I stared at myself in the mirror for the seventeenth time. Straw hat with a white ribbon tied around it to cover up my fox ears-- check. Minimal makeup to enhance my eyes and lips and cover up any slight skin blemishes-- check. Black hair cut above my shoulders looking pretty and more importantly kempt, check. V-cut lacey white blouse showing to draw attention to my breasts and thin waist, check. Black bra straps of my otherwise hidden lacey bra underneath, check. Voluminous black tulle skirt to cover up my unfortunately fluffy tail... check. 

I was potentially signing up to become a pet today, but I wanted to keep my chimera aspects as well hidden as possible. 

Maybe it was silly, but I didn't want someone to look over, see what was happening, and, you know, judge me. 

I could barely handle the idea of what was clearly the right plan for me, after looking at the data again and again. 

I stared into my eyes for a long moment, until I started to get that slight feeling of disassociation.

Yes. I could do this. 

I picked my purse back up off the bathroom counter, walked out of the cafe bathroom, and sat down at the table. 

I was still ten minutes early. I pulled my phone out... but it was hard to focus on it, and my eyes kept on drifting elsewhere, over the people, looking for the woman who I'd agreed to meet here. I glanced back to the phone to check on the time, and occasionally open up a browser before realizing there wasn't really anything I wanted to look at and closing it again. 

It was six minutes before our meeting that she arrived. 

Iris, her profile on P.E. Trainer had said. 

Wavy long blonde hair, black suit. Her makeup was a little more dramatic than mine, a bit more mascara, faintly purple lipstick with just a hint of shimmer, but nothing over-the-top. Maybe she wanted to enhance her femininity to contrast with the suit, although the visible curve of her hips underneath her pants and the way breasts shaped the front of her jacket did that more than enough, really. 

My eyes quickly raised as I realized her scan of the cafe was settling on me, and I smiled at her, hopefully hiding my nervousness somewhat.

Iris smiled back at me, and held my gaze for a moment before glancing slightly up -- at my hat? -- and raising an eyebrow. But after a moment, she turned back to the barista, and started ordering coffee. 

I lifted my hand to my hat, adjusting it a little, though nothing seemed wrong with it. 

I tried neither to stare at her, nor at my phone... After a moment, I slid my phone off the table and back into my purse. I was definitely sweating. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. 

My eyes drifted back to Iris. She was pretty. Well, she had seemed pretty even on the P.E. Trainer website, but here she seemed somehow even more confident, with a quiet energy and enthusiasm. 

The barista was smiling and laughing and adjusting her hair a little when talking to her. I guess it wasn't just me. 

Coffee obtained, she strode over to me, and set it down on the table before sitting across the table. 

My eyes flickered to it-- smallest size, which was technically the most inefficient in terms of coffee obtained for cost... but actually I had done that too, I didn't want to get too jittery, and it wasn't really more cost-effective, if I didn't drink it. 

My gaze flickered up to hers, and she raised an eyebrow at me with a soft smile. "Hi, Serena. It seems you aren't serious here-- well, I'm relatively patient, and you've been punctual in communications up until now. Should we meet another day?" Just the faintest trace of disappointment in her voice, but it sounded like she was trying to be nice. 

I swallowed. "What do you mean I'm not serious?" I had already ended my lease this morning, I had kind of planned on going straight from the two week trial into being owned for five years, and I didn't really have a backup plan. 

Iris's finger pointed up at my hat, and then down at the table-- it took me a moment to realize from the angle she was pointing at my skirt. "You came here covering yourself up-- I don't think you're ready to give your body to someone else if you're still ashamed of it." 

"It's not..." Well, it wasn't a part of my body people were usually ashamed of, at least. I wasn't exactly ashamed of my ears and tail, but I was well aware of how people tended to look at them as signs of someone who would become a pet, and I hadn't wanted to disgrace other chimeras by surrendering to the stereotype more than I had to. 

I raised my hand and took off my hat and placed it on the table. I could feel my cheeks heating up, and my ears slumping. 

Iris smiled encouragingly. "Your ears are cute."

My shoulders raised a bit, and I swallowed. "...I'm sorry, but can't exactly take my skirt off in a cafe. Can you look past that?" 

"I guess that's true." Iris tilted her head to one side, and leaned forwards. "Remove your panties and hand them over, and I'll take it as a sign of you being courageous enough for that." 

I started to get up, but she reached over and put a hand on my wrist. "Right here." Her voice was calm but insistent as she looked up into my eyes, and I froze. 

It took me a moment to sit back down and look away from her. "Um..." I glanced around, and no one seemed to be watching, but it wasn't all that private. I slid my skirt up on the side away from the rest of the cafe... although, unfortunately, towards the window. The length of it made the motion more obvious, and I stared down at the table, needing to finish this and sure I wouldn't be able to if anyone was watching me. My hand slid up to the side of my panties' waistband, and I slid them down and off my legs, sliding my skirt down at the same time. They got a little caught on my boots, but I wiggled them off awkwardly, and slid them under the table. 

Iris's fingers traced across my arm and found my hand, holding it and the warm black lacy panties I had just removed. 

...I must not have been that stealthy if Iris was able to tell what I was doing, but I guess she was paying attention. 

Iris clicked her tongue. 

I looked up into her eyes, trying to stop my body from trembling. I was very aware of us holding my panties together, of being naked underneath my skirt. 

Iris took the panties from my hand, and smiled gently at me, although I caught something of a predatory glint in her eye. "I'm going to be as gentle with you as I can. That said, being a pet is not an occupation for those who don't have enough control to fully submit, and the training is going to be intense and uncomfortable. I'll probably make you cry multiple times. And even if you're able to handle that, the next five years will quite possibly be intense and uncomfortable for you. Are you sure you want to do this?" 

I hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. "I'm sure. I've looked at the relevant data and crunched the numbers. You're with a relatively good company as far as I can tell-- exit surveys are good, no real scandals." 

Iris raised her eyebrow a little, her smile becoming amused, but nodded just the slightest amount. "Very well." She put her briefcase on the table, opened it up, and pulled out a small stack of papers, placing them before me with a pen on the side. "I assume you've read this and know where to sign and initial it, then?"

I did, and so I started to flip to the first initials, reaching to pick up the pen, before Iris's hand settled gently on my arm again. "Before signing a contract in person, you should be sure to read it, even if you've already read the digital document-- I'm sure that it's exactly the same, but it's a bad habit to get into. Well, not that you'll be signing anything for the next five years if everything goes well." 

I bit my lip, looking away. "Pets have a few legal rights. Technically." 

Iris stroked my arm softly and leaned a bit forwards. "Technically? They have a surprising number of rights for their role in society. The problem is enforcing them, because they're usually in disadvantageous situations-- that's why we have regular check-ins with our clients. But they don't have legal standing to sign contracts. Which is actually good, otherwise they could easily be coerced into signing something against their interests."

"...right." I felt stupid and insignificant next to her. Big powerful legal woman next to a foolish girl who was signing her life away.

No.

The next little bit of her life away.

For good reasons.

Even though I just wanted to sign them, I slowly looked through the papers again. I had already read them multiple times, and given her company's reputation, I very much doubted they were trying to pull a fast one on me-- and if they were, it would be a weird double fakeout to insist I read them.

I just wanted to be hurry up and be done with reading legalese, doubly so in public where I got nervous that maybe people were watching me.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same document as the ones she had sent digitally for me to look over-- it was a two week contract in which I'd be giving up all control to her for two weeks. I could opt out at any time without further obligation, however, I would be blacklisted by her company's trainers, and that data could be shared with their affiliates if they did so-- basically, I probably would cut off the path of selling myself for just a few years rather than an entire lifetime. At least to any reputable company.

I took a deep breath, and carefully initialed and signed the papers, before handing them back over to her. 

Iris slowly and carefully looked over the papers, then nodded, before putting them back inside the briefcase, closing it, and snapping the latches shut, which gave the sound of finality. 

Technically my options were still open, though. 

Sort of.

Iris reached out and took hold of my hand. "Hey. Relax your shoulders. Breathe. Training is rough, but I'm going to take it real easy on you today. Ease you into it. I'd like to get started before too long, but if you need time to finish your coffee or just adjust, we don't need to get started immediately." 

I nodded, and did my best to relax my shoulders, taking a moment to slowly breathe in and out. But I couldn't really relax with all the people around us, and it wasn't long before I looked up to meet Iris's eyes again. "I'm ready." 

Iris raised my hand to her lips, and kissed it. 

I let out a soft squeak of protest, but Iris quirked an eyebrow at me, amused, and I shrugged a little and walked away-- she was right, we'd be doing far more than just a gentle kiss to the hand soon enough. 

I walked along the street side by side with Iris, and she glanced down at me and put a hand up to pet the top of my head a little.

I looked away instead of glaring at her. I could feel my cheeks heating up. 

Iris laughed softly. "Hey, this is tame stuff, you're gonna have to get used to it... but it is cute, so I don't mind, and I doubt your owner will, either. Hmm... do you respond well to pressure?" 

I considered this for a moment. "I just get calm under high pressure situations, usually." 

"Okay." Iris leaned in closer, her lips almost against my ear, and said softly: "So, I'm just going to put this out there-- I can fail you whenever I want, without reason." 

I blinked, tensing a little. 

Iris started walking again, and after a moment I pulled myself together enough to catch up to her. 

Iris looked ahead as she talked softly, with a slight smile. "I mean, I'm probably not going to-- you're cute, I think I'll enjoy training you, and I'd earn a big commission off your sale if it goes through. But I do, essentially, have absolute power over you. I could start groping you in the street right now, and while I might be arrested for public indecency, I wouldn't get in trouble for not having your permission." She looked down at me. "Understand, Serena?" 

I nodded, tilting my head a bit to one side as I looked up at her. "Is that supposed to put pressure on me?" 

Iris considered this. "Mostly, the point is to get you used to being utterly subservient to someone, see if you can stand it-- having an actual power relationship helps with that. I can get you blacklisted and unable to follow this route for the rest of your life-- and I won't lose anything significant. That reminds me, you'll address me as Mistress for the next two weeks." 

"...okay..." It took my mind a few moments to catch up, and I added on "Mistress", although it came out more quietly. 

Iris nodded. "It seems that you're having a little trouble adjusting. Do you need to kneel in the middle of the street in public in front of me to understand the difference of our positions?" 

I considered this for a moment. I really really didn't want to, but... "...I don't need to, but... honestly, it might help. I have to get used to the public thing." I'd have to wear a collar in public and be acknowledged by everyone as someone's pet, after all. 

Iris smiled down at me, genuine appreciation showing on her face. "Thank you, Serena, that's very self-reflective and obedient of you." She walked a little off to one side, next to a tree, so she wasn't in the line of traffic, came to a stop, and put her hand on her hip. 

I walked out of the public path too, looking in her direction but unable to meet her eyes. Time seemed to slow as I kneeled down in front of her, tucking my long skirt beneath my knees as I did so, and sat down in a kneeling position, looking up at her. 

Iris reached down and gently stroked my head, and I couldn't help but grimace a little as she touched my ear, stroked and scratched it, and I became very aware of how I still wasn't wearing any panties as I kneeled here around everyone. 

"Good girl. Eyes on mine." Iris's voice was soft but commanding, and I managed to lift my eyes to meet hers for a moment before looking back down. My heart was beating so fast, and meeting her gaze was even more impossible than going against her orders. 

"Again," Iris insisted, and I managed to look up longer this time, my body trembling. Iris smiled. "There you go. There's that submissive expressive I was looking for. That wasn't so hard, was it?" I felt some pressure against either side of my ear at the based, and tensed. 

Iris smiled. "It's just a clip-on earring. You need to get used to your appearance being altered however your owner wants, and this is an easy way to start. You can stand up now." She offered her hand, and I took it, let her help me up. 

I felt a bit unsteady after kneeling in front of her and being reminded my appearance could be altered. I stared up at Iris's face uncertainly, trying to read her mood. She gave my hand a little squeeze, keeping hold of it. "I have a collar and leash with me. Do you want to try them out today, or should we wait for another day before doing that in public?" Her voice and expression were soft. 

A little shiver ran through my body as I imagined that for a moment. I was so weak, to bow down to the stereotype. "Is... is it okay if we wait for another day? My mental fortitude feels like it's... dissolving." 

Iris smiled gently. "Ask me, and say 'please, Mistress'." 

I took a deep breath. "Can we wait on the leash? Please, Mistress." 

Iris considered this for a long moment, and my heart sunk-- maybe this was another lesson about how I had no power over the situation. But then she smiled at me. "I suppose. Come along, then." 

She held my hand as she lead me along, and I pretended for a moment she was just a dominant girlfriend rather than a trainer who basically owned me for the next... just a dominant girlfriend. Yes. 

"Did you notice how all your attention on me, and you aren't paying any attention to anything else going on?" Iris's voice was faintly amused.

I blinked, noticing we were walking along by people. Some guy with a mohawk who I think I had seen around before passed by. There were pigeons on the sidewalk a little to one side. A cafe off across the street, and... was that a bookstore we were passing? Just... normal stuff to notice, really, but I had been too out of it to see any of it. 

And Iris's hand was on mine, and she was there, towering above me. Even shifting my attention, I couldn't help from being aware. 

"...Yeah. Is that a bad thing?" I glanced up at her. "...Mistress?" ...Once again, I couldn't get that word out at full volume. 

"Not at all. Your owner has utter control over you, and it's in your best interest to make them as happy as possible. That includes being hyperaware of them and their desires." Iris seemed to consider for a moment. "Well, that's what we do with out training, at least. If you're very focused on your owner and how to please them, it's easier to pivot to what they want-- but it's also what our customers have come to expect of our product."

My shoulders tensed at that last bit, but I I nodded. 

We walked in silence for a little while. I wondered how far the... training place was? Was it a facility, or...? I hadn't really asked, now that I thought about it-- I had thought about all the numbers, looked up surveys, so on and so forth... but the actual. 

"What do you think I want right now, Serena?" 

My attention immediately went back to Iris at her words, and I considered for a moment. "Um... no idea, I don't know you well enough." I glanced up at her. "I... think you want me to be obedient, obviously." 

Iris nodded. "That's true. You're going to do your best over the next couple of weeks to anticipate what I want and already be ready for it. Even offer it, if the situation seems right. Understood?" 

I nodded. "I... I might need a few days to figure that out." 

"That's fine," Iris gave my hand another soft squeeze. "Today is just getting you used to the ideas of what we're working with here, making it easy on you. You can relax. Okay? For today, if there's anything that feels like too much, just let me know, and we'll figure out how to make it easier for you. Breathe, by the way." 

I hadn't noticed I was holding my breath again, and started breathing again, paying attention to that until it seemed automatic again. "...Okay. Thank you, Iris." 

Iris stopped and looked down at me, and I stopped and looked up at her, freezing. There was faint disappointment on her face, and I realized I must have done something wrong.  I looked around. Had-. "Shit! Mistress!" 

"That's right." But her slightly stern expression wasn't gone. "I don't know what your future Master will want, but no cursing while you're training with me, got it, Serena?"

"Yes, Mistress!" I managed to not say it at normal volume this time-- maybe a bit too loud, or maybe it just felt too loud. 

I was rewarded with Iris's smile. "Good girl." She started walking again, and I walked alongside her, feeling grateful for the literal handholding she was doing here. 

"Technically, I could get another girl as a Mistress," I noted without really thinking about it. 

Iris laughed. "Technically, sure. But the odds aren't great. Are you okay with a guy owning you for five years? There is a way to guarantee gender of your owner, but it'd be a big chunk of your payment." 

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine with guys too. I just want someone's who reasonably nice." I realized my hand was sweaty. 

Iris considered this. "Well, we do screen for abuse, but 'nice'... that's not something we can really screen for. And some people act differently in public than they do in private with people they have power over. All we can guarantee is 'not illegally cruel as far as our data suggests', but we do our due diligence, interviews, background checks, follow-up checks, the whole nine yards." 

The sweat was getting worse. "...my hand's getting sweaty, do you want to stop holding hands? Mistress?" 

Iris sighed. "If I had, I would've stopped doing so. You can't stop physical reactions, but you do need to be obedient. Your owner will tell you if you need to do anything. But for today..." She released my hand, and pulled a handkerchief out of her breast pocket, gently wiping her own hand and then mine from sweat, before folding her handkerchief, putting it back in her pocket, and taking my hand again. "That more comfy, pet?" 

I didn't like being called that word, but she was taking good care of me, at least. I nodded. "Thank you, Mistress." 

We were in a more suburban area, all houses, more or less the same, clean, well-painted, little variances but nothing that large.

She lead me to one of them -- pretty standard, nothing really setting it apart from the other houses from the outside other than it's dark green paint, and the fence around the back, with at least one tree in that fenced-in area. 

Iris placed her finger in front of the lockpad, and the door opened. 

She lead me in, and I looked around. Large light grey rugs with a pattern of pink hearts of various sizes in the entrance, white walls, grey rectangular tiled floor in the entry hallway, domed light in the ceiling, another dome without a light that I assumed covered a security camera. 

"Is this your house? ...Mistress?" I remembered a little bit faster.

Iris raised an eyebrow and released my hand as the door closed behind us and clicked shut. Locked. "...Would you really ask your owner that?" 

My heart rate was rising from the fact that we were alone-- which annoyed me a little, I was just uncomfortable being in public, couldn't my body pick a lane about what to be nervous about? 

I reined my mind back in, and considered Iris's question for a moment. "Probably. I... think you underestimate the importance of communication, Mistress." 

Iris considered that for a moment. "Perhaps." She pointed at the floor in front of her. "Kneel."

I kneeled a bit too quickly, and my knees hit the tiling on the floor and I sucked in my breath. 

Iris smiled. "Hey, easy girl-- I like the eagerness, but it's important not to damage my property." 

"I don't think I can damage the tiles just by--" My words ended as I looked up at her to see that possessive expression on her face, and I realized that she didn't mean the tile. "...ah." 

Iris reached down with both hands to pet my head, and I made a face as she stroked my ears. She blinked. "Do you hate that?" 

"I..." I took a deep breath. I didn't want to explain, but I didn't think I could keep it a secret for two weeks without her thinking it was something worse, or making a story up about it that could spiral out of control. I decided to tell her the truth, or at least part of it. "It doesn't feel bad in itself. It does kind of make me feel bad in that... I don't know, people are treating me like a chimera. Or, the stereotype of a chimera." 

Iris nodded gently. "Mmm... I mean, there's lots of girls who are submissive, and a lot of girls who decide to sell their bodies the legal way for a while. Probably the illegal way too, though I wouldn't know about that. Naturally some chimera girls are going to be submissive. Guys too, really, but that's less my area of expertise." 

I slowly exhaled, relaxing somewhat, either from her words, or from that she was stroking my ears, which did feel good. "...that's true." My pussy was getting a little wet, but I tried to ignore that. 

Iris rubbed the tips of my ears between her fingers, and then lightly pinched the side of my-- no, she was pulling on the clip-on earring a little, but I wasn't used to having earrings, much less having them pulled on, so it took me a moment to place. 

Iris laughed softly. "I mean, your owner might act like you're just a proof of all the stereotypes said about chimeras, it's not a low chance for the sort of guy-- or girl, sure-- who'd buy a chimera. We may need to work on you dealing with someone saying that sort of stuff to you. Is that something you want to work on today?"

I reflexively tried not to make a face. "...please, no. I don't mind the ears too much, but... let's just stay off the words for the first day, okay?" That wasn't very precise of me. "...At least those sorts of words, Mistress." 

Iris nodded, smiling. "That's fine. Today is just a day to relax and learn and get to know each other." Her smile widened just a little, her expression turning just a bit more aggressive. "Now take off your clothes, cutie." 

"Um..." It's not like I hadn't been naked in a locker room before, but surprisingly, it was a little different in the context of stripping in front of a woman who I had just met, especially in this context. 

Iris raised an eyebrow. "You were wearing cute underwear to our date. I know you want your body to be looked at, Serena." 

"Hey!" I glared up at her a little, then I realized I was being unreasonable in this weird context, and looked down. "I... I just didn't want you to think I wasn't serious." 

Iris sighed, that disappointment in me showing in her eyes again. I hated it. I hated disappointing people, and I hated people who made me feel like I was disappointing them. 

Iris shook her head slightly. "If you can't even get naked in front of me, I don't think you're serious. Look-- maybe this isn't for you, and I do want to give you a proper chance to get out of this. I'm going to be watching TV on the sofa in the living room. If you decide you want to strip for me, it's just right down the hall, can't miss it. If you don't, well, the door's right there too. I'm not even mad, but it's a big commitment, and if you decide this is too much for you, it's better for both of us if you stop now." 

I flushed more, simultaneously extremely embarrassed about how unprofessional I was being in this context and how my body was being treated as a commodity. 

Iris walked past me and down the hall, not looking back. 

I stood up, and took a deep breath. I had a decision to make. 

Well, really it was the same one I had made this morning. 

Just an iterated series of decisions I had been making all day-- but yeah, my financial situation wasn't good and my chances of getting through it without defaulting or committing crimes weren't very good, at which point I'd probably get sold to someone anyone, but longer and without screening. Maybe forever.

I hoped I hadn't kept her waiting too long, it was hard to keep track of time when I was near panicking.

I pulled down my skirt, leaving my bottom naked and my tail finally free-- having it trapped under the skirt was a discomfort I hadn't even been aware of until it was gone. Then my blouse went up over my head, and finally I reached behind myself and unhooked my bra with trembling fingers. 

I slowly walked down the hall at first, trying to prolong my fate, but that just let my anxiety grow, so I hurried up a little, only slowing down when I started to come into the room where Iris was sitting on a couch in front of a coffee table, with a plastic glove, a little pink plastic jar, and a slightly larger brown leather box nearby. Her attention was focused on a cooking show on the TV that covered almost half of the wall. 

Since Iris didn't seem to notice me, I walked a little closer, to the side of the couch, a little in front of it, another step-- until finally, she looked over at me. 

She met my eyes and smiled slowly, then looked down over my body. I instinctively started to move my hand to at least cover up my pussy, but then stopped myself, trembling a little more. 

"Hey. Relax. There's nothing wrong with being naked, it's the natural state of humanity." Iris patted her thigh. "C'mere." 

I sat down on her lap. The fabric of her pants was a little more crisp and less soft than I had expected, but it wasn't bad. I felt awkward-- I hadn't sat on anyone's lap in years. 

Iris wrapped an arm around me and stroked the top and along the back of my head. "Shhh... it's okay... that's my good girl...." 

I flushed a little, but despite the slightly demeaning language, it was reassuring to know the path was still open in front of me, and perversely, sitting naked in her lap was getting me a little aroused, and that was getting me a bit more relaxed too, even as I flushed and tried to hide my face behind my hands-- but Iris grabbed my wrist again. 

"Hey. No hiding, okay?" Iris paused. "If you really can't, well... we can do stuff through your clothes today, but you're going to have to get used to it tomorrow." 

"No... I need to get used to this... thank you...." 

Iris smiled and stroked my naked thigh. "Good girl... you know, I love this job. I get to help girls through something really difficult." 

"A bit like a doctor, I guess," I replied quietly. 

Iris laughed. "Maybe, sure." She groped my thigh gently, and it sent a little buzz of sensation along my leg. "You're just going to sit in my lap and I'm going to pet you until Parboil For The Course is over... okay? Can you handle that?"

She was looking straight at me, so I managed to look back and meet her eyes and nod a little. "Okay." Wait, that wasn't it-- "I mean, yes, Mistress." 

"Good girl," said Iris, her voice thick with praise and pride and love, sending a shiver through my spine. She was probably faking it, but I was desperate for affection, for reassurance, and she was willing to give it to me. 

I leaned against her a little, letting her stroke my body and head and ears and she was avoiding any of, well, the really sensitive points like between my legs or my breasts... except for my ears, which all the little scritches behind and rubs were helping me get me very relaxed and aroused. 

I wondered if she knew how sensitive my ears were, or cared-- maybe she was just trying to make a point that they were part of my body too. A little moan escaped my lips, and I tensed, worried she'd take that as consent to take me immediately. 

"Shhh... be patient... good girl...." Iris was apparently paying serious attention the to TV show-- again, I don't know if she was faking, or if she had just petted so many girls she could find all their sensitive points without even looking at them. 

The only thing that let me know that she wasn't quite as detached as she was putting on was her very hard erection poking up against my butt. 

Before long, she had found right where to pinch on the back of my neck to make me horny, exactly how slowly I liked my ears rubbed, how to stroke my tail and unfairly focusing the base of it, giving a little kiss to the side of my neck in just the right place, gliding her fingertips along my outer thighs in a way that made a shudder go through my body -- I hadn't even known about that one. 

I was trying not to pant so hard or moan so loud, but increasingly I found myself hoping the show would end soon. 

I blinked as Iris wrapped an arm around my waist, and then clung to her as she leaned over, reaching over to the coffee table to pick up the small pink jar and glove, pulling the glove onto her hand. She unscrewed the jar, and took out a little cream. "Since you're so eager, we can do this today-- spread your legs. I'm going to apply this to your pussy, it'll help you enjoy things." 

I bit my lip, but after a moment, I spread my legs for her, watching a bit detached from my arousal as she applied it to my pussy. "Why the gloves? Isn't it safe?" ...I probably should've asked that before she was rubbing the cold cream against my folds. 

"Absolutely, it's safe." Iris continued to slowly rub and thoroughly the cream into my pussy. I wasn't sure if she was intentionally teasing me again. "But the cream makes it more sensitive, and I wouldn't want to say, get it on your eyes. Some pets have a similar cream put on their ass or mouth too, but that's more of a specialized thing when they're being trained to enjoy that."  
  
I nodded. "...presumably it can, well, affect any mucus membranes, I... I guess...." It was getting harder to hold a conversation as her fingers, having carefully and clinically applied the cream on the outside, was slowly sliding inside me. 

I was panting and moaning a little as she finally finished up. 

I supposed Iris was a professional and was presumably dosing me with something not far off from an aphrodisiac, so it wasn't weird I was feeling the most aroused I had ever felt in my life. 

She idly scritched under my chin, and another needy little moan escaped my lips. This was all unfair, she was absolutely cheating. 

"If you can't wait, you can beg me to fuck you with the glove," she noted placidly, very gently rubbing the tip of my ear between her fingers like she thought it was my clit or something-- well, it wasn't getting an entirely dissimilar reaction, I guess. "But I'd rather wait until it has a chance to sink in. Can you be a good girl for me, Serena?" 

I was shivering in her lap, and arousal from my pussy had run down my thighs and was no doubt getting her suit messy. "I'm... I'm okay... I can wait...." 

She took off the glove, turning it mostly inside out before tossing it on the coffee table, and petted my cheek, drew my head a bit closer to her. 

I slowly realized I hadn't denied that she was going to fuck me in a moment, but that was how it was supposed to go anyway, right? And if she told me she wasn't I think I was going to cry. My eyes were already a bit teary. 

"Mmm... that's my good girl... so obedient, willing to put her Mistress's interests ahead of her own." Iris wrapped her arms around me and took my ear into her mouth, gently sucking on it as she watched her show. 

I whined. "If I had begged you--" If I had begged her to fuck me, she would've just spun it into also obedience, but I realized that complaining wasn't useful, it was just getting harder and harder to think. 

Iris started sucking harder, and I instinctively moved my head back at the sudden increase of sensation-- but then her teeth were biting my ear a little, and I trembled in her lap, my hand grasping at my thigh as I tried to control myself. 

Busy as she was with my ear, she didn't respond to my mostly-unstated complaint-- well, I couldn't be sure if she knew quite what I had meant, but it didn't really matter... she just continued teasing me, tracing her fingertips along my side as she pleasured my ear, varying the bites and sucking in ways that made it hard to get used to, and I became paradoxically increasingly squirmy and also relaxed and compliant to her attentions.

Finally she turned the TV off-- I don't know if it was because the show over, or because she was finally taking pity on me, because I was having trouble paying attention to anything but letting her touch me and feeling aroused and holding myself back from doing anything to myself or stopping her. 

Iris pulled her lips from my ear. "That should've been long enough for the cream to sink in. Can I kiss you, Serena?" There was still the confidence in her voice, but it sounded like a genuine question, and I turned to look in her eyes, and I blinked, realizing it was. 

She grabbed my hips and slid me so I was straddling her, even more of my pussy juice dripping down onto her suit legs, and leaned in-- and kissed the tip of my nose softly. "Emotional intimacy is sometimes harder than physical intimacy. We don't need to rush into it on day one, but basically if your Mistress wants you to kiss her, you should be very willing to-- bonding with your Mistress is a good thing. As a pet, you want her to see you as someone or something precious, rather than just a toy." 

Iris's lips were very close to mine, but she was still waiting.

Which I'm sure was very sound advice, but I just needed to be kissed and my pussy touched. Both immediately, if at all possible. "Please kiss me, Mistress." Certainly, I didn't mean to sound dominant, but I could hear my own voice on the verge of moaning, the utter surrender and desire and need in my voice, and it felt a bit alien. 

Before I could think further on that, though, her lips were softly pressed against mine, and she gave me a slow but surprisingly chaste kiss for a few seconds-- before sliding her tongue into my mouth, just as her fingers slid up between my legs and finally touched my pussy, and my entire body spasmed as a current of pleasure went through me-- had I came a little just from kissing and that slight touch? 

I was consumed by sensation and neediness, and it was hard to think about anything but my body, and I moaned and said "oh wow" or something, it was hard to keep track of what my mouth was doing. 

"Mmmm... there you go cutie... can I keep going?" Iris pulled a pair of fur-lined handcuffs out -- she just carried those on her person, apparently -- and moved them towards my hand, but again waited, not quite capturing my hands in them. Her voice was velvety smooth, she seemed quite pleased with how I was handling this, or, well, not handling this, I guess.

I nodded. "...please...." 

She pulled my head down against her soft chest, and I rested for a moment before her fingers were tracing against my pussy lips and her fingertip was circling my clit just as she started sucking on my ear. 

I could feel the pleasure building again within me already, and I just nuzzled against her chest a little, glad that she was letting me hide for the moment, grateful that she was touching me even though the attention to my clit and eartip at once were totally overwhelming and I was moaning pathetically, and very shortly I was clinging to her as I came on her hand. 

Iris kept on pleasuring me through the aftershocks, giving me me a few more moments with my head resting on her chest. "You okay there, sweetie?" 

"...mm...mm-hmm...." Okay felt like an overstatement in my current state, but it certainly didn't feel bad. 

Her hand was in front of me, covered in my wetness. "Can you lick this for me?" Her voice was soft, like it was a secret we were sharing. 

I didn't exactly want to, but she had just made me feel so good, and it felt ungrateful not to, and-- fuck it, I just licked her hand how she wanted, licking it all clean. 

Iris leaned me over and kissed me, and as she sat back up, she had the little box in her hand, and opened it up, revealing more little stainless steel earrings... smaller than the one on my ear, certainly. "Spread your legs a little more." 

Her voice was soft, but dominant, and I spread my legs a little more, and then there was a little pinch on my labia. "Wait, what?" I looked down, but it was a little hard to see what was going on at that angle. 

"Just putting some of these rings on you, I'll show you later." Iris clipped a few more on, and I couldn't keep entirely still. 

She rubbed my pussy a little after the next ring, and that helped distract me from the pain a little, so soon I was in her lap with my legs spread and panting as she finished covering my outer lips with piercings. "What... why are we...?" 

Iris smiled at me. "You need to get used to your owner modifying your body-- within reason, of course. That is one area pets actually do have rights-- you can't do any body modifications that are 'needlessly cruel', or, in your case, utterly irreversible." She gave a little pull on one of the rings. 

I moaned a little as my body twitched, it was probably harder to let her do this right after I came and was all sensitive, come to think of it. 

"Mmm, as long as we're here..." Iris fished around in the little box next to her, and pulled out two little pink pellets with pink wires attached, and for just an instant I thought they might be earbuds, but the size and shape were wrong, and no, those were definitely bullet vibrators. 

Iris lifted my thigh up a little and wrapped a self-attaching strap around it, holding the wires in place as she then inserted the vibrators into my pussy. She kissed my forehead. "You ready to play a little more, or do you need a bit more rest first?"

I giggled a little. "If this is your idea of play, I'd hate to see when you're serious." 

That predatory glint sparkled in her eye and a smile spread across her face. "Mmm, it might not be so bad if I was serious." She gave my tummy a soft poke with her fingertip, which was still slightly sticky from fingering me earlier. "But answer your Mistress properly if you don't want her to just assume you're very willing." 

"Um... we could do something more, I guess...." I was pretty aroused again, after all, so maybe I could sit in her lap and cum again, that didn't sound too difficult. 

Iris petted my head. "Good girl. Now kneel between my legs and lick my cock." Her voice was gently commanding, and I had no reason to disobey. 

I got up a little wobbly and uncertain of how to move with handcuffs, leaning on her hand she gave me for support before managing to stabilize, and kneeled down, only to stare dumbly at the crotch of her pantsuit for a moment, as my brain took a moment to process how to unzip pants with my current hand configuration-- I mean, my hands were still in front of me, but...

She didn't seem to want to wait for me to figure it out, and unzipped it herself, and her cock sprang out, big and hard and throbbing slightly.

I leaned forwards and sniffed it a little, and, well, cocks always smelled a bit gross to me, I guess, but also good sometimes, and hers smelled very good right now. I nuzzled her cock up and licked my tongue along the underside from where her balls met her shaft to the tip, before kissing the tip softly and slowly, almost platonically if it hadn't been a cock, mirroring what she had done with her kiss on my lips before, before sliding the head of her cock into my mouth and sucking on it. 

I was pleased to hear a moan from her lips. "Ahaha, wow, I hadn't expected this much from you, cutie girl." One of her hands gently ran through my hair while the other stroked my ear... I was still very aroused, and was probably getting her floor wet now too... well, she knew the risks. 

I pulled my mouth off and licked her balls as I nuzzled my cheek against the underside of her cock, eliciting an actual squeak from her, before sliding it back inside my mouth and sucking on it, bobbing my head, building up a rhythm. 

It was at this point that she turned on the vibrators, and they hummed fiercely inside me, and I stopped for a moment, overwhelmed by the vibrations in my sensitized pussy. 

"Mmm, too much for you to handle, pet?" The vibrator's buzzing lowered to a soft murmur, presumably she was doing something with the controls. 

"...sorry, just... made it hard to focus...." I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and took a deep breath as I stead myself, looking at her big thick dick right in my face.

Iris took hold of her cock and rubbed it gently against my cheek. "I know. You're really such a sensitive girl, aren't you?" 

"...you just put some sort of cream on my--" I was interrupted by Iris pinching the tip of my ear gently, and a pleasurable shudder ran through my body, cutting off my speech and thought for another moment.

"Mmm, really now?" Iris's voice was teasing. "But I don't want to do more than you can handle right now-- are you okay with continuing, or does my pillow princess need a little break after all?" 

"I'm not-- I can suck..." I couldn't think of a good way to phrase it at the moment, and took Iris's cock back in my mouth so I didn't have to. 

I couldn't fit all of her cock inside my mouth, obviously, but I did the best I could without it hitting the back of my throat, only half-aware as my mind was consumed by arousal and pleasuring her, her hands on my head as I did, petting me as she said breathy things like "good girl" and "mmm yes". 

After a little bit, she gently pulled my head back. "I think that's enough for now." 

I blinked, looking up at her-- I was horny, she was clearly still horny, she hadn't even cum, what were we doing here? 

Iris laughed softly as she looked at my face. "You look so confused, my girl... you okay?" 

"Um, no, I just... I guess I thought we were going to, well..." I shifted my hips a little, trying not to think about how empty my pussy felt. 

Iris smiled at me with unconcealed lust, and a little bit of affection, too, I thought. "Didn't want to rush you, but if you're ready... present yourself for me." 

I was confused, my gaze flickering between her face and her cock which was still right in my own face. "...like... how...?" 

"Well, in this scenario, maybe we'll go like that..." Iris rose, taking my hand, and guided me to the feet, and to one end of the couch and she pushed me down over it. It felt a bit humiliating, like she was just using me, but I needed to get fucked so bad. 

Iris stroked slowly along my back. "Such a good girl... your pussy is so pretty, did you know that? I feel lucky that I get to see it." 

My brain shortwired, unable to focus so much on the humiliation when she was giving me these equally humiliating and adoring compliments, and then I could feel her hand on my hip, and a hard thick cockhead probing against my entrance. I grabbed onto the couch a little, but that made me very aware of the fact that I was still handcuffed. It didn't even limit my movement much, but it was there.

Iris scritched the base of my tail, and I arched my back and moaned.

I could feel her pulling out the bullet vibrators, letting them fall against my thigh as the strap held them in place, and then her cock plunged inside me, and it was a little too big and a little too sudden and I cried out but as she started fucking me... yeah... this was exactly what I needed, a hard cock thrusting inside me. 

...was I objectifying her too, now? 

It was hard to focus on that though, as Iris was grabbing both my hips and starting to slowly fuck me, a bit rough, but it wasn't like she was slapping me or anything. "Tell me if it's too much, pet," she said, and her voice was so sweet and pleasured that it just made me more aroused. 

Her thick cock was spreading me wide as she slammed her hips into mine again and again and again and I think I was maybe drooling on her couch and two girls were moaning now and one sounded utterly out of it and pleasured and wait no that was me, and now she was leaning forwards over me, her soft breasts pressing against my naked back through her suit, her hands sliding under me to grope my chest as she kept slamming her hips into mine with only slightly less fervor, more having to do with the awkward angle than anything, as her hands groped my breasts and her fingers trapped my hardened nipples between them. 

As good as my breasts and pussy felt, the overall position of leaning over the end of the couch was still kinda awkward and distracting, and I wasn't quite getting there, but I was perfectly fine with letting her fuck me until she came, it still felt really good, and right then I was perfectly okay with serving her in any way she wanted. 

Still, slamming her hips against mine again and again, and licking and nipping at the back of my neck a little, I was getting closer, and then her hand slid down from my left breast as her right hand continued to grope my other one. Her fingers trailed down along my stomach, more for guidance than out of hesitation, before finding my clit and giving it a nice little rub with something hard-- but then that hard thing started vibrating fiercely as she slammed her hips into mine and it rocked what must be the bullet vibrator into my clit way too hard and it was overwhelming. Within moments, I was cumming as she thrust her cock all the way inside me. Her cock twitched inside me as it filled me with shot after shot of cum, my hands clutching at the couch cushion as I screamed with pleasure. 

The vibrator died down to a gentle buzz, and Iris continued softly rubbing it against my clit as she lay half on top of me, her cock deep inside me, maybe trying to make me cum yet again, but it was too much at the moment, and after I squirmed a bit, she stopped, reaching over and taking my hand in hers instead. "Thank you for choosing me," she said softly "I'm very glad I get to own your body for the next couple weeks." 

That made a little overwhelmed shudder run through me, and I whimpered.

She pulled her cock out of me, and guided me back up, taking me over and sitting down on the couch and pulling me onto her lap, not seeming to care about her wet, cum-covered cock, or my pussy leaking her cum anywhere. "Shhhh... it's okay... you have my permission to tell me if it's too much right now... you all right, Serena?" 

Iris was actually addressing me by my name, and that made me relax a little, feel a bit better. It didn't hurt that my body felt very good, sensitized by cumming, and I lazed against her as she stroked my body more generally again. 

I lazed against her, and she pulled me in, taking hold of my chin and giving me another soft kiss before pulling back to look into my eyes. "It'll be okay, I'll teach you everything you need to know." 

We cuddled like that for a little while.

I could feel her cock start to harden against me, and she whispered in my ear: "Mind if we do a little more?"

I hesitated. 

Iris had made me feel really good, but I didn't know if my body or mind could stand any more of this-- it was far more intense than any sex I had had before. "...could we stop for today?" 

"Of course, sweetie girl... you've been so good for me..." Iris stroked my cheek and smiled at me as she looked into my eyes. "...such a good girl... but first..." She pointed past me, and turning my head, I could see she was pointing down was down at the floor. "Be a good girl for me a little longer, okay? Just kneel down and lick the cum off my cock. Then we'll be done with sex for today."

I hesitated, but really it wasn't a big ask. "...okay..." Wait, that would rather be, "yes, Mistress...." 

Iris gave me an encouraging smile and stroked my head, then lowered her hands and swiped her finger against the cuffs, on a little black stone I had thought was for decoration. But given the way they fell away, it must've been a fingerprint reader.

I slowly lowered myself back to my knees, and her very hard and dripping cock was right in my face again.

Cleaning her up had sounded reasonable enough in the abstract, but getting down and smelling her cock with my wetness and her cum all over it made it hard not to grimace. Still, I started licking her cock slowly. It wasn't quite bad enough to make me gag, just... unpleasant.

Iris laughed softly and scritched between my ears in a way that felt very nice and kicked my arousal back in gear just a little, which helped a little. "...mmm... if you can't hide your emotions about licking up cum, we might need to do some desensitization training."

After a flicker of distaste across my face at that thought, I tried to do my best to look very eager and happy to lick her cock. While I don't think I was exactly a great actor, seeing her look down at me with her lazily imperious gaze as she stroked my head and toyed with the tip of my slightly damp ear got me a little more aroused, which made it easier to stomach.

I tried to think about this as me being great at adjusting my mindset-- like Iris had said, this wasn't a chimera thing, lots of girls had a submissive streak.

The path that lay before me was seeming much less foreboding than it did this morning.