Thread: The Taming of the Brat ((Vivid and Day))

Stop? Stop! She wanted him to stop! I'll stop when you grow to like my shitty home! He struck her again. I'll stop when you do as you're told! Another strike. Vicious. Unforgiving. I'll stop when I get my way! Fuck you if you think I'm gonna spend twenty-five grand on your ass and start making compromises! Again he struck her, beautiful, flawless skin giving way to shades of orange, purple and red. He was herding her. Like a sheep he was striking her, guiding her to her cage. When she neared the door he shoved the iron bars in Karris' face, setting his foot into the carpet on the opposite side. Pushing. Pressing. Kicking. She didn't have to want to go in. It wasn't up to her. He'd shove the woman by forcing the swinging metal lath in her face, giving her nowhere else to go. You owe me an apology you damn cunt!! He struck at the front of the cage with the leash. He struck at the side. Yelling. Rushing her inside. Fucking making me damage my property before I get to even enjoy it once! Do you have any idea how long I'm gonna be paying for you?! He slammed the door completely shut once he managed to shuffle Karris inside. Two iron bars acted as the cage's locking mechanism, jutting out into place when not being held in by a hand. This was fine for a dog, for an occupant without opposable thumbs, but for slaves the simple cage had come with a padlock that Jeremy pulled out of his pocket, quickly snapping it in place around the swinging door and the frame of the rest of the cage. click. And nothing short of the key would see her to freedom. Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch, hitting me like that! He spat out a mouthful of saliva from above, raining it down against her forehead and that still perfect red hair from through the bars. Then he snarled, following it up with another kick to the side of her new wrought iron home. - - - - Though he could not read minds, Jeremy had a feeling the evening hadn't gone the way his new female had envisioned either. But she'd said she wanted another chance, did she? She wouldn't get it that night. He had to establish himself. More than that, his balls fucking ached. So after shutting her in her cage and storming out of the room he left Karris alone, slamming the bedroom door, leaving her locked up for the rest of the night. At some point, quietly, he must have slipped back into the room though, because when she awoke the next morning she would find the door of her cage slightly ajar and the padlock hanging from one of the bars. Taped was a note - she could read, couldn't she? She was of a high enough breeding, he assumed. I am giving you a second chance. I will not be giving you a third. Bathe yourself. Dress yourself. Prepare breakfast for the two of us. I am off today and will be sleeping in. Bring it to my room when you have done everything and wake me in as appreciative a manner as you can muster. I am not opposed to taking your collar off. I am also not opposed to making your life a personal hell. Do not forget what will happen if you try running away. Two closed boxes were set across from Karris' now-open cage. The smaller, on top, was a simple make-up kit. The deeper box on the bottom was one of the two outfits her new master had picked out while purchasing her, the 'Bunny Bikini' a rather skimpy pink triangle bikini with white trim, a puffy white tail on the bottoms, white fishnet stockings, white lace gloves, pink stiletto heels, and a white bunny ears headband. There was an awful lot of trust invested in her that morning, from the moment she awoke. How their masterslave relationship would progress from here was entirely up to her.