A collar, a leash, and heels. That was the totality of Kaylah’s wardrobe. When one wore out, it was replaced, but she only ever had one of each.

“Clean my balls, slut. They’re filthy from fucking your sister,” her Master said.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for letting me serve you, Sir,” she said while crawling over to start lapping at his balls.

“Once they’re clean, I’ll be sending you over to Roger’s. Have fun on the five-mile walk.”

“Yes, Sir!”

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