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

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... It was rather cute how just taking my slave's suitcase away made her squeaky and off-balance. She shuffled in one spot in discomfort at her situation, but didn't actually try to resist me or complain. Good . She didn't seem to have much defense against someone take control of a situation from her...I wondered just how naturally submissive she might be, when faced with a man who makes it absolutely clear that when he wants something, it happens . And whether she was naturally submissive or not, I would make her fully submissive to me in the end. The only question was how intensely I needed to train her. Once I got up in her face to give her the 'Master' rule, she growled a little back at first--so she did have some adversarial instinct beneath that sexy exterior. By her body language and expression, she seemed more irritated than actually rebellious though. No matter, I was going to enjoy breaking it out of her all the same. She would come to be excited at the thought of my unquestionable authority, I'd make sure of it. By the end of my ultimatum, her eyes were wide and she fidgeted and wiggled in place a little more before she submissively--even if unconsciously--turned her head away from my unyielding, cold gaze. All within ordinary expectations, for a girl with little or no experience with a BDSM lifestyle. Manageable. She managed to get out an affirmative with my title for me, even if she stumbled over it a bit. No worries there--familiarity and acceptance would come with time and repetition. Her reaction to my explanation of her place and purpose was a little more spectacular. As soon as I had begun talking, her ears and cheeks were quickly flushing red with an expression of dawning distress on her face. Interestingly, she shook her head and averted her eyes when I started mentioning what pleasure would mean to her. It was slightly odd, I tentatively hypothesized she wasn't warm to the idea of her only getting pleasure when I say so--the alternative explanation was she was trying to convince her self that she wouldn't find any of this pleasurable to herself at all. I rated that as slightly unlikely, why would she be here if she wanted it to be entirely unenjoyable to herself? Still a possibility, though. By the time I had finished, she had sighed, finished with whatever momentary battle she just fought in her mind, then nodded and looked back to me. Her tail flicked in irritation as I called her Tabby again, while she bit her lip and her face continued burning in adorable hues of red while she worked herself up to comply with my order. Her voice stuttered and cracked as she forced out the words, fortunately remembering to call me Master. I could practically hear her shame replacing self-respect as she spoke. She had clearly never said anything like this before in her life. This was a good start the bitch needed to be broken down before I could build her back up as I desired. But just after she finished the self-degrading declaration, she turned her head back to the door. I stayed entirely still. She was on the fence again, still considering walking out. I was slightly worried, there really was no way to predict ahead of time which way someone will fall on such a contested decision. Her foot lifted up in the beginning of a step away, I inhaled a miniscule amount of breath. But then...her fists clenched in determination, and she turned away from the door, back to me, with a look of resignation on her face. I couldn't help it the left corner of my mouth quirked up a fraction of an inch. Got you. Internally, I was ecstatic I well and truly had her now. In a way, it was actually the best possible outcome that she considered leaving and did not, rather than continued to follow along. I didn't know exactly what she had been thinking, but I didn't need to--she had successfully rationalized to herself the idea of putting up with this treatment I was giving her. Now, with every step she took further into my house, every minute she spent in my company, that rationalization would only get stronger, she would continue to retroactively justify in her own way putting up with each new thing I do to her, continually compromising herself to me just so she wouldn't have to face the idea of all her previous self-compromises being all for nothing. I had expected to need to wait a few days before I could observe her on the precipice like this, that she had showed me her true colors already was extremely promising. But now it was time for me to continue my momentum, to keep control of the situation and continue to lay down expectations. I lifted my chin up, letting out a soft 'hum' that told her I was pondering how she just responded to my order to undignify herself. After letting her stew in anticipation for a few seconds, I spoke up abruptly. C-minus. The effort was there, but that was just the bare minimum, a merely adequate echo of my words with no creativity on your part. It is your first day, so I'll excuse poor quality...for now. I said in a firm, dismissive tone. The 'C-' grade was just hot air, it wasn't like I was actually keeping track of any real grades...no, the important bit was that I just made it clear to the little slut-kitten that I was judging her. People naturally want to be judged favorably and crave validation, and by setting up this expectation and dynamic between us, she would eventually learn to gain happiness by making me happy, by meeting the standards I set for her. Next, I finally unclasped my hands from behind my back and brought one furry hand with strong, long fingers to reach forward and be placed over her neck lightly but firmly, cupping her chin with my thumb and forefinger to tilt her head back slightly as I looked down on her with a disdainful expression. Shy. Stuttery. Nervous. These traits are unattractive. Fortunately for you, it's also exactly what I was looking for. I find deep satisfaction in fixing something that isn't working the way it should . Don't you worry. In due time, I'll fuck the shyness right out of you. I then pulled my hand back after staring dominantly down into her eyes, releasing her from the brief but highly possessive and controlling touch, while letting her simmer on the implications of my words she was 'broken' and a 'thing' to me, something I intended to fix my way. Slowly, I took a step to the side with my hands remaining clasped behind me, but with my shoulders raised, my head leaned forward, and my eyes drilling into her to give me a predatory posture. I began walking around her in a very slow circle, my previous actions likely enough to keep her rooted in place as I stalked around her, deliberately playing up my predatory wolf stereotype. Now, I need to know exactly what kind of slut I have to work with here, and how much training she needs. I said, still with a calm, but low voice. Tabby, my pet whore, tell me how many men or women you have been with intimately. Tell me what kind of sexual acts you have performed with others before, and what you are familiar with. I want to know everything about whatever sexual experience you have. I spoke the command with a casual tone of authority, that I expected to be obeyed, like it was a forgone conclusion.