dcdominant: The first time Colleen told me she felt safer wearing her leash and collar than without,
dcdominant: The first time Colleen told me she felt safer wearing her leash and collar than without, I knew she was mine. She was the first girl who begged to call me Daddy, even though I treated her like more of a pet. I’d make her wait naked by the door on my leash for me to get home from work. I found making her wait each day on a set schedule put her in the mindset to serve. I made her start eating her meals out of a dog bowl on the floor. After meal time, most nights, we’d play fetch, as I made her chase a ball on hands and knees across the room. At night, when I was ready to go to bed, I’d put her in a crate made for a large, traveling dog, I kept as a nightstand by my bed. Colleen was praise motivated, and reacted poorly to the whip. She was so eager to please that telling her what a good girl she’d been was enough to make her focus on nothing but me. Nothing made her cum harder than being told what a good girl she was. She was man’s best friend. A good dog. -- source link