Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & Zero_Kyrael)

[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 Welbourne, 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. 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, low-risk and high-risk, to get a steady income stream 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 and...ah, fuck if I know how wide exactly, something like twice as wide as tall? Fairly fancy-looking, too, 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 solid-gold statues on the lawn, though. I mean, what the hell are those even good for?

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 visited some BDSM clubs from time to time, and was well familiar with exactly what I wanted. 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 Welbourne [picture attached], age 27, and I am seeking a female to enter into a 24/7 Pet/Slave 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 any 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 one month, 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. Aditionally, 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 most of 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.
-Milking, you will be given treatments to induce lactation
-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 know, but I was hoping the carrots would be good enough for a young girl with not much better to do. Breeding was probably especially intimidating, 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 shirt-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, I pulled open one of the doors to get a good look at the female who would hopefully be my slave for at least the next month...

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

The sun had started to rise the birds had started to sing and the sunshine managed to dodge the blinds move across the room and, of course, beam right into my eyes. I let out a long sigh already knowing how this day was going to start. I stretched feeling annoyed by the light before moving over to my bathroom washing my face as I plan to start the day. I look up into the mirror at myself making sure I didn't have something stuck on my face. I walked back out hitting the power button on my laptop and plopped down in front of it hoping that today's search would turn out better.

I browsed random jobs sites as I looked at my fancy diploma. Even her name Tabytha Kyrael was written in a over the top fancy manner. Fancy money sucking piece of worthless paper I thought to myself. I had finally gotten my PHd in clinical psychology and had thought the world had just opened up. I spent the first week telling everyone to call me Doctor of course, but after that things started to go south. I could not find work even in the lower levels of my field. I was "Over qualified" for the position.

"I should have had more fun." I mumble remembering those great college and high school years I spent nose in a book not having any sort of social life or a real date. "Uggghhhhhhh I can't even find a job after all that work!" I yell out into my room falling back out of my chair and onto my bed. I had only enough savings for probably 2 months if I lived very cheaply and after that I was shit out of luck. I let out a long sigh as I thought of my prospects.

I lightly gnawed on my tail staring at the ceiling for several mins before getting back up to skim more jobs that would probably not go anywhere. The room was filled with nothing, but the noise of the down arrow key being tapped over and over. Several hours passed like this as I found myself going to more obscure job pages not even knowing how I had gotten to most of them when an add caught my eye. My eyes went straight to 30,000 bucks a month and then straight to the requirements not reading in any amount of great detail.

"Food, lodging, care, stay at the house 30,000 dollars more if you live." I nod jumping ahead, "Only requirements are female 18 to 30, large breasts, and clean bring proof." I scrolled back to the top not feeling the need to read it in detail. "He wants to fuck a virgin for a month and not do chores for 30k. To have that kind of cash." I mumbled to myself before spining in my chair staring once again at the ceiling. I had given up all fun for a degree maybe this was a chance to at least make some money out of it. I lean back skimming only first couple sentences before closing it. "Sex pet virgin. Well i'm sure it not that bad. He probably can't even tie his own knots for that kind of stuff if he is living with that kind of cash!" I laugh trying to make myself feel better. "It just silly!" I say loudly trying to convince myself that it was just a silly. No one would do that... ...

What am I doing?! before I really knew it I had found myself at planned parenthood and my birth certificate in my back pocket. " I just getting checked up that's all. Perfectly normal for any girl to do." I say loudly, but this time the magic didn't work. I was not convinced that I had any reason besides that request to be here. I had never had sex or dated why would I need to come here.

The rest of the day followed the same pattern of me trying to convince myself that it was stupid, but the money really could help me stay afloat till I got work. It wouldn't be that bad. Sure it would hurt a bit at first, but after that it free living and money to help cover all my living and college costs. I had known lots of girls who did something similar. I had called them all sluts, but that wasn't relevant.

I shook my head hard trying to just clear my mind. It worked for about 5 mins before I had made a pro and con list and talked myself in and out of it several times. I decided the best way was to get every detail first before agreeing to it, but of course I couldn't find the page again. I can't survive without more money. I closed my eyes and fell asleep in the chair.

I spent the entire next day to the same extent pacing and thinking on the subject before late at night deciding it was the best course of action. "I can do this. It only a month and it nothing extreme. I skimmed that thing twice It be okay." I woke and started to get dressed my heart racing unable to even eat any breakfast. I had called to have bills turned off and the rent paid for as I packed a case full of clothes and basic hygiene products like my comb and toothbrush. I took a moment to check my clothes for the day knowing they may be the last things I wear before loosing my sexual innocence as a whole. Simple seemed to be the best as I slid up a black and orange stripped thong up covering it with a short black skirt of simple plain design. I grabbed my favorite tiger stripped bra to match my panties and also for good luck being the only bra I had ever owned to last more then couple months. I slide a orange blouse over that with a generous neck line stopping to take one look at myself before heading out.

A few moments later I was in front of a mansion and my hand slowly moved up to ring the doorbell. I took one big final deep breath and steeled my nerve. "It's for the money...It's for the money... It's for the money..." I press the bell and wait staring hard at the door.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (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 tiger-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 tiger-girl up and down from head to toe with a slowly spreading predatory grin on my muzzle. Jesus Christ, 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 the small black skirt she was wearing and her sweet-looking legs underneath, then the suitcase on the ground beside her. I couldn't wait to spread those legs open, 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...bright-eyed. And not necessarily in the fiery driven way either, more like...innocent, young, naïve. Her head and shoulders were held high, like she had a high opinion of herself, but she didn't have the 'hardness' to her posture to back it up. Wait...I did specify a preference for a younger and less-experienced female to answer my ad, but....naaaaw, she couldn't be...

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.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I waited a few moments in silence crossing my arms under my breasts focusing on taking normal breathes. I had come this far and questioned myself enough I would wait it out. I didn't have to wait to long as the door swung wide open out of the blue causing me to jump a bit off the ground in shock. With my heart now in my throat I turned and thought to introduce myself perhaps or something proper, but only looked back to see him completely taking up the doorway staring hard towards her. It was intimidating he was large and well muscled, but he was not unattractive by any means. I had thought for sure the picture had been photo shopped to cover up something or other.

I felt his eyes move over my body and couldn't get a read on him or his attentions. The wolf was clearly looking me over from head to toe and not all trying to hide it. I felt the color floor to my cheeks, but wasn't sure that was all. His smile was slightly unsettling more curled like a predator than a pervert and she couldn't shake that feeling he was more than just a horn dog. I was sure of it his presence even with him taking me in with his eyes so blatantly was still strong, predator, regal, and I could feel it over shadow mine.

I felt the red in my cheeks subside as I finally start to open my mouth, but before I could even get a syllable out he had started to talk cutting me off sharply. After all that staring he suddenly just wanted papers. I felt a little brushed off like he had seen all I had to offer in one glance. Sized me up and had made up his mind and now just needed it official. "Of course I have them right here." I say feeling a little ruffled that he skipped over asking my name. I slipped on a pair of glasses to make sure I had all the right papers before handing them over for the wolf to read.


Certificate of Birth
It is Hereby certified and solemnly attested that Tabytha Amur Kyrael was born at Siberian Memorial Medical Center at 12:26 this 15th day of November 1999. Authorized by Doctor Cesarean Sect Shion.

Followed by a complete physical work up with full notes proving she was in good health and everything was intact so to speak. A clean Bill of health with only minor notes about better posture to prevent long term back issues in the future.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

Heh, that was cute how she was blushing just at being checked out by me...oh girl, just you wait. I'll give you a reason to blush, I'll fuck it right out of you. At my terse comments, she seemed a bit indignant; for a split second, her brow wrinkled and her posture seemed ruffled. Oh, she was certainly going to be a delicious one. Within the walls of my home, I'd be stripping her of all her dignity and showing her how little it means. But she was quick to get out the papers I asked for--oh hey, she had glasses. That was kinda cute. I'd think about what to do about them later, though. For now, I took the papers she put in my hand and started going over them.

"Tabytha, huh? Cute name..." I mused aloud, not bothering to introduce myself as I ignored her and read the birth certificate, noting that she was twenty-five, almost twenty-six--I raised an eyebrow. Today was the third of November, her birthday was this month? 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, completely 'whole'...except for a footnote about her back. Ah, must have been hard carrying around those guns of hers, and I was only gonna make that 'worse'...well, I had ways of keeping her in good health, even her back once I start molding her as I see fit.

The emphasis on 'wholeness' in her medical report was slightly odd, surely they didn't mean...ah, no matter now. I finally shuffled the papers back together and looked up to Tabytha. "So, Tabby, looks like everything's in order. 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 shamelessly stare directly at her breasts and not her face. Still there was just...something about her. 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, Tabby." 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 leave any time you wish, but if you do 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. Verbal contracts were valid, and as my daddy taught me, keep everything 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 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...

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I stared at him a bit surprised as he clearly was not going to acknowledge more than my breasts today. I pushed my glasses up for a moment not entirely convinced he actually thought my name was cute when he said it. He kept ignoring me as he seemed to read the papers. I opened my mouth for half a moment thinking I should say something, but stop myself. It is thirty thousand dollars. I can deal with a few quirks. I won't be run off not after coming this far I look up at him as he reads and for a moment am surprised as he reads each part and I realize he might be smarter than I gave him credit for.

I turn and smile lightly to him as he shuffled the papers back and turned to look at me. I start to slide my glasses off to put them in my pocket but drop them suddenly as my smile falters and my tail twitches. "T...Tabby?!" I mumble looking to him. I hated that name. Just hearing it made me twitch. It sounded like what you called a feral alley cat. A stray. I hated it. I felt my teeth grind as he emphasized Tabby when he said it.

It won't be pretty but it won't be that bad. I can do this for a month. He just gonna have me clean probably call him a cute nickname and of course. I visibly grimace Listen to him call be Tabby and break my cherries. I just have to let him have his way and then be on mine. I am sure It not as severe as he makes it sound. I can do it for 30k right? right. I nod reassuring myself one last time before grabbing my bag.

"I understand. I didn't expect this to be all nice for me. I am in I can do this." I say as I walk past you into the house and am suddenly assaulted by goosebumps all over making my hair stand on end.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

Oh, that was just fucking adorable, calling the bitch 'Tabby' actually got a rise out of her! Totally stopped her in her tracks too; offended expression, incredulous whisper, dropped her glasses, even her tail was twitching. Oh, you silly little bitch, you ain't seen nothing yet... I thought to myself as I watched her stand there. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she actually grimaced and thought over the prospect of being my personal whore. For a moment there, I was worried she would actually refuse, but then she nodded and picked up her suitcase. I just watched her, silently and evenly, as she declared she was up to the task, then 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. After that, and while she was still turned from me, I 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, not hiding what I just did while looking her dead in the eyes. 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 Tabby'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.

"I'll take your suitcase for now, we'll go through your so-called belongings soon enough..." I said as I reached and grasped the handle of the suitcase away from her with my strength and being smoothly quick as if this was totally normal, before I put it up against the wall. 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 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 Tabby, 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 tiger, 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 had to identify and make note of any uppity, stubborn, or rebellious tendencies in her so I could begin planning and work on properly breaking her out of them.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I can do this! I can do this! It's for the mon.... ... Holy shit! My jaw flattened as I entered the house looking around. The house was gorgeous the outside did it on justice. I had no experience with this kinda lift style, but I had a pretty good feeling the entrance way cost more than I had spent getting my Doctorate. The painting I thought must have been expensive looking like little more then finger panting to my eyes, but seemed to be encased in a gold encrusted frame. Holy shit!!! He probably made thirty thousand dollars just since I have been standing at the door!

The entire house in sight was suddenly a lot darker the light slowly dimming to nothing as the door shut behind me. The sudden feeling of awe was very suddenly shattered all by the smallest of sounds. I heard a click behind me probably the lock in the now much darker room. It wasn't to dark to not see, but the shadows felt longer and the atmosphere felt heavy. The spacious and fancy room suddenly felt much smaller around me. I felt a wave of regret suddenly feeling that I was in a bit deeper than I had first thought.

I turned slowly and looked to him seeing his hand on the lock. I met his gaze and suddenly felt slightly smaller or rather he had gotten bigger. I shook my head knowing it was just a trick of the light as he moved and put my papers away into a drawer and then moved over towards me.

Before I knew it he had moved and was suddenly grabbing the handle of my suitcase. "W...wait that's my...!!" I move to my case and it is suddenly gone and I nearly fall face first barely catching myself as I noticed he had already placed it against the wall. I wiggled uncomfortably. Almost everything in there I didn't care if he saw, but in a small pocket I did have a very tiny bullet the size of just one single finger tip. I had kept that for years since early days of figuring out my own body. With my lack of dating it had helped me in some tough times. The other item I really did not want him to see was my diploma. I didn't want to see the look on his face if he knew a doctor like me had fallen to this. Even worse the only nickname worse then "Tabby" would be him mockingly calling me Doctor as he did his "Deeds". I hoped they would just go unnoticed in the inside side pouch.

I got up and half jumped back as he was already in front of me standing talk looking even more masculine and tough then before. He just continued talking again not even taking real notice of her or her actions. He just started to explain the rules and I couldn't help but let out a slight annoyed growl, but made sure to pay attention to each word not wanting to be caught off guard. He finished being very firm in his words as he makes it clear he will be master and would not continue in till he heard it. My eyes went a bit wide as I heard the seriousness in his tone. It was not super surprising as I had expected him to want a nickname, but this was not a nickname this struck me as him telling me his title. I wiggled nervously as he stared into my eyes. I kept his gaze for a few moments before I could no longer match his gaze and nodded softly. "Y...yes. I understand. M..Master." I say the words feeling a little alien on my tongue as I forced my gaze back up to him.

I listened as he continued explaining how he viewed my being here. I felt my ears start to burn just listening to him my face faring no better. His choice of words alone made me feel slightly out of place and question my choice again. I couldn't believe he could say and mean it so seriously when my face was deeper shade than my fur before quickly snapping out of it as he started to speak of pleasure that might happen to me. I quickly shook my head at the comment in protest. My pleasure?! No no it wasn't in the ad. I don't want to be pleasured in this. It work it would be wrong and I don't know him. I can't have it happen. I gonna take care of him like add, but be to wrong for me to have to feel that way. Too dirty and slutty. Only a whore would enjoy it. I am just... ... selling myself I sigh at my own train of thought. regardless i'm not a slut I can't enjoy it! It not even possible in a situation I would get aroused i'm sure. I nodded to myself before quickly looking back not wanting to miss anything.


I felt myself twitch again as he called me Tabby my whole tail lightly flicking the air, but didn't have time to dwell on it as he finished already demanding me to repeat it all back to him, but in my own words. I bit my lip taking a moment to relax. My face already felt burnt and to say this would surely bring the heat back to her face. It's for the money. It not that bad... well it could be worse. Yea definitely could be worse I thought and nodded and slowly opened my mouth.

"I am nothing Master. I am here for pleasure p..p..p." I stutter my entire body flushed not just my face. I could feel my own self respect and dignity take a blow with each syllable. The heat from blushing embarrassment covered my entire body. "For your pleasure. I will be a well trained bitch in 30 days." I finish my tone cracked as I can't look him in the face a moment more as I feel my body is all heated and burnt.

I took one last look to the door. It was still there. I could open it and leave now before anything happened. I could just walk out free back to the laptop and trying to find a job. I almost took a half step before balling my hands up. It's for the money that is all. It's just for the money and only a month. Just one month. I let out the sign and walk up to you ready to follow you onward slightly nervous about what awaited around the next turn.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

It was rather cute how just taking my slave's suitcase away made her squeaky and off-balance. She shuffled in one spot in discomfort at her situation, but didn't actually try to resist me or complain. Good. She didn't seem to have much defense against someone take control of a situation from her...I wondered just how naturally submissive she might be, when faced with a man who makes it absolutely clear that when he wants something, it happens. And whether she was naturally submissive or not, I would make her fully submissive to me in the end. The only question was how intensely I needed to train her.

Once I got up in her face to give her the 'Master' rule, she growled a little back at first--so she did have some adversarial instinct beneath that sexy exterior. By her body language and expression, she seemed more irritated than actually rebellious though. No matter, I was going to enjoy breaking it out of her all the same. She would come to be excited at the thought of my unquestionable authority, I'd make sure of it. By the end of my ultimatum, her eyes were wide and she fidgeted and wiggled in place a little more before she submissively--even if unconsciously--turned her head away from my unyielding, cold gaze. All within ordinary expectations, for a girl with little or no experience with a BDSM lifestyle. Manageable. She managed to get out an affirmative with my title for me, even if she stumbled over it a bit. No worries there--familiarity and acceptance would come with time and repetition. Her reaction to my explanation of her place and purpose was a little more spectacular. As soon as I had begun talking, her ears and cheeks were quickly flushing red with an expression of dawning distress on her face. Interestingly, she shook her head and averted her eyes when I started mentioning what pleasure would mean to her. It was slightly odd, I tentatively hypothesized she wasn't warm to the idea of her only getting pleasure when I say so--the alternative explanation was she was trying to convince her self that she wouldn't find any of this pleasurable to herself at all. I rated that as slightly unlikely, why would she be here if she wanted it to be entirely unenjoyable to herself? Still a possibility, though. By the time I had finished, she had sighed, finished with whatever momentary battle she just fought in her mind, then nodded and looked back to me. Her tail flicked in irritation as I called her Tabby again, while she bit her lip and her face continued burning in adorable hues of red while she worked herself up to comply with my order.

Her voice stuttered and cracked as she forced out the words, fortunately remembering to call me Master. I could practically hear her shame replacing self-respect as she spoke. She had clearly never said anything like this before in her life. This was a good start; the bitch needed to be broken down before I could build her back up as I desired. But just after she finished the self-degrading declaration, she turned her head back to the door. I stayed entirely still. She was on the fence again, still considering walking out. I was slightly worried, there really was no way to predict ahead of time which way someone will fall on such a contested decision. Her foot lifted up in the beginning of a step away, I inhaled a miniscule amount of breath. But then...her fists clenched in determination, and she turned away from the door, back to me, with a look of resignation on her face. I couldn't help it; the left corner of my mouth quirked up a fraction of an inch. Got you. Internally, I was ecstatic: I well and truly had her now. In a way, it was actually the best possible outcome that she considered leaving and did not, rather than continued to follow along. I didn't know exactly what she had been thinking, but I didn't need to--she had successfully rationalized to herself the idea of putting up with this treatment I was giving her. Now, with every step she took further into my house, every minute she spent in my company, that rationalization would only get stronger, she would continue to retroactively justify in her own way putting up with each new thing I do to her, continually compromising herself to me just so she wouldn't have to face the idea of all her previous self-compromises being all for nothing. I had expected to need to wait a few days before I could observe her on the precipice like this, that she had showed me her true colors already was extremely promising.

But now it was time for me to continue my momentum, to keep control of the situation and continue to 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. "C-minus. The effort was there, but that was just the bare minimum, a merely adequate echo of my words with no creativity on your part. It is your first day, so I'll excuse poor quality...for now." I said in a firm, dismissive tone. The 'C-' 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 it clear to the little slut-kitten that I was judging her. 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. 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. Slowly, I took a step to the side with my hands remaining clasped 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. "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. "Tabby, 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.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I stood still just for a moment hearing nothing, but my breath and heartbeat as he stood silently humming. I was sure he was pondering what to do with me which made me feel a little uneasy. I shifted my weight back and forth between my feet lightly rubbing my tail in the silence feeling a bit nervous. I shouldn't care, but I suddenly felt a little fear of rejection. After all the work to get here just to be kicked out would be rather humiliating.

I took a deep breath to even my self out a bit more. I didn't want to over re act and needed to stay calm to make it through. In the silence my mind half wandered back to a part that still slightly worried me. I didn't want to be pleasured and had a strange feeling he would accept that stance. It's for the money. It is a job. You don't enjoy your job. I can work hard for him, but can't enjoy this. I cross one arm under my breasts holding the other as I worried about how that would play out with him. Hoping that it just would not be anything he would notice. If it felt good I might die of the shame. It all for the money if I came It would make me... I paused in my thoughts not wanting to face the thought. I could do my best to make it look that way... But if he found out. My head was suddenly filled with thoughts of him spending hours just forcing me to orgasm. Playing with my body like a game while I couldn't stop him. He did mention bondage and I knew he probably would be more than able to accomplish this. I quickly turned and took a small drink of water from my suitcase to hide my reaction. Just the thought of him doing that to me was so dirty and wrong I felt intensely flustered and embarrassed and didn't want him to see. I felt he might be able to read me so well he would know what I was thinking.

As I turned back round he suddenly spoke out demanding attention. C-minus?!?!But I've... I stop myself refusing to let that get to me. I was sure it was just his way of saying it was not the quality he expected. I wasn't sure I really wanted take that in, but it did let me know he was judging me and he expected a level of performance. I looked off to the side for a moment knowing he was judging when I suddenly felt his paw pad hands lightly around my neck and his thumb pushing my chin up as he locked eyes with me. I had only minor issue making eye contact before, but something about this was different. It was hard looking into those eyes as he gazed hard into mine. I didn't want to necessarily look away, but the gaze was almost paralyzing the disdain was plain. He continued speaking being clear i would be fixed and he was going to fuck me into submission. My face should have been so hot he could have cooked off of it , but I was still stuck in his eyes. The look of his eyes staring down his muzzle to me was intense. He had confidence dripping from his eyes as they stared into mine. They screamed to me "I will not fail. I will turn you into what I want." It was hard to face such a strong look.

Suddenly the hand and thumb was gone and I found myself on my knee's on the ground. I was covered in a cold sweat breathing hard feeling Like I had just ran a mile. The fuck just happened to me?! My mind was racing for an answer. He had just moved to his side and continued on like nothing had happened. I slowly pushed myself back up a bit shaky at first. I just let it all get to me for a moment. It was no big deal i'm fine. I tried to rationalize it to myself, but I kept thinking about that gaze, but being pulled out of the thought as the word "Tabby" immediately drew my attention back to him as my tail and face twitched as he said it again with emphasis.

I felt a bit more at east with this question knowing I had very little to share and he might be disappointed in the response. After everything that had happened this felt almost like a break compared to the other things I had to say. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction this time wanting to keep my nerve after losing it moments ago. I focused on my face while I started to answer hoping it looked normal enough he wouldn't notice I was fighting off the flustered feeling rising from the bottom of my stomach.

"I don't have much experience. I focused..." I stopped and started again remembering the rules. This was turning out to be harder by the second as adding in master was making the flustered feeling more intense. "I don't have much experience master. I focused on school work." I took a deep breath keeping my focus. "I have touched myself Master. Never more then a single finger in anything." I took a long breath through my nose knowing the next part would be the hardest. "I... Did once at a party give a blowjob." My whole body visibly wretches as I fight the bile riding up from my stomach. "It was terrible Master. The smell was strong like sweat and skin. I could smell he didn't always wash after the rest room either. It was like a rock and throbbed like when you get a head ache and feel each heart beat. The liquid that leaked out was bitter and watery and the taste stained my tongue so it wouldn't go away." I wretched slightly again shaking. " I tried to swallow when you came, but I couldn't take it. Thick like hot sour cream it sucked every bit of moisture from my mouth giving me cotton mouth. Slime like as it crawled along my tongue. I had to spit it out and my lunch almost came back up to say hello." I shivered trying to block out the thought my entire body remembering the experience almost perfectly. I finally relaxed my body, but couldn't tell if he knew I was trying to not over react to anything. His look was calm and collected and still gave nothing away.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

Before I passed down my judgment, I was rewarded with seeing the bitch squirm under my scrutiny; I could tell she was still fighting another little battle in her mind. And she didn't even seem to do it on purpose, but she crossed one arm under her breasts, which delightfully puffed them up a bit as eye candy for me. That was sexy, and drew my eyes for a moment. But before I could stop her, the bitch also pulled a waterbottle from her suitcase to get a sip from before I explained things to her. I suppressed a brief flare of anger. That was out of line, but it wouldn't do to lose my temper now, and I guess the dumb whore just wasn't getting the idea yet. No matter. I was going to rectify that soon. But after I grabbed her neck and chin and forced her to stare at me, I got another very good surprise from her; the slut actually fell to her knees once I let her go, shaking and breathing loud enough that I could hear. Just from that one dominance stare, she literally went weak in the knees. Fucking hell, this bitch really was naturally submissive deep down, even if she didn't know it yet! My excitement continued to grow, I was going to have a lot of fun bringing that submission out of her, kicking and screaming if I had to.

She managed to get back to her feet after I started stalking around her in a circle to ask my questions on her sexual experience. I noticed her taking a moment to compose herself by standing a little taller and managing to stop her shaking, something about it gave her a small burst of confidence. Interesting...I continued walking slowly, one step at a time in a circle around her as she told me about her experiences. Or rather, singular experience. I very nearly missed a step when I realized what she was telling me, but managed to keep smoothly walking as she retold the time she gave a blowjob. It was just...no way.

No fucking way.

There was no way even I was that lucky! A virgin? An honest-to-God never-been-fucked virgin?! I couldn't believe it! The very best I had hoped for was a girl who had just one or two boyfriends and maybe had at least read some vague scrap about BDSM before and found herself curious about it. This fucking virgin literally threw herself into a wolf's den to be chewed up and spat out without even the slightest clue of what she was in for! I felt like drooling again. I was going to be this girl's real first, and I was going to break her in hard enough I'd probably leave an impression on her for the rest of her life. The thought of having such power over her even after she left me was intoxicating. It was a rush to have that much control, it was the whole reason I wanted a slavepet in the first place: to control, to own. But...there was also the hitch. Her being an untouched virgin probably meant she'd be sexually fragile and might eventually just snap and quit after I pushed her to far. But...fuck it. I wasn't going to fucking mollycoddle her just because she was a virgin, and besides she'd chosen to stay even after I started giving her an inkling of what her time here would be like. Virgin or not, I was going to have the fun I wanted.

The rest of her story was fascinating, too. The useless slut explained how she couldn't handle one blowjob, was very detailed about how it made her nauseous. She hated every little part of it, I could see her start to shake again as she called up the memories. Hah. Too bad, bitch. By the time I'm through with you, I'll fuck your mouth so hard you won't be able to tell which way's up, make you swallow every blast of my hot load, and then you'll beg me 'Please Master, may I have some more?' and mean it. I thought to myself with not a small amount of sadistic glee. Outwardly, I stopped in front of her again, ending my predatory circling, as I regarded her. "A virgin." I stated simply. "I'll be honest, bitch, I wasn't even expecting a real virgin to break in. You're better than I hoped for already in a lot of ways. I'm going to be that much happier to teach you your proper place without any annoying preconceptions about inferior kinds of sex to distract you, those ridiculous notions that you're actually worth something and deserve pleasure of your own." I spoke firmly to her, giving her another lecherous grin as I started down at her.

"But before we get into that, there's just a few more details to take care of first. Come, Tabbyslut." I said as I moved over to grab the envelope of her papers off the front door side-stable and then suitcase from the wall in one hand, while my other hand grabbed my slave by the back of the neck. 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 tiger pet to stand next to me as I hauled her suitcase 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 shorts and shirt out for me.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I saw something in his face as I told him about my limited encounters. I was certain of it he had let a grin about something. If he had even the slightest reaction shown it must have been something I said. Was it the story or something else. I couldn't quite put my finger on it wondering if that slight shift was in excitement over her experience or perhaps something else. I stared harder and harder wondering if I had just imagined his reaction all together as he stayed so calm and orderly and I saw no signs of the change again as I completed my tale. Still the thought of that grin made my hair stand on end.

I swallowed a bit loudly lightly pawing at my tail as he continued on. It was crazy as he spoke reminding me again of his confidence. Anyone one else saying those words I am certain I would have laughed and shrugged them off, but the tone and air of confidence made me listen to each word. I found myself looking down as the confidence continued to all of his words. Hearing him talk about my worth and proper place I should have immediately shrugged off. I didn't know him, but he spoke with such authority for a moment I felt myself question if he was right about my place. I tugged my tail harshly wincing at the pain, but it broke me out of my momentary doubt of myself. I look back to him now staring at me smiling at me... or rather at my breasts it seemed. This smile was different than the one I thought I glimpsed from before. This one was him letting me know he was staring and he didn't care.

I don't get a chance to think to long on it as one eye twitched again from hearing myself called Tabby. In this situation I was not surprised he called me a slut, and it phased me less, but Tabby just touched on something in the back of my mind. I couldn't hear it without twitching with annoyance. His hand slide behind my neck and slowly guided me further into the mansion. I could feel his paw pads from the underside of his hand pressed to the back of my neck giving me goosebumps. His hands felt strong and I knew his grip would match. To my surprise we ended up in the kitchen. I looked around curiously feeling a bit more relaxed for a moment thinking it was time to talk about her cooking and cleaning duties. I half jumped as I hear a loud crack as turn to see my suitcase put on the counter and his sudden demand.

"Yes, Master." I say quietly. I could do this with no problem I thought to myself feeling a bit of confidence from a task that would be less taxing than any so far. Just wants to see me like I am in a bathing suit. No problem I can do this. Yea this I can do! With the solid feeling of confidence I crossed my arms and slowly slide the orange blouse free only getting it stuck under my breasts for a few moments. My breasts bounced several times as the shirt popped free of them. I folded the shirt setting it down before sliding the zipper off the side of my skirt and shake my hips slightly to the left and right as I tug it down to the floor before stepping out of it and folding it on top of my shirt. I felt a short collapse in my confidence wishing I had not worn a thong and bra that matched my natural skin stripes. I felt a flare of warmth cross my cheekbones, but quickly repressed it as I walk towards him the only sound in the room is my paws crossing the cold floor. I hold my clothes out in front of me for him to take as I shiver this time purely from the slight chill.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

Man, the way the bitch fidgeted with her own tail when confronted by me was adorable as fuck. It also didn't escape my notice how she tensed up and twitched every time I said 'Tabby' so far. Tabby, Tabby, Tabby. Get used to it, bitch. I wanted to find all her buttons and limits I could...and then ruthlessly break them to keep proving to her that she was putty in my hands. I was going to mold her as I wanted in spite of her personal wishes, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to resist it (Unless she were to just quit, of course). She was also jumpy at small, sudden sounds. I'd train her out of that, too. Like a proper pet, she'd look to her Master to see that all is well.

However, on my command to undress, I was quite pleased to see her obey without hesitation and with a proper affirmative. She was at least getting the basics down already, that was good. To my particular delight, as she pulled off her shirt, it made her nice fat tits bounce around. I stared intently, thoroughly enjoying every jiggle as she then worked her skirt off, then held both her skirt and shirt out to me. I took them in one arm, which I held across my front as I propped my other elbow on my arm, and rubbed my chin with my hand in a 'thoughtful' pose as I stood and casually stared at her body, grinning as I did so. Her thong and bra were tiger-striped, just like her own fur. "Well, ain't that just fucking cute and sexy. Underwear that matches the tiger-bitch's fur...you know, I might just let you keep those. But...then again, maybe not, I can get better ones." I said aloud, not bothering to explain what I meant about her keeping them. I was just about to get to that...

"Don't move, Tabby-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 undid the latches and zippers on her suitcase and flipped the main compartment open. I was gonna make this bitch watch me go through her stuff, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. I was going to teach her that being my slave meant she had no privacy, nothing hidden from me. The suitcase 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...huh, a nice slinky black dress I wasn't expecting. But still, folded and laid out. I removed other items I expected to find, water bottles and hygiene products, and set them out on the counter as well. The suitcase was rapidly being emptied, and I found a wallet and cellphone. Again, I gave them only quick glances of disinterest before setting them aside. "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 suitcase, feeling around for smaller pockets and compartments. "Call whoever you want, tell 'em whatever you like, 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."

Turning my head back to the suitcase, I felt a small pocket with something in it. I unzipped it and felt around with my fingers to pull out a small object that made me darkly grin. "And what do we have here..." I said as I fitted the small rubbery object over my finger. I felt a hidden switch in it, and a quiet buzzing came from the knob on the finger-covering as it vibrated. "So my little whore brought a toy of her own, huh? It's so tiny and pathetic, just what I'd expect from a slave-whore who doesn't know her place yet." I said as I shut it off, removed it, and placed it on the counter before feeling around her empty-looking suitcase once more. "Don't worry, slut-kitten. I've got some real toys for you..." I chuckled as I meticulously checked every pocket of the suitcase, sticking my hand into everything, violating whatever secrets she thought she had. Lo and behold, in the last pocket, I felt something like paper. "And what's this now?" I said as I pulled out... a degree certification, for clinical psychology. I raised an eyebrow in mocking amazement as I studied the paper. "Well, well, well! Philosophiae doctor! So we've got an educated bitch here!" I said as I turned my head towards her, with a truly devious grin on my face. It was all fitting together: a virgin with a doctorate, yet subjecting herself to my tender cares. She must have really needed the cash I was offering, no fucking way she'd be here if she actually had money herself. Not that I was really surprised anyway, the offer would really have only appealed to already-learned submissives, which wasn't what I was looking for, or desperate girls, which was merely incidental. Funnily enough, being trained in clinical psychology just might give the slut a little extra resistance to the psychological aspects of domination and submission I was going to train her in, if she could recognize patterns of conditioning... Which was good, I liked a little bit of a challenge, sets up a further 'fall'. Besides, I had already figured she was a submissive at heart, and I was going to show her that in the end.

"How's the educated bitch feeling now, standing in her skivvies for me like a whore? In fact, take those off and give them to me right now, Tabby." I mocked and commanded her as I held out another hand with expectation. I was going to drill into this bitch's head that nothing, absolutely nothing, put her above me. I was going to teach her that I as her Master and her as my Pet, I was superior in every way, and that meant taking everything she thought highest of herself and making them into nothing.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I stood for a moment as he looked over me seemingly to be thinking over her look hand rubbing on his chin. I half shut one eye body shifting away as he commented upon my panties and bra. It wasn't the worse he had said, but it was harsh and it felt like he was just warming up. I looked to him trying to steel myself feeling a harsh whirlwind of comments would soon be unleashed upon me. It was just a lot to try and handle at once both the new situations, the embarrassment, the now loud more aggressive shift in tone.

I tried my best to stand still as he said, but that surge of annoyance was getting stronger every time he kept saying Tabby. This time adding bitch just felt more annoying this time my ears and my tail cringe at the word. The kitchen was also cold my body feeling more chilled by the moment being in the kitchen feeling my own nipples tarting to harden underneath my bra. Goosebumps crawl across my flesh making my hair stand on end. I waited and watched as he took my suitcase apart and found little of interest.

I was not surprised he wasn't interested in much in my bag. When he got to my phone though I felt a dark chill seep down my spine as he explained he would limit my phone time. I felt my mind trace back to classes on brainwashing and felt the dark chill become stronger. He was isolating me from the outside world. Cutting off my support. The over bearing presence before, now hard loud words, along with being in a cold environment. He is adding stress and planning to wear me down. I probably would not get a lot of solid rest either. More things to embarrass me and just constantly wear down on my defenses. After that simple behavioral therapy. Positive reinforcement for doing what he wants and negative for when I disobey. I bite my lip hard drawing a little bit of blood. He doesn't want a sub girl.. ... he wants a literal Trained sex pet!! My eyes go wide as my heart picks up the pace.

I needed the money and had already been to this point, but should I really stay? I wasn't sure I could handle this and he clearly had a plan to break me down. Could I make it just a month or would I really turn into his pet? I shook my head and remembered I just had to focus. If you can focus on strong feelings and remember them it could help. I tried to think of strong thoughts of now so I could hold on to them for the entire month, but it was shattered by the sudden vision of him forcing me to orgasm forcing me to be pleasured whether I liked it or not. I felt sick as the last image of the thought was my face ... smiling. I slightly bent over holding my tummy lightly, but I wasn't given any time to recover as he pulled something else out of my bag.

I groaned hoping even more than the diploma he wouldn't find that hidden in the pouch of my bad. I couldn't look I just could not watch as he moved it to his finger. I looked down hoping for just a moment he wouldn't hit the!

"bbbbbbbbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

I felt a flood of color to my face. I felt dizzy from such an intense rush of blood flooding my head brought of from the sheer embarrassment. I didn't know what to do but keep looking down and wait till my face cools. I tried to think of the strong thoughts to center myself, but that buzzing noise kept taking my focus. To my own slight surprise I felt a small ting of defensiveness over my finger buzz as he called it small and pathetic. I had really liked it and it had been perfect size for me. I didn't have time to dwell because the emotional assault was still not over yet as his booming voice filled the room as he pulled out my degree. His mocking tone and disingenuous remarks and body language each hit me like a slap. I felt the flushing in my face turn from a warm blush to a burning hot anger. I had worked hard for that degree years and he was shrugging it off and taunting me with it before tossing it aside like trash. What was worse is I knew now that he saw the degree he would either assume I really am so kind of deviant slut or worse he would guess I was so hard up for money in this economy I might put up with even worse conditions then he planned. Sure enough on his next command was to finish stripping down even ending it with Tabby once again.

I found my breathing was heavy pants as I was still looking down but more from a mixed sensation. I felt it hard to think my brain was completely washed with emotion. Embarrassment flooding in and shame from not being able to avoid this situation and anger from his repeat calling me of Tabby and treating of my degree a representation of my hard work like trash. I could not quite see straight I felt dizzy dazed all at once. I couldn't even remember anything about strong thoughts or staying calm. I just wanted to Scream, cry, yell, and crawl into a corner and die all at the same time. I breathed for several moments not moving or talking as I hoped it would subside, but it wouldn't. I gripped my bra and panties almost tearing them off and tossing them at him. I kept myself from more than throwing underwear as the shame of really needing the money just barely won out against running away. "Here you go, Master?" I manage to say with gritted teeth standing there my hands at my sides feeling dizzy again as I embarrassment and shame of my naked form replace the anger as for once I was happy to be in a cold room to have the cold air on my burning face.[/i]

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

To my amusement, the bitch looked like she had gotten highly embarrassed when I found her little toy, blushing and looking down in shame. I couldn't wait for the time to come when I'd shove one of my monster dildos into her and teach her what a real toy felt like. But other than that, it looked like the slut was starting to learn just how far I was going to take my control of her. On the other hand, she reacted a little worse than I expected when I 'confronted' her about her degree. Though she was looking down and away from me, I could see her body shaking and her hands clenching; that had gotten her genuinely upset. She swayed slightly, as if dizzy and was going to fall, but managed to furiously tear off her undergarments and throw them at me. The bitch even looked like she was going to cry, and her teeth were clenched in anger. I almost frowned, but managed to keep my face neutral. This was bad. This was rebellious. This was what I didn't want. For a brief moment, I wondered if I'd maybe gone a little too far, too soon. She obviously valued her degree very highly to herself, more than I had expected, and thus far I also hadn't shown her much in the way of positive reward and gentleness for her to want to please me. But no, I could not appear weak, could not appear like I was responding to her emotions, I was still in control. I'd have to give this a careful touch, a delicate balance of 'kindness' that remained entirely on my terms.

I had caught the clothes she threw at me in my arms, but now I looked at her with a stern expression as I smoothly put the panties and bra on the counter while not breaking my gaze from her. Slowly, I took a step towards her, and then another, until I was standing an inch in front of her as I gradually raised a hand to her face. I let her wonder what I was going to do for only a split-second, let her expect I was about to be mad...and then I placed my palm right on her cheek, with my fingers curling around her neck and my thumb softly rubbing into her face. With my hand as a guide, I made her look up into my authoritative face, though my stern expression was softening. "Now now, Tabby..." I said in a calming voice. She was boiling with emotion at the moment, but she would become calm because of my calming presence. "There is no reason to be upset. I am freeing you from the harsh responsibilities of the outside world. Here, as a slave-pet, the only thing that matters to you is me." I said to her, keeping an almost tender expression on my face, as I moved my other hand to her hip and started creeping it around to her soft ass. "But a slave-pet is also not to have unsightly outbursts. Now, I know you didn't just think any angry thoughts at me, because if you did, then my slave-pet would have to be..." My creeping hand had moved to clutch a handful of her asscheek as I spoke, where I then lifted it up and swiftly brought it back down in a single slap, enough to 'sting' slightly but not enough to actually hurt as my calm face immediately turned dangerously stern again. "...punished." I finished my sentence, giving her the very clear warning that while I was just gentle with her, if she acted out again, I would stop being 'gentle'. I let her take in my warning face for a moment, before I let go of her with both hands and took one step back, with my hand what was on her face now traveling down to cup under one of her heavy tits and bounced it up a little while I looked down and smiled at it. "Now, what you should be proud of are these sweater-kittens. These are wonderful already, something worth being proud of, because they will be making me very happy..." I said as I then started stepping back again, with my hand quickly and smoothly sliding up to give her nipple a quick tug as I pulled away to stop and examine her entire naked body carefully as I had done while she was in her undergarments.

"Yess....your body is built for sex, 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 as I turned back 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, 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 a few more things to take care of..." I said as I walked away from her to one of the cupboards of the kitchen, wordlessly expecting her to continue staying where she was. I pulled out a bottle of pills, then retrieved a glass and filled it with water from a dispenser, then brought bottle and glass over to her. I let her see the label on the bottle, indicating it was over-the-counter birth control, before I unscrewed the cap and shook out a single pill to hold out to her. "You'll be taking one of these every day. We can't have anything irreversible happening to your body, after all..." I said as I waited for her to take and swallow the pill.

After she did, I turned away once more to put the bottle back in the cupboard, and then I went to a different 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 walked towards her. Once I stood in front of her again, I gave her a simple, but firm command. "Hold still, Tabby. 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 metal with the 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 tightly 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, Tabby, 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.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I felt the residual heat start to dissipate as my heart beat kept up at a slightly elevated pace from the sudden outburst of excitement. I lightly clicked my tongue as my under garments were easily caught and his look was plain and stern. I couldn't even get a reaction when I was almost off the walls. I flinched as he walked towards me and started to move his hand up. I was sure he wouldn't hit more or anything not like this or in this situation, but that didn't mean punishment of some sort wouldn't be used for her outburst. His fingers went around my neck and thumb slowly across my face as he looked down at me once again leaving me confused. I couldn't understand his reactions as he looked down at me with a serious face. I felt slightly more calm for only a brief moment as he starts again with Tabby. This time my ears just twitched before falling flat the name not becoming easier to bear even with him saying it several times already.

I listened quietly about being free and the change of life and am not sure of what to make of it. I feel like every time I get a grip or a feel for this new life I will be living he makes sure I am confused again as new rules are added or changed. I look back to him his face almost sympathetic for a brief moment before..."Yeouch!!" I jumped out grabbing my bum as I feel a sting and see a small outline upon my ass the whole thing taking me for surprise as I had thought for a moment I saw sympathy. I turn back and see him staring before complimenting my breasts. I blush realizing my jump probably made them bounce and that he had managed to some how completely change the mood and tone back to his level of comfort. My emotions had mostly calmed down as I only felt the embarrassment of his eyes crossing my bare exposed body.

I didn't get much time to think as he kept up his fast pace only forcing me to feel a brighter blush on my face as he continues to talk about my body. I wondered just for a moment if it would ever get easier. I had no idea how long I had been here already. 40 mins maybe an hour? It felt like a great deal more. Would I still be me if It got easier and I didn't blush as hard. I found myself nodding and slowly responding as he tells me this is how things will be. Where to eat when to sleep what he wants. "Yes Master." I say as he continues the list, my mind still slightly stuck on if I would leave here at all or would a different person in my skin leave this place. I knew I had to stay I needed the money, but I couldn't get past the nagging feeling that I would never be the same.

I stopped as a glass of water and a single pill was put into my hand and froze up. I had been back and forth fought myself since coming here if I should stay, but it was all just thoughts. This single pill preventing me from getting pregnant represented so much more. Once I took it he would probably take my virginity and take me over and over. Once I take that pill there would be no more safety net on the sex or his needs. My body would be fully committed to this and his deprived tastes. It was a point of no return. I had said I needed the money and thought it over and over, but it felt like that conviction behind those words had faded. I took a deep breath knowing my choice no matter how hard as I take the pill and swallow it down a bit of tearing up in my eyes as I feel something inside of me die and knowing this was my life for a month.

He walked back with a collar and Tabytha felt it was now the perfect way to start My month as a toy for him. For the first time I didn't flinch at hearing him call me Tabby as the slut pet went over my neck, a simple name seemed so much less important knowing I was now his "Slut pet." I took a shuddering breath my face burning hard as I stood in his kitchen in the complete nude blushing with such a collar on. This seemed to be the real start and I felt a chill as he mentions the real training starts here.

"Y...Yes, Master."

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

It looked to me that the bitch was finally beginning her adjustment for real. After I explained to her that I controlled what she did, she answered me with a prompt, if unenthusiastic "Yes, Master" as needed. I checked off another box in my head now that I knew she was accepting that large part of her new life as my slave. I also noted with interest how she seemed to hesitate on the pill, I even saw the bitch's eyes glossy up. Another battle in her head...and another one that I won, after she swallowed the pill as instructed. Man, but I just loved seeing that, her clearly making up justification after justification to commit to being my fucktoy, all for whatever reason she thought was worth it. Her every hesitation, and then decision to proceed and compromise her reluctance was yet another chain I was binding her with, tighter than any steel. Mine. She was mine, and sooner or later, I'd have her submissiveness nurtured to the point where she would obey me without hesitation. I was actually getting a little heady by the time I collared her, noticing that she didn't even twitch this time at me calling her Tabby, and again affirmed me as her Master.

There was nothing I loved more than the rush of being in control.

I stood there for several long moments, holding her leash in my hand, and just examining her body as she shuddered in the cool air, her fur enticingly rippling over her body, and her tits jiggling ever so slightly. God, I couldn't wait any more, I had to have those 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, Tabby. 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', that was one thing I was definitely going to get her used to. I'd break all the sexual shame out of her until she could walk into a room full of horny males while totally exposed and not bat an eyelash like a seasoned stripper. 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, not like the one touch I did before. I wanted to see her reaction, see how much she balked at the notion of being groped by me at any moment, and by far the very tamest thing I was going to do to her. 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, 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 came to me as a virgin. Now you're mine, and that also means your virginity is mine to take. The only irreversible thing I'll do to your body, it seems. It's a little bit of a special thing, so I want to savor it, enjoy it. I'll pop your cherry when I'm good and ready, exactly when I want to and how I want to, and not one moment sooner." I let a toothy, mirthful grin widen on my face. "Of course, I'm also not known for my patience, so don't worry, you probably won't have to wait to long. And also don't worry about me not going straight for your main event." I said, before I finally tilted my gaze up to look her in the eye. "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 without command or not, and deal with her appropriately.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I stood on edge waiting as he stared at me with the leash. I was still swimming in a sea of mixed emotion my brain half turned off feeling fuzzy from all my own thoughts. It almost felt a bit like I just needed a moment of silence to not be arguing with myself or justifying the behaviors I was about to take.

I suddenly found myself keeling over the tug of the collar so sudden and my mind so hazy at the moment it completely toppled me over. I panted on all fours my breasts and palms pressed against the cold floor. "H...hey w...wait.. I!" I start to stutter as you start walking telling me to heel and keep up. I scamper on all fours trying to get back up, but can't quite manage to get back up on my feet before the tug of the leash pulls me back down. I whimper as I half hop and scuttle trying to move to your side as you walk.

I finally manage to walk up behind you panting hard heart suddenly pounding from the awkward motion. I barely get a chance to catch my breath before we are suddenly inside his entertainment room and my mind is fully aware of the situation. My mind no longer hazed and my body slightly flushed from the movement.

"N..nyaaa!!!" I let out a shocked gasp as he strong hands suddenly grasped my breast. One of my eyes close as I bite my lip having trouble listening as I can feel my nipple tweaked and tugged sending a mixed batch of pain and slight pleasure. No. I don't like this.It is a job nothing but a job! I yelled at myself. I kept my composure after the short gasp keeping myself calm.

I tried to keep calm, but my body clearly clenched the moment he mentioned my virginity. I knew it would happen, but knowing it was coming made me tense up and a little nervous. Will it hurt a lot? It doesn't hurt for everyone... No it good if it hurts I can focus on that. I can't enjoy it it not possible i'm not that kind of girl I reassured myself with a small sigh. Even to myself my own reassurances started to feel repetitive. My body relaxed as he mentioned it would still be a bit before that time would come. Damn i'm not staying relaxed I clenched my fists nails digging into my palm slightly as staying calm wasn't working and I was sure he could read me like a book regardless of my efforts.

He stared and I felt myself flustered. Failing multiple times to stay calm over his last sentence I couldn't stop the rest of the feelings from bursting forth. He just sat there completely still looking over me. I felt like a trophy or a painting or perhaps just a toy he was deciding how to play with. The embarrassment came flooding back. I felt myself blushing so hard it felt like all my flesh was a flushed so deeply it could be noticed even under my fur. My nipples now out from the kitchen and with me flushed become a soft rose color from my flushed feeling. I didn't move not wanting to do anything without permission, but standing become harder and harder. I started to stroke my tail more to keep my hands from covering my body as the embarrassment only grew the longer he sat staring. I feel like i'm a pet or something I wiggle looking to the side hoping this wouldn't continue much longer.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

Heh, I didn't even plan on it, but when I pulled the bitch along to follow me from the kitchen, she sort of went down almost to all fours and tried to keep up with me that way. I didn't even tug that hard! But fuck yes was that hot, she was just so submissive unconsciously if she wasn't really trying hard to get back to her feet. I wasn't going to teach her about "pet-walking" for a few days and didn't plan to use it often, mostly because it'd be a fucking tragedy to put those tits out of proper view for a long time, but now I just couldn't wait to teach this whore to express her submission consciously, get her to show her true side to me all the time. When we got to my entertainment room and I 'tested' groping one of her tits, I carefully took note of her reaction. Excellent, no flinching or obvious balking aside from an initial cute squeal, though she did shut one of her eyes and bite her lip tensely while trying to control her breath. That was odd, generally something someone did when they were making themselves put up with something painful to block it out a little, but my generous hand couldn't have been hurting her...was she trying to block out good feelings? Oh shit, she was! Earlier I had gotten one of the stronger reactions out of her when I mentioned her getting pleasure. So, she probably thought it was 'wrong' to enjoy this or she was 'above it', and didn't want to feel good?

Ohhhh, slut. You will learn. You will learn to love it.

Once I was seated on my couch with the leash still in hand and my new slave standing in front of me for me to just enjoy the view with. The bitch was smart enough to not try and get on the couch with me without me telling her to. "Good girl." I say after a moment, those two words equal parts praising and derogatory. "A good pet does not get on furniture unless her Master tells her to. Good that you got that already." I was about to actually tell her to do something, but then I noticed how red she was starting to shade towards, across her entire body. As the moments ticked by, she seemed to get increasingly embarrassed and fidgety. Oh yes, bitch. Squirm.

The more she nervously stroked her tail, shuffled her feet, and deepened in red, the happier I got, and I did not move or hide it in any way. The front of my pants started to bulge out, and slowly grow bigger while my grin widened, making sure she noticed I was getting hard. Once I was sure of that, finally I spoke. "Fukkin' hell, slut, if you keep up that delicious, teasing, enticing squirming there, I might lose control of myself and just bang you like an animal! You're just begging for a fuck like that!" I chuckled, as it was her embarrassment that was turning me on (though I was going to cure her of that sooner or later, it was still fun to enjoy itself). "But, I think I've waited enough for my fun..."

Slouched backwards a little, I pointed with my empty hand to the ground between my legs just in front of the couch. "Tabby, kneel right here." I commanded, then waited for her to obey. Once she was kneeling directly between my spread knees, herself only a mere two feet away from my bulging crotch, I reached both of my hands back to go out to my sides, elbows hanging just slightly off the edge of the couch's backrest while my hands clutched it, one still holding my toy's leash. With my legs and arms spread out, it seemed like a 'vulnerable' position, but I stared down at the bitch with a neutral expression to make sure she knew it was the other way around. I was so strong, so above her, I didn't have the slightest concern from her, and I expected her to do what I want without me even needing my hands. I was confident. "Now, whore. Unbutton and unzip my pants. Then reach into my pants, through the space in my boxers, then pull my cock out." I then watched to see how well she managed that task. My boxers were plain black underneath and nothing particularly special, but would be bulging even more once the more-rigid front of my pants was out of the way.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

God! He still staring!! I keep stroking my tail swaying slightly in spot glancing everywhere in the room except towards him. I shift my weight back and forth between my feet sending a small bounce in my curvy flesh. I let out a small sigh feeling lucky I had waited and not sat down, but also slightly annoyed for a moment wondering if everything would be a test. I had to double check everything he clearly was reading me and would pounce on any mistakes. I half jump out of place at his sudden out burst and crossed my arms over my breasts as my tail lightly covered my slit as I feel another wave of blushes hitting my face from his comments. Even my squirms seemed to be of enjoyment to him. I huffed slightly at myself getting angry that I'm still feeling embarrassed so easily.

After such a long pause I feel myself once again twitch at hearing Tabby called out, but quickly forget about it before starting to slide down in front of him. I had figured this was coming some deed of some sort and looked up into his eyes for a brief moment from down on my knees. I flinched from his gaze as his body seemed relaxed but his eyes still displayed the same confident message. He was in control and not letting me forget it.

"Yes, Master." I reply my face not quite as red as before half expecting his request to release him. I took a deep breath as I have to adjust my breasts squishing them against the bottom of the chair as I move closer my hands unclipping the button at the top of his pants letting it echo in the room. Okay he probably has a really small dick. Rich all this money and show boating. He has to have a small wolf cock. It won't be a big deal. My fingers tug down the zipper next feeling each tooth pop free as I slide it down. Okay of course there is a bulge he has a sheath probably just the position. It going to be fine. My eyes focused hard as I reached into the slit of the boxers feeling the moist hot fur and pulling it all out at once.

"For the love of fuck's sake!" I half shout my body completely clenching mostly in fear as I get a full view of it in front of me. His sac must go half way down his thighs! Are those baseballs in there?! The slit in his sheath is way to big! I didn't know exactly how long or thick the lupine cock inside was, but it clearly was not small and would not fit comfortably or easily anywhere he would want to put it. I quickly slam my hands up to my mouth covering it looking up in dread as I realized I had shouted out. A small different blush covers my cheeks that I barely notice as the hot sweaty, but slightly sweet musk hits my nose from the hand used to lift him free, but it was a back note in my mind as I hesitantly braced myself after my outburst.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I watched the tasty tiger get to her knees in front of the couch, though she pressed her tits against the front of the seat cushion to hide them rather than laying them on the space between my thighs, which was a little disappointing. But no worries, I was going to tell her to bring them up anyway. I wanted a nice boobjob from those lovely tits to start everything off. She reached forward and started undoing my pants, slowly, nervously, and I noticed her trying to control her breathing, psyching herself up for it. Good, good. Now she reached into my boxers and--

Everything froze.

She had felt my meaty extra-large balls and pulled my sheath out, and it had just been starting to shrink back while my cock had begun to engorge and extend out the tip. The opening in my sheath was thick and wide, showing the bright-red skin of my emerging tip. I had several modifications done to myself, more extensive and permanent than the enhancements I'd be giving her, and a satisfying size was only one of them. But everything stopped at her sudden shout, my cock stopped getting erect so no more of it could be seen yet. I just looked at her solemnly through my long bangs, before I started taking in one slow and deep breath, making my chest slowly rise and puff out, before then slowly letting out the big breath in a long, long sigh. Come on bitch, I know you're a virgin, but seriously? You had to kill the mood like that?

"And just like that...you ruined it." I said softly while shaking my head, without an edge in my voice. I wasn't angry. Not really. I was just going to have fun with her in another way, and besides, anger would make her fear me. I didn't want to control her with fear, her serving me only to avoid wrath. I wanted her to serve me by craving me and my validation of her, by being upset with herself for making a mistake, and that would be accomplished by putting out the image that not even my emotions controlled me, that I had control over everything I did because I thought about it and intended it. It was the major concept I needed to make her unconscious mind accept, a link between my approval and disappointment with reward and punishment. "And you were doing so good, too..." I said, planting the idea that up until now, she had been doing things right. "Get up." I commanded, standing up from my couch after her and making her step back to give me room, without even doing anything about my sheath flopping out the front of my pants. I held the end of her leash in one hand while I grabbed just above with my other, then slowly slid my clenched hand up the length of the leash until I was holding onto the clip to the collar, pulling it slightly. As I looked deeply into her eyes, I had on an expression of slight sadness.

"I warned you, Tabby. I told you that unsightly outbursts are bad. I gave you a warning, and now I have to punish you. And I have to stop my fun, use my precious time to do it. You were doing so well, but now I'm just disappointed. I thought you were better than that." I said all out to her in a somewhat gentle voice, but hammering into her subconscious that my validation of her was conditional, that for her own happiness she would seek to make me happy by obeying. "Come." I said simply as I started walking across the room, while still holding her by her collar-clip, keeping my hand level with her neck but not being gentle as I dragged her across the room. I went over to a trunk between some other furniture, one of many boxes containing 'basic essentials' that I had scattered around my house in preparation for my slave, so that I'd never have to go far to get something I needed. I lifted the top and reached into it in such a way that it remained almost closed so the slut couldn't see into it and get spoiled by the surprises inside. I felt around until I found what I needed and pulled it out; a simple wooden paddle.

I turned us around and marched the slut back to the couch, but only to the side of it to the armrest as I brought both of my hands to her. "Bend over." I said, and not even waiting for her to comply I just pushed her torso forward, bracing her legs against the side of the couch and making her lay her belly on the armrest with the rest of her torso on the couch. I pressed my hand holding her leash into the small of her back, holding her down in place. Her nice striped ass was fully bared for me, except... "Lift your tail kittyslut, and I mean lift it up all the way, as high as you can go. And bitch, you better not lower your tail even a little bit, or I'll double your punishment. Don't turn your head, either. Eyes forward." In this way, not only was I giving her punishment, but I was forcing her to be an active participant in her own discipline. "Speaking of which..." I said, as I then placed the cool flat side of the paddle against her exposed ass, slowly moving it in a circle to let her build anxiety and anticipation. "You are new, so I am going easy on you today. I have many ways to punish mistakes or disobedience, but for right now...you did exactly two things wrong. What you said was fine, I don't mind what you said at all. But the first thing you did wrong is that you shouted at me. The second thing you did wrong is that you forgot to say 'Master'." I explained her transgressions very clearly to make the proper mental associations as strong as possible. "I am going to give you two strokes for both. Don't forget your tail." I stopped rubbing the paddle around her ass in a circle and then brought it up high. I waited for a few moments in silence, feeling her tremble beneath me, letting her anxiety build as she wouldn't know the moment I strike. Fuck, by now I was already fully erect. Out of sight as long as she kept her head forward, my cock was powered up and sticking out the front of my pants. Oh God, I loved this.

"Never shout--" I punctuated with a smack down on her left asscheek with the paddle in time with my emphasized word. I did it firmly, enough to sting, but nowhere near enough to actually harm, then lifted it back up. I actually didn't want to turn her off to the idea of fun spankings in the future, so I was being careful not to do it hard enough that she'd be too scared to feel it again. I only wanted her to remember the two rules, and her ass would even only just barely get a little red from this.

"at Master!" I brought down the paddle on her right asscheek this time.

"Never forget--" Left asscheek again.

"to say Master!" Right asscheek.

The whole time, I watched her tail to see if it lowered down...

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I felt my ears go flat as thew words you ruined it fell upon them. I wasn't sure what would happen next, but I had a good assumption he was not pleased with the outburst. I hadn't meant to outburst, but the sudden feeling of exasperation at the size really making me feel like I could just not catch a break at all was too much. I slowly rose up to my feet not wanting to see the reaction, but didn't get any choice as I felt the collar tugged and yanked pulling me closer till I was only inches away from his face.

I could see a look of disappointment in his gaze that made me shiver and break out in goosebumps. I had broken the mood and disrupted his plans even if it was a slight nuisance over all it was a short loss in control for him. I knew what came next would be him re-establishing his position. I had been doing things the way he wanted until that moment which for a brief moment helped me reaffirm I could in fact do this, but the thought was short lived as I was suddenly yanked around the room. I felt the collar yanking against me neck as he moved to a box pulling something I could not quite see out.

"I'm sorry Master. It was just so intimidating and unexpected." I try to start to explain almost positive it was not the first time he had received that reaction. I whimpered as he just continued on tugging me by the collar and suddenly the room whooshed as I found myself shoved over the couch cushion. I quickly looked around trying to see what he had grabbed before his demands came. I looked ahead feeling his hand at my neck keeping me face down in the cushions. I lifted my tail straight up feeling anxious not sure what was happening as I lightly clawed at the couch.

My whole body half jumped up as the cool paddle suddenly ran across my exposed flesh. It was cold and I suddenly felt embarrassed as I realized what he was going to do. It was an accident! I didn't meant to outburst or not say master! I squirmed as I felt the the cool wood suddenly leave making me twitch nervously. I wanted to turn to look my whole body slightly squirming, but I can't turn my head with his hand holding me down.

"P...please! It was just an accident Master!" I whimpered. I just got here and heard the rules! He wouldn't just ... A sudden yelp escapes my lips as I felt the sharp sting against my ass, but worse the sudden loud crack as it slammed against my voluptuous flesh. It was not overly painful physically, but my emotions where suddenly stained with shame. I'm an adult!!! I can't get spanked like a child!! I felt suddenly felt like a helpless child again as another crack filled the room. My body felt like it was on fire from the shame of being punished in such a manner. My shame worsened as my body tensed at his words hearing the emphasis and knowing the third strike was coming. Not like this! This isn't right i'm an adult! I feel my body burning as another yelp escapes my lips as the cracking noise fills the room. I couldn't take another swat. The shame was just to much to be treated this way filling me up to the brim.

"I'm sorry Master." I whimper out after the third strike. I felt so dirty and shamed being punished like this. I bury my face in the couch as I realize that time the way I had said Master had changed. It wasn't just the a name I had used, but my mind was clearly associating the title with authority now and saying it in a more sincere manner. I bite the couch hard as I recognize the tone shift only making the shame worse. I hear the emphasis again knowing the forth strike and can't stop my whole body from reacting. My hands want to cover my ass, but just yank at the couch as I claw hard into them gritting my teeth and my tail flinches hard out of reflex wanting to protect my stinging sensitive red curves as I let out another yelp as the swat lands with a resounding crack.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

The way the bitch's ears went back at first, her pleading and excuses, then way she whimpered and wiggled before I had even started all said to me exactly what I wanted to hear; even though I wasn't being rough with her yet, she was never going to forget Rule Number One again once I was through with her. I was going to make sure it was nailed into her, made a habit, a rule she would follow subconsciously without thinking. With each strike I brought down on her ass, I was rewarded with the most fucking magical yelps and whimpers. Oh God my raging cock throbbed so hard with every yelp, and I was still taking care not to hit hard. After the third one, she mewled out an apology in the most desperate raw tone I'd hear her use yet. It might have actually moved me...if she didn't then let her tail fall down in a defensive reflex against my fourth strike. Ohhhhh yes, now I got to give her some more...though I was slightly concerned that this might run her out. I hoped that once this was over, she could convince herself that as long as she's careful enough to avoid earning this again, she'd make it through. Heh.

"You...let your tail fall, bitch." I said in a cool yet still calm voice, though my face was twisted in an expression of sadistic delight at her humiliation. "A good slutpet takes her punishment gladly. A bad slutpet tries to avoid it. Now I have to punish you again. Four more strokes. Tail up, whore. Keep it up. If I have to, I'll do this all day until you learn your lesson. Try harder this time." I said to her with just a bit of a soft growl, still holding her head and back down with one hand. The thing she had to understand was that I was serious about everything, and when I promised something, I meant it. As my BDSM slave, strict was the word of the day. Once her tail was out of the way again, I raised the paddle up high. I waited for several moments, prolonging the moment, savoring it...before swinging it down again. SMACK! "Don't!" Pause...SMACK! "Lower!" Pause...SMACK! "Your!" Pause...SMACK! "Tail!" Like before, I alternated asscheeks again, giving them equal attention, while keeping an eye on her tail, making sure it stayed where it was supposed to be, or not.

 

[Zero_Kyrael]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

I whimper harder hearing another four strokes would be added. My face still shoved down into the couch I opened my mouth to plead again knowing it wouldn't change a thing. "It too dirty Master!" I managed to half whimper out against the couch cushions as I push my tail all the way up my back this time wrapping it around my own neck instead of letting it lay flat holding much more tightly this time as I close my eyes my supple flesh still stinging from before. I bit my lip the waiting making it so much worse breathing faster inhaling deeply my nose flaring as I pick up on a scent. I didn't have a very strong sense of smell, but this musky hot scent seemed clear as I kept breathing it in. It seemed so family, but it was hard to think with so much shame pushing against my thoughts.

CRACK! I feel my ass absorb the blow as I let out a sharp yelp. It echoed loudly and felt stronger against the already stinging flesh of my large curvaceous ass. CRACK! My tail curls tightly around my neck as my body shakes pushing forward as I manage to keep my mouth bitten down no noise escaping this time. CRACK "mmmmrrfff!!" Escapes from behind my closed lips the stinging and shame filling my mind leaving me unable to think off anything else. I pant hard now almost like a common stray dog from the mix of shame and stinging. CRACK! "nyaaaah!!" I whimper out as the last blow strikes my sensitive ass. This is too dirty and wrong!

I kept panting bent over my tail this time never leaving my neck as the shame burns across my body. I pant as my mind slowly starts to take in more than just the shame drowning my body. I feel the heat on my skin, but suddenly realize the heat was not all the same. Several different heat sensations were burning across my body. My ass stung and radiated heat from my slightly red flesh. My cheeks down to my toes had the blushing heat coming forth from my shame. And lastly... W...What the hell?!?! The hell is this?! I could feel heat pushing from my rock hard nipples. I felt them fully erect against the cool fabric of the couch. Why the Hell are my nipples so hard! I could feel my heart beat throbbing in my breasts. I wasn't fully aroused feeling no extra heat or wetness from between my legs, but clearly my erect nipples were aroused pressed hard up against the couch. This added a fourth burning my cheeks now nearly painfully burning from the embarrassment mixed in shame. No that was so dirty and wrong and disgusting! I'm not a child to be spanked! Why...Why are my nipples so hard?! I shake my head hard refusing to give those thoughts even a second more of my thoughts. There was probably a perfectly normal reason my nipples had gotten that way clearly I wasn't aroused from feeling so dirty and disgusting that would just not be right. Just focus on your breathing.

I tried to just catch my breath and calm my heart rate once again taking in the musky scent that seemed to be filling the room. It kept poking at the back of my mind as I suddenly felt my body tense. He was a lupine of some sort... Could they really smell fear? I felt another surge of the shame as a new thought crossed my mind. If they could smell emotion... That would mean... ohh god no! I felt my heart skip a beat. I was certain the sharp scent of my shame was pouring off my body the whole time. I wasn't aware that after the last swat for just a brief moment that sharp scent of shame had a slight undertone of arousal before I had focused on calming down. I kept focusing on my breathing as I finally recognized the scent. It was the same one from when I had released him from his pants only I could smell it more strongly now even though I was further away. I wanted to see if It was what I was smelling, but couldn't move hand still pressing me down bending me over the couch.

 

[PsionicCuttlefish]

RE: Keep telling yourself, "It's for the money"... (PsionicCuttlefish & ...

When her pleading words of the act being 'too dirty' reached my ears, I had final confirmation of the thoughts going on in her head, her motivations for whoring herself out to me and what she thought about it. She was a college girl, full of herself and her accomplishments, thinking herself 'too good' for a lot of things, probably. Above it all. But apparently she had fallen on hard time and took up my offer as a result, somehow convincing herself it'd just be a job, not something she could like because she was a good girl, a 'proper' girl. Fit with her being a virgin. She wanted to look down on this, probably was condescending towards other girls who loved sex, and most of all, thought this whole situation as my slave was beneath her dignity. Heh heh heh. Now that I understood her motivations for sure, I could make sure to press the right buttons from now on to mold her to my whims even more effectively. Oh you foolish bitch, you're in the wolf's den now. I'm going to make you enjoy this, you won't leave this mansion with a single shred of your precious 'dignity' intact if you stay the full month.

Once I started giving her the rest of her punishment, I kept getting so fired up by her desperate and failing attempts to keep quiet, relishing every sound she made as I disciplined her. Not to mention she was so humiliated, I could actually smell her shame. Such an intoxicating scent. But after I delivered the fourth and final stroke (noting that she had successfully kept her tail from lowering this time), I got a whiff of something else underneath all that shame...a truly unmistakable smell, even as faint as it was, the scent I knew most intimately and craved more than any other...female arousal. Fuck yes. In some small way, somehow, she had gotten a small taste of excitement from that. Even though she was here for my pleasure and not hers, I was going to use that. It was a tiny foothold, a chink in her mental armor which I could attack and weaken by giving her more, a flaw in the walls of her mind that I would insidiously rot away and insinuate myself into her until I could fill up her entire mind with devotion to me. But for now, I needed to finish the psychological aspect of her discipline and make sure it was branded into her mind.

She was panting heavily after I finished, giving me the other delicious sound of her intense breathing as she tried to calm herself down from what I just put her through. I set the wooden paddle aside, waited a moment, then lightly clapped my hand over her nearest voluptuous asscheek. I squeezed and rubbed over her stinging cheek, enjoying the feeling of her plump and soft flesh in my fingers...and incidentally, my shameless horny male groping of her vulnerable female body also granted her a small sense of relief from the lingering sensations of her discipline. At the same time, I also began to rub her neck and back with my hand that was keeping her down. "There, slut. You've taken your punishment. Now, it almost sounded to me as if you were trying to make excuses for a moment there. I know you weren't, because that's the same as being a bad slutpet trying to avoid her punishment, and I would have had to give you more. Good slutpets never make excuses for anything. You get what I'm saying?" I asked, waiting only a moment for her to acknowledge. Of course, we both knew that it was what she was doing, just like the first time she outbursted to me, and I gave her a clear warning; it would not be forgiven again.

My hand that was groping one of her asscheeks moved to start groping at the other one equally. "That said, I want to be completely sure that you learned your lesson, that you understand that I had to discipline you, there was no choice in the matter, so I'll explain only once more. First, I clearly warned you about acting in an unsightly manner towards me. Your words were no problem, in fact I rather liked them, but it was how you said them that mattered. There will be times when I want you to shout and scream, but now was not that time. And the second thing, the most important thing, the thing that matters more than any other; you forgot...Rule...Number...One. You understand that is unacceptable. So, Tabby..." Still holding her down, and now with my hand going still on her ass, I leaned over her back until my head was just behind hers, while her head was still held to look forward before I whispered huskily behind her. "Tell me...what is Rule Number One? And then tell me what Rule Number One means to you." This was the first part of the additional psychological hammering in of her discipline, making sure she truly understood in her own mind what I wanted. In truth, I was likely to be psychologically assaulting her every minute of every day to break her to my will anyway though, but this was a good start.