The girl was a petite redhead with a sweet smile and a tendency to curve her shoulders forward in an attempt at hiding how full her top was. The kind of girl who likes to keep her arms wrapped under her breasts when you hug her, so she can feel totally secure and protected.
Sitting on a park bench reading a romance novel in the afternoon sun, her slender legs were crossed modestly but the length of the skirt left no doubt as to how toned they were.
I've known hundreds just like her; they make a man feel just that much more protective. And demanding. She was a submissive and she absolutely knew it. She also feared she would never find a true Master, like the ones in those fantasies she read.
I watched her while my well trained Belgian Malinios named Phoenix decided exactly which bush to pee on. In no great hurry to leave. Beauty like hers is a gift from God, and it cost me nothing to simply appreciate it.
Every guy in the park seemed to gravitate towards her. But, none of the ones who approached her could keep her attention. Her polite smile and short sentences screamed at them to just leave her alone. Finally, one seemed determined to make a fool of himself despite her best efforts, and sat down right next to her with his body leaning in close.
He had a dark complexion and a big Arab nose; thick eyebrows and a dark beard. Didn't I just read that 98 percent of the violent attacks on women in Sweden are committed by Muslim immigrants?
She crossed her legs away from him and leaned away, obviously uncomfortable and visibly intimidated. I started walking towards the bench thinking just to distract him, but then he played the asshole card: She was starting to stand up, so he grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.
Bad move, Mohamed.
Phoenix is a friendly fellow. Great with kids and relatively open to strangers. Sadly for Mohamed, if a dog so much as touches a Muslim's clothing, his prayers don't count for the rest of the day.
I leashed Phoenix into his knees and he stuck his nose into Mohamed's crotch, all friendly like. Mohamed almost jumped out of his own ass trying to back away from my dog.
"Kelly! There you are. Who's your friend? We still on for lunch?"
Swarthy-boy was sputtering something about "how dare you" and "get that dog away" and beginning to look all belligerent. I allowed my windbreaker to open slightly, exposing the butt of my Walther PDP 9mm in a shoulder holster. All of his bravado pooled up and ran down his leg. He backed up two steps then quick-marched away as fast as his bruised dignity would allow. I hadn't even needed to glower at him.
“Yes. Lunch. Lets go." The redhead knew a rescue when she saw one, even if it took her by surprise. I offered her my arm and she slipped hers into it as we walked slowly after the fleeing would-be masher.
Phoenix took to the redhead immediately, so I offer her his leash. "I'm going to guess your name isn't actually Kelly, but that is what I will call you until something better comes to mind."
She looked up at me with an "is that so" quizzical look on her face. I shrugged and smiled at her, tilting my head. Curious what she would say to that.
"OK... I guess. What should I call you?"
"Sir" I said, looking deep into her eyes. "Perhaps Master if you earn the right."
Her eyes widened and her nostril's flared, shock slowly being replaced with wonder. "How do you... Who are you?"
"I'm just the man who recognized you for what you are. And probably saved you from being violated at the hands of that asshat. Which is rather ironic, now that I think about it."
"Ironic?" She said, puzzled for a moment. Then "Oh..."
"Yes. I'm afraid you're going to have to earn your lunch, and generously compensate me for my timely intervention."
She stopped, stooped down to look in the dog's face, earned a lick on the chin for her troubles and said "is this guy a good master?" Phoenix sat and looked at her patiently. "YOU certainly seem well cared for." She gave the boy a rough double scratch to his ears and stood up, sliding her arm back into mine and giving it a squeeze.
"Very well, Sir. How does a girl earn the right to call you Master?"
To Be Continued...
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Materials Needed:
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A riding crop or similar tool for delivering swift and effective reinforcement.
A controlled environment where the girl can move freely and safely while topless.
Preparation:
Clip one bell onto each nipple, ensuring a secure fit.
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