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

RE Keep telling yourself, It's for the money... PsionicCuttlefish ... I can do this! I can do this! It's for the mon.... ... Holy shit! My jaw flattened as I entered the house looking around. The house was gorgeous the outside did it on justice. I had no experience with this kinda lift style, but I had a pretty good feeling the entrance way cost more than I had spent getting my Doctorate. The painting I thought must have been expensive looking like little more then finger panting to my eyes, but seemed to be encased in a gold encrusted frame. Holy shit!!! He probably made thirty thousand dollars just since I have been standing at the door! The entire house in sight was suddenly a lot darker the light slowly dimming to nothing as the door shut behind me. The sudden feeling of awe was very suddenly shattered all by the smallest of sounds. I heard a click behind me probably the lock in the now much darker room. It wasn't to dark to not see, but the shadows felt longer and the atmosphere felt heavy. The spacious and fancy room suddenly felt much smaller around me. I felt a wave of regret suddenly feeling that I was in a bit deeper than I had first thought. I turned slowly and looked to him seeing his hand on the lock. I met his gaze and suddenly felt slightly smaller or rather he had gotten bigger. I shook my head knowing it was just a trick of the light as he moved and put my papers away into a drawer and then moved over towards me. Before I knew it he had moved and was suddenly grabbing the handle of my suitcase. W...wait that's my...!! I move to my case and it is suddenly gone and I nearly fall face first barely catching myself as I noticed he had already placed it against the wall. I wiggled uncomfortably. Almost everything in there I didn't care if he saw, but in a small pocket I did have a very tiny bullet the size of just one single finger tip. I had kept that for years since early days of figuring out my own body. With my lack of dating it had helped me in some tough times. The other item I really did not want him to see was my diploma. I didn't want to see the look on his face if he knew a doctor like me had fallen to this. Even worse the only nickname worse then Tabby would be him mockingly calling me Doctor as he did his Deeds. I hoped they would just go unnoticed in the inside side pouch. I got up and half jumped back as he was already in front of me standing talk looking even more masculine and tough then before. He just continued talking again not even taking real notice of her or her actions. He just started to explain the rules and I couldn't help but let out a slight annoyed growl, but made sure to pay attention to each word not wanting to be caught off guard. He finished being very firm in his words as he makes it clear he will be master and would not continue in till he heard it. My eyes went a bit wide as I heard the seriousness in his tone. It was not super surprising as I had expected him to want a nickname, but this was not a nickname this struck me as him telling me his title. I wiggled nervously as he stared into my eyes. I kept his gaze for a few moments before I could no longer match his gaze and nodded softly. Y...yes. I understand. M..Master. I say the words feeling a little alien on my tongue as I forced my gaze back up to him. I listened as he continued explaining how he viewed my being here. I felt my ears start to burn just listening to him my face faring no better. His choice of words alone made me feel slightly out of place and question my choice again. I couldn't believe he could say and mean it so seriously when my face was deeper shade than my fur before quickly snapping out of it as he started to speak of pleasure that might happen to me. I quickly shook my head at the comment in protest. My pleasure?! No no it wasn't in the ad. I don't want to be pleasured in this. It work it would be wrong and I don't know him. I can't have it happen. I gonna take care of him like add, but be to wrong for me to have to feel that way. Too dirty and slutty. Only a whore would enjoy it. I am just... ... selling myself I sigh at my own train of thought. regardless i'm not a slut I can't enjoy it! It not even possible in a situation I would get aroused i'm sure. I nodded to myself before quickly looking back not wanting to miss anything. I felt myself twitch again as he called me Tabby my whole tail lightly flicking the air, but didn't have time to dwell on it as he finished already demanding me to repeat it all back to him, but in my own words. I bit my lip taking a moment to relax. My face already felt burnt and to say this would surely bring the heat back to her face. It's for the money. It not that bad... well it could be worse. Yea definitely could be worse I thought and nodded and slowly opened my mouth. I am nothing Master. I am here for pleasure p..p..p. I stutter my entire body flushed not just my face. I could feel my own self respect and dignity take a blow with each syllable. The heat from blushing embarrassment covered my entire body. For your pleasure. I will be a well trained bitch in 30 days. I finish my tone cracked as I can't look him in the face a moment more as I feel my body is all heated and burnt. I took one last look to the door. It was still there. I could open it and leave now before anything happened. I could just walk out free back to the laptop and trying to find a job. I almost took a half step before balling my hands up. It's for the money that is all. It's just for the money and only a month. Just one month. I let out the sign and walk up to you ready to follow you onward slightly nervous about what awaited around the next turn.