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The trust between Mistress and pet (cheerio/Vixen)

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cheerio_cherry

Supernova
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Feb 9, 2010
The idea of buying a pet was one that Isabella loved. Isabella Rosselli had always been the one to make money in her family and when she found she had enough money she had made her way to the pound. Most of the staff had ignored the lone woman looking for a pet. The sound of laughing and taunting drew her into the special wing. Most of them had been marked as healing, except one. She was the one people were taunting and laughing at.

As she drew closer she could see the girl's eyes were vacant. Her voice was quiet but firm. "Shut up." The pets around her hand fallen silent in stunned anger. She moved to the cage bars, speaking softly. "Come here." She was addressing the girl quietly now, gently. "Come here now." Her voice was firm. "I said come here." Once the girl drew closer she looked her over and smiled. "Found you."

She smiled softly, gently touching the girl's hand. "I'll be right back." Her attention was soon on the others. "I catch you picking on her I will buy you and feed you to the dogs." She had left then gone to the desk, paying for the girl by cheque, waiting for it to be cashed before gathering the clothes she'd brought along with the collar, her attention on the girl again as she passed in the clothes. "Get dressed kid, your coming home."
 
The girl sat in her cage, listening to everything, except the people around her, she could hear there taunts and laughs, but it did not bother her much, she knew being blind would effect her possibilities of being bought, but she had to have some hope, and just as she was beginning to relax she heard someone tell the rest around her to be quiet, and as it fell silent she could hear the foot steps coming closer to her until they stopped at her cage. She kept her head down as she heard her command, a little hesitant to move, but after she was ordered to come to her again she nodded slowly, her long dark red curls and blond highlights swaying as she moved to the bars of the cage, using her hand to make sure she did not hit the bar with her face.

Ember, the girl had been called, and that was the only name she remembered being called. She felt the hand soon touch her and wanted to flinch away, but stayed where she was as the woman threatened the others who all fell silent, only a few soft whispers escaping their lips. Ember stood only about five foot five, with many different colors of blond, brunette, and red in her hair, but what stood out even more was her soft snowy white ears and long tail. Her eyes were baby blue, but seemed to be empty as she looked straight forward into nothingness.

But hearing her say she would return had her wondering what she was talking about until she was told to get dress, since all that she was wearing was a bra and underwear. Nodding she took the clothing and carefully began getting them on.
 
The girl had been getting dressed slowly and she watched her silently. Once the girl was finished she unlocked the door of the cage, moving inside and shutting the door behind her, moving to fasten the collar around the girl's neck, her touch gentle on the girl's hair, tucking it out the way as she did so. "You ready to come home?" Her words were soft, her touch gentle on the girl's cheek. She had sensed the girl trying to flinch away earlier and wanted her to get used to the feel of being touched. "Come on." She had gently linked the girl's arm through hers, leading her out. Her mid-length copper hair had been tucked out of green-blue eyes and she smiled, finding that the whispers had fallen silent completely.

Once the two came into the light she paused, slowly inspecting the girl's eyes and ears, her touch gentle on the girl's cheek. "How long have you been blind Ember?"
 
Hearing the door to the cage open she tilted her head curiously a little before feeling the collar going around her neck, a comforting feeling to her as she once again felt her hand on her soft pale skin, this time relaxing and giving a weak smile to her question, “Yes Mistress.” She answered, her voice soft and sweet. As she took a hold of her arm she walked with her, letting her lead the way until she could get a walking stick or get home since she doubted she would be leaving the place so she could merely memorize it.

When she asked how long she had been blind she had to think about it for a second, “My family was attacked, and while getting out of the burning house some of the ashes got in my eyes and damaged them, once I got out everything was fine, but as time went n and my eyes healed my site began leaving, and so once it was completely gone I was taught to use a walking stick and use my other senses.” She explained, a smile across her lips, feeling the sun on her milky skin and the air so nice and crisp, not stale. “And while out looking for food near the house I was taken from my home.” She added while taking a deep breath of fresh air.
 
"That can't be too easy." She murmured softly, gently drawing the girl with her to the car, easing the girl into the seat. "Are you alright now though?" She had no real worries about the girl being blind or hurting herself, she just wanted to be sure the girl wasn't going to panic. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." She spoke warmly and kindly, gently shutting the door before sliding into the car on the other side. She had begun to drive herself home, glad to see the girl in the car. She had parked up quickly before opening the door and helping the girl out, linking her arm back through her own, leading her inside.

"So, tell me a little more about yourself." The request was gentle but firm, she knew she had two days before the next big competition for mistresses and masters. She didn't want to hurt the girl but she needed to know exactly how to help the girl learn and didn't want to upset her by pushing her too hard and too fast.
 
Shaking her head she gave a shrug, “It wasn’t too difficult, I learn quickly, and some of it just came natural, like using the other senses.” She answered before getting into the car. Everything that the girl did was rather graceful, she was not clumsy and used her hands to ease her way into things. Once she began driving she had lost track of distance, the only down fall of not seeing, she could not see out the window or really tell how far they had gone.

Stepping out was a little different, but with her new mistresses help she seemed to do alright and locked arms with her again, knowing she would have to trust this woman if she was to be her pet, since with her disability she was at a disadvantage and a bond would need to form between them. She took a deep breath as they went toward her home and hearing her question she had to think about it. “Well, like what? I was raised in the forest by my parents with my siblings, and I already said how I became blind, and it took me a year before I could do anything on my own, and I was kidnapped not far from my home, I can’t remember where it is anymore since so many vehicles and so much driving confuse me and leave me without an idea of where I am, so when I arrived at the shop I had no clue of where I was, to me it was nothing, just a blank space until I was put in the cage, in order to see things or make a map in my mind I need to feel things, such as objects so I don’t run into them, and walls so I know how big a room is.” She said softly. She was obviously very smart, and had ways of doing things to help herself.
 
"You seem confident." The comment was gentle, kindly spoken. Most days she didn't seem to care much about the world, just herself. This time however her attention was fixed solely on the other woman, the girl. She seemed young, very young. She also seemed smart and happy with her life. The explainations of what she needed to do to know a room drew a small smile. She could help with that at least. "I'm sorry they stole you." Her voice was kind and caring, softer than usual. Isabella had been born to a mother who didn't care and a father who only wanted her to raise money. She had been left at the age of 20 with a large sum of money in a small house. The same house she lived in now at 32. She could sense herself beginning to care for the girl and took her hands gently. "I won't hurt you." She spoke softly. "Alright?"

She'd lead the girl into the front room, the room she would mostly be using the girl in. It had a tv, a bed, a cd player. Anything she could want to please herself but it was also the place Ember would be sleeping in. "So, how do you learn to recognise people? Their voice? Their footsteps?" She spoke softly. "Their faces?" She wanted to know, she found she needed to know.
 
Hearing her say she was sorry startled her and she looked in the direction of her voice, finding it easier for others to talk with her if she at least reacted somewhat to them as people with sight did. “I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and if it had not been me it would have been one of my siblings, so I am glad they took me instead.” She said with a smile, looking more at it as saving her family. Ember was about nineteen, pr the last time she checked she was, but even with her being young she was confident, and rather smart for her age. “I know you won’t hurt me mistress.” She answered calmly.

Entering the room she heard her question and nodded, “Well for someone who is not my master or mistress I learn by their voices, and if permitted there face, but it is not appropriate to go around touching the faces of other masters and mistresses, so voices are easier to remember.” She said softly before smiling, “But with my mistress I would prefer to know your voice and face, as well as body.” She said before blushing brightly. “I can actually make an image of you in my head, starting from the feet and working my way up, I can map out your entire body and piece it all together to see a rough appearance of you in my mind since I was able to see when I as younger it is easier for me.” She explained, but she would not without her permission.
 
As the girl spoke Isabella found herself smiling. She was a sweet girl, smart and sure of herself, two things that drew her to the girl all the more than her pretty face. Not that she'd say that it was the first thing she noticed about the girl. The first thing she noticed was her sweetness and innocent look, her blindness and pretty face the second things she saw about the girl. As the girl flushed she smiled softly, drawing the girl closer and softly kissing the girl's forehead, skritching softly between her ears. "Of course you may, little one." She had only ever used the pet name for people she liked and cared for and now it felt right to use it for the girl.

She had applied gentle pressure to the girl's head, softly pushing her down, stroking the girl's long hair before she spoke. "Do what you need to."
 
Ember smiled, liking the name she had used for her and the kiss on her forehead was welcomed as she nodded. “Thank you mistress.” She said before dropping down, her hands touching her feet first then moving up her legs, feeling every muscle until she got to her thigh, sculpting an image in her head while skipping over her private area, seeing it a little inappropriate at the moment, she moved her hand over her hips and bottom, working up to her waist then her bust, being careful not to offend her as she grazed over and up to her shoulders and down her arms to her finger tips. Lastly she brought her hands up her neck softly, feeling from her ears and hair to her cheeks, then nose and eyes, and the last thing she touched on her was her lips, her fingers so soft and warm before smiling, “You are very beautiful from what I can gather.” She complimented her while pulling her hand back.
 
Isabella had smiled softly, stilling the girl's hand softly, kissing her palm. The girl's soft words had drawn a small blush to her face and she spoke warmly. "As are you." She meant the words and they came naturally, her smile gentle as she let go of the girl's hand, gently letting her hands go to the girl's hips, pulling her forward so they were almost nose to nose, her kiss soft and slow, teasingly so. "My little one." The words were whispered. "I hope you'll allow me to train you... to show you what you must do for me?"
 
Smiling she blushed brightly, not use to being complimented as she felt her mistresses body against her own, making her gasp softly, not expecting such a thing, but she relaxed in her arms, telling herself that this was her mistress and that she needed to behave. But once she felt her lips connect with the woman’s a deeper shade of red crept up on her cheeks as she kissed back and then drew in a breath. “I’ll do what ever my mistress wants, but I am inexperienced and will need time to adjust,” She explained, hoping the woman could be patient with her. Her hands glided up her mistresses arms, gentle caressing her skin while her ear flattened against the top of her head, a little nervous, but willing to try anything with a little guidance.
 
"Of course." Isabella spoke gently. The girl's hands had skimmed up her arms and she smiled softly, kissing her hair softly. "Of course I will be." She could feel the girl's nerves and sensed them bothering her more than she wanted. Her touch was soft as she stroked a hand through the girl's long hair, gently pulling her into a second kiss. "Just relax little one." She had let her arm slide around the girl's waist, her hand skimming down the girl's neck and over her shoulder. "Let me undress you... okay?" She spoke softly, wanting to take her time. "Then we'll start your training."
 
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