Cal slowed down as he fled, and looked back furtively. Katy was right, the collar did have a seductive draw. And it held tremendous power, a power he knew he could handle better than Katy.
Now he could see the situation with crystal clarity—by putting the collar on him, Katy wasn’t trying to let him share the power. No, she was trying to use the collar’s power to enslave him. In that instant he knew what he had to do. It was Katy who would be enslaved. By him.
He went up to his room to get a baseball bat, just in case the situation would call for force. As he passed Katy’s room he saw that the door was slightly ajar. Inside, on the floor, was an odd-shaped object. He went in and picked it up.
It was a double pronged dildo, one end unmistakably shaped like a dog’s penis. He flashed back to the moment when his own member had begun to take the same form. In a flash, almost as though this inanimate object were speaking to him, he understood how the magic worked… the collar filled its human wearer with animal lust, but this dildo would turn the woman into the bitch. All the male had to do, it seemed, was wear the collar and fuck a dog… or a woman who had been a dog.
Cal walked slowly downstairs, still naked, clutching the bat in one hand, the dildo in the other. He crept quietly through the basement, and through the small tunnel leading to his hideout.