“Lori, number 3.” The voice comes over the little speaker and a grin traces its way across my lips. I am Lori and my owner is behind door number 3.
I am sitting at the little makeup desk in my office. I pick up the black leather collar and buckle it around my neck. I love the way it feels, just snug enough that if my owner tugs, it bites a bit. I like that. Pain is a good reminder, a good teacher.
Are you going to watch me? Here, sit here in my dressing room and watch the television. See, you can see my master there. He can wait a few moments, it only makes it better.
What? Wow, you don’t have to be so judgmental. You have no idea who I am or what happens here. I mean, let’s not forget, a few seconds ago, you said you were a little intimidated by…all of this.
Here, let’s see if I can’t put some things in perspective, help you to understand what you are about to watch or witness or whatever you want to call it.