Thursdays. 7pm.
The collar always came first, locking around her neck with a soft click as she stood obediently under the tingling sensation of his hands. Then he would use his hands to cup her breasts from behind, pinching her nipples between his rough fingertips as she moaned wantonly.
Finally, his hard hand would cup her between her thighs, his palm rubbing salaciously against her swollen clitoris as his fingertips teased the sensitive slit between her vaginal folds. He would have her coming in minutes around his hand, smirking as he whispered all the ways he would make her his.