Keep Telling Yourself, "It's For The Money..." (PsionicCuttlefish & Maybug)

[PsionicCuttlefish]

I spread my arms out wide over the back of my couch as I tilted my head back and let out a long sigh through my wolf-muzzle.

Man, I was bored as shit.

Three days and I, Jonah Coleman, was still waiting. Sure, 'patience is a virtue' and all that, but truth be told, I'm just used to getting what I want. I inherited millions from my dad's corporation, but I didn't care about the family business or doing any real work to make that fortune bigger. My brother was fine working to take over for our dad one day, he was the one with real ambition. Let him bust his ass working the books all day. Me? I just put my money in diversified investments and stocks and kept an eye on them to get a steady income stream, large enough to fuel my perferred lifestyle, and called it a day. I already had more money than I knew what to do with, why bother trying to make shitloads more? The zeroes just blurred together after awhile anyway. I had my house--a nice 'compact' mansion-kind-of-deal, three stories high with nice and pretty with whites and golds and good molding. My own small private estate, on the edge of the big city. Cozy and quiet. No "second homes" in a bunch of different countries, no yachts or private jets that would have actually drained my wealth, and were things I didn't care much about anyway.

I sighed again and tilted my head back forward, long having lost interest in whatever show I put my massive wall-TV on. I flicked it off with the remote and looked down at my bare chest and the nice pants I was wearing. I was a gorgeous motherfucker if I do say so myself. A nice light-brown-and-cream coat of fur on a lean body, but well-toned and rugged. I had neck-length cream-hair back in a ponytail and some sexy bangs over my pale blue eyes. I was a bad boy. Always going out to parties to have a good time, cruised for one-night-stand-chicks at bars all over the city, had one hell of an entertainment system, but...lately? I'd been wanting something more. Sure, with my good looks and money, I could get any girlfriend I wanted, but ugh that would still take some work and I'd have to be nice and listen to what she wants. No...I wanted a girl I could own, a female that would be all mine to use and abuse however I wanted. My money and connections also gave me access to some 'special products' I was intending to use...some I had already used on myself for enhancement. I frequented my local BDSM clubs, and was well familiar with exactly what I wanted. Oh, being a full-time dom would admittedly still be 'work', a lot of it, in some ways more than just getting a girlfriend normally but...it'd be work that I would enjoy. Yet, three days, and I was still waiting for someone to knock on my door for the personal ad I had put online three days ago...



WANTED: FEMALE TO BE MY 24/7 SLAVE FOR MONTH OR LONG-TERM, 30K+ PAYMENT

BASICS:
My name is Jonah Coleman [picture attached], age 27, and I am seeking a female to enter into a 24/7 Master and Slave-Pet BDSM relationship with me, for a pre-set amount of time. I will be dominant and do with you as I wish (details below) by training you to serve and pleasure me, there won't be safewords and disobedience will be punished, however you can leave any time you want. Food, lodging, and care will be provided, although you are not allowed to leave my house without me unless terminating the relationship. If you can stay as my slave for thirty days, then at the end of it I will cut a check for 30,000$ to you, and you may leave. Birth control will be provided. Additionally, if you choose to stay on for a full year after the first month, you will receive 500,000$ For further negotiations beyond that, see details below. This offer is first-come first-serve basis, I will take in the first girl who meets my requirements and close this offer, though I will re-open if a girl leaves or fails to live up to expectations. Arrive at [address enclosed] with all prior commitments tied up and the documentation specified below.

I require my female: (NONE OF THESE ARE NEGOTIABLE)
-to be between the ages 18 and 30, younger and less-experienced is preferable (I want to have the satisfaction of breaking and training from the ground-up)
-to be free of any STDs (bring your birth certificate and a medical report when you come to my house)
-must already have D-cup breasts at minimum
-must live in the city, or come from a reasonably nearby location

<Go to next page for details>

DETAILS:
One-month commitment--you will be subjected to strong BDSM aspects, including but not limited to:
-Sexual training on how to please a male with your body
-Commanded to perform housework and cook meals
-Bondage and sexual torment
-Painful discipline for disobedience, or sometimes because I feel like it
-Occasional public 'scene', but otherwise not allowed out on your own
-Occasional gangbang as I share you with friends
-Body modification, including but not limited to piercings, breast-enhancement, etc. (nothing irreversible)
-Milking, you will be given treatments to induce lactation (also reversible)
-And much more...

One-year commitment--if you last for a month and choose to stay on for an additional year, much will remain the same with a few differences:
--You will be given 'days off' to spend the money you have earned and anything else you would like to do
--I will breed you: birth control will stop, and I will impregnate you. You will carry and birth my child.

Further commitment--If you choose not to stay past one year of service, you will receive the 500,000$ promised and I will keep the child. If you wish to remain past one year, then we will effectively enter into a marriage, and you will gain joint access to my accounts and help me raise my child, though our BDSM relationship will continue. Further breeding possible.



It was a pretty intimidating ad, I knew, but I was hoping the carrots would be good enough to bite for a young girl with not much better to do. Breeding was probably especially intimidating even though that was for a long-term commitment only, but my life was completely stable and I wasn't getting any younger, I'd welcome having a kid around. Or even a 'wife', albeit a BDSM wife. Oh, and I also had made sure to geographically restrict the ad to only appearing to people in the same city. Didn't want some girl moving in from states away only for her to realize she can't handle me only to get dumped in a city with no money and nowhere to go. Fuck, I may have wanted a girl I can rough up as I please, but I wasn't heartless.

I was just about to set my entertainment system to some porn just to pass the time when all of a sudden, I heard my doorbell ring! I jolted up, my ears flicking at attention. Could it be? A female answered the ad, at last? Fucking finally! I quickly threw on a button-up vest, covering my bare chest while leaving my beefy arms showing. With that, I rushed down two hallways from my entertainment room to my front double-door, and after checking the peephole and seeing that my excitement was not unfounded, I pulled open one of the doors to get a good look at the female who would hopefully be my sex-slave for at least the next month...

 

[Maybug]

Chelsea Ceaton

Slumping down in the cold metal chair, I brushed my fingers through my blond hair while staring at my dollar coffee. For hours I had been out job hunting, applying anywhere and everywhere with no luck. If it wasn't for this particular coffee shop's 'pay it forward' program, I wouldn't have been able to even get this cheap ass coffee. Almost a week ago the last of my savings had dried up, and now, if I didn't find something soon, there was not a doubt in my mind that I could end up on the street. My two roommates could only cover my half of the rent for so long, after all.

It wasn't as if I had no qualifications! Ever since I was 16, I had been on my own, working in kitchens and scrubbing dishes just to get by. Now, at 19, the restaurant I had worked for closed down just a couple months prior, leaving me high and dry, my one-thousand in savings was depleted and making matters worse, it was the off-season for hiring. I'm a hard ass worker and I learn quick, dammit! There has to be something out there! Being a hard worker was great and all, but unfortunately, it didn't make up for not having some sort of college degree in this town. I had learned a thing or two about cooking while working in the kitchen, and maybe someday going to school for culinary arts would be doable, but for now... anything would do.

"What a long damn day..." I sigh out, glad the coffee shop was busy enough that no one was paying attention to me. Taking a sip from my coffee, I pulled my phone out to check out my usual sites for job advertisements. One small plus to this day was that the coffee shop had free wifi, and since skimming off of other's wifi was my only way to get internet access, it was a blessing. As I scrolled through a few of the job listing and other things, one specifically caught my eye.

WANTED: FEMALE TO BE MY 24/7 SLAVE FOR MONTH OR LONG-TERM, 30K+ PAYMENT

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes. "That is ridiculous..." but of course, I had to click the link. What harm was there in checking out the posting just for fun? As I read over the listing, taking note of how detailed and planned out it was, my eyes grew wide, shocked at how brazen this male was. He wants a literal sex slave! Painful discipline...? Why would anyone want that sort of thing....? But after every line I read, I would catch myself glancing back up at the 30K+ payment. "30 days..." By the time I had finished my coffee I had read over the term and conditions almost half a dozen times. It says if someone showed up that this post would be closed and it's currently still open... To even be considering this sent a shiver down my spine, the fur on my tail raising. I had never seen myself as the sort to sell my body, but thirty grand in thirty days! I could do something like this right? All my friend's said I had a rather high pain tolerance, so that should be no issue. Some of it even sounded interesting, well, the bondage anyways.

The longer I sat and thought about it, the harder it was becoming to resist the temptation. Needing to think this over just a bit longer, I settled on going back to my apartment to sleep on it, making sure to save all the important info in my phone. "If the ad is still there in the morning... I'll do this," I told myself as I left the coffee shop, quick on my heels to get home with my hands stuffed in my jean pockets.

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I found myself standing at the front door to the mansion that belongs to my soon to be, hmmm... Master? Or whatever he'll want me to call him, and I was stuck, staring at the doorbell. How did I get here?

This morning I woke up and the first thing I checked was that listing. It's there. Of course it was there! No women would be insane enough to do this! Right? Soon though, I was showered and dressed, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a purple blouse that matched my eyes, with the added bonus of it showing off the cleavage to my size F breasts. Once I had filled up a backpack with clothing, my phone, bathroom supplies and lastly the paperwork required, I wrote a note for my roommates that were both already off to work. I wanted them to know I would be gone for the month but would pay them back every penny I owed once I was back. Then out the door I went.

Hitching a ride out to Jonah's place had been the easy part, but pushing that doorbell? Not so much. "It's 30 grand. I can do this." As my legs started to shake and my tail tucked between them, I took in a deep breath, pushing the doorbell right as I released that breath. No going back now.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

I swung the door open ninety degrees, standing right in the middle of the entrance with my rugged male bulk, one arm reaching out to hold the edge of the door I just opened while the other arm braced on the door that was still closed, slightly 'blocking' the doorway. Probably gave me a more menacing look that I intended, but...

FUKKIN' GREAT TITS!

Damn, I had to keep my mouth closed to avoid drooling! Standing right there in my doorway was a criminally cute feline-girl with a smokin' huge rack underneath her blouse. I was damn lucky that the first girl on my doorstep was already so big, but hell, I was gonna make her even bigger! ...Assuming she didn't run away, of course.

Well, I stood their in silence for several moments, me in my black pants and black vest with my buff brown-furred arms in full view and my cream-colored bangs partially hanging over my eyes, though they did nothing to hide me shamelessly looking the sweet feline-girl up and down from head to toe with a slowly spreading predatory grin on my muzzle. Holy fuck, but I was really hoping this hot bitch would be able to make the cut and last at least a month. Fucking this kitty for thirty days would do wonders for my boredom...I took in more details of the female before me, like her soft-looking beige fur, the snug blue jeans she was wearing that very nicely hinted at her sweet legs, and the adorably eye-matching purple blouse she was wearing that gave a good look at her gorgeously fat tits, and also that she had large backpack that looked full. I couldn't wait to spread those legs open and toy with those tits, and it looked like she brought everything she thought she'd need. Heh. She had no idea. I looked in her face, studying her eyes, her expression, the way she carried herself. I did still remember some shit I had be taught in the cutthroat world of business and politics, like how to carefully read someone at just a glance. She seemed...nervous. It didn't escape my notice how her tail was tucked between her legs. She looked like she was trying her best to put on a brave face, but otherwise held herself like she didn't have too much of a high opinion of herself, or otherwise just wasn't very confident in herself yet. She looked uncertain of being here, but desperate enough to force herself into it. Well, that was fine by me...

I kept up the silence for several long moments, letting my masculine presence do the talking for me at first, before I finally opened my mouth. "So...you must be here about my online ad." I stated confidently, in my low, smooth rumble of a voice. I finally relaxed my doorway-filling posture and reached out a hand with upturned palm towards her, while my other arm kept braced on the door, though now my elbow was hanging low instead of propped up. "Got your documentation, I presume." I said, waiting for her to put the two official pieces of paper into my hand that I needed. Just needed to verify her age and that she had a clean bill of health. Not that I at all expected there would be any problem, if she had gotten this far to my doorstep, no way she came without either legit documents or some really convincing fakes, though she didn't look under 18 either. But hey, never skip the details. Read every contract, word-for-word, don't let someone pull the wool over your eyes. I'd been taught well, even if I didn't care to apply the lessons of my upbringing much.

 

[Maybug]

As soon as the front door opened, I froze, my breath hitching in my throat. I had peeked at the picture he attached to the listing, but daaaamn. That had barely done him justice, not to mention, he was far more intimidating in person. Is it already too late to turn back...? Yes. I'm doing this and that's final. I need the money, simple as that. Taking in a deep breath, I squared up my shoulders and gathered the courage to look him in the eyes. Of course, his gaze seemed to be elsewhere, stopping at my chest more than anywhere else. With my left hand holding my bookbag up on my shoulder, I used my other hand to brush a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. I had thrown my blond hair up in a cute ponytail before heading out, but with all the wind outside it was now all a mess.

When he finally spoke I felt my cheeks heating beneath my fur, his masculine voice sending a shiver down my spine. Muscular and toned, a sexy ass voice, and an intense stare. Was this male from a freaking romance novel!? Quickly shoving away the sensual thoughts coming to mind, I reminded myself why I was here. He wants a slave, just a toy to play with, not to be ogled at or romanced by some strange woman.

With his hand held out, my cheeks heated further as he asked for my paperwork. Setting my pack down on the porch, I bent down and dug through my stuff for the papers that had somehow ended up at the bottom of the bag. "S-sorry, I didn't realize I had packed this so tight..." I stuttered, handing the paperwork up to him as soon as I located it all while trying to hide the fact that my hand was shaking just enough to be noticeable.

Certificate of Birth
Chelsea Ceaton, born 10:45 A.M., April 16th, 1999 at Saint Mary's Hospital.

My medical report had hopefully everything that he required. It mentioned on there about my two-month birth control shot, dated for when I had received the paperwork just a month ago. It was perfect timing, really, since in a month I would have to go back for another one. I had even had STD tests ran that were shown on the sheet. After finding out my small dicked boyfriend of one year had cheated on me (Right after losing my job, of course!), I had to make sure he hadn't gifted me something from his tramp. Now that that was over and done with, here I was. 30k, here I come! I hope...

"S-so... everything look good?" I asked in a voice a little too high and squeaky for comfort as I stood back up, grabbing onto the top handle of the bookbag. With him blocking the doorway, I would have to stand up on my tiptoes to look over his shoulder if I wanted to see inside his place, but was quick to decide against that. Instead, with my ears twitching, I nervously switched back and forth between putting my weight on one leg or the other, waiting for him to respond.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Heh, that was cute, how she seemed to freeze like the proverbial deer in the headlights after I opened the door. I noticed how she then tried to collect herself and look me in the eyes...and she wasn't very good at hiding it, I could detect a glint of dazed awe in her eyes even though I wasn't directly returning her gaze. Her mussed-up hair, in a ponytail almost like mine, also had a small sexy-endearing charm to it. It also did not escape my notice how she started blushing as soon as I began talking. That was adorable, and my presence was having exactly the intended effect, it seemed. Ohh, I was sure she was gonna be a tasty bitch. I watched with a silent but heavy stare as she took off her backpack to embarrassedly rummage through it and get the demanded papers. She was so disorganized and mentally scattered. I was going to love whipping her into proper shape. I grasped the papers when she handed them to me, but very deliberately kept my gaze focused on her for several more silent seconds, still with a smirk on my face, before I finally looked down to check them over.

"Chelsea, huh? Cute name..." I mused aloud, not bothering to introduce myself as I ignored her and read the birth certificate, noting that she was nineteen, almost twenty years old--I raised an eyebrow. Today was the third of April, her birthday was this month, in almost two weeks? This chick was really giving herself to me during the month of her own birthday? Oh, this was precious...maybe I'll think of something 'special' for then. But, cross that bridge when we get to it. Still studiously keeping my eyes on her papers and ignoring her as I flipped through them, I reviewed her medical report. Beautiful, she was in near-perfect health, not a malady to her, and...oh, that was interesting. She had a two-month birth-control shot a month ago? I'd probably start her on the birth control I had available in the last week or two, just to be safe, but that was still good to know. It wasn't in her report, but I also wouldn't be surprised if she were having some minor back pains from carrying around those heavy guns of hers, and I was only going to make that "worse"...but, I had ways of keeping her in good health regardless, once I started molding her as I saw fit.

I finally shuffled the papers back together and looked up to Chelsea and nodded at her. "Yep, it does look like everything is in order, Chelly. You're certainly qualified enough to serve me..." I said, emphasizing how I said the abbreviation of her name--I was going to call her what I want, whether she liked it or not. And at mentioning her being 'qualified', I made a point to again intentionally and shamelessly stare directly at her breasts and not her face. However, she was still fairly young, a little younger than I had even been expecting. Was she really ready for this? Well, she must have read the ad, so surely she knew what's in store for her. Still...I wanted it to be clear, absolutely clear, that it was her choice to come to me. Surreptitiously, with one of my hands behind the door and out of her sight, I flipped a switch on the door's intercom to 'record' mode. "Let's be clear on this, Chelly." I said, lifting my chin up a fraction in natural superiority, while I spoke in a strong, enunciated voice. "You come into my home, and I'm going to do a lot of shit to you. Some of it's not gonna be nice. I will teach you how to be a good submissive slave for me. You walk across this threshold," I pointed down at my doorstep for emphasis. "your ass is mine. You get no say in anything, and I do what I want. You can bail out at any time if you wish, but if you leave before thirty days are up, you forfeit the thirty-grand payment at the end." With my intercom, her answer would be on-record. Even if I wasn't actually worried about her, it was mostly just insurance against her running out my door, crying and screaming "Rape!" or some shit like that if it turned out she couldn't handle me. Verbal contracts were valid, and as my daddy taught me, keep everything at least on record if not in writing. Take no chances, cover all angles.

I stepped aside and put my back against my open door, with one arm sweeping 'welcomingly' into my house, and the other holding out the papers in her direction if she chose to take them and turn around. "So, with that in mind." I say, looking at her from beneath my long bangs. "You in, or out?" I held my breath slightly. Please be in, you hot piece of ass, I thought to myself. I wanna fuck you and play with those gorgeous titties...

 

[Maybug]

I let out a sigh of relief I didn't realize I had been holding when he said everything looked good. My breasts bounced just a bit as I stood up straighter, starting to perk up my ears until I caught onto the little nickname he had tossed out, furrowing my brows. Not cool! Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot, I looked away from him and rolled my eyes instead of saying something I shouldn't. I need this money! Don't fuck this up from the start! As I looked back towards him, I was quick to notice him staring back at my breasts when he had finished speaking, which had me biting down onto my bottom lip to again avoid saying things I shouldn't, all the while keeping my grip on the backpack's handle to prevent my arms from covering breasts. This is going to be a long month. Thirty grand, thirty grand, thirty grand I repeated to myself over and over, keeping me from turning and walking away from the estate.

It felt like I was being read my rights as he went over the general logistics of what this next month would entail if I step through that door, so I kept quiet, giving a nod here and there so he knew I was listening. The words 'no say in anything' ran through my mind several times as I began to shift my weight back and forth on my feet once more, my tail tucking back between my legs, almost as if urging me to leave. No! I knew the rules and what would be asked of me when I left the house this morning! No one said this was gonna be easy and there's no way in hell I'm chickening out!

As he moved to lean his back against the door, leaving the doorframe wide open for me, an arm held out each way to either welcome me in or say goodbye with my paperwork in hand, the energy from my little pep talk faded away. With my ears folded flat against my head, I bit back down onto my bottom lip while thinking over his statement one last time. Glancing between the opened door and the front yard a few dozen times, I finally gave a sigh of defeat, the angelic pure angel on my shoulder losing to the devil on the other side, even featuring her own little laugh playing through my head. If I've said it once, I'll say it again. No going back now. "I'm in," and with that, I picked my bag back up, tossing it over my shoulder as I passed through the doorway, a chill running down my spine when I passed by the muscular male. Pausing just a few feet into his home, I turned to look outside once more before he would shut the door. There was no doubt that the blush under my fur would be showing through, so I looked down at the floor at a feeble attempt to hide it. What the hell have I gotten myself into...

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Aw, that was adorable, how she actually seemed to perk up and look excited for a moment when I said everything was in order--it gave her breasts a nice sexy jiggle! But what was really adorable was how she looked bothered, then turned her head rolled her eyes--don't think I didn't see that--when I called her 'Chelly'. Looks like she had some uppity spirit in her after all! That was important. I also loved how she clearly was trying so hard to hold still as I stared at her tits and then explained to her what was going to happen, but she couldn't hide her discomfort; shuffling, lip-nibbling, ears folded back, even tucking her tail between her legs slightly. I could practically see the gears turning in her head as she repeatedly glanced between me in the doorway and at the front lawn path behind her. For a moment there, I was worried she would actually refuse, but then she heavily sighed, stated her answer, and slung her backpack over her shoulder. I just watched her, silently and evenly, as she walked in my doorway and past me holding the door open. Got you, bitch. Your ass is all mine now...

*Day 1*

After she had passed me, I closed the door behind her and quickly shut off the intercom while her back was turned to me. I had what I needed, in her own words. She then turned to look back out the still-open door as I turned towards her. I looked her straight in the eyes as I pulled the door closed...and twisted the deadbolt-lock on my front door with a click of finality that echoed through the silent receiving room of my house. Not that I was actually locking her in with me for real, mind you, it wasn't like she couldn't just undo the lock herself if she wanted to leave. No, it was just that I kept all outer doors locked as a matter of course...and the simple sound of it clicking shut on this girl who willingly walked into my clutches helped set the mood I wanted.

I stood tall by the door if she turned to look at me, with one hand at my side and one hand on the lock I just turned, completely open about what I just did while silently looking her dead in the eyes, until she broke her gaze away. The room we found ourselves in was fairly spacious and fancy, with one wall starting just to the right of the front door and going straight ahead to make a hallway, while the receiving room extended out to the left of the front door. There was a staircase to the second floor at the other end of the receiving room, and a fireplace on the wall opposite to the hallway-wall. The decorations around were suitably lavish, and there was also a coffee table in front of the fireplace with several luxurious couches around it. While I let my soon-to-be-slut take in the view, I pulled my smartphone from my pants-pocket and thumbed to the ad I had put up online, ending it but keeping it saved in case I needed to put it up again. I then went to a side-table next to the front door and pulled out a small drawer of random supplies. I took out an envelope, which I put Chelly's certificate and report into. "I'm leaving these right here for now." I declare to her as I set the envelope on the side-table, then walked towards her.

"Give me your backpack now, we'll go through your so-called belongings soon enough..." I said in a firm, commanding tone that brooked no argument on this as I reached out to grasp the backpack-strap on her shoulder. I didn't yank it off of her, but I held my demanding stare into her eyes and waited for her to shrug her shoulder to see how long it would take for her to obey, and one she did, I smoothly took it and set it up against the nearby wall as if everything was normal. After that, I stood directly in front of her with my hands clasped behind my back and my chest subtly puffed out as I looked imperiously down at her with a firm expression, my pale eyes smoldering through the hair hanging over them. I was completely in charge, and needed her to see that. "Now that you're mine, little slut-kitten, let's get one thing absolutely straight immediately, this will also serve as a proper introduction. Rule number one for you in this house and with me outside of it, the single most important rule is this: I. Am. Master." I said the last few words with extra firmness and punctuated pausing between them for strong emphasis. "You will refer to me as 'Master' and nothing else unless I specifically instruct otherwise. Every single sentence that comes out of your mouth must have the word 'Master' in it somewhere. Do you understand me?" I waited for her response while looking her right in the eyes with all my masculinity and authority.

Once she responded, I continued. "In addition, you must understand your position in relation to Master. You are not my equal. You are beneath me, you are worth nothing, except for the pleasure that you bring to me. That is your one purpose here, to please me. Any pleasure you receive that isn't simple gratefulness on your part for serving me is an incidental side-effect to what I do with you, or me deciding that I want to have a particular kind of fun with you. You are my whore now, my little slut-kitten, and by the end of thirty days if you last that long, you'll be a well-trained cock-serving bitch. Here, you will learn your true place, and the meaning of submission." Once I finished my shpiel to her, I paused for a moment to gauge her body language and reactions. I knew I was starting off strong, but the bitch was going to have to learn fast to handle me. Before she could actually reply, however, I continued. "Now, my little pet Chelly, tell me in your own words what you are, what your purpose is, and what you will be after one month here, that is assuming you don't puss out like a little chickenshit. See if you can impress me." I couldn't wait to get to some real fun with this delicious feline, but setting the tone and stage right off the bat was extremely important in a master-slave relationship like what she had agreed to. I saw a little bit of it already, but I had to identify and make note of all uppity, stubborn, or rebellious tendencies in her so I could begin planning and work on properly breaking her out of them.

 

[Maybug]

Having watched him turn that deadbolt made everything feel so much more real, that I was to belong to him. The blush on the cheeks darkened while I gripped the bookbag's strap tighter. I'm here. I agreed to this. Don't chicken out now! Flicking my ears, I looked back up towards him, our eyes locking. A shiver traveled down my spine as I broke my gaze from his, rubbing my paw pads across the floor. I really should've had a drink before coming here. While I knew I was underage, I would be lying if I said I had never gotten drunk before. Too late for all that now though.

I took a moment to glance around where I stood, taking in the space around me and all the decor. It was far fancier than any place I had ever stood in before, making it all that more difficult to believe that this mansion would be my home for the next month. For the briefest of moments, it was nice to not worry about the bills piled up at the apartment, but that feeling passed as I heard the male moved closer towards me.

Glancing back up, I met his gaze once more, my ears folding flat against my head when he asked for my bag. It wasn't as if there was anything of any real importance in the bag. There was my clothing and bathroom supplies and... ugh, I really should have cleaned this thing out sooner. After breaking up with my shrimpy ex, I had purged my room of all his crap, but until now, I had forgotten about the picture of us and a promise ring kept in the side pocket of the bag. It was a cheap little ring from a thrift store, but at the time it had been special. Now, I was just embarrassed that I even had it. Not wanting to keep the canine waiting, I gave a grumbled sigh, taking the bag off my shoulder and handing it over to him. "Here..."

Keeping my eyes on him, I squared my shoulders up when he came back to stand in front of me after setting my bag against the wall, my heart beating fast. H-how is he this intimidating!? Fuck...deep breath... Listening to him speak did nothing for my nerves. Master? Is that really what I have to call him? Always? I couldn't hide the bit of aggravation I felt at how brazen he was. I know this is what I signed up for, but did he have to come on so strong from the beginning? Wasn't there some sort of 'getting to know each other' time frame or something? Apparently not... crossing my arms over my chest, squeezing them tight against my breasts, I give a mumbled "yes, Master" to his demand. My ears flicked in irritation, beginning to look around the room again to keep myself from rolling my eyes as he explained how everything else was going to be between him and I.

Groaning when he called me a 'whore' and a 'slut-kitten,' my nose scrunched up while my tail twitched back and forth in aggravation. This is gonna be a long month...thirty grand, thirty grand, thirty grand! UGH! And again with 'Chelly!' That isn't my name! As the male brought up the possibility of me 'pussing out,' I rolled my eyes, unable to help myself. Squeezing my arms against my breasts as I was finally given the chance to speak, I looked back to him. "I-I'm... I'm a toy for you to use and abuse as y-you see fit, and...I'll be a w-well trained bitch at the end of this month, Master," pursing my lips, I had mumbled out the last bit, losing my nerve to look him in the eyes.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Ooh, that was a small but precious thing, being able to watch how her cheeks spent several seconds visibly darkening with a blush after she watched me click the door's lock closed. I also noted the agitated motions of her ears as she looked into my eyes, then quickly looked away with a shudder. Good, my presence was certainly having the desired effects on her so far. However, when I demanded her back, her ears folded back flat again and she looked genuinely conflicted for a moment...there must have been something in that bag she really didn't want me to see. After a longer delay than I would have liked, she finally sighed and surrendered the bag to me, but I made no other comment. Upon standing in front of her, I noticed how before I even began to speak her eyes widened and she seemed to try and brace her shoulders, as if for bravery. Fantastic, I was really getting the desired effects out of my commanding attitude, even nonverbally. It was always nice to see the fruits of carefully-cultivated skills.

After delivering the Rule Number One ultimatum, I noticed how she definitely looked openly irritated on her face, maybe even almost offended, before she tightly crossed her arms over her rack. That was something I'd have to fix very soon, but she at least gave me an affirmative at the rule, even if a very halfhearted one while she also seemed to be trying to look anywhere but at me. However, when I called her by slave-words, she had the gall to groan aloud and look openly displeased at me as her tail jerked around wildly. And for a second time, she rolled her eyes after I mentioned the possibility of her quitting. In short, I seemed to have an overall stereotypical "teenage-attitude" girl on my hands. In a way, this was a good thing; I was seeing all of these stubborn and rebellious behaviors right away. It gave me plenty of targeting information for how I was going to train her. And, at last, she mumbled and stammered out an answer to my question, in that typical teenage 'just vaguely agreeing with the authority figure to make them go away' tone of voice. She didn't believe it.

Well, I was starting to build a decent picture of who she was, now. It was time for me to carry on my momentum and begin work on stamping out those unruly traits--as well as lay down expectations. I lifted my chin up, letting out a soft 'hum' that told her I was pondering how she just responded to my order to undignify herself. After letting her stew in anticipation for a few seconds, I spoke up abruptly. "...D...plus. There was a small creative flair there, but only the barest minimum of effort and sincerity, hardly even an adequate echo of my words because...I don't think you even believed it. However, it is your first day, so I will excuse poor quality...for now." I said in a firm, dismissive tone. The 'D+' grade was just hot air, it wasn't like I was actually keeping track of any real grades...no, the important bit was that I just made an important fact clear to the little slut-kitten: I was judging her, and would continue to do so. People naturally want to be judged favorably and crave validation, and by setting up this expectation and dynamic between us, she would eventually learn to gain happiness by making me happy, by meeting the standards I set for her. Next, I finally unclasped my hands from behind my back and brought one furry hand with strong, long fingers to reach forward and be placed over her neck lightly but firmly, cupping her chin with my thumb and forefinger to tilt her head back slightly as I looked down on her with a disdainful expression. "Shy. Stuttery. Nervous. Mumbling. Insincere. These traits are unattractive. Fortunately for you, it's also exactly what I was looking for. I find deep satisfaction in fixing something that isn't working the way it should. Don't you worry. In due time, I'll fuck the shyness right out of you."

I then pulled my hand back after staring dominantly down into her eyes, releasing her from the brief but highly possessive and controlling touch, while letting her simmer on the implications of my words: she was 'broken' and a 'thing' to me, something I intended to fix my way. "Now, a few things to set straight right away. First; don't think I didn't catch those insolent little eye-rolls you've been giving me. That stops right now, slave-pets do not roll their eyes at their Masters. You do it again, and you will be disciplined. I expect better from you." I then smoothly stepped around behind her. "I've also noticed you tucking your tail between your legs a few times." In a swift yet smooth motion, I reached out to hook two fingers underneath her tail as I then slid my hand outward under her tail. "That also stops. You are not going to behave like a frightened little kitten-bitch in my presence. Don't tuck your tail between your legs again, ever." I then stepped backwards, returning to stand in front of her. "And lastly..." I reached out with my hands to grasp her arms, which I then, not harshly, but firmly pulled down and away from her chest. "...Never..." I said, putting extra-emphasis on that one word, "cover your tits from Master. Unless..." My voice started stern, but then quickly became lighter as my mouth twisted into a grin. "...you are acting playful and sexy for Master." The grin then faded. "But otherwise, no, slave-pets do not cover themselves from their Masters." I then released her arms. "Now, acknowledge these rules too, say back to me what they are as you understand them. Own-words are always welcome, but not necessary this time."

I waited for a moment for these commands to sink in and her to acknowledge them, and for the atmosphere to level off slightly. Once she did and the mood had calmed slightly more, I slowly took a step to the side with my hands clasped back behind me, but with my shoulders raised, my head leaned forward, and my eyes drilling into her to give me a predatory posture. I began walking around her in a very slow circle, my previous actions likely enough to keep her rooted in place as I stalked around her, deliberately playing up my predatory wolf stereotype. "And now, I need to know exactly what kind of slut I have to work with here, and how much training she needs." I said, still with a calm, but low voice. "Chelly, my pet whore, tell me how many men or women you have been with intimately. Tell me what kind of sexual acts you have performed with others before, and what you are familiar with. I want to know everything about whatever sexual experience you have." I spoke the command with a casual tone of authority, that I expected to be obeyed, like it was a forgone conclusion.

 

[Maybug]

I looked at him with a shocked expression, scrunching my nose up at the 'grade' he gave me. D+! Really!? Grading me... this is just ridiculous. The notion of him actually keeping some sort of score was irritating, but those thoughts were shoved aside as he reached out, his fingers pressing against my neck while his thumb pushed my chin up. Gasping, I let him move me in the way that he wanted, quietly murmuring "Master..." with no meaning behind it in particular aside from being surprised by him. His gaze on me made me want to shrink down and sneak away, but I held my ground as he seemed to be judging me.

My eyes grew wide when he named off each and every trait he found unattractive. A quiet growl slipped past my lips and my brows furrowed. I wanted to yell at him that I didn't need fixing, but there was no doubt that would simply land me in trouble. Although, it didn't seem like I was far off from being in hot water as he pulled out a new set of rules based on my 'actions.' Not how I want to start this day off, I grumbled to myself, keeping my eyes on the dominant male in front of me, my arms still tight around my breasts. I had really hoped he didn't notice my eye rolling, but I hadn't been as sneaky with it as I thought, apparently. I felt like a child being scolded! 'You do it again, and you will be disciplined' he says! Fuck me... just not literally, yet. Processing what he said, I completely missed him moving behind me, jumping in place when he touched my tail. "M-Master!" Turning back just enough to look at him, I couldn't help but blush, simply nodding at his second demand. Fine, no more keeping my tail between my legs... maybe. That was going to be difficult for me as it had almost always been a nervous tick. I turned along with him as he moved back around in front of me, giving a startled squeak when he firmly grabbed onto my arms, moving them away from my breasts with next to no effort at all. That I hated as it made me feel too open to him. In an odd way, I felt like I should have expected that, but I let my naivety get in the way. His emphasis on 'never' not helping with my nervousness around him. With my ears folded back and my cheeks a bright red, I nodded and lowered my head, fidgeting as my hands played with the fabric on my jeans.

If anything, he was upfront about what he wanted, so maybe him being so blunt in the beginning wasn't a terrible thing? There would be no guesswork when it came to serving him, making it so much easier on me, at least once I worked through the embarrassing things he was asking of me first. "I... I will not roll my eyes, I w-will no longer tuck my tail between my legs, and lastly... I will never try to hide my breasts, Master." I had looked back up him while speaking, occasionally shifting my weight from time to time as I found keeping completely still quite difficult to do. Hopefully, short and to the point would be acceptable to him, as I was at a loss for much else.

As the energy in the air seemed to quiet down more, I started to nibble on my lip while watching his posture change, putting my nerves back on edge. It was bad enough having him look me over from the front, but now while he stalked around me I felt like a slab of meat. Well, considering I was to be his toy for the next month, I suppose I kind of was. I kept in place and to keep my hands from twitching, I stuffed them in my pockets while he gave yet another demand. This one the most perverse of all, and with his tone of voice, I knew there would be no way for me to get out of telling him what he wanted. The damned nickname though... I had to resist growling almost every time he said it. Ignoring that one little word, I sighed before finally speaking up. "I've only been with one man, Master..." my face lit up as I spoke, looking face down at the ground while rubbing my paw pad back and forth across the floor. "He liked sex in the doggy-style position, so w-we didn't vary much from that, but n-never any back door stuff, Master. Ummmm... I-I've given blowjobs before. They were... kind of yucky. Master, I can't say I like the salty taste of cum," my nose scrunched up with the last sentence. I could accept that it was more than likely my Master would insist that I swallow, but there was no way I would ever ask for it and that's how it was going to stay. It was hard to fight the urge to tuck my tail between my legs as I spoke, so instead, I focused on flicking it back and forth, knowing that was better than nothing. If I got through today without dying from embarrassment, it would be a miracle. Moving my gaze back up to his, I bit my lip, waiting to see what he would ask of me next as this day was still far from over.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Hah, the little bitch looked outright scandalized when I gave her the 'grade'. That was amusing. But something bigger happened when I grabbed her neck and got up close to her. She went very still and her breath hitched. For a moment, she changed...and in that moment, whispered 'Master' out to me. That was important. I could tell there was no thought in that, it wasn't intentional, it was a reflex. That was very, very good, because it meant that for her to do that without thinking meant it came from deeper inside herself. It was the first real proof I had that she possessed a genuinely submissive side, buried somewhere underneath who she was at the moment. It was only the tiniest, briefest of glimpses, but it was there, and now I knew it. I was going to drag out that submissive soul of hers, one way or another. Of course, that brief glimpse of submission was then immediately buried back under angry eyes and a quiet, but defiant growl. It was official; I had a brat on my hands. Not that this was a problem for me--in fact, I was kinda excited. At the BDSM clubs I frequented, I hella enjoyed helping to break some bratty subs from time to time. And since this feline whore was (hopefully) going to spend a whole continuous month with me, a whole month of time for me to work her over...I was going to break her harder than any other sub I ever had. And yet, few people really knew what brat-breaking truly meant, even the brats themselves at first, and it wasn't crushing every spark of life and will out to leave them hollow and empty...

However, even that moment of defiance turned out to be a brief flash as well, as I noted she was paying very careful attention to me, and then thinking hard, as I laid down the first of the new rules just for her. Of course, that meant she wasn't paying attention when I goosed her tail. That got a cute reaction. So was her squeak when I pulled her arms apart. Fuck, and that blushing, ears-folded-back face she gave me as she nodded to the third rule and then looked down to fidget, that was fuckin' precious. Her full acknowledgement of the rules was also decent, she even managed to look back up at me for it. That was good, and I nodded approvingly in return. Finally, she got to giving me her sexual history. I continued to slowly stalk in circles around her as she spoke, noting down in my head everything she told me. "Doggystyle is pretty fun." I agreed. "Though variety is even better, and you're going to get plenty of that here. Anal virgin, too? Nice. I'm gonna have fun training all your holes..." I said in a firm yet casual, conversational tone, as if everything was normal, despite the very lewd subject. She also mentioned giving oral before, but disliking it. I didn't say anything to that specifically--I didn't need to, as I had already said enough about it. Hah. Just you wait, kittybitch. By the end of this month, you'll be able to take a full-bore facefucking from me, swallow every blast of my hot load, then beg me for more...and mean it. "Well." I said as I finally stopped in front of her again. "It looks like you're not too spoiled on preconceived notions of inferior attitudes towards sex. Lucky for you, it won't take me too much work to break any delusions of sex you might have out of you, and teach you the proper ways to have sex." Again, I spoke in my 'firm-but-calm' voice, my voice of carefree confidence.

"But before we get into that, there's just a few more details to take care of first. Come, Chellyslut." I said as I moved over to grab the envelope of her papers off the front door side-table and then backpack from the wall all in one hand, while my other hand grabbed my slave by the back of the neck and maneuvered her in front of myself. Like this, I marched her forward down the hallway of my mansion. Automatic lights turned on as I walked her past doors and more spacious open rooms for all kinds of different purposes, passing picture-frames and statues and other fancy décor. However, we didn't get too far before I steered her into a large fancy home-kitchen, well-lit and with rows of cupboards and two doors for a walk-in fridge and freezer. Taking up the center of the kitchen was a long and wide preparation-island, which was all I needed just for the waist-height space to lay things out. I let go of my kitty pet to stand next to me as I hauled her bag up onto an empty flat surface, then turned to face her. "Take off your clothes and give them to me, now. Leave on your panties and bra for the moment, I wanna see what you look like in them first." I folded my toned arms in front of my chest and stared at her expectantly, waiting for her to hold her jeans and blouse out for me.

 

[Maybug]

While I couldn't disagree that that sex position was enjoyable, it was mildly irritating how blunt he was about breaking in all my 'holes.' Not wanting to let his arrogance get to me, I continued to remind myself that I choose this and that in the end thirty grand was going to make all this training and submission worth it. With him commenting on my 'preconceived notion of sex,' I had to take a quick breath and close my eyes for a moment, doing my best to avoid another eye-rolling incident. Those damn rules! Proper way to have sex my ass! While he may have been setting the tone between us, I couldn't help but think he came off as a pompous ass, albeit a sexy one, but an ass nonetheless. All the while it was painfully becoming obvious to me that submitting was going to be more difficult than I had expected, fighting the urges to do as I pleased being the most trouble so far.

Chellyslut, really!? Scrunching up my nose, I kept my mouth shut, knowing he couldn't care less how much I disapproved of the nickname. I watched him gather up my things, but as his hand grabbed the back of my neck, I couldn't hide a squeak that slipped past my lips, slightly shocked by the action. Girl! Reel it in! No need to be so damn skittish around him! Flicking my ears, I followed along as he leads me through his home. The lights automatically turning was certainly interesting and I would've liked to look around more as we walked, but the quick pace and the fact that his hand was around the back of my neck had me wanting to keep my eyes forward. Besides, it was best to avoid tripping over my own feet while gawking at the lavish decor. As we stopped in the kitchen, I took the time to glance around while my things were set on the island counter, glad that his hand was finally gone from my neck. Hearing my phone's notification beep from the side pocket of my bag, it caused my attention to go back to the intimidating male beside me. Most likely the notice was simply a game reminder, so I didn't worry what he may think.

Looking up at him when he spoke, my eyes grew wide when he demanded I strip off my clothing to only leave me in my bra an panties. Folding my ears back, I looked down at my purple blouse, starting to fidget with the bottom of the fabric. "But... I... yes, Master." With a sigh, I kept my head down while stripping my top off, holding onto the cloth while fidgeting with the button to my jeans, hesitating for a moment. Worried about him being aggravated with my actions, and not quite ready to handle any punishments that might come my way, I caved and quickly stripped my jeans off, finally holding the clothing out to him. Once he took the cloth from my hands, I stood straight with my arms at my sides, it was hard to keep my tail untucked from between my legs, my bra and panties being nothing special to look at. Both were a cream color similar to the lighter color of my fur, and each being of plain cotton material. With his stare directly on me, it made me wish I had put on something more risque. It wasn't as if I didn't enjoy the shape of my curves, and I knew I wasn't hard on the eyes, but I felt so low-class in this setting. It was the most uncomfortable I had felt being this naked around someone before.

Biting back down onto my lip, my fingers brushing across the fur on my thighs while I waited. As he wanted to see me in my unmentionables 'first,' I was nervous about what he was going to demand next from me.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

I didn't miss how the kittybitch sucked in a breath and closed her eyes for a moment after I mentioned how it was good she didn't have too many preconceived notions. Heh, that got a little rise out of her? Interesting. Somehow, while I couldn't be sure, I had the feeling she would have given me an eyeroll at that one too if I hadn't just made a rule about that. Nor did I miss her face-scrunching at her new name, which she had done every time I'd said it so far. Chelly, Chelly, Chelly. Get used to it, bitch. I thought, though I was actually a little happy to see these flashes of her fighting spirit. It was gonna make it so much the more fun to twist her up and wrap her around my finger... her little squeak as I grabbed her neck was also a little cute. But, sooner or later, I was going to have her trained to the point where I could abruptly grab her in any way at any time and not get the smallest flinch out of her.

When we got to the kitchen, I heard a beep from her bag, but I didn't react to it in anyway myself, I'd get to it in a minute. I was only slightly incredulous--though I didn't let that reaction show either--that my demand that she strip was met with another bout of hesitation and shyness. I mean, this was what I wanted to see, I wanted to know everything that made her uncomfortable so I could hammer it out of her, but...still, she had to have known before she walked in that she'd be doing far filthier things than strip to her skivvies in front of me. However, she did obey, stalling a little on the front of her jeans, but finally presenting her clothes as demanded, which I took into my own hands as I gave her body another thorough up-and-down look. Damn, her curves were fine in-deed, although her skivvies were plain, somewhat expected. But she was definitely feeling very uncomfortable right then--arms tightly at her sides, head bowed down, tail twitching as I could tell she wanted it between her legs but was fighting the instinct. Ah, hmm... it was probably just my overbearing presence, I figured, not just the fact she was half-naked. She did say she had been with another man before, there was no way this was strange for her. In which case, good. I wanted my attitude and aura to make her feel as off-kilter as possible...so that she would then be forced to adjust to me.

"Good." I stated simply now that she had obeyed. "Now, don't move, Chelly-bitch." I commanded as I turned away from her. I brought her clothes closer to my face for inspection and felt around them; nothing in the pockets. I folded them neatly and laid them out on the counter. Next I unzipped the main pocket of her backpack and pulled it open. I was gonna make this bitch watch me go through her stuff, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it--except leave. I was going to teach her that being my slave meant she had no privacy, nothing hidden from me. The bag seemed mostly filled with clothes. I started taking them out, piece by piece, to inspect them while I looked like I wasn't interested in any of them, then laid them out on the counter. Not even in stacks, everything was separate from everything else, everything was getting laid bare. Normal clothes-changes, undergarments...other items I expected to find too, some feminine hygiene products and other little normal odds and ends. The backpack was rapidly being emptied, and I opened up another pocket to find her cellphone. Must have been what beeped earlier. I gave it only the briefest glance of disinterest just to see if whatever happened to beep was displaying onscreen, but didn't care one way or the other; no matter what it was even if it was visible, it was set aside like everything else. "Your phone time will be limited." I said as I turned to her, folding my arms in front of my chest authoritatively. "You get thirty minutes of phone time a day, and that's only when I don't already have you doing anything else." I turned away from her again and reached back into her bag, feeling around for smaller pockets and compartments. "Call whoever you want, tell 'em whatever you like, I don't care, but always remember..." I paused, turning just my head back to her and giving her a hard stare. "You walked through my door. Don't forget it."

I returned to my exploration of her bag, sticking my hand into everything, violating any secrets she might have had. The bag was virtually empty, and I checked one last pocket..."Hm?" I hummed to myself in mild curiosity as I felt a small and stiff sheet, as well as a small ring. I pulled them out and examined both. The stiff square was a photograph; there Chelly was, smiling and waving, standing beside some other dude I didn't care about. Materially, the ring was painfully cheap, but the fact that it was there at all, with the photo, said it meant something. I glanced at Chelly with a slightly-raised eyebrow. Been with one other man before, she had said. He "liked doggystyle" she had said, liked in past-tense. Sucker bet the dude in the photo was that guy...and she wasn't with him anymore. But still had his ring and a picture of him? Interesting. "Hmm. Seems the kitty-bitch likes to keep mementos of her old flames? I think I like that..." I said as I smirked at her, then set the photo and ring out on the counter as well, looking up and away from her as if 'daydreaming' for a moment. "Maybe that means, if she does end up leaving me, she'll keep a memento of me, too. Yeah...I like that thought..." I then 'snapped out' of it to turn back to her once again, as I held out a hand towards her. "And lastly, time for the whore-kitten to get naked for another man. Panties and bra, now."

 

[Maybug]

Watching the male start to go through my things, laying each item out piece by piece, my ears flicked in irritation. It was another one of those things I should have anticipated, but that didn't stop the small amount of frustration with him digging through my things. Once he had found my phone and 'laid down the law' for my phone use, I gave a small shrug, not particularly caring. There was next to no data left and no minutes for talking. The only saving grace was my unlimited texting. I was sure my roommates would want to know what the hell I was up to, but I was a little worried about my ex, Billy, trying to contact me... last time he had messaged me just a week back. It took everything in me to not throw my phone in the trash while reading over the apologetic and whiny ass text. Asshole!

Pulling myself back into the here and now, I froze when Jonah pulled out the ring and picture from my bag, my face lighting up in embarrassment. What I wanted to do was snatch the items from him but there was no way that would end well for me, so instead my arms were kept at my sides, fingers tugging harder on my short fur. Why the hell didn't I clean out my bag! ...wait, what...? While I was a little confused about the memento comments, as he continued on I couldn't help my glare towards him, the smallest of growls slipping past. It wasn't loud enough to fill the space, but as quiet as this room was, he would not have missed it. There is no way in hell I'll be keeping any mementos from you!

With my aggravation in tow, I huffed and quickly stripped off my panties and bra, not hesitating for a moment at his order. Shoving the clothing into his hand, I crossed my arms and pressed them against my stomach, just underneath my breasts. I wasn't covering my boobs, so problem solved! Raising my chin, I kept my eyes on him, the annoyance I'd been feeling raising my spirits up enough to find some sort of confidence. Being naked in front of him was a strong thought on my mind, but I refused to let that get to me, and besides, I wasn't sure he would be letting me get dressed for the rest of the time I was here so may as well get used to it. I was a little ashamed to admit this, but I kind of enjoyed being naked. I loved my body and at one point had considered stripping, but that had not been the life I wanted for myself. Considering where I was now... maybe I should have considered it more when I had turned eighteen. This is going to be one hell of a month... I was already wanting that phone time, needing to vent to one of my roomies at some point in the day.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Interestingly, when I told my new slave that her phone time would be limited, the only response was an indifferent shrug. It was slightly curios why she didn't particularly care about that, considering what kind of a young bitch she was, I would have expected otherwise, but it made no difference to me either. However, once I pulled out that photo and ring, her face burned up like an oven as she started to fidget and pull on her own fur in agitation. Heh. Cute. I did however then hear the quiet growl she made. I did not visibly react--it was quiet enough that she was clearly trying to suppress it, so I wasn't going to bother with any response, not unless the brat growled at me again later. Once I ordered her to strip the rest of the way for me, she got even cuter, getting huffy and still agitated as she pushed her underclothes into my hand. Even cuter, she firmly crossed her arms...under her huge breasts and lifted her chin to give me a willful stare. I just looked down at her breasts, then up to her eyes with one raised eyebrow, then smirked slightly, still saying nothing. She indeed was following the rule I had just given her to the letter, and while I was letting her know that I was fully aware that she was only following the letter, I wasn't going to do anything else about it....yet. However, more fascinatingly, what I did not see was any trace of shame or embarrassment in her face, now that she was buck-naked for me. That was very interesting...she really was a slut already!

"Mmmmm..." I hummed out after a moment, as I folded her bra and panties and set them aside on the counter without turning away from her. "I must say, I'm happy how the slutty little slave-bitch isn't flinching in the slightest at being naked for her Master. In fact, you look almost proud of your body. That's good...." I said as I deliberately looked down at her tits again with a wide grin, then reached out with both hands to place them, splayed-fingered, right on her boobs to give them a little squeeze, before I slipped my hands away while giving a slight tug on her nipples with thumbs and forefingers as I did so--then I stepped even closer, pressing my body up against her front as I slid my hands down her sides to feel the curve of her hips...then reach to grope the cushions of her ass. "Yes...your body is built for sex. It's worth being proud of, because it's going to be making me very happy. You're going to be a wonderful whore. Almost perfect already...not quite, but very close indeed, closer than I was expecting." I commented in a pleased voice while groping her ass with her body held up against mine, before I then let go, stepped back, and turned to the counter.

I spread my arms and braced both hands on the edge of the counter and leaned over it, examining every item of hers that I had laid out on it for several moments, before I started moving to pack it all back in the suitcase neatly. "You won't be needing any of this." I said simply to her, with a tone of finality. "You can have it all back when you leave here. But while here, I will tell you what you need and when you need it, and I will provide it--as long as you deserve it, of course." I said as in short order, I had everything--including the envelope of her papers, the photo, and the ring, but excepting her cellphone--packed back in her suitcase. The cellphone I laid on top. "You eat what I tell you when I tell you, you sleep where I tell you when I tell you, and you wear what I give you when I give it to you. You are mine, and that means you are my responsibility to take care of. You are not responsible for anything but making me happy. Very simple and easy, really." I said confidently to her, even though catering to my whims was likely to be anything but simple or easy. Still, if I tell that to her enough times, she'd believe it eventually, and make my own little 'lie' into her personal truth. "Now, we're almost done with preparing you for your place as my pet, just one more thing to take care of...normally, this is where I would also start you on daily birth-control pills, but you had a longer-term shot a month ago, so that isn't necessary at the moment--but, I will start you on them in about two weeks anyway, just to be safe in case the shot starts wearing off earlier than expected. Can't risk anything irreversible happening to your body for the next thirty days..." I explained.

I then opened up a drawer to get out the final two items I would need to truly cement her position...not hiding the eager grin on my face, I brought a black leather collar and a leash into view, holding them up to the naked slut as I stepped closer to her. Once I stood in front of her again, I gave her a simple, but firm command. "Hold still, Chelly. Time to show you've got a proper owner and aren't just some stray." I held the collar up closer to her face, giving her a quick glimpse of the tag: a heart-shaped piece of shiny pink metal with the bold white words 'SLUT PET' stamped into it. With each end of the undone collar in my hand, I reached my hands around the sides of the bitch's neck, making her feel the presence of my strong hands as I slowly buckled the collar around her neck snugly but not tightly, making her feel the symbol of my ownership. Finally, I hooked the leash to her collar and tightly wound the other end in one of my gripping fists, after which I stepped up and held up my fist for her to see how tightly I was holding onto my symbol of control over her. "Now, Chelly, I think you're finally ready for us to begin your real training. Don't you agree?" I asked, letting a grin curl my lips.

 

[Maybug]

Ugh, he's so damn cocky. It was a struggle to keep from rolling my eyes at this point, the male able to see every inch of me from head to toe was only making the entire situation that much worse. Let him say whatever he wants... this is for the money! Okay, so I thought it was his smart-mouth that was making everything worse, but I was dead wrong. Gasping, I clenched my teeth together when his hands splayed across my large breasts, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. O-okay, so not terrible... yet. A groan caught in my throat when he gave my nipple a tug, leaving me clenching my teeth tighter and closing my eyes shut when the male pressed his body up to mine. As crude as the jackass has been up to this point, at least his fur was soft to the touch and that much I could deal with, up until he groped my ass! Something I should have expected with his hands already exploring over my curves, but damn it! I couldn't help but let out another hushed growl at his touch and his words, and whether he heard it or not, I didn't care. I didn't roll my eyes! That should count for something, right?

I almost audibly sighed with relief when Master stepped back from me, the tension in my body calming back down. I didn't know this man, but yet I had to trust and allow him to touch me as he pleased? Ugh... this is gonna be a long month. Suck it up, Chika! Looking towards him as he started packing my things away, my ears folded back at his commentary, scrunching up my nose in the process. Fine, fine. Whatever. "Yes, Master," was all I choose to comment about the things I wouldn't get back until the end of this ordeal, and then one more "Yes, Master" while giving a heavy sigh as the male continued on about me being his responsibility. Yada yada, whatever you say.

Giving a shrug when he brings up my birth control, I nodded at the comments, preferring as well to have some sort of protection for the just in case. After all, there was no way I was going to go further than the one month with this little experiment. My roommates are gonna flip when I get home at the end of this month and explain all this crap. Ha! I got this. Keeping my eyes glued to the male as the drawer was opened, my nose scrunched back up when the collar and leash were brought out. I found myself having to look towards the wall to keep from rolling my eyes (Dammit girl! Stop trying to do that!), watching as Master stepped back up to me from my peripheral. As I was given a glimpse of the collar's tag, I found myself glaring back towards him, the fur on my tail starting to stand on end. Damn him! Why am I getting so riled over something so... stupid! Ugh! Aside from my tail flicking from side to side, I kept my body as still while the collar was easily slid around my neck and clipped into place. It was such an odd feeling having the piece of leather there, making me feel more like a pet than a person.

With Master standing so close, I was starting to notice his scent and not entirely hating it. No! Bad Chelsea! There is nothing good about this guy, you're just using him for the money. Clenching my fists together, I watch as he grips the leash tight, my ears flicking back at his last question. Again with Chelly!? Fuck. I. Can. Do. This! Right? ... with a shaky nod, I stare at his grin, my ears folding back more as my nerves get to me further. "Y-yes.... yes, Master."

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

Well, well...while my new slut seemed to have little problem just being naked in front of her Master, touching seemed to particularly affect her. Clenched teeth at the boob-grab, a groan at the nipple-tug, closed eyes when I stepped in close...yeah, I could tell she was struggling. Especially when a small but audible growl escaped her throat when I groped her ass! I considered addressing that, but ultimately decided it wasn't necessary...this time. If it continued to be a problem, I'd handle it then. But, this was all good information; there was nothing I needed to do regarding training her about showing off her body, but I was going to have to keep in mind to grope her more often. After that however, she was visibly trying to settle herself down, and mostly succeeded. I got appropriate affirmatives to my explanations about her belongings and what I would be handling, that was good. The mention of birth control likewise passed without any notable reaction.

However, the reveal of the leash seemed to get her worked up again. She didn't do anything so blatant as resist, but she did grimace, look away for a moment, glare back at me with defiant eyes...even though she obediently held still as I collared her. I could even see her tail fluffing up a bit. Well, she was going to have no choice but to get used to this very fast, because that collar was not coming off her until and unless she leaves. At my final 'question', her ears did fold back, but I smirked as she gave me another appropriate affirmative. Well, this was a more-or-less expected start so far. But now, as I had said, it was time to begin the real work...

I stood there for several long moments, holding her leash in my hand, and just examining her body with her fur enticingly rippling over her body, and her tits jiggling ever so slightly. Fuck, I couldn't wait any more, I had to have those huge tits. "Right then. Come, slut pet, I want to relax for a little bit first." I said before I turned and gave a tug of her leash to make her follow. My statement might have been a little contradictory to most people, as intended; I just told her we'd begin her training, but now I was going to relax...but I didn't say she was going to get to relax. Another lesson she'd learn, when Master says something, he means it exactly. She would eventually learn to pay careful attention to my every word to watch out for little tricks I might play on her, but with increased attentiveness would come the side-effect of being more responsive and obedient.

"Heel, Chelly. Keep pace alongside me. Only a bad bitch goes to the end of her leash by going forward or falling behind." I said commandingly as I led her out of the kitchen by her leash, with her remaining completely naked as she walked through my decorated halls. Open and in the air, almost a little 'public', it was fortunate for her that she seemed to already not have too much sexual shame when it came to revealing her body. I wondered if she might already be prepared to strut through a room full of horny males while totally exposed and not bat an eyelash like a seasoned stripper...but if she wasn't already, then she would be by the time she leaves. As I walked down the large, long main hallway of my mansion, I occasionally varied my pace, speeding up or slowing down my walking speed at random while gauging how quickly she was able to adapt and keep up. Everything happened at my whim at my choosing, for no reason at all because I didn't need a reason other than to exercise my control. I inhaled a deep breath through my nose. It's the little thing you love, the subtle things that reinforce mastery.

After passing many other rooms I returned to where I started with my new slave in tow: my electronic entertainment room, with the giant wall-TV and couches. I stopped in the open doorway with her, for no apparent reason, before I turned my head to look at her. With one hand holding up her leash, I suddenly reached over and grabbed her nearest tit, gathering up a handful to squeeze and fondle fairly energetically, much more than the brief grab I did in the kitchen. This was by far the very tamest thing I was going to do to her, and I was going to do it to her a lot. She was going to have no choice but to get used to it, whether she wanted or not. Not only would she be able to strut her body past a room full of horny males by the time I was through with her, she'd also neither bat an eyelash at every one of them getting handsy with her, too. I let a lecherous grin spread to my face before I started talking again. "Yessss...these are so delightful, so soft and warm and juicy...You're lucky you've got even bigger tits than I was expecting, bitch. They put me in a good mood already." I said, before I caught her cold-air-hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a few light twists and squeezes before I pinched and pulled outward, again a little more firmly than I did earlier, then finally let go.

After that, I cross my arm holding her leash across my waist and propped my other arm under my chin, taking on another thoughtful pose as I yet again visually devoured my fucktoy. "So, here's how we're gonna start..." I said while staring directly at her breasts and not her face. "You have some sexual experience, and while I'm not particularly known for great patience, I do like to savor nice things...so I'm not going to pin you down and start rutting you right away. But oh, don't worry..." I said, smirk spreading wider as I glanced up at her eyes. "...I will pound you good and hard, soon enough...but for now, I have the rest of your body that you're going to pleasure me with. And to start, I want to relax with it." I said as I started moving again, giving her leash another firm tug as I walked towards the central couch, which I sat luxuriantly on, spreading my arms to the side over the backrest and spreading my legs wide. I then silently paused for a moment, going still and testing her. Would she try and sit on the couch with me without instruction, or stay standing right in front of me? I needed to know if she would perform actions (other than 'proactively pleasuring me') that serve herself without command or not, and deal with her appropriately.