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

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.