Chelsea couldn’t believe how turned on she was at that moment. Having complete dominance over another person was a high that she doesn’t think she’ll be able to top. Her captive probably didn’t share her enjoyment, but she didn’t care, if the sitter hated the situation she was in, she’d learn to get used to it. Chelsea’s hand went back down to the older girl’s body where she groped her full breasts again, still jealous that the stupid mutt had bigger ones than she had. Chelsea was small but not flat, yet she still hated it. She wanted her parents to buy her a boob job, but they refused, telling her that her body was already beautiful. She accepts it now but looking at Sarah, she would express her jealousy by slapping her fat tits. The sitter’s squeals made her heart flutter.

After playing with her for a few minutes, Chelsea would pull her hand away and get up, forgetting one last thing she wanted to do with Sarah. She stood up and went towards the box again, going through the contents until she found what she was looking for. Sarah just watched the teen, hoping she was done with her cruel game but saw her walk back with something in her hand, smiling. She sat down next to her pet again and showed her what she was holding. Sarah’s eyes opened wide as she stared at the object in her hand, a thick leather collar. Chelsea maintained her devious smile as her captive shook her head knowing what she planned on doing. It would make it more concrete that the girl planned on pushing this cruel joke even further.

“Calm down pet. I know it’s not pretty, I even plan on buying you a nicer one once I get my hands on the credit card my parents left you. This one belonged to my friend’s pitbull but she got her a new one and was nice enough to let me have this one. I cleaned it up and even put a nice tag on there for you.” She moved it closer so Sarah could see the metal tag hanging on the collar and read the words spelled out across it, ‘Bitch.’ That would set Sarah off yet again, causing her to furiously move her head and body, trying to prevent the teen from placing the degrading collar around her neck. Chelsea would sigh in annoyance from the renewed resistance, so she would reach her hand over to Sarah’s nose and pinch it shut. The captive girl would immediately react to the loss of access to air, throwing her body around even more trying to get the teen’s hand off her face.

The sitter would eventually stop moving, just lying there and shaking her head from time to time, hoping she could get the girl’s fingers away from her nose. Soon her face began to change color, and she gave Chelsea a pleading look with tears sliding down the sides of her eyes. Chelsea enjoyed her power over the woman, but she didn’t want to kill her, though Sarah wouldn’t know that. She finally let go and allowed her captive to fill her lungs again. While Sarah sucked air from her now free nose, Chelsea began to place to old leather collar around her neck, making sure it wasn’t too tight as she buckled it. Once satisfied, Chelsea would stand up and look over the defeated woman and give her a smile, “There, that should do for now. I’ll be getting you some better gear soon but for now this will do.” Her smile went even wider as she saw her pet realize that she was planning on making this long term.

Sarah was truly struggling to maintain any of her defiance at this point. The teenager had stripped her down to her bare skin and restrained all four of her limbs, now she wanted to wrap a dog collar around her neck. She had nothing to stop her with, wishing she at least wasn’t gagged and was able to use her teeth to rip the dumb cunt’s throat out, but all that went away as the girl blocked off her only source of air. Sarah had never been so scared in her life, not knowing if this was the moment she was going to die. It wouldn’t make sense for the girl to do all this only to kill her, but in Sarah’s fear filled and oxygen deprived brain it was a distinct possibility. Her only option would be to show her submission and plead through her eyes as best she could, choosing to lower herself to live just a little longer.

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The release of her nose was a great relief, and she lay there breathing as hard as she could through it to fill her lungs with fresh oxygen once again. She was too distracted by her own heavy breathing to realize that the teenage brat had gotten her way and adorned her with the degrading dog collar. Sarah could feel the leather rubbing against her neck and hated it immediately, as well as the tag that lay just above her breasts. This was the most humiliated she’d ever felt and would soon be made worse as the teen stood over her with her smartphone and audibly began to take pictures of her exposed body. Sarah couldn’t cover her body with her bound limbs and every time she tried to roll over, she would roll right onto her back again. She could only turn her head and cry as the teen took photo after photo.

After a few minutes and a dozen different angles, the teen would put her phone away and kneel next to Sarah, her hands once again exploring her bare body. “You don’t like getting your picture taken pup? Most people I know have hundreds of pictures and videos of their pets. Why can’t I fill my phone with my new pet?” She smiled, still running her hand over Sarah’s body. Nothing she could do would stop the teen and Sarah’s eyes would shoot down in horror as Chelsea’s hand slid down her smooth groin and began to rub her most sensitive place.

Just like before, Sarah tried to turn her body over but failed. Her only option was to close her bound legs to stop the girl, but she would be rewarded with a hard slap on her left breast and two hands forcing her legs apart once again. “Don’t you dare try to hide your body from me. I own you and I will do anything I want with my property!” She would conclude her statement with a hard slap on top of Sarah’s pussy. With a yelp and a muffled scream, she would loosen her muscles and allow the 18-year-old to spread her legs apart without any more resistance. At this point it would be best to let the teen have her fun then wait for an opportunity to escape. So, Sarah did her best to ignore the girl and try to think of something else, but the probing fingers in and around her pussy was making that extremely difficult.