The master and the pet (me and thelittleslave)

[SzechuanSauce]

Dennis looked at the gorgeous young woman passed out on his sofa. Once she had accepted the invitation into his house it was easy to slip her a drug to knock her out for a few hours. He looked at her gorgeous figure and knew it would be easy to strip her and take her there on the spot, but that wasn't enough for him. He knew that this woman was special, he had seen her at the local university and knew that there was something different about her. On the outside she was flawless but he could tell that inside she was off-not quite broken, but cracked time and time again. He had become obsessed with her these last few months, following her around the library and the local cafes trying to learn as much about her as he could and he knew that he could pressure those cracks and break her down completely, and rebuild her until she was perfect. She would resist, of course, but he knew she would thank him in time. He cut the clothes off her and began tying her up, arms behind her back and tied to her ankles while she rested on her knees, making sure she'd be unable to move when she woke up, and leaned her against the corner so that she wouldn't fall over in her slumber. When he was sure everything was to his liking he poured himself a drink and waited for her to wake up.

 

[thelittleslave]

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She'd almost cried with glee when Dennis had asked her over, having been so sure that the man didn't even know she existed. She had run straight to her sister, eager to share the excited news. Of course, all the older girl had offered was a brief, 'cool' before turning back to her tv show. Not that the response and dulled her enthusiasm at all. Jasmine didn't need attention from her family. Dennis had invited her over! She'd put on her best clothes before going over, adding her nicest jewelry, and doing her makeup and hair as best she could. The drink he'd offered her wasn't the first she'd ever had, but it was the first one a man who was actually interested in her had offered her. She wasn't expecting to lose consciousness . . .

When she came to, she couldn't move. Had she drunk that much? It was possible, but the lack of headache suggested otherwise, and after another second, she realized it was something else - there were binds on her wrists and ankles, pulling them tight together and binding her in a sort of hogtied position. There was a slight chill, and she realized something else. Jasmine's eyes sprung open. She was naked. Wild and panicked eyes sought out an explanation, landing on Dennis, sipping at a drink and watching her.

Terror mixed with excitement, but mostly she found confusion as she tested the binds slightly. "Dennis?" she asked in a small voice, staring up at him, "what's going on? Where are my clothes?" Didn't he know that all he'd had to do was ask? On the other hand . . . Jasmine felt a warm feeling deep within her, some sort of pleasure in the concept that Dennis cared enough about her to tie her up in his home. To want to see her naked.