After another few seconds, Eric took a light grip of Dahlia's hair and tugged backward.  He pulled his hips back at the same time, watching his length withdraw from between her lips.  The mouse admired her handiwork for a short while before nodding in satisfaction.  "Very good, Pet.  Now it's your turn to watch," he murmured, "And just to be sure . . ."  He reached over and took a collar from the drawer.<br/><br/>Once that was secure around Dahlia's neck, her temporary master hooked on a leash and nodded toward a ring on the wall within armsreach of the bed.  "Over there," he ordered, clearly planning on attaching the other end of the leash to the ring.