Kneeling beside "The Mother of Anarchy", my skin tight, scandalously short leopard print mini-tube dress disheveled, runs in my fishnet stockings, bright pink heels still clinging to my feet. My big, flowing, waist-long platinum blonde hair is a tousled mess. There are hand prints across my cheeks. Several coils of silk rope bind me - my hands are tied tight behind my back, with several loops wrapped around my shoulders and upper arms. My thick, toned thighs are tied together, along with my ankles. A hot-pink SLUT collar is wrapped around my neck. I nod and softly moan,
"Your Mother of Anarchy beat me in a catfight.. she's far more better than me.. she beat me up, slapped me around.. even used my own ropes to tie me up, and collar me.. she captured me, and now I belong to her..she owns Mama Silk.. I belong to DOA.. and DOA is the greatest.."
I slump my shoulders and bow my head submissively..