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

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... To my amusement, the bitch looked like she had gotten highly embarrassed when I found her little toy, blushing and looking down in shame. I couldn't wait for the time to come when I'd shove one of my monster dildos into her and teach her what a real toy felt like. But other than that, it looked like the slut was starting to learn just how far I was going to take my control of her. On the other hand, she reacted a little worse than I expected when I 'confronted' her about her degree. Though she was looking down and away from me, I could see her body shaking and her hands clenching that had gotten her genuinely upset . She swayed slightly, as if dizzy and was going to fall, but managed to furiously tear off her undergarments and throw them at me. The bitch even looked like she was going to cry, and her teeth were clenched in anger. I almost frowned, but managed to keep my face neutral. This was bad. This was rebellious . This was what I didn't want. For a brief moment, I wondered if I'd maybe gone a little too far, too soon. She obviously valued her degree very highly to herself, more than I had expected, and thus far I also hadn't shown her much in the way of positive reward and gentleness for her to want to please me. But no, I could not appear weak, could not appear like I was responding to her emotions, I was still in control. I'd have to give this a careful touch, a delicate balance of 'kindness' that remained entirely on my terms. I had caught the clothes she threw at me in my arms, but now I looked at her with a stern expression as I smoothly put the panties and bra on the counter while not breaking my gaze from her. Slowly, I took a step towards her, and then another, until I was standing an inch in front of her as I gradually raised a hand to her face. I let her wonder what I was going to do for only a split-second, let her expect I was about to be mad...and then I placed my palm right on her cheek, with my fingers curling around her neck and my thumb softly rubbing into her face. With my hand as a guide, I made her look up into my authoritative face, though my stern expression was softening. Now now, Tabby... I said in a calming voice. She was boiling with emotion at the moment, but she would become calm because of my calming presence. There is no reason to be upset. I am freeing you from the harsh responsibilities of the outside world. Here, as a slave-pet, the only thing that matters to you is me. I said to her, keeping an almost tender expression on my face, as I moved my other hand to her hip and started creeping it around to her soft ass. But a slave-pet is also not to have unsightly outbursts . Now, I know you didn't just think any angry thoughts at me, because if you did , then my slave-pet would have to be... My creeping hand had moved to clutch a handful of her asscheek as I spoke, where I then lifted it up and swiftly brought it back down in a single slap, enough to 'sting' slightly but not enough to actually hurt as my calm face immediately turned dangerously stern again. ... punished. I finished my sentence, giving her the very clear warning that while I was just gentle with her, if she acted out again, I would stop being 'gentle'. I let her take in my warning face for a moment, before I let go of her with both hands and took one step back, with my hand what was on her face now traveling down to cup under one of her heavy tits and bounced it up a little while I looked down and smiled at it. Now, what you should be proud of are these sweater-kittens. These are wonderful already, something worth being proud of, because they will be making me very happy... I said as I then started stepping back again, with my hand quickly and smoothly sliding up to give her nipple a quick tug as I pulled away to stop and examine her entire naked body carefully as I had done while she was in her undergarments. Yess....your body is built for sex, you're going to be a wonderful whore. Almost perfect already...not quite, but very close indeed, closer than I was expecting. I commented in a pleased voice as I turned back to the counter. I spread my arms and braced both hands on the edge of the counter and leaned over it, examining every item of hers that I had laid out on it for several moments, before I started moving to pack it all back in the suitcase neatly. You won't be needing any of this. I said simply to her, with a tone of finality. You can have it all back when you leave here. But while here, I will tell you what you need and when you need it, and I will provide it--as long as you deserve it, of course. I said as in short order, I had everything--including the envelope of her papers, but excepting her cellphone--packed back in her suitcase. The cellphone I laid on top. You eat what I tell you when I tell you, you sleep where I tell you when I tell you, and you wear what I give you when I give it to you. You are mine , and that means you are my responsibility to take care of. You are not responsible for anything but making me happy. Very simple and easy, really. I said confidently to her, even though catering to my whims was likely to be anything but simple or easy. Still, if I tell that to her enough times, she'd believe it eventually, and make my own little 'lie' into her personal truth. Now, we're almost done with preparing you for your place as my pet, just a few more things to take care of... I said as I walked away from her to one of the cupboards of the kitchen, wordlessly expecting her to continue staying where she was. I pulled out a bottle of pills, then retrieved a glass and filled it with water from a dispenser, then brought bottle and glass over to her. I let her see the label on the bottle, indicating it was over-the-counter birth control, before I unscrewed the cap and shook out a single pill to hold out to her. You'll be taking one of these every day. We can't have anything irreversible happening to your body, after all... I said as I waited for her to take and swallow the pill. After she did, I turned away once more to put the bottle back in the cupboard, and then I went to a different drawer, to get out the final two items I would need to truly cement her position...not hiding the eager grin on my face, I brought a black leather collar and a leash into view, holding them up to the naked slut as I walked towards her. Once I stood in front of her again, I gave her a simple, but firm command. Hold still, Tabby. Time to show you've got a proper owner and aren't just some stray. I held the collar up closer to her face, giving her a quick glimpse of the tag a heart-shaped piece of shiny metal with the words 'SLUT PET' stamped into it. With each end of the undone collar in my hand, I reached my hands around the sides of the bitch's neck, making her feel the presence of my strong hands as I slowly buckled the collar around her neck snugly but not tightly, making her feel the symbol of my ownership . Finally, I hooked the leash to her collar and tightly wound the other end in one of my tightly gripping fists, after which I stepped up and held up my fist for her to see how tightly I was holding onto my symbol of control over her. Now, Tabby, I think you're finally ready for us to begin your real training. Don't you agree? I asked, letting a grin curl my lips.