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

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 dcor. 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.