The tracker on my ankle doesn't obligate me, though I'll admit that it makes things...messy...but it's the look in his eye, the one that says he wants me, intends to have me, that I shouldn't resist falling to my knees yet again for him, because he knows I'll take it any way I can, and Peter knows, as I pull out his cock in the 15th floor restroom and dutifully start sucking, that I may never obey him completely out there, but I'll always be his collared bitch down here -- always.

Diana/Christie -- Getting her pregnant