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“This is your training collar, Jessie You ear this, and this alone, into lock it on you Only I can take it off Understand?”

“Yes, Master”

Austin walked behind her, and she felt hiht and felt cool against her skin When she heard him lock it, she definitely knew she was under his control

“Good Now, you can coate, and Jessie followed

Chapter Three

Jessie’s ate and into his garden It was as if they’d been transported froarden impacted her with its sense of harmony with nature At least an acre of nature was presented in a fluid, organized way to delight the onlooker

Large boulders flanked the pond, strearasses filled the space like a tapestry of color She didn’t have time to take it all in as Austin sped to the door She raced to stay in step with him

He opened the door and led her inside to an entrance space Jessie realized the Japanese theme didn’t end outside but continued inside as well There was no furniture here He took off his boots, placing them in a cubby by the door The floor was covered in strawpicture scroll

A sliding screen ht ahead Austin opened it and motioned her to follow The next space had a low table with four floor pillows on it There was a large wooden chest, with a teapot and cups on its shelves Another screen was in front of them He opened it, and moved deeper into the house She trailed behind

When they went into the next roo like the garden or the other spaces she’d seen

“Welcoeon, pet”

The walls were black There was a sink and cabinets against the back wall The space was very discreet, having no s Even the lighting seelow She saw all sorts of things around the room—shackles and cuffs, paddles and whips, benches and chairs, chains and ropes, and so much more The private roo quite like this Seeing his domain didn’t put her off one bit Instead, it made her want to burrow into his hard, muscled chest

“No tiet started” His voice rumbled like an earthquake, and he pulled her closer to hiotten about your punishive you What do you think about that?”

“I’m not sure, Master” Her cheeks heated up as he touched her cheek ever so softly

“You’re not lying Good girl” He stopped touching her cheek and released the collar’s ring He pointed to a small wooden stool next to the table in the h she’d never been on a dairy farined the stool would fit in perfectly in such a place The table ree therapist’s table with its face rest where you could see the floor below But it was different There were no soft sheets that draped over it Instead, it rapped in black leather Also, it was a bit larger and had cuffs attached to it, obviously for a person’s wrists and ankles