So now there's a girl who has grown, and displayed her desire to be owned. She's bought a collar and leash because she wants to feel both the pleasure and that tinge of belonging. Yes, it's only online, but her intention is to work towards meeting. This girl, wild, has a genuine interest. The conversations sometimes last half a day at a time, with odd breaks here and there. At the next opportunity after she'd shown the collar, I asked if she was enjoying her purchase. The reply that she'd worn it all night, made me smile. Just like a big kid with a new toy. And she hankered after more. So, I explained that in the language control, if the words 'we', ' us', or 'our' are used, then they've to be weitten, 'W/we', 'U/us', or 'O/our', again to show hierarchy. Then, she had two further routines to which she must always attend. The firms being that every morning, once woken, she sends a text, asking how I slept. It was always a question, so must follow protocol, and should be varied, so that it didn't become a copy and paste exercise. She understood. Then at the end of the day, just as she might begin to feel herself drifting off to sleep, she should lie on her favourite side, and cross her wrists. It didn't need words, and it perhaps didn't mean as much, as I couldn't see her doing it. But the situation was generated, and could be asked about at any time, just to see if she complied. I checked whether she'd like to fit these into her routine. Her response was very positive. The question of clubbing arose, as she had been obliged to seek permission for going out and then, nearer the time, presenting three outfits that she thought were suitable for the occasion, from which I chose the definitive outfit for the night. It was Saturday daytime when the phone pinged, notifying that picture images had been received. "Sir, Your property presents three outfits that it likes for tonight and it awaits Your consideration on which one it should wear, Sir." I looked them over. A pleasurable fashion show met My eyes. "I thank you for your offerings, wild and will reply shortly, after My deliberations." " Sir, thank You, Sir. " Clubbing was a hot activity. I knew from My own offspring, when at Uni, that dressing very differently and the routine of alcohol games, followed by taxis to and from venues, was the order of events. City life, certainly had its benefits, as far as opportunities for exciting socialising was concerned. So outfits ranged from semi revealing, loose body suits with no hint of underwear, to different top and skirt, or different top again and leggings that looked as though they'd been painted on. Her long, straight, black locks had been transformed into a single long braid, which she brought round over one shoulder. Make up hadn't been done, as she was bathing and then doing makeup later, but promised a final image of the total 'look'. Mulling over which to choose, was very enjoyable. I decided that the black lace top and leggings, with platform heels would be very suitable. The lace top generally hid the lack of a bra. She'd mentioned previously that her small breasts, which had a tendency to have a quite wide cleavage, nipples pointing slightly in different directions, weren't her best feature and she constantly felt self conscious about them. Both nipples were pierced. I informed wild of My choice, which she liked and she mentioned that she would be wearing a thong, as the leggings were very revealing and any slight tightness might just embarrass her front contour. I did ask for a report, at some stage as to how her evening went, to which she confirmed that she would, if she could remember what happened. Alcohol fog? Something like that. "Sir, this sub is bi, Sir. Sir, may it be excused, if it pleases You, Sir? Sir it's running a bit behind schedule, Sir." She's certainly got a knack of dropping bombshells. I really must ask a little more about her female interests, if she wants to explain. The shy, nervousness was peeling away, and her true colours were slowly being further revealed. I perhaps now knew why her parents were always telling her to behave, when she was allowed out. 'Wild' appeared to have been a very good choice of name.