Thread: A Pet for the Pet. [Dairinn x Wolfy]

OOC So sorry for the delay, my internet connection was basically non-existent. Things are okay now, though. Violet silently accepted leash and a collar, still too caught up in a shock to actually manifest her usual skepticism. Sure, messing with his pet was almost Master's hobby and he refined it almost to the level of art, but he has truly outdone himself this time. When she saw the girl on her bed, Violet thought he's just brought another slave girl to his mansion. It wouldn't be the first nor the last incident of him spontaneously ravishing whoever he regarded interesting enough to participate in his twisted conception of fun sometimes he even orchestrated whole hunts dedicated to this noble goal, inviting his equally twisted friends along the way. Violet wasn't jealous by any means. These women always had a clearly defined customer deadline. Besides, Violet didn't need to dwell on a pretense she was nothing more than convenient way of blowing off steam for him and she knew it. He never gave her the reason to suspect otherwise. So, upon discovering Chelsea, only question that actually crossed her mind was the one she stated loudly. What was she doing in HER bedroom? And now, she was supposed to be her owner. Oh wow. Master, I don't seek to offend you, but how exactly did you come to the conclusion that me owning a pet would be a good idea? Tiredness crept into her voice again. If you're feeling kind, get me a new pair of shoes. Or some nice book. I've got no use for... that girl. It was a lie and slightly agitated look, even though she tried to hide it, betrayed her. Part of her personality, mostly repressed due to sheer lack of opportunities, began to stick out it's head. Chelsea, assuming it was her true name, presented a nice feast for Violet's eyes. All the struggling and fighting for meaningless bits of control made everything so much more better. Oh, I'm sure creative little individual such as you won't have any troubles thinking of pleasurable activities to shorten your time, sneered the man. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone for now. Enjoy her, Violet. The door creaked open and the mysterious man disappeared in the intertwining corridors which Chelsea could take short a glimpse of this place had to be huge. With the faintest of blushes, Violet approached the writhing beauty, restraining devices still firmly clutched in her small, elegant hands like her life depended on them. She leaned closer to the girl, practically touching her with body that was almost nude by most people's standards. Stop whining, whispered Violet menacingly. She strove to keep her cool and Chelsea's moans were a little too distracting for her tastes... Listen, I don't know what has gotten into my master, but it seems he's in love with this pet deal. He can be pretty stubborn. In short, you're not getting out of here, unless you plan to reunite with your ancestors soon. Every word dripped with venom. I've got no say in that matter. What I do have a say in, though, is your well-being. Being the firm one was an uncommon occurrence to her she quickly found a thrill in that role. Violet caressed her cheek lightly, as if Chelsea was made from a precious crystal, and yet there was no sign of tenderness present. You're mine now, remember? Be a good girl, promise me you'll behave and I won't be forced to turn your life into living hell. Her lips formed a sweet smile, which provided a perfect dissonance. Subsequently, she pulled out Chelsea's gag without warning.