Anna slowly opened her eyes and smiled. She hadn’t felt this rested in ages; it was like whatever was keeping her up at night has just evaporated, and she could finally let herself relax completely. My headache is gone too. Man, I must’ve really been sleep-deprived!

Someone stirred behind her, and Anna remembered what had happened yesterday. Kasumi’s arms were wrapped around her body, holding her close. Anna purred and wiggled excitedly. God, it feels so nice to be snuggled up with someone else in bed like this! And holy shit, I have a girlfriend! A really hot girlfriend who’ll step on me and stuff!

“Mmmrrrr…” Kasumi mumbled. Her hand reached down and groped one of Anna’s breasts. “Morning.”

“Morning!” Anna whispered. She leaned in to Kasumi’s touch, griding her body against her girlfriend’s. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah, really well.” Kasumi yawned and nuzzled the back of Anna’s neck. “Like a baby.” She leaned over and kissed Anna’s cheek, sliding her other hand down Anna’s stomach. “You smell really good.”

“I do?” Anna raised an eyebrow.

“Totally. It’s like… hm, hard to describe. But it’s good.”

“I’ve never really thought about how I smelled be– hah…” Anna gasped as Kasumi’s fingers touched her clit, slowly rubbing in a small circle. “B-Before…”

Kasumi giggled. “Oh, I just love making you squirm. You’re just too adorable, Anna.”

“Th-Thank you… Mistress…” Anna bit her lip. I thought it was kinda weird to call her that last night but now… now it just feels normal. As normal as letting your girlfriend grope and finger you first thing in the morning. Man, where the fuck has this been all my life? I should’ve gotten a girlfriend years ago.

“Oh, you remembered!” Kasumi purred. “See, I knew you’d make for a good sub. So obedient and eager.” She slid two fingers into Anna’s cunt, chuckling as her girlfriend whimpered and moaned.

“Obedient… y-yeah…” Anna nodded. “Mmm, fuck, that word just sounds… so good…”

“You like that, huh?” Kasumi giggled and thrust her fingers in harder. “You like it when I call you obedient? When I call you a good slave?”

“Yes! Yes!” Anna moaned. Her eyes fluttered, her whole body shaking. “Yes, Mistress, I love it!”

“Good. Because I like calling you that.” Kasumi bit Anna’s neck, leaving a mark. “Why don’t we make it more permanent, then?”

Anna’s eyes widened. “P-Permanent?”

“Mhm. How about I stop calling you ‘Anna’ at all? From now on, you can just be ‘slave.’ Do you like that?”

“Ohhh, god…” Anna whimpered. “Mmm, yes. Yes, I’d like that.”

“Alright, slave,” Kasumi grinned. “Time for your first task of the day.” She pulled her hands away from Anna and sat up.

“Huh?” Anna rolled over, confused. “Why’d you stop?”

“Slaves don’t get to cum,” Kasumi said, “unless their Mistress decides to reward them.”

Anna stared blankly at Kasumi.

“Rewards them,” Kasumi continued, spreading her legs, “for pleasing her.”

Anna continued to stare at Kasumi.

“…I’ll let you cum if you eat me out,” Kasumi finally said, exasperated.

“Oh!” Anna slapped her forehead. “God, yeah, of course!” She crawled over and began to lick, remembering what she did the night before and trying her best to repeat it.

“Mmm, yeah,” Kasumi purred. “You really are good at this, you know. Like a natural talent or something.”

“Thankth,” Anna replied, her voice muffled.

Kasumi curled her toes and bit her lip. “I don’t know why, but I just can’t stop thinking about when we ran into Elena yesterday. She looked so hot… like, more than usual, even…” She moaned and reached down to Anna’s head, grabbing her slave’s hair and pushing her mouth into her cunt. “F-Fuck, I want that… what she has, all those… hot girls at her beck and call… like Mor– ah!” She closed her eyes and tapped Anna’s head. “Close! I’m close!”

Anna pulled away and, almost instinctively, started fingering Kasumi. She brought her Mistress to climax, holding her close as she shuddered and moaned. “Thanks for the warning, Mistress,” Anna chuckled.

“Y-You’re… welcome…” Kasumi sighed, giggling softly. “I remember last night, how gross that was… wait, shit, we still haven’t showered, have we?”

“Oh, yeah.” Anna crawled over to the nightstand and checked the time on her phone. “Hm, still pretty early. No film studies today, so my first class isn’t until 10:30. How about you?”

“Mine’s at noon.” Kasumi scratched her chin. “Quick shower, grab some breakfast, then I sit in on your class?”

“Why would you want to sit in on algebra?”

“I thought you were in trig?”

“It might as well be quantum mechanics, for as much as I understand it.”

Kasumi laughed and kissed Anna on the cheek. “Aw, it’s okay. Movie stars don’t need to be smart, they just have to look pretty. And you’ve already got that down.”

“Sh-Shut up,” Anna blushed, “I’m not that pretty. And I don’t wanna be an actress, I wanna do sound design. Plus, you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Well…” Kasumi gently squeezed one of Anna’s breasts and grinned. “I wasn’t planning on learning anything.”

Anna set her tray down next to Kasumi’s and immediately dug in. “Fuck, man, I’m super hungry for some reason today.”

“Which is weird,” Kasumi smirked, “because you already ate this morning.”

“Ha ha,” Anna said emotionlessly. She looked around the room and tugged at her collar. Weird, people seem to be wearing more clothes today. Not like t-shirts, though. I had no idea so many people on this campus had latex and leather stuff. The other students in the room were almost all dressed in some type of fetish gear – collars, harnesses, lingerie. At least two women were dressed in Playboy bunny costumes, and another was letting people paint her naked body, making herself a canvas for patterns and shapes and an impressive amount of cartoon penises.

As she watched over the room, Anna noticed Lena standing amongst them. She didn’t have any fetish gear on – she was dressed mostly the same as she always did, aside from her bare chest – and she looked absolutely lost. She noticed Anna and Kasumi, but seemed hesitant to join them.

“Lena!” Anna called out. “C’mon, there’s plenty of room!”

Lena sighed and moved over to Anna and Kasumi’s table. She set her tray down and glared at them. “So, I see you two finally gave in.”

“Huh?” Kasumi asked. “Gave in to what?”

“This!” Lena hissed, waving around the room. “This weird, perverted thing that’s been happening!”

“Perverted? What’re you talking about?” Anna asked. “Everyone’s just hanging out, being themselves. Nothing wrong with that.”

“Yeah, you’d think so.” Lena angrily bit her toast and sipped her orange juice. She actually looks kinda cute when she’s grumpy. And she has surprisingly nice tits, too. Not very big, but perky. “Anyway,” Lena continued, “More of my clothes are going missing. Yesterday all my shirts were gone, and now my sweatshirts too. Wonder what’ll happen when it’s the dead of winter and everyone’s still a nudist.”

“You seem different today,” Anna said. “Little more confident, maybe.”

“I’m just mad,” Lena sighed. “I thought we’d all be able to hang on, stay normal in the face of all this weirdness, but…” She noticed Anna’s collar and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Oh, right, we forgot to tell you,” Kasumi replied. “Anna and I are dating now! Well, actually, a little bit more than that. We’re trying out this, like, mistress/slave dynamic.”

“Wh-What?” Lena gasped. “Y-You two are… a-a couple?”

“A couple’a sluts, that’s for sure!” Morgan announced her presence by slamming her tray down, grinning at everyone. She still wore the collar Elena had given her, but all the writing that adorned her body had smudged into unreadability.

“How do you always do that?” Kasumi chuckled. “Sneaking up on us and making a scene.”

“Not my fault none of you pay attention to anything that’s not right in front of you,” Morgan laughed. She absent-mindedly rubbed her breasts, pinching her nipples as though she were twirling her hair or tapping her fingers on a table. “Anyway, before you ask, Miss Elena just had us pets run off for a while so she can go to class. It’d be a bit hard to corral all of us in a tiny-ass classroom, right?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Anna smirked.

“Is… is everyone part of some BDSM polycule thing now?” Lena asked.

Morgan shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah. Barbara’s probably got the worst of it – or, maybe I should call her ‘Barbie’ now?”

“Ooh, did I, like, hear my name?” Barbara giggled as she sashayed over to the table. Instead of food, her tray held only a single dildo, about eight inches long with a suction cup on the bottom. She set it down, attaching it to the table, and started pulling her hair back.

“Um, hi, Barbara,” Anna said. “How’s it going?”

“Mmm, great!” Barbara smiled. “Coach is, like, super happy with how brainwashed we’re becoming! She says that, like, in a week or two, we won’t even, like, remember being smart! Isn’t that awesome?”

“Whaaaaaaaat is happening,” Lena murmured, mouth agape.

“I’m sure she’s proud of you,” Morgan said. “I’d be pretty happy too, if I had a couple dozen super-fit bimbos who followed my every order. So what’s up with the dildo?”

“Oh! Well, coach wants us to practice our cock-sucking tech… um… technee… like, skills! She was like, ‘all of you need to be good little sucktoys and get rid of those gag reflexes,’ and we were like, ‘we obey, coach!’ So now I’m, like, practicing!” Barbara gathered her spit into her mouth and let it drool onto the dildo, then slid her hand up and down the shaft to lubricate it. “I just wish we’d get to practice on, like, a real cock.”

“Well, you know how it is. Budget cuts.” Morgan snickered as Barbara lowered her mouth onto the dildo, slowly bobbing up and down.

Kasumi bit her lip as she watched her friend suck the dildo. Her eyes flicked over to Anna, and she beckoned her girlfriend closer. “God,” she whispered, “isn’t this just the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen?”

Anna raised an eyebrow. “Really? That you’ve ever seen? She’s just sucking a dildo.”

“Not that. Like, the way she’s just… completely mind-fucked. That coach of hers has her wrapped around her finger, and Barbara’s totally under her spell.”

“Well, yeah, sure. But you’re really into that hypnosis stuff?”

“Hm…” Kasumi tapped her chin. “Maybe not the, like, pocketwatch, ‘oooh you’re getting sleeeeeepy’ thing. But the idea of shaping someone else, making them into what you want them to be?” She grinned, her eyes burning with desire. “I want to do that.”

“You do?” Anna gulped. “L-Like, to me?”

“Well, yeah!” Kasumi giggled. “You’re clearly a lot subbier than you thought you were, and being your Mistress has been a ton of fun. So, do you wanna take it further?”

“Gosh, I-I dunno… what would that even mean? What would we do?”

Kasumi’s smile faltered. “…Shit, you have a point. I wouldn’t know the first thing about training you to be my obedient pet.” She noticed someone approaching the table and smirked. “But we might know someone who does.”

Elena placed a hand on Morgan’s head and yanked her hair back. “Good morning, my little slut,” she purred. She’d traded her costume from yesterday for a black leather catsuit, with a zipper that stretched from her neck all the way down to her pussy, with tall boots and dark makeup that served to highlight her eyes and lips.

“M-Miss Elena!” Morgan gasped. In an instant, her confident, cocky demeanor vanished, replaced with a look of absolute devotion and submission. “Good morning!”

“I see you haven’t washed away my words,” Elena smiled. “That’s good.”

“Of course, Miss Elena!” Morgan beamed. “I’d never disobey your direct orders! Especially if that meant removing that wonderful writing you graced my body with!”

“Ugh, I’m too fucking tired for this,” Lena groaned. “My clothes keep disappearing, half the stuff I do still have is too tight, and now this! Is everyone on campus doing some weird BDSM brainwashing thing?”

Elena turned to Lena and laughed. “Oh, trust me, I haven’t done anything to Morgan here besides give her the fuck of a lifetime. Everything she’s doing right now? She’s doing because she wants to.” She tugged on Morgan’s collar while unzipping her catsuit. “Morgan, dear? Be a good slut and get under the table. My cunt is the only meal you need right now.”

“Y-Yes, Miss Elena,” Morgan gasped. She quickly crawled underneath the table as Elena sat down in her spot.

“Now, Anna,” Elena said, picking up Morgan’s knife and fork and cutting into her slave’s pancakes, “how’ve you been? You haven’t been coming back to our dorm the last couple nights, I was starting to get worried about you.”

Anna picked her jaw up off the floor and wiped away the drool that had started to creep down her chin. “U-Um… I’ve been… g-good.”

“Great, actually,” Kasumi interjected, wrapping her arm around Anna’s shoulders. “We’re trying out more of a D/s thing in our relationship, and it’s going really well.”

“Oh?” Elena smiled warmly. “That’s great news! I’m glad you’re getting into that side of things, Kasumi, I’ve found that it’s a real boost to your confidence.”

“Yeah, it’s been fun, but…” Kasumi cleared her throat. “See, we want to take things a little further, and we’re wondering if you could offer some advice?”

Elena took a deep breath and pulled her breasts out of her catsuit, gently squeezing them as Morgan’s tongue worked between her legs. “Mmm, good girl, just like that… Oh, sorry, please continue, Kasumi.”

Anna blushed and looked away. God, just acting totally casually while a hot girl eats you out… Elena’s so fucking cool!

“Well,” Kasumi said, “I see how you’ve made Morgan into your, uh…”

“Obedient fucktoy?” Elena chuckled. “Devoted slut? Collared bitch in heat?”

“Yeah! Yes, especially that last one.” Kasumi twirled her hair and leaned forward. “And there were those other girls, the ones who were acting like animals. I don’t know if I’d like for Anna to be like that all the time, but it’d be really hot to play with.”

“Oh, yes,” Elena moaned, “Grace and Courtney, such good p-pets… Excuse me, Kasumi, I-I’m afraid I’m… c-close…” She arched her back and howled, gripping the table for support as she came. Once the moment had passed, she reached down and patted Morgan on the head. “Good girl. Very good girl, Morgan.”

Anna tapped Kasumi’s shoulder and leaned in, whispering in her Mistress’s ear. “You really want me to act like a dog?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I dunno, it just… never knew you were into that sort of thing.”

“Are you not into it?”

“Well…” Anna shrugged. “I haven’t really thought, ‘gee, wouldn’t it be nice to act like a dog as an expression of kink and D/s dynamics.’ That’s never really occurred to me.”

Kasumi chuckled. “Well, would you try it? If I asked you to?”

“For you? I’d do just about anything. Long as it’s not, like illegal. Probably.”

“Good girl,” Kasumi purred. She scratched Anna under her chin and turned back to Elena. “So, Elena, would you be willing to give us some advice? Maybe help us explore that dynamic?”

Elena snapped her fingers, and a woman Anna didn’t recognize hurried over and handed Elena her phone. She checked it casually for a moment before handing it back to the woman. “I don’t see why not,” she said finally. “I’m through with classes for the day, I have nothing else going on. Do you need me to cover for you? I have a few professors under my thumb, I could maybe get you the day off.”

“Whoa…” Kasumi whispered. “U-Um, I mean, I have Perry coming up at noon.”

“Oh, Vanessa!” Elena smiled. “God, such a sweetheart. I’ll send her a couple feet pics, she’ll let you skip. Anna, what about you?”

“Melendez, in like…” Anna looked down at her wrist, only then realizing that she wasn’t wearing a watch. Huh, weird. But don’t I normally wear a watch? I swear I got dressed this morning just like I always do. Collar, nipple pasties… what am I missing? “Well, soon, I guess.”

“Hold on,” Elena said. She took her phone back and scrolled through something. A couple moments later, she held it out in front of her and smiled. “Rosie, hi!”

“Oh, good morning, Miss Elena,” came a voice from the phone. Anna recognized it instantly.

“Listen, I have a friend of mine who needs to skip your class,” Elena continued. She angled the phone down towards her breasts and shook them gently. “You’ll let her, right?”

“U-Um… oh, goodness…” Anna’s professor whimpered. “Elena, I really shouldn’t be–”

“Aw, c’mooooooon, Rosie,” Elena pouted. “It’s just one class. If you let her skip, I promise I’ll come by and let you worship these girls for as long as you want. We both know how much you like my tits, right, Rosie?”

“God, yes,” the professor sighed. “I’m so weak for Miss Elena’s tits.”

“That’s right. Soooooooo weak, so helpless.” Elena bit her lip and squeezed one of her breasts with her free hand. “So if you want them, you know what you have to do.”

“Y-Yes...”

“That’s my good little titty addict. So when Anna doesn’t show up for class today, you’ll still mark her as present?”

“Yes, of course. Anything for you, Miss Elena.”

“Great! I’ll see you tonight, Rosie.” Elena ended the call and handed it to Morgan. “Morgan, dear? Be a good slut and follow me. You’re going to be my assistant for today.”

“Y-Yes, Miss Elena!” Morgan replied.

Elena rose from the table and zipped up her catsuit. She glanced at Lena and raised an eyebrow. “Would you like to join us?”

“Huh?” Lena gasped, cheeks bright red. “M-Me?”

“You seem like you might be interested. You certainly seemed to be… enjoying our conversation.”

“N-No way,” Lena grumbled. “Keep me out of your… weird… pervy stuff.”

“If you insist.” Elena sauntered towards the exit, Morgan trailing closely behind, her eyes glued to Elena’s leather-clad ass as it swung from left to right.

As Anna and Kasumi followed them, Anna looked back at Lena, sitting at the table with Barbara. Lena’s pants were down around her ankles, and she kept looking around the room nervously, as if someone was going to catch her doing something. One of her hands was tight around her mouth, and the other was down between her legs, gently stroking her penis. Oh, that’s what Elena meant by her “enjoying” the conversation! Well, I’m glad she’s finally starting to let loose a little bit. She really needs to be more laid-back.

Morgan sat completely still on the edge of the bed as Elena wrote on her body. Anna watched with rapt attention; she was still getting used to the idea of Morgan and Elena being together, let alone Morgan being a sub. She was normally so loud and outspoken, never one to change herself to suit someone else’s interests. To see her submit willingly to Elena, letting herself be bossed around and humiliated, was incredibly strange yet undeniably hot.

“Incredibly strange yet undeniably hot” also described how Anna felt about her dorm room. She hadn’t been in here for a few days, but it had changed a lot. The air reeked of sex, no doubt the smell of Elena breaking in countless pets over the past week, and there were dozens of sex toys lining the shelves which once held books and other knick-knacks. On top of that, all of Elena’s old clothes were gone, replaced with various latex and leather outfits befitting a dominatrix.

Kasumi flicked through Elena’s wardrobe, admiring the collection. Anna knew the expression on Kasumi’s face very well; whenever she fixated on something, she always had this wide-eyed, manic energy in her eyes. She’d had that look ever since she stepped foot in Elena’s room. When her eyes were on Elena, they weren’t filled with lust. She didn’t want to fuck Elena; she wanted to be Elena, to be dominant and powerful and sexy just like she was.

“All done!” Elena chirped. She stepped away from Morgan so Anna and Kasumi could admire her handiwork. She hadn’t written as much this time as she had the other day, but what was there was just as degrading and hot. “Property of Elena” was written across Morgan’s chest, with a long arrow pointing down between her breasts towards her cunt, where the words “Use me!” were drawn. Elena had Morgan turn around, revealing more words right above her ass: “Owned slut.” Finally, the letters W, H, R and E were drawn on Morgan’s face; Anna wasn’t sure what it meant until Morgan made an “O” shape with her mouth, her black lipstick finishing the word “whore.”

“Bra-vo!” Kasumi clapped. “Mmm, that looks great! Morgan, how do you feel about Elena writing on you?”

“God, it’s so fucking hot,” Morgan purred. “I love being a canvas for her words. It’s like I’m a walking piece of art.”

“More like a billboard!” Elena giggled. “All these signs showing to the world that you belong to me.” She grabbed Morgan’s ass and squeezed hard. “And you love belonging to me, don’t you, slut?”

“Mmmhh, y-yes,” Morgan gasped. “More than anything…”

Anna bit her lip and slid a hand between her legs. This feels so weird… it’s so unlike Morgan to act like this, but it’s still so hot…

“Would you like me to try it on you?” Kasumi asked Anna.

“Yes, definitely,” Anna nodded. “Just don’t, like, draw a dick on my face or anything.”

“Why would that even…” Kasumi chuckled and shook her head. “Whatever.” She took the marker from Elena and motioned for Anna to lay down on her old bed. She crawled on top of Anna, pulling the cap off the marker and licking her lips. “Now, what should I write…?”

“Call her a ‘dumb bitch,’” Morgan laughed. “You two wanted to do some pet play, right?”

“True, but…” Kasumi furrowed her brow. “But she’s not dumb. Or a bitch – well, not in that way, at least. I don’t want this to be degrading or humiliating, more…”

“Playful?” Elena chimed in.

“Yeah. That, and, um… I guess more loving? I dunno, calling her a ‘dumb bitch’ feels mean.” Kasumi looked down at Anna and stroked her cheek. “What do you think?”

“I’m not really feeling the ‘dumb bitch’ idea either,” Anna replied. “Maybe, uh… something like, ‘good puppy?’”

Kasumi smiled. “I like that.” She leaned down and grabbed one of Anna’s breasts, writing the phrase on it. “Now, what else… Elena, any ideas?”

“Try to think of words that Anna would want,” Elena said. “Words that turn her on, or signify your relationship.”

“Okay, uh… ‘slut?’”

Anna frowned. “Eh.”

“‘Pet?’”

“Kinda covered by the ‘good puppy’ thing, don’t you think?”

“True, true…” Kasumi tapped her chin. “‘Slave?’”

“Ohhhh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, go with that.”

Kasumi grinned. “You got it.” She grabbed Anna’s other breast and started writing, but Anna knew she was writing down more than just one word. “All done!” Kasumi announced. She pulled Anna upright and spun her so she was facing Elena and Morgan. “What do you think?”

“Your penmanship sucks,” Morgan chuckled.

“Don’t be rude, Morgan,” Elena smirked, “this is her first time writing on another girl’s tits. I think you did a lovely job, Kasumi.”

“Lemme see!” Anna said, hopping up off the bed and rushing to the standing mirror. “I know you wrote more than you said you would!”

When she saw how she looked, she could hardly recognize herself. Even though she knew she wasn’t dressed any differently than how she always did, it was still strangely shocking to see her naked body with only a collar and pasties. She wasn’t very good at reading backwards text, but she could tell that one of her breasts said “good puppy,” just like she wanted. But the other one… That looks like a “K,” then…

Anna’s eyes widened. “Kasumi’s slave.” Oh, god, I’m Kasumi’s slave. She felt happy tears welling up. I’m Kasumi’s slave. Kasumi is my Mistress. Holy shit, holy shit… that feels… so… incredible…

“Oh, slave?” Kasumi called out.

Anna spun around, grinning from ear to ear. “Yes, Mistress?”

Kasumi held up a leash. “Sit.”

Anna quickly dropped to her knees. “Like this?”

“Mhm! Goooooood puppy.” Kasumi ruffled Anna’s hair and smiled warmly. She knelt down in front of Anna and clasped the leash to Anna’s collar. “Do you like what I wrote?”

“Oh, yes, Mistress,” Anna purred. “I love it! Thank you so so much!”

“No, thank you. For being so obedient and open to… all of this.” Kasumi kissed Anna on the forehead before turning to Elena. “Um, do you have any more of the, uh… accessories?”

Elena chuckled. “Of course! Morgan, be a dear and help this puppy look the part.”

“Yes, Miss Elena,” Morgan replied. She pulled a plastic container out from under Anna’s old bed and rifled through it, pulling out a dog-ear headband and a butt plug with a tail attached to it. She handed them off to Kasumi. “Go nuts.”

“Thanks.” Kasumi stared at the butt plug and took a shaky breath. “Gosh, that’s… that’s something else. Puppy, have you ever had anything in your ass before?”

“N-No, Mistress,” Anna replied, blushing. “But if you want it for me, I’ll do it.”

“Well, of course you would,” Kasumi chuckled. She placed the headband on Anna’s head and motioned for her to turn around. Then, she slowly slid the butt plug into Anna, giving her plenty of encouragement and support as she got used to the sensation.

Finally, Kasumi stood up and admired her work. “Anna, I have to say, you make an adorable puppy.”

Anna beamed. “Aw, thank you, Mis–”

“Ah!” Kasumi interrupted, wagging a finger at Anna. “I think you’re forgetting something.” She leaned down, grinning wolfishly. “Puppies can’t talk.”

“O-Oh, um…” Anna swallowed. “Woof?”

Kasumi cackled and scratched Anna under her chin. “Aw, that’s perfect! Good puppy!”

“Arf! Arf!” Anna barked, giggling to herself at how silly it all felt. But it’s a good kind of silly, right? It’s fun, and it’s really turning me on, so… why not be a little silly?

“Puppy, do you wanna go for walkies?” Kasumi asked.

Anna nodded and stuck her tongue out, panting.

“I think that’s a yes!” Kasumi picked up Anna’s leash and tugged on it, pulling Anna in close. “You’re really okay going out like this?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” Anna whispered back. “It’s… maybe a little embarrassing, but fuck it. I want people to know I belong to you.”

“That’s my girl.” Kasumi kissed Anna on the forehead and ruffled her hair. “Alright, puppy. Let’s go for your walk.”

Anna yipped and wagged her tail – or at least her butt. Kasumi thanked Elena and Morgan for their help before opening the door and leading her new puppy out into the world.