Once you and Zack is finished, please take the tape out of the camera and place it on the stand in the living room,” he says. “Me and my boys are going out to the bar tonight, I have a camera set up to record you fucking Zack. Pulling up a chair beside of me he begins to tell me how he wants this night to plan out. Once I make it to the carpeted area of this medium-sized room filled with a few boxes and chairs, Daniel tells me to sit down. Already scared out of my wits that this is a set up my heart starts to race. Already knowing the reason I showed up, he takes me inside and pulls me into the direction of his basement. I ring the doorbell and Daniel greets me. Black toe polish, black fishnets, plaid mini skirt, black thong, black tank top, collar, and a leash. Taking a moment to look over myself, I want to make sure I look perfect for this occasion. I arrive at Daniels home at exactly 7:30PM. Recently received an email listing his name and place with a request to come over and have some canine fun. This story takes place at a stranger’s home out in the country.
