"That one is mine, Daddy.” She smirks as she walks up to him and digs through the chest, pulling out a black collar. “This one can be yours.” She kisses his cheek and opens up her closet.
He looks up at her words and blushes. He knows that she will look absolutely gorgeous wearing the collar for him. Seeing her holding a black collar makes his heart skip and he tries hard not to whimper at the thought of her making him hers completely by presenting him with his own collar. "Thank you Mistress."
“Now the sexy nurse costume or the sexy police costume?” She holds up two scanty outfits.
He feels his straining against his zipper as he looks at the two outfits. Honey would look fucking hot as hell in either of them. He bit his lip nervously as he ran his hand through his curls. "They're both very sexy. The nurse this weekend. Please Mistress." He says his voice is thick with arousal.
- Magnus Martinsson
"Thank you Mistress."
“You are welcome, my naughty boy.” she kisses his cheek.
“Now the sexy nurse costume or the sexy police costume?” She holds up two scanty outfits.
He feels his straining against his zipper as he looks at the two outfits. Honey would look fucking hot as hell in either of them. He bit his lip nervously as he ran his hand through his curls. "They're both very sexy. The nurse this weekend. Please Mistress." He says his voice is thick with arousal.
“Done.” she shoves it into the bag along with a pair of white high heels and then goes back to the dresser to grab the coordinating stockings.  “I think that should do for the weekend.” Â
She pulls Magnus’s shirt off and then her shirt before shimmying out of her skirt. She puts on a matching black lace bra and thong before tugging on a pair of skintight jeans and a tight t-shirt and sneakers. Â
She packs Magnus’s shirt and then packs up all the toys he picked.  “Come on, baby. Let’s go back to your place.” She grabs his hand and exits the room, smiling.
As she steps out into the common room, ready to leave, counting her blessings that her bitch of her roommate. And then she hears it.
“Well, look who finally came home from whoring, the little slut.” She spins to see her roommate standing there, wearing an expression as thought she ate a lemon. Â
She drops Magnus’s hand and her head drops.  “I...I...”
