Thread: Trishula's Market of Rare and Unusual Pets (Angel-Chan and Vik)

You'll both be incredibly cute and fun to look at, I'll do everything within my power to make this so! He stated for Chocola on their walk to the vehicle. She was so pleasant and he knew it wouldn't take any effort at all to get them dressed up as the cutest, sexiest sex-pet maids he could dream of. He'd triple their price and pay it with ease without regret, having twins to play with would even further multiply their value to him. It had seemed Chocola would definitely be his first pet he'll make love with at this rate. She seemed very agreeable and the fact that she could shoulder this burden for Vanilla must seem rather appealing. That is, when he could just as easily tie them up with blind folds and rent them out to various men, his current offer must be much more appealing than something like that. As they got into the Vehicle, he sat on the seats opposite them to observe them with a soft smile. Yes. This is my personal transport and I have numerous drivers that work for me at different times of day. This is to make sure that they can get home to their families and live their lives while I can still be transported from point A to point B with relative ease. I may be many things, but I certainly am, no driver. It's a skill that I am very bad at. Laughably so. He mused, a modest joke that was very true as he can't drive. He smiled deeper as he watched them having fun. They must have been more kitty cat on the inside than they lead on as they seemed more outwardly impressed than a common human girl would allow herself to appear. He adored this. Sitting back a bit with his legs spread somewhat like a man normally would, Bradly got comfortable as he adored his kittens a little longer. Chocola. While your sister is protected by our deal, you have one more duty that goes hand in hand with your maid duties. He detailed this in this same tactical way he would as he would instruct his air force personal. Clear and with all of his authority and the charisma to motivate even the laziest sloth. Sadly, it may be precisely what you fear. But, it doesn't have to be a bad thing. Surely for a slave girl, hearing that she may fear it but it won't be bad must have sounded like an oxymoron. He smiled a little wider and continued. Come sit on my lap, Chocola. Plant that rear right on my lap and face me, don't be afraid to rest your feet and legs on the seat near my sides. --- He bit back a small laugh, not wishing to smother out this bold new confidence she presented. Sure, it seemed somewhat negatively derived from his point of view, but it is possible that she was merely driven by his comment and nothing more. Though, it wasn't unrealistic for Tayler to assume she may have been somewhat encouraged through a sort of anger or insecurity, he pushed that thought down and away and continued giving the pretty woman the best possible chance. She'd been doing well, for the most part and her threats felt somewhat empty, in a way. Surely, she may be his mistress, but she'd never understand the place where Talyer derives his hidden passion. She was human, afterall. To be someone's property probably seemed like the last thing she'd ever want in the world. Tayler desired this. Not to be mistreated, and not to be a blind puppy that just wags a tail once in a while, but to become an embodiment of her success and status. Something to flaunt for his looks and intellect and strength. Yes, my Mistress. He kept his smile as he waited for her to return, doing as she commanded. As she returned and showed his key to him, she somewhat confirmed the suspicion he had. It was possible that she considered their interactions to be a sort of game, and she hastily assumed she was winning. Perhaps he could teach this woman a thing or two, and her first lesson will be a fairly slow baked one. His smile grew at her display. I have a very animated Mistress, don't I? He mused, stepping out of his holding celldisplay cage without an ounce or reluctance. He stood near Celest and kept his twin tails firmly wrapped around his waist to keep himself covered. He made no comment on the statement of clothes, he didn't mind. Without a word or nervous tick, he waited by her side. Watching her, waiting for her direction. Acting like a well trained mutt was distasteful, but it was clear to him that his Mistress may or may not know the difference between that and his immense discipline. He'll placate her for now, but if she's going to be his perfect Mistress, he'd hope she'd grow accustomed to his intricacies soon. He didnt make a snide comment, or lean away or get too close. Again, he was in touching distance, however.