Mar 31, 2018
Claimed Girl | Open
From the moment the collar had been locked around her neck Rosaline had been at Tru’s side pestering the Domme constantly for kisses or small gestures of affection. She knew it was inevitable but still pouted when Tru told her it was time for them to work through their guests separately though it was phrased as “divide and conquer” which made Rosaline laugh.
As she moved through the room Rosaline’s grin was a permanent fixture and her hand kept rising the touch the collar around her neck. She found herself near the food table and picked up one of the R2-D2 cookies. “These look too good to eat, I’ll feel guilty,” she said to the person next to her.