Slowly, he pulled on Emily's leash and caused the collar to tighten. "Tell me, Emily… What are you?"
The leashed girl gasped as panic appeared in her eyes. Her addled mind was a mess of lust mixed with a desire to please her Daddy. "E— Emily is… Daddy's…obedient…devoted…. goth-kitty…. slave….?"
Erik snorted. He wasn't happy with that answer, so he used her leash to pull her up a little, tightening the collar even more. "Gah—!" she gasped, while Erik narrowed his eyes. "Almost, Emily, but not quite. You missed something, so now you have one more chance to get it right. Don't, and you will not get to cum."
Emily panted, her breaths a little squeaky from the rapidly closing airways. Her panic increased. She wanted to get it right. She needed to cum, to please him.
She wracked her confused mind to find the answer, and tried again. "E— Emily is…Daddy's…. obedient…devoted…goth-kitty…slave-wife…?"
