hm. fine. she'll ride diana. and if she's particularly good, she may even let the other cum inside her.

she'd have the mistress' gratitude, and all the beautiful things that come with that.

she'll accept no such thing. what she would accept, however, is diana's prompt submission.

nobody worshipping her? tsk, tsk. how very disappointing.

|| ngl, keep forgetting i have this app. i'll try n be more active again soon tho!!

“ i'll let you keep your hair, then... for now. ” smirking, she soon returned with a bitchsuit and an impressive metal panel gag, very intrusive and very present, complete with a rather large insert into the mouth. “ cattle doesn't need comfort, hm? nice little reminder of your place... ”

“ i should get more of you... such wonderful uses i have for obedient subs and cattle. ” calmly, she began applying shaving cream, starting with her legs. “ you obey because you love it, don't you? i know you do. ”

“ would you want a gag, or a muzzle perhaps? ” leading her into the storage room, she left her on the ground as she started looking for a bitchsuit, discarding her like a sack of potatoes. “ and do you think i should shave you? ”

“ such a strange experience, having them be so willing, so obedient... usually that only comes later. ” giggling, she started sorting out the razors and electric clippers. “ this is definitely easier, however... ”

“ i think it's time, don't you? come. ” pulling her boot away, she grabbed cirice by her hair, making her awkwardly and painfully half crawl after her. “ time to get you into a bitchsuit, and then get you out there... ”

“ then we better not wait, hm? ” grabbing her by the leash, she started dragging her away, towards that room with the chair; swiftly helping her into it, and firmly strapping her down.

“ so pathetic, so depraved... you'd almost cum from a whip between your legs, just at the pain itself. you deserve to be placed among the cattle, the mud and filth, the harsh abuse... ”

“ good girl. do share those thoughts while you still have them. that won't last much longer. ” a chuckle was followed by another smack to her rear, before she stood up. “ let's get you gagged and mitted, so we can dump you among the other cattle. and maybe shaven... yes, let's shave you, hm? ”

“ you do, don't you? despite the pain and torture that you know will come with it... ” grinning now, tilting her head. “ because you know how i love your suffering... and you know the reward that will come after... ”

“ so obedient, so submissive... but what do you yourself think, hm? ” a harsh snack to her rear, wanting to draw some sort of other reaction out of her other than meek submission.

“ and that's why i love you, my pup... my love just takes this... unusual form. but it assures you of... personal treatment. ” a soft giggle, as she watched her whimper and whine through the pain. “ some would dream of it, others dread it... to receive my full, undivided, attention. ”

“ now, what to do with you... ” calmly running her hand along the other's body, she smirked. “ a prime cut of meat, but perhaps you should join my cattle... get some more flesh on those bones and some more filth and degradation before we seal you up, hm? ”

“ maybe i should seal you in a puppy suit forever, make you one with the latex... strip away your last remains of humanity, make you my dirty little fuck mutt forever. ” another kick followed, before she held her boot to cirice's crotch again, encouraging her to grind despite the pain. [++]

“ oh, don't worry. i will. i will. ” a collar was soon around her neck, cold, hard, steel, uncomfortably wide. a leash harshly yanked her closer. “ oh, how beautifully you'll suffer... it'll almost be art. ”

“ my, i should have known this sooner... still, nothing like making up for lost time, is there? don't worry... filthy, depraved, and taboo are fully on the menu now. ” harshly grabbing her hair, she gave another kick to cirice's crotch, and another. “ perfectly pathetic... ”

“ a world of pain and pleasure beyond compare. ” a chuckle, as she started putting down pressure on her shoulder with her heel. “ both of them, beyond anything you can imagine... ”

“ you really would, wouldn't you? what a slut... what a little pervert... ” the words were clearly meant only as compliments. “ you love the pain, too, don't you? the physical abuse? such a proud, strong, girl, and yet, such a pathetic, submissive, grovelling bitch... you're perfect. ”

“ mine is the pleasure, and yours shall be the pain... and maybe some pleasure, eventually. if you're good enough. ” leaning down, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “ are you ready to be good, or must you be made? ”

“ and as for you... well, as you request, no more showers, hm? being clean is for people, not pups. maybe i'll even start keeping you out more, in the mud, with the other cattle. ” a hair ruffle, before she suddenly pulled her boot back; swiftly returning it in the form of a kick. “ don't stop... ”

a firm boot soon was planted on the kneeling girl's shoulder, the mistress smirking as she looked down at her. ” oh, the pleasure is entirely mine, i assure you... ”

“ is that so, now? how fascinating... ” keeping her face firmly pressed down, she briefly pondering, pushing her boot a little more forward as she did so. “ maybe i should stop you from humping, take my boots off... make you clean me up, use that tongue properly... hm... ”

“ tell me, pup. speak. what filth occupies your mind? share those dirty thoughts. ” grabbing cirice by her hair, she forced her face more harshly, making her answer without pulling her head away. “ speak, pup. go on. ”

oh, she knows cirice, alright; in the biblical sense, although they have commited naught but sin together. a follower, hm? well, then she should kneel; for she is the one who her leader kneels to.

“ you like that, don't you? my, you're even dirtier than i thought... ” giggling, she forced her head there again, keeping her a little longer before letting go, giving a head pat afterwards. “ don't worry... i love discovering new little depravities in my subs... ”

ah, she knows cirice, then? such an adorable pup. she's made both of them her bitches already. does she, now? why doesn't she approach, then? no danger in getting a little closer.

he and i go way back. enjoying the view, i take it?

“ keep it up, hm? that's it. ” ruffling her hair again, she gently pressed cirice's face against her crotch, just enjoying the feeling for a few moments before letting go. “ maybe i'll employ that tongue of yours after this... ”

“ such a gorgeous pup, such ecstasy from something so low, so depraved, so filthy... i could watch you all day... ” forcing her mouth open again, she once again spat into it. “ a treat for a good pup. ”

“ i want you to cum for me... and be nice and loud about it. but don't stop unless i tell you to, hm? this is your reward... it ends when i say so. ” lifting her boot, she twisted it slightly, changing the way it ground against her.

“ ah, but don't tell any of the others, or i'll show you the true meaning of mindbreak... and i'd hate to have to do that to you, hm? ” gently petting her, she hooked her thumb in the goth's mouth, letting her suck on it.

“ my perverted little mutt, drinking my spit like it's pure nectar... my little angel of filth and depravity... my perfect little slut... ” grinning down at her, she decided to continue holding onto her hair. “ you truly may be my favourite... ”

“ that's it! good puppy! look up — i have a reward. ” grabbing her by her hair, she forced her to look up; carefully spitting into her mouth, before giggling and letting go again. “ oh, i missed you, my dear pup... ”

she requires a footstool. volunteers may apply by crawling to her and whimpering pathetically. or else they'll be made to.

a grin on her face; soon reaching down to recollar her pup. a ruffle to her hair, but nothing else further, just shifting her boot slightly. “ good girl! you remember your place so well... ”

good girl. why not show some initiative and decide for yourself how you want to do that, hm? if i disapprove, i can always... correct you.

would you like to demonstrate how much you missed me and your continued devotion yourself, or need i whip you back into submission?

why, thank you, darling. did you miss me~?

“ you are my property now, understood? i own you, and you are my bitch. and such a good girl you'll make... ” crouching down, she gently ruffled scarlett's hair. “ tell me what you want, hm? a doggie bed, a bitch suit? a muzzle, a cage? i want to know what makes my pet happy... ”

immediately. why wait? grinning, the mistress calmly watched her approach, already holding a collar; which was promptly clipped and locked around her neck once she was close enough. “ good girl... you're a natural. clearly this is indeed what you were meant to be... ”

wasn't that easy? isn't it so much simpler to let go of those silly pretenses of dominance? there's no shame in submitting. why doesn't she come crawling to her mistress, for her collar and a reward? her life as a pet can start immediately.

of course she's right. she always is. and scarlett knows that she's right. that she belongs at her side, kneeling, collared. no more worries, only pleasure; the pleasure of serving her. wouldn't it be so much easier to just submit?

not what? she can say it. isn't she curious? who knows what she's supposed to be... maybe she's supposed to do this. maybe this is the best she's ever felt.

she's already there; immediately stepping inside, a devilish grin on her face.

what is she afraid of? enjoying it too much?