I forbid you to use your pussy. I leave you to choose the method, but know that your failure to satisfy, or obey me.....will be punished severely."
 
"Do it."

"Do it yourself if you need it so bad. This is your Master's orders."

That was all the fallen angel needed to hear. Her fingers quickly worked his jeans open, reaching to grasp his rock hard, thick cock. She took no notice of the girls watching, her entire focus was on him, and him alone. As soon as his cock was free, she lifted her hips and slowly sank down upon him. Just as she hovered, that split second before she lowered, wet droplets from her pussy fell, alighting on the smooth head, and slipping downwards. As she impaled herself upon him, Mirshann arched her back, her nails digging into and raking his chest.

"You sure you two don't want a piece of this too? Or is that plastic going to keep the two of you satisfied?"

She heard his teasing remarks and looked up, as he went silent, she seeing the girls from the store, standing and staring. The angel rolled her hips forward, up and then back down again, the tight grasp of her sex massaging every inch of his shaft, lingering on the head, never fully releasing him, before she was engulfing him once more, the walls opening to allow him inside, and then closing around his girth, pulsating, muscles spasming, gripping him. Her entire body undulated upon his lap as she lifted her hands to slide her slender fingers thru her dark hair, gasping, purring, moaning as she rode him, up and down, the wet sounds of her cunt around his cock seeming so very loud in the relatively quiet parking lot. Her wetness soaking him, droplets gliding down over his balls.

"Look at them, Mirshann. Blow them a kiss."

She had closed her eyes in her delight, in her lust, in her extasy, but as soon as he commanded, she snapped her eyes open to focus on the girls. With a wink, and another deep gasp, she brought her fingers to her lips, licking each one languidly, before blowing them the sexiest of kisses. The pleasure that crashed over her was undeniable. "OHHHHH GODDDDD" she shuddered, as she came down upon him yet again, the head of his turgid cock hitting the entrance to her womb...

Good girl. I want you to know something however."

She screamed out as he suddenly grasped her hips, his own beginning a hard pounding upwards, driving his cock in and out of her willing, wet, slick cunt, her entire body shuddering and shaking, the jeep beneath doing the same at the fierceness that he suddenly took her. Deeply he rammed himself inside of her as he spoke...

"Your place is to cum, and cum hard for me, Mirshann. I won't have my pet suffering. But you will not receive your Master's cum, not inside you. You will be made to prove yourself worthy tonight when we meet my best friend."

As soon as he uttered the words, she knew.. she was lost. She was doomed. She would cum for him on command, her body, her soul, so tightly bound to him, she would never be able to deny it.

"But you will not be completely denied, will you? You won't be satisfied, will you? Because not giving your Master pleasure is the same as not serving me."

He felt her shiver, and knew that not only was he right, but that he wasn't the only one who was getting dangerously close.

"Cum for me, Mirshann. Let them hear you moan like a dirty whore. Let them fantasize that its them you're with and not me. Let that dom go home tonight and realize frustration when her own subbie girl is not enough for her, she dreams only of you."

"OHHHHHH MASTERRRRRRR" her voice keened, as she began to shake, tremble, almost violently atop him, her cunt grabbing and tightening so hard, that him pulling out was nearly impossible. The flood of her own climax, the fallen angels own passion, washes over his member, coating it, spilling out around it to soak his balls and the seat of the jeep below. She never quieted during her entire orgasm, until she no longer had a voice to cry out with, her head down, panting. She was gleaming with a sheen of heat, her face red, hands on his chest as she supported herself. He was still rock hard inside her soaking pussy.

Both girls gawked at that, though Larissa looked decidedly paler than normal, shooting Marina a nervous glance seconds later.

"And then finish me. Satisfy your master, though I forbid you to use your pussy. I leave you to choose the method, but know that your failure to satisfy, or obey me.....will be punished severely."

She could not speak to acknowledge him, only nod ever so slightly. With that, Mirshann slowly extracated herself from his cock, lifting until it sprung free of the velvet confines of her pussy. She already knew what she was going to do, not a question in her mind. She would finish him with her mouth, her thirst to taste of her Master already tearing at her, demanding to be sated. But, there was the shifter, that would be a hindrance. At least to most it would be. Mirshann simply climbed off him on the other side, opening the driver side door to do so. She then turned, and, bending over, her mouth was on him in an instant.. and the girls now had full view of the bared curve of her ass, and her wet, cum soaked pussy, the lips deep red, droplets clinging to soft skin, others gliding wetly down her inner thighs. She paid no heed, they mattered not to her at this moment. Only him. Her lips closed over his turgid cockhead, she shifting her head down to take his cock deep into the back of her throat. She could taste her own sweetness along the shaft, her tongue hungry for more. As she suckled him, her tongue lavished him, working over every inch of his cock, she even dipping her head lower to lick at the tender surface of his balls. She could feel the sun's heat on her backside, and she thought she heard some comment, one of the girls more than likely, but none of that would stop her from the task at hand. She needed to taste him, she hungered for him. And only his climax would sate the poor, fallen, angel.
 
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He praised her every effort as she slavered over him. The girl was simply amazing and Grant had no doubt that both onlookers would agree with him in a heartbeat.

She came on command, serviced him on command, undressed in public on his command.....didn't seem the least bit shy by the fact that she was being watched even now as she took his thick member past her pouty lips and swallowed him deeply. The blonde author moaned his approval as he reached out and tousled her hair just a little.

"Good girl....just like that....come get Master's seed."

Was there anything she wouldn't do on command? God, he hoped not. Not when he was looking forward to finding out. He shivered slightly as she cupped and massaged his balls....still aching with a need to recover from their morning romp, yet trembling slightly with a sudden urge to spill over once more. He could feel her tongue dancing about him, teasing him, touching all his most sensitive places.....each thrill designed for one purpose only.

"You suck good cock, Mirshann......I never get tired of this."

He leaned back into the seat, only rolling his hips upward once. He had given her control this time, and he wasn't about to take it away from her as he had back in the cabin. She was a good pet.....and this was her reward. One of many to come.

"Oh my god, is she doing what I think she's doing? How revolting!"

"Shut up, Larissa. Its not like you've not licked a dildo after I got done sticking it in you."

"Yeah....but look at it! He's going to cum for sure, Mistress!"

The subbie girl looked truly shaken as her mistress simply licked her lips slightly and continued to watch.

He trembled and quivered.....but most importantly, he fought it. He wanted her to earn her reward. Grant even went so far as to attempt to visualize every last thing he could that was unappealing, unattractive, and even revolting....all in an effort to stave off the inevitable. Yet for every effort he made, she redoubled her own.....not giving an inch of ground until he was practically shaking beneath her.

"Mirshann....."

Anyone close could easily hear her name being moaned aloud and guess what was happening if they couldn't already see it in the exposed cab of the jeep.

"Pet.....good pet.....get ready.....almost there......"

He bit his own tongue to keep from crying out like she had. Bit until it hurt and he could taste his own blood in his mouth. Yet it was hardly the leaking appendage that had his concentration right now as he exploded his virile white lava inside his loving submissive, pouring it as deeply into her mouth and throat as she decided to allow as he arched and ground hard.

And then it was over....leaving him shaken and breathless, looking down in dumbfoundedness as she did everything she could to clean him, the softness of her tongue keeping him in a state of half erection......

"We need to go now.....before we both go to prison......jail.......worse? Fuck, I don't know....we just need to get moving. Thank you so much, Mirshann."

It was his turn to wink at the two girls as he finally turned the ignition, reaching with his free hand to pull his jeans back up.

"Button them. I can't be seen with my cock hanging out all evening. Not to mention I don't think you'd be able to restrain yourself."

Road dust kicked up behind them as the all terrain tires spun on loose sand.

"We've a date....or two....to keep."
 
"Pet.....good pet.....get ready.....almost there......"

His words fed her, his touch enslaved her, his cum... His cum was her food, her water, her life. She felt the slightest quiver of his cock, of his balls as they readied, and when he exploded she had him at the very back of her throat, drinking, swallowing, drawing forth more and more of his seed. Her own body went tense as yet another climax raced thru her, shaking the angel violently as she drank of her Master's cock.

It was more than obvious that she herself was cumming again, both girls were close enough to see the lips of her pussy twitching, to see another spilling of her slick, sweet fluids. Both girls knew exactly what they were seeing.

"I can't believe that kid" said the Dom girl, shaking her head as she watched, she herself soaking wet, and wishing she were on the receiving end of that tongue, of that mouth, of those hands, that body.

When Mirshann finally drew back, she canted her head slightly and drew her tongue across her lips, meeting his gaze.

"We need to go now.....before we both go to prison......jail.......worse? Fuck, I don't know....we just need to get moving. Thank you so much, Mirshann."

"Master, it is always my pleasure to pleasure you" she whispered in his ear as she climbed over his body and into the passenger seat, letting her wet pussy dampen the shifter head just a little.. for him.

The jeep roared to life...

She helping to get his jeans back in... order... buttoned and zipped, she pulling down what little of skirt she had on the black mesh dress she was wearing.

The warm breeze flowed over her body as they drove, her short black hair flicking and dancing about her head. She was strangely quiet during the ride, her thoughts going to his words during their little tryst...

"Your place is to cum, and cum hard for me, Mirshann. I won't have my pet suffering. But you will not receive your Master's cum, not inside you. You will be made to prove yourself worthy tonight when we meet my best friend."

"But you will not be completely denied, will you? You won't be satisfied, will you? Because not giving your Master pleasure is the same as not serving me."

He was learning. He was learning fast. Would he realize that the only way she felt pleasure was with him or with his permission??? Did he realize that he would only have to utter the words "cum for me" and she would, no matter where they were, what they were doing? He would only have to THINK those words and she would fall to the floor at his feet, writhing in pleasure, her body betraying her, releasing, cumming as he watched? Even during punishment, the searing pain of his whip tearing into her, and he would only have to whisper "cum for me" and despite the pain, the humiliation, the shame, she would???

When would he figure out that she would do ANYTHING he commanded???

Mirshann swallowed, closing her eyes and shivering for just a moment.

This surely was her circle of hell.....
 
They had eaten. They had done a wild and crazy dream and collared her. Lastly they'd even go so far as to fuck like rabbits, in a public place to boot. It was all so much to take in, even for him. God, what was wrong with him?! That third item alone could land him in jail for a long time if he got caught. He'd never once in his wildest dreams thought he'd actually do something like that, much less with a hot brunette that quite rapidly was becoming the woman of his dreams.

His dreams. Did he dream of something like this? He'd had he eyes on attractive women before. There was that red headed colonel from the military base. He'd dreamt more than once of raping her until her pride and better than you attitude shattered. There was that cute little blonde coed at the last big party he was at.....how he wanted to show her a thing or two about what happens to girls who tease and tempt for amusement.

He had dark fantasies. Always had. Those two and more that he'd buried even deeper. But this....this was real. He risked a glance away from the road for just a second to glance at the quiet girl riding next to him. A girl that had been riding him for all he was worth no more than fifteen minutes ago. She had cleaned up well at least. Not a drop of his cum had spilled onto her black top. Stan would have no clue what they had been doing.

"Pull your skirt up. Let me see your pussy."

His voice was flat, emotionless, he was more occupied by not getting them both killed than actually starting another round with her.

"Such a nice pussy, Mirshann. Good girl."

He reached out with his right hand and softly stroked the inside of her thigh.

"You've pleased me well today, Mirshann. You will be rewarded soon."

The sun sank low against the desert sands, disappearing and reappearing as they drove through the city and its brightly lit casinos.

KITTEN RANCH.

They were early, but not untolerably so. With any luck, he would be early as well. For the first time that day, he actually had to spend time looking for a parking spot.

"This is a strip club. And tonight you are my kitten. Do try to stay close, Mirshann. Any of these bitches will spread for the right price. Money's what makes this place run after all."

He turned to give her an odd look, a soft half smile on his face. It was time for another experiment.

"This place where money is the motivator. Will you let them smell money on me, Mirshann? Will you let another take what is yours?"

He watched her carefully, gauging her reaction approvingly.

"This is an order, so listen carefully. You will do anything to ensure I don't get treated to a.....back room treatment by any of these.....whores. Anything short of causing a fight or violence. Now let's go have some fun, ok?"
 
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