“One ring. Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Um, that was, this is, um this is most interesting, thank you Mistress!”<br/><br/>Again, her comment causes me to chuckle in amusement, as she tries to frame her response almost professionally, despite the situation she was in—most interesting indeed. If anyone was listening in just then, they would have thought I had been showing her a PowerPoint presentation, rather than attaching her nipple chain to her butt plug!<br/><br/>Of course, that was if they couldn’t see the quiver of excitement in her muscles, smell the arousal from her pussy, hear the slight panting of anticipation, or feel the warmth of body heat coming from her.<br/><br/>And the evening had just begun.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, if you found that ‘interesting’ my dear, then you will be positively enthralled by the next five minutes!”</strong>I informed her wryly, placing the remaining ring on the windowsill for safe keeping.<br/><br/>Reaching out, I hooked my finger around the chain now dangling below her breasts, and tugged slightly in order to guide her slightly away from the window so that we were face to face. Taking a moment of indulgence to run my eyes over her body once more, as I let the anticipation grow, I couldn’t help thinking what a pretty specimen she was—especially with that butterfly tattoo setting off her skin as it does.<br/><br/>Yes, I had been lucky here.<br/><br/><strong>“Pet,”</strong>I whispered softly, my hand sliding down my naked body to rest on my own dripping, sensitive folds.<strong>“Pussy…Bitch—it’s amazing how such animalistic terms can have such an impact on us, isn’t it? To the right person, being called that causes them to melt into a submissive puddle of humiliation, that they struggle to come out of.”</strong><br/><br/>My eyes flicker meaningfully to the spot Jaclyn had just been standing in, where a slight ‘puddle’ had formed during her test with the plug.<br/><br/><strong>“But in terms of D/s, the animal kingdom has one lesson to teach that many overlook, but can be one of the most effective of all.”</strong><br/><br/>Using my left hand to spread my folds wide, I bent forward slightly to push two fingers from my right hand slowly into myself, even as I maintained eye contact with Jaclyn. Grunting a little with pleasure, I finally snagged what I was looking for, and gently eased out a pair of scarlet panties that was completely saturated in my juices.<br/><br/>Giving a little shiver of delight as they came away, I took a calming breath, before straightening up, and holding them in front of my girl’s face.<br/><br/><strong>“Animals do not have the ability to collar their submissives in order to announce what they own,” </strong>I explained, reaching forward to run the wet material along Jaclyn’s cheek; the musk of my juices strong.<strong>“Instead, they mark them with their scent.”<br/></strong><br/>Working slowly, I moved downwards with the panties; brushing them along her neck, collarbone, and arms, before returning back to paint her breasts and tortured nipples lightly with my juices.<br/><br/><strong>“With their scent, the dominant creature is announcing to any that walk past that this thing is theirs so completely, that they are an extension of themselves.”</strong>Looking up at her, I glide the wet panties down her torso, leaving a wet streak.<strong>“It is also a constant reminder to the submissive that they have given themselves over to another, and it’s their pleasure they obey.”</strong><br/><br/>Rising back up so that I can draw the wetness down her spine, and along her ass cheeks, I take the opportunity to lean in and whisper seductively in her ear.<strong>“In order words, the dominant is announcing to all—This Is MINE.”</strong><br/><br/>Grabbing the ring from the sill as I squat down, I continue my patient efforts; sliding the panties down both of her inner thighs, all the way down to her feet; replacing her juices with my own.<br/><br/><strong>“Though humans are supposed to be more cerebral, deep within our psyche, we have not lost this understanding to recognise when someone is wearing another’s scent—or recognise when someone is owned—as I’m sure you will notice tonight.”</strong><br/><br/>She was covered now; glistening with the same pleasure that even now dripped over my piercings and onto my thighs, but there was one last twist to complete.<br/><br/><strong>“Now, be a good girl, and try not to tense, pet.”</strong><br/><br/>Balling the panties up, I peeled back her labia with my left hand, and began to work the panties inside her pussy. Like the plug, it would give her the sensation of being filled, without the satisfaction of complete fullness—adding to the need for more, rather than partially sating it. Working the material in deep with my fingers, I ensured to keep a tiny portion of the thongs thin gusset poking outwards between her folds so that I could work the second ring around it carefully.<br/><br/>Satisfied that metal and lace were fixed together, I then lifted the chain and worked the ring onto it too; tautening it as it latched on; tugging the chain down from the nipples and up from the plug. Now, not only would she feel the tug of the chain with every stride she took, but she would have to be careful on how she judged her gait, in case the chain began to work the panties out of her, and she was left sometime this evening with them dangling openly between her thighs for all to see.<br/><br/>Rising up to my feet, I examined my handiwork with a smile, before moving back towards the couch.<br/><br/><strong>“Come and have a look at my handiwork, pet; I’m interested to know your thoughts.”<br/></strong>