Katy fingered the metal on the beautiful, sturdy dog collar. She thought about the wild abandon she had felt as Clara turned her into a dog—or at least imagined it—and wanted to experience it again.
Katy checked her door to make sure it was locked. She let her silky robe slip off her body and stood nude before the full length mirror on the back of her door. She buckled the collar around her own neck and stood there looking at herself. Suddenly she was overcome with a desire to be fucked—by Buster! She imagined the strong heft of him riding her back as his cock found the soft wetness of her pussy.