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

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... It looked to me that the bitch was finally beginning her adjustment for real. After I explained to her that I controlled what she did, she answered me with a prompt, if unenthusiastic Yes, Master as needed. I checked off another box in my head now that I knew she was accepting that large part of her new life as my slave. I also noted with interest how she seemed to hesitate on the pill, I even saw the bitch's eyes glossy up. Another battle in her head...and another one that I won, after she swallowed the pill as instructed. Man, but I just loved seeing that, her clearly making up justification after justification to commit to being my fucktoy, all for whatever reason she thought was worth it. Her every hesitation, and then decision to proceed and compromise her reluctance was yet another chain I was binding her with, tighter than any steel. Mine. She was mine , and sooner or later, I'd have her submissiveness nurtured to the point where she would obey me without hesitation. I was actually getting a little heady by the time I collared her, noticing that she didn't even twitch this time at me calling her Tabby, and again affirmed me as her Master. There was nothing I loved more than the rush of being in control . I stood there for several long moments, holding her leash in my hand, and just examining her body as she shuddered in the cool air, her fur enticingly rippling over her body, and her tits jiggling ever so slightly. God, I couldn't wait any more, I had to have those tits. Right then. Come, slut pet, I want to relax for a little bit first. I said before I turned and gave a tug of her leash to make her follow. My statement might have been a little contradictory to most people, as intended I just told her we'd begin her training, but now I was going to relax...but I didn't say she was going to get to relax. Another lesson she'd learn, when Master says something, he means it exactly . She would eventually learn to pay careful attention to my every word to watch out for little tricks I might play on her, but with increased attentiveness would come the side-effect of being more responsive and obedient. Heel, Tabby. Keep pace alongside me. Only a bad bitch goes to the end of her leash by going forward or falling behind. I said commandingly as I led her out of the kitchen by her leash, with her remaining completely naked as she walked through my decorated halls. Open and in the air, almost a little 'public', that was one thing I was definitely going to get her used to. I'd break all the sexual shame out of her until she could walk into a room full of horny males while totally exposed and not bat an eyelash like a seasoned stripper. As I walked down the large, long main hallway of my mansion, I occasionally varied my pace, speeding up or slowing down my walking speed at random while gauging how quickly she was able to adapt and keep up. Everything happened at my whim at my choosing, for no reason at all because I didn't need a reason other than to exercise my control. I inhaled a deep breath through my nose. It's the little thing you love, the subtle things that reinforce mastery. After passing many other rooms I returned to where I started with my new slave in tow my electronic entertainment room, with the giant wall-TV and couches. I stopped in the open doorway with her, for no apparent reason, before I turned my head to look at her. With one hand holding up her leash, I suddenly reached over and grabbed her nearest tit, gathering up a handful to squeeze and fondle fairly energetically, not like the one touch I did before. I wanted to see her reaction, see how much she balked at the notion of being groped by me at any moment, and by far the very tamest thing I was going to do to her. I let a lecherous grin spread to my face before I started talking again. Yessss...these are so delightful, so soft and warm and juicy ...You're lucky you've got even bigger tits than I was expecting, bitch. They put me in a good mood already. I said, before I caught her cold-air-hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger, giving it a few light twists and squeezes before I pinched and pulled outward, then finally let go. After that, I cross my arm holding her leash across my waist and propped my other arm under my chin, taking on another thoughtful pose as I yet again visually devoured my fucktoy. So, here's how we're gonna start... I said while staring directly at her breasts and not her face. You came to me as a virgin. Now you're mine, and that also means your virginity is mine to take . The only irreversible thing I'll do to your body, it seems. It's a little bit of a special thing, so I want to savor it, enjoy it. I'll pop your cherry when I'm good and ready, exactly when I want to and how I want to, and not one moment sooner. I let a toothy, mirthful grin widen on my face. Of course, I'm also not known for my patience, so don't worry, you probably won't have to wait to long. And also don't worry about me not going straight for your main event. I said, before I finally tilted my gaze up to look her in the eye. I have the rest of your body that you're going to pleasure me with. And to start, I want to relax with it. I said as I started moving again, giving her leash another firm tug as I walked towards the central couch, which I sat luxuriantly on, spreading my arms to the side over the backrest and spreading my legs wide. I then silently paused for a moment, going still and testing her. Would she try and sit on the couch with me without instruction, or stay standing right in front of me? I needed to know if she would perform actions without command or not, and deal with her appropriately.