Thread: A Pet for the Young Miss (Mystearica x Emperor Nero)

Jason Delerosa, shapeshifter, knelt on the carpetted floor of the lounge. The lounge, the room itself, was built into a large structure, tall and impressive, the manor of one of the more wealthy families in the area. Not that it really mattered to him who they were- they were full-blooded human, and thus, superior. Shapeshifters, it was said, were half-demon, half-human, and thus the only godly thing to do was to lord over them and guide them. Which essentially brought around the enslavement of the shapeshifters. Now they served many roles within this society, servants, entertainers, cooks, personal attendants, secretaries, messengers... anyone who was anyone had a private shapeshifter to attend to their needs- whatever needs those might be. And it was customary for a young male or female to recieve their own shapeshifter slaveattendant on their sixteenth birthday, if the family could afford one. Jason, well-built, 28, lean and tall, was not a cheap purchase. Additionally, his dark hair, just long enough for fingers to slide through, coupled with his green eyes, gave him a rich appearance. He would be somethign to show off at social occassions. As one might show off a rare breed of cat, or a scultpure recently commissioned. But back to this moment. Jason was kneeling on the soft carpet, eyes fixed forward on the wall ahead. He had trained himself to blank his mind n these occasions it kept him from being disappointed with whoever entered. He wouldn't imagine what the girl he was being gifted to would be like- he would wait and see. Only a pair of rough linen pants covered his flesh, his muscular torso bared to the sight. His posture was perfect, kneeling, knees on the floor, back straight, arms clasped behind his back. Green eyes, waiting. There were any number of uses his new mistress might have for him. Bathe her, read to her, dress her, guard her while she wandered the city, entertain her, anything. And it was not unheard of to have more.... sexual relationships develop, and sometimes even more romantic relationships. The latter were generally frowned upon, unless it was clear that the human remained in control of whatever occurred- because, after all, perhaps the demon might be able to sway even the holy humans. And the slaves were provided at the perfect time for a young lady or man to be exploring those deep desires and no doubt the shapeshifters were generally tasked with assisting them in that journey. After all, sex was something slaves learned quickly. Click to expand... Lydia Briggs had awoken early that morning -- normally the young miss preferred to sleep through the morning until she was brought down for breakfast, but she had been hardly able to contain her excitement in the week preceding her sixteenth birthday, and the eve before... well, it was unthinkable that she'd actually manage to sleep restfully! She was a pretty girl, just coming into her own womanhood. She was slender in frame, modestly chested withslender hips and long, thin legs. Her eyes were soft and her hair long, sleek, and brown. She'd arisen and dressed herself for a change, knowing the manservant wouldn't be up for another hour and a half at the very least. She'd stripped from her cotton nightgown, freshened up, and clad herself in a light green and brown dress before she'd headed off into the main body of the Briggs estate. It was a lovely place -- almost palatial, a result of generations of dominance in the industry of these lands. There was little they didn't do -- factories? Certainly. Patronage of inventors throughout the land? But of course. A major hand in the shapeshifter trade? So much so that most of them were trained or at one point handled by the Briggs men. There were wide fields for horseback riding, their own plumbing, a goodly assortment of farm animals to keep the house and its servants stocked... even a chapel, a place of worship and of the holy magics that governed these lands. Breakfast came and went, as did an early trip to the city during which she received a brand new dress, one of white silk that clung to her hips and fell down her thin legs in quite a pleasing way, the skirts layered and the bodice simple before they all returned to the Briggs Estate. Now Lydia, I have one last surprise for you, her father said, a man with a thick and bushy beard with thin spectacles adorning his blocky nose. Yes, Father? Lydia asked as the older man led her into the Briggs Estate, her manservant Klaus coming in behind them with cloth bags under either arm. Indeed! You are of age now... and so, I have procured for you a shapeshifter, he said with a twinkle in his eye, only brighter when Lydia gasped and grinned fully up at him. Oh, thank you father! Where is he? Lydia asked, squeezing her father 'round his neck as he chortled. This way, dear, this way... He led her to the lounge, opening the door to reveal Jason sitting on the carpet, accompanied by another of the Briggs family retainers. Lydia gasped again, her eyes widening as she saw the male specimen that had awaited her. Oh, my.