You slid your key into your mailbox, opening it up. You sighed as there was nothing. Your check was yet to arrive from work.
You reluctantly closed and locked your mailbox before turning toward the lobby elevators. Perhaps you hadn't put in your new address correctly. You'd have to check to make sure.
As you neared the elevators, you noticed a woman who seemed like she needed help. She was tall, having at least an inch on you, and had a relatively curvy body. She was also in strangely risque attire, with a long coat only partly covering a black lacey top and see-through black tights, complete with a set of stilettos that gave her another two inches on you. She had long wavy black hair, creamy skin speaking of Asian descent, and you realized her eyes seemed to be staring out at nothing. She carried a long cane in one hand, which was tapping the ground, and in the other was a leash. There was nothing at the end of the leash.
"Hello? Where did you go, baby?" She said, slowly moving through the lobby, "Here boy!"
She must have lost her dog, you thought. You looked around the lobby but saw no sign of the dog, and so you walked toward the woman, touching her arm to signal your presence.
"I'm sorry, but I don't see it anywhere. Do you need help?"
For a second the woman looked confused, but her lips slowly curled into a smile as she handed you her cane. You took it, wondering what she was doing, and were shocked as she suddenly wrapped the collar around your neck, securing it with a loud click. You were too shocked to say anything for a second until the woman began to drag you toward the elevators with you.
"Hey, um- wha- what are you- doing?" You asked through gasps as she almost choked you with each tug.
The woman chuckled, "You are very funny, pet. You almost had me thinking you had actually run off."
What was going on? The woman pulled you forcefully into the elevator, finding the correct button for her floor with strange ease. Your eyes widened as you realized she had hit the button for the top floor, the penthouse suite.
"Ma'am, I think there's been some kind of mistake. I'm not your... Pet."
"Alright, it's not as funny anymore."
"I'm not joking. You need to let me go no-mmph!"
In one quick move, the lady had yanked you in, wrapping the leash around her hand to force you close to her, until your lips almost touched.
"No more of this nonsense now, pet. Otherwise Mommy might get mad, alright?"
She pulled the leash even tighter as she gave you a long kiss, choking you even as her tongue slipped into your gasping mouth. Suddenly, you realized what was going on. She was a dominatrix! And somehow, she had mistaken you for her "pet!" You had to get out of this as quickly as possible!
The elevator dinged as the doors opened to a luxurious penthouse suite, complete with a full view of the city. Your wonder was quickly cut short however, as you were yanked in by this crazy and...
The woman threw her coat off, and you gaped as you got a full view of her. Though she had been somewhat revealing even in the coat, you saw that her crotch was covered only by a pair of panties that looked like a mesh net, giving you a clear view of her shaved crotch. Her breasts were in a similar situation, and now you could see her great hourglass body, with a bubble butt, thick toned thighs, and a large rack straining against her pitiful excuse for a top.
You felt yourself grow slightly hard in your pants, but the construction of the collar made you panic a little. How were you going to get out of this?
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