"You're not too bad yourself," Paul laughed, and she dropped to her knees, waiting patiently as Paul grabbed her leash off the mantle and walked back over to her, clipping it into her collar.

"Take me to bed?" She whimpered, and Paul nodded.

"Come along, kitten," He told her, and she followed him obediently up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

"You, uh, you don't really want me to start pimping you out, do you?" Paul asked as he undressed, sheepishly looking away.

"No, silly, of course not!" She laughed, stripping herself naked and lying down on the bed, watching him undress. "I don't want to be a real...