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

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... Oh, that was just fucking adorable , calling the bitch 'Tabby' actually got a rise out of her! Totally stopped her in her tracks too offended expression, incredulous whisper, dropped her glasses, even her tail was twitching. Oh, you silly little bitch, you ain't seen nothing yet... I thought to myself as I watched her stand there. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she actually grimaced and thought over the prospect of being my personal whore. For a moment there, I was worried she would actually refuse, but then she nodded and picked up her suitcase. I just watched her, silently and evenly, as she declared she was up to the task, then walked in my doorway and past me holding the door open. Got you, bitch. Your ass is all mine now... Day 1 After she had passed me, I closed the door behind her and quickly shut off the intercom while her back was turned to me. I had what I needed, in her own words. After that, and while she was still turned from me, I twisted the deadbolt-lock on my front door with a click of finality that echoed through the silent receiving room of my house. Not that I was actually locking her in with me for real , mind you, it wasn't like she couldn't just undo the lock herself if she wanted to leave. No, it was just that I kept all outer doors locked as a matter of course...and the simple sound of it clicking shut on this girl who willingly walked into my clutches helped set the mood I wanted. I stood tall by the door if she turned to look at me, with one hand at my side and one hand on the lock I just turned, not hiding what I just did while looking her dead in the eyes. The room we found ourselves in was fairly spacious and fancy, with one wall starting just to the right of the front door and going straight ahead to make a hallway, while the receiving room extended out to the left of the front door. There was a staircase to the second floor at the other end of the receiving room, and a fireplace on the wall opposite to the hallway-wall. The decorations around were suitably lavish, and there was also a coffee table in front of the fireplace with several luxurious couches around it. While I let my soon-to-be-slut take in the view, I pulled my smartphone from my pants-pocket and thumbed to the ad I had put up online, ending it but keeping it saved in case I needed to put it up again. I then went to a side-table next to the front door and pulled out a small drawer of random supplies. I took out an envelope, which I put Tabby's certificate and report into. I'm leaving these right here for now. I declare to her as I set the envelope on the side-table, then walked towards her. I'll take your suitcase for now, we'll go through your so-called belongings soon enough... I said as I reached and grasped the handle of the suitcase away from her with my strength and being smoothly quick as if this was totally normal, before I put it up against the wall. After that, I stood directly in front of her with my hands clasped behind my back and my chest subtly puffed out as I looked imperiously down at her with a firm expression, my pale eyes smoldering through the hair hanging over them. I was completely in charge, and needed her to see that. Now that you're mine, little slut-kitten, let's get one thing absolutely straight immediately, this will also serve as a proper introduction. Rule number one in this house and with me outside of it, the single most important rule is this I. Am. Master . I said the last few words with extra firmness and punctuated pausing between them for strong emphasis. You will refer to me as 'Master' and nothing else unless I specifically instruct otherwise. Every single sentence that comes out of your mouth must have the word Master in it somewhere. Do you understand me? I waited for her response while looking her right in the eyes with all my masculinity and authority. Once she responded, I continued. In addition, you must understand your position in relation to Master. You are not my equal. You are beneath me, you are worth nothing , except for the pleasure that you bring to me. That is your one purpose here, to please me. Any pleasure you receive that isn't simple gratefulness on your part for serving me is an incidental side-effect to what I do with you, or me deciding that I want to have a particular kind of fun with you. You are my whore now, my little slut-kitten, and by the end of thirty days if you last that long, you'll be a well-trained cock-serving bitch. Here, you will learn your true place, and the meaning of submission . Once I finished my shpiel to her, I paused for a moment to gauge her body language and reactions. I knew I was starting off strong, but the bitch was going to have to learn fast to handle me. Before she could actually reply, however, I continued. Now, my little pet Tabby, tell me in your own words what you are, what your purpose is, and what you will be after one month here, that is assuming you don't puss out like a little chickenshit. See if you can impress me. I couldn't wait to get to some real fun with this delicious tiger, but setting the tone and stage right off the bat was extremely important in a master-slave relationship like what she had agreed to. I had to identify and make note of any uppity, stubborn, or rebellious tendencies in her so I could begin planning and work on properly breaking her out of them.