“’Flash’<em>does</em>sound like a dog’s name, doesn’t it?” Jason said as he took a plain black leather collar from the rack and held it up to her throat for size. “What’s your real name by the way?” He asked. “And do you have a SiN to go with it?”<br/><br/>In the end, he chose a<em>Doggy Deluxe</em>black genuine leather collar for his bitch along with a matching leash. The premium version closed almost seamlessly with a miniature electronic lock to prevent ‘pet theft’ which, according to the manufacturer, was on the rise. To Flash’s utter horror, he also picked up a large doggy bowl and had the machine laser-engrave it with ‘Flash’, the same as the narrow steel name tag on the front of her collar.<br/><br/>The checkout was automatic and the parking lot was empty, so, apart from the cat-customer, no one saw them as he walked her out on a leash. Nevertheless, when they finally reached the car, Flash was red-faced with shame and humiliation. She also seemed to be quite angry and glared at him as he gave her instructions for the next destination.<br/><br/>“Don’t give me that face! I know that you like it!” Jason told her and smacked her forehand and backhand. Flash struggled a bit as he deftly reached under her tiny dress to probe her for wetness…and she whimpered as he smeared the wet proof all over her face. “This…” he tugged firmly at the collar to force Flash to kneel down in the floor room. “…is your training collar. It reminds you that<em>I own you</em>. If you treat it with the respect it deserves, maybe I will let you have something nicer. Something that looks like jewelry, perhaps.” Jason offered and stroked her head. “But if you don’t, then I will march you back here and you get to wear that pink, glittering monstrosity all day.” He threatened and stepped on the Leash to force her even lower and to prevent her from getting back up again.<br/><br/>“Now let’s have a look at your place. The tech from sig-int should be there any minute.” Jason told Flash.<br/>