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                                                         Chapter One: Finding Her

Scindo.

It was a name not many knew; in the Latin it literally meant to cut or rend in two.  This town was aptly name as it was split in two sections one upper class town known as Pleasant, the other a middle to lower class project known as Den, or "The Den" if you wanted to be really formal about it. Pleasant was filled to the brim with people of all nationalities there were only three key components to getting in there; money, religion, and uniformity.  Because many of it's inhabitants hated anything odd or out of place; this is on the surface of course. Like all people even these inhabitants have secrets.  Underneath the upper crust town lies a film of secrets a mile wide.  Some of these secrets were hidden in the urban sprawl of skyscrapers and churches that dotted the scenery.  Others were hidden in family histories and bloodlines.

If you asked anybody where Scindo was they would point to the south, somewhere between north Alabama and Tennessee, truth was it was like you transplanted a northern city into the northern most tips of Alabama, a few hours before Huntsville it was both a marvel and a blunder.  As the architects never imagined the inhabitants would impose a self segregation in a way.

Caleb Brown, is one of the fortunate sons of Pleasant.  Though he loathes to admit it; several years earlier he had left Pleasant's ranks in a form of self exile.  He now lived and worked in the Den; but he was lonely.  So in a fit of desperation he finally took his friend Malvina's advice and decided to use Erotic Nightshade's back room known as The Pet Shop

Erotic Nightshade now that was a story in and of itself, Caleb and a few friends were registered members of the club, they had full access to everything so they knew everything about the club.  The problem was that the public didn't like it; within the first few years the residents of Pleasant tried to get it shut down.  It was a heated debate that scorched a line in the sand even deeper than the split already was, on the one side Scindo's upright and "Moral" society and the other the dissidents that lived in the 'belly of the beast' as many called it.

But this is all facts and figures, Caleb could tell you differently.  He could give you a whole different story about his city.  Like in Pleasant screams could go unnoticed, murders hidden.  You felt a claustrophobic sense of unity in the streets known as Pleasant; church bells rang out and people hid behind smiling faces that were never really there.  While in "The Den" people genuinely helped each other out.  No it wasn't all hugs and smiles but you could see actual care put into it.  On the news the delighted in showing graffiti on walls, rundown buildings but that was only in the last quarter mile of Scindo itself.  Truth was while it was a little bit more rundown Caleb found it to be happier and livelier.  As well as more freedom given to the common man; gone was the uniform nature and apparent chill that ran through Pleasant replaced with a sense of kindness, and wonderment that many people had coming into this place.  It didn't matter that things were a little run down or shabby the people of Den knew that they were happy and that was all that mattered to them

If you didn't know what you were looking for, you wouldn't see it. Walk three paces down the one block 'til you see the alley, look for a supposed wall, then tap three times on said wall, a slit will slide open, and a gruff voice will say "password?", to which you respond from a selected word for that day. How you get the word, only the masters know, if you are a slave/pet you are not told in attempts to thin the ranks because there are imposters in the ranks this day in age.

That was how this story began. He was walking down the street when he suddenly spotted the mark, he then took three more paces and proceeded down the alley 'til he hit mid wall, he rapped three times on the door and waited. It took longer than normal, but the man came after five minutes. In other spots like this, he was there in three, but the gentleman was willing to wait, he needed what he needed and he knew they would supply him with it.

"Password?" Came the gruff voice

"Dragons Blood."

He heard the mechanical crunch of the locks as they disengaged, then he was bathed with a dim yellow light and the scent of musky cinnamon which was the tell-tale sign of dragon's blood incense. The gentleman smiled he looked the guard up and down.

"Evening, Sir Spike, I heard you had a few prospects for me."

"Of course, Master Caleb, this way if you please." The man said with a nod.

Caleb followed the human giant, the soft soled patent leather dress shoes barely making a sound on the floor of the room. He passed a mirror and checked his suit. He was wearing a simple silk jacket with a white silk shirt under that. His pants were leather, but looked like they belonged to the outfit, and his shoes were dressy. He wore simple oval rimmed glasses with a gruff growth of a beard under on his chin. He had hazel green eyes and full lips, which hinted at too much smiling. His hair was trimmed to shoulder length and laid naturally slicked back. He smiled, showing two sharpened canines. Yes, he was mortal, but who could blame him for loving the lore of the vampire? He was a little on the non-entity side. You wouldn't remember him, unless you talked to him maybe once or twice a month, which was what Spike did.

As they both walked into the room, he noticed that they were playing "Van Nuys" by Sixx:A.M. Caleb smiled and hummed along as he waited until, finally, they brought in the girls.

One was a blond with a double D chest. Caleb automatically shook his head.

"You know my rule about plastic, Spike. Why did you even put this wench in the lot?"

The next girl had short spiked hair and looked scared as hell. He didn't mind her, but she had so many puncture holes in her face from the piercings that he wanted to gag.

"Too much metal. Next."

On and on it went. The next was completely bald, and he couldn't stand that. He had to have something to grab when he was disciplining them or fucking them! What did they think he was?

The next was, again, big breasted. Not plastic, but, damn, he hated the porn star look.  Again, he shook his head.

The next was alright; long black hair, a little meat, which he didn't mind. He started to inspect her, and when he got her undressed, he found something he despised: a bald mound.

"God damn it! Do you not inspect these before you send them to your costumers?!" He turned her away with a sneering look.

But as soon as he did, they brought in a girl in a simple sheer black shirt that showed off her petite breasts with nipples just begging you to be sucked. She was thin, thinner than he had ever seen, but it fit her form. Her eyes danced with a light that just told you that she still had a moniker of innocence, but she had seen way too much in her life.

His eyes wandered down to the silk bikini cut panties that she was wearing at the time. These too were black, and her pale skin shown under the light. She almost looked like a vampire, and when he saw her, he couldn't help but just be transfixed. As his eyes wandered upwards, he noticed something about her that he hadn't noticed on his first inspection of the eyes. Her body just exuded a feline being, and, god, that turned him on.

Her mouth and body just screamed "You want me? You want me, you have to play the right way, and I promise nothing that you've had before can compare. I will let you be my master, but you will drink me in like I am a drug." As the handlers left the room, they handed him the keys to the cuffs that were on her wrists. He thanked them and went to his inspection.

He turned her face from side to side. "Nice feline-like face. Very nice." He then trailed his fingers through her hair. "Frizzed, yet long. Good enough to pet. Also very feline."

With each thing that he inspected with her clothes on, he figured out that this girl was a cat incarnate, one of the very few servants of Bast that were left. He had spent his life looking for a girl like her, and it looked like he had her in his hands. He very well wanted to train her, but he had to make sure the rest of her was perfect as the rest of her.

He grabbed her breasts, and she moaned. "Very sensitive to the touch." This time she blushed at his remark, and he smiled.

He continued to play with her breasts through her top until she was moaning loudly.

"Very vocal. This is very good." She again blushed, almost turning her face a scarlet red.

He stopped and motioned for her to take off her top. After taking her from the wrist restraints, she did as she was told, and he noticed that she was inked over both breasts. On her right breast was the word fury, made to look like someone had taken a blade out and jaggedly cut it there. He looked this over and nodded in approval. On her left was a heart busting out of her chest. Some might have thought it was an apple, but it was very obvious to him that it was a heart. This, to him, made him think she was a very passionate girl. If you assigned her to something, she would do it to the fullest of her ability. This would translate well into skill. She might have trouble at first, but if you let her go, if you let her find her own rhythm, and didn't instruct her you would have someone who was very good at what she did.

That isn't to say she didn't need teaching, all good pets have their drawbacks at first. It took patience to train one, to break one, to what you wanted, and that was a lot of what Caleb had; and also why he lost a lot of pets in his time. Because whilst they say they want this, they never truly want true dominance. They just wanted the illusion of dominance. Therefore, in the time he has been a master, he has had to tear the collars off of many necks.

He continued his inspection and told her to turn around slowly. He looked her back over. "A fallen angel overlooking hell, doomed to be trapped in the pit that was her life, never expecting anyone to find her. Is this you?" She nodded, blushing even more.

"N-n-no one has ever gotten that before…" She stopped, and then added in a hurried way with a blush and a flinch, "Sir." She cast her eyes down, thinking that he was going to hit her.

He just placed a reassuring hand on her and said, "Yes, from now on, call me sir, if I ask you a question. But that was the first question, and you did not know. Therefore, I will not strike you or punish you, in any way or form, this time."

He breathed and then added, "That being said, I have questions, and you will answer them." She nodded, still blushing, he thinks it's because she has never had someone take interest in her this way.

"First, your name."

"Ophelia, Sir"

"Nice. Your reasoning for being here, was it that you were bought? Or were you brought here of free will?"

"Free will. I live to serve, or that is the way I see it, Sir."

"I see, and what are you looking for in a master?"

"Someone that can teach me. I am new to this, Sir, and as such, I need someone to show me what they want. I need instruction, but not too much because I can't stand being told everything. Some things I might do because they are pleasurable to me. I need someone to understand what it was like when they first were introduced to something they liked, Sir." She breathed and added, "I also want to be treated as a pet would, a kitten, if Sir would let me, because that is the way I feel. I feel I need a master who understands this, Sir.'

Caleb nodded "Pain threshold?"

"I can withstand a lot of pain, Sir, but there are limits. As you can see, I have adorned myself with ink. Therefore, I don't want to have that flesh cut into because it would just take too long to fix, and then the ink would look like it was done at different times, Sir." She blushed, "But other than that, I truly don't know my threshold. This is not to say that I cannot tell you when I have reached my limit, Sir."

Caleb nodded to this, and then started to run his hands up and down the fallen angel. "These things, I understand. Your ink is very beautiful, and makes me want you even more. I have had a thing for girls with ink, since I was fourteen and to see one so brave as to get the ones you have, the ones that characterize you so well…" He moved his hand onto her side and started to run it up and down the word PAIN that was there. This looked both like it was branded and left this way.

He put his hand on her back and bent her over, sticking her ass into the air. He started to rub her ass through the silk panties she had on. The feel of it was almost like the Gods had willed it to be only for him. He gave her a smack, and she let out a soft sound. He did it again, this time harder, and she let out another soft sound. He started to spank her in earnest, and she started moaning, "Oh, sir yes, Sir." She liked it, and he continued just using his bare hand.

He then stopped and moved her panties to the side. He noticed a little blush as he started to slowly inspect her. He spread her ass cheeks apart, "No one has ever touched this area of you. Have they Miss Elia?"

She shook her head and nervously said, "N-n-not in this way, Sir. I am afraid of that form of stimulation."

He nodded and let go of her ass, only to leave a swift smack on her ass. "You forgot 'sir' with that last remark."

She groaned and nodded. He looked at the silk material, and, even though they were black, he could tell she was starting to get moist down there. He moved her panties even further to the side and slid his finger up and down her slit. He slowly slid one finger in, and she let out a pained sound, even just at the finger tip. He pulled back, and said "A virgin. This is a rare find, especially in this type of place."

He smiled, and she blushed. "Does Sir disapprove?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't. I actually prefer virgins." He flipped her over and set her up on his knees. Driving his hand back into the panties, he started to rub and pinch her clit. She started to moan involuntarily, and he started to do it more. He then stood her up and took her panties off. Bending her over again, he drove his tongue into her. She moaned again. He flicked his tongue around inside her cunt from behind, and she started groaning lowly. He enjoyed the taste of her. If he could find anything to compare it to, it would have to be ambrosia, the fruit of the gods. He then stood her up and started to eat her properly, licking and sucking her clit. He added a little teeth just to gauge her reaction.

She moaned loudly, and said, "Oooh, Sir!!"

He then started to exploit this, and took her clit between his teeth and started to bite gently. Not too hard, as to make it hurt, just to make it pleasurable. He flicked his tongue into her, and she nearly screamed and fought not to use her hands to push him into her pussy.

He kept this up for quite a while, until she was nearly at the brink of orgasm, and then stopped. He looked up at her and smiled. "First rule is that you will not be given these freely, unless I am lost in passion and cannot stop. Then you will get it, but you have to beg to be able to cum. A good pet, and slave, only comes when her master says that it is okay."

He let her drop to her knees. "I am satisfied with what I have so far, but I still have a few questions that need to be answered."

He stood up and walked around her, inspecting her by eye again. Oh, yes, this is going to be fun. Oh, so much fun, he thought to himself as he was about to question her in earnest.
"Have you ever experienced that?" he asked.

"N-no sir," she said breathlessly.

"Would you like more?"

"Yes, Sir." She replied.

"Maybe later. Right now, you have passed my latest inspection, but I need to run you through your pain threshold."

"Of course, Sir."

"But, before that, I need to know a few things about you."

"Of course, Sir."

"Do you pleasure yourself?"

She blushed at this. "Y-yes sir," she stammered.

He smiled. "How often?" he asked.

She blushed harder. "Maybe once a week," she replied, "It's hard to turn myself on. My body needs inspiration, and I just can't think up new things every day, Sir."

He nodded and asked, "And you are waiting for a proper master to come along to teach you what you need, so you can give him your cherry?"

"Yes, sir," she responded.

He nodded and got up, grabbing the cuffs from the wall. He cuffed her, and then collared her, and slowly led her out of the room. He led her to a metal door where Spike stood. He nodded when he saw them and buzzed the door open.

It was a plain and simple metal room. He had been in here once or twice. From her roaming eyes, he knew this had to be the first time. She looked at the X rack and the plain rack letting out small sounds, but when she saw the suspension bar, she let out a low moan. There were also stocks that would lock a slave into doggy style, a suspension stock that suspended the subject from the feet, and other variable torture devices.

"Welcome to the pain threshold test," Caleb said, as her eyes wandered down to the end of the room where there stood racks and racks of toys some pain inducing the others pleasure inducing she licked her lips slowly as he lead her over to the suspension bar and locked her into them. He smiled and walked away to choose the toys they would play with.

He picked up a four lash whip, a knotty cat, a simple straight whip, and three teaser whips. He walked over and set them on the table, then walked back and picked out a beaded set of nipple clamps.

He walked over to her and teased her for a few moments. Then, he leaned his head down and flicked his tongue over her nipples. She let out soft sounds and writhed in the chains. He smiled and placed the first clamp on her nipple; then the second one on her other. He then walked away, picked up the teaser whip, and started to feather it over her breasts, leaving little stings. As he went, he started to get harder and harder. As the minutes went and her moans just urged him on, he started to slow down as he feathered it over her stomach. He smiled at the soft mewling sounds she let out, as he went further down and it started to stroke her clit.

She started to moan and groan as he got harder. She started screaming in pleasure; then. as she was about to cum, he stopped again. She let out soft displeased sounds.

"Please, Sir, let me cum."

"No, not yet. It isn't time."

He walked back over and brought up the straight whip. He only slid it across her back to make her feel the leather, and then set it down and picked up the knotty cat. He smiled and feathered it over her breasts again. Then, he started to walk around her letting the tendrils of it touch every inch of skin it could without stinging. She groaned and moaned, "Oh, Gods, yes… Yes, sir…"

He kept it up, lightly touching her skin with the tendrils. Then, he suddenly whipped her back, so it would sting, and she let out a loud moan. He smiled. He started to slash her back with X motion, leaving red marks. He stopped and came around to her front. He repeated the action on her front, and she screamed and writhed in her chains. He started to whip down her body, and then up her body.
She was pleading for release as he stopped, walked over, and picked up the four lash whip. He started whipping her back and front in earnest, slashing the air. You heard nothing but the slap of the whip in the room. She started moaning and screaming and writhing.

When she was close to orgasm again, he stopped licking his lips as she opened and closed her legs to try and stimulate herself. He whipped her back again. "No, you may not."

She whimpered, and he walked over and tugged on her nipples. Then, he walked over to the wall and picked up a set of vampire gloves and a pinwheel. He smiled as he brought them back, and she moaned.

"God, Sir, I don't think I can take much more without cumming. May I, please, Sir?"

He shook his head as an answer, and then put on one of the gloves and walked over to her smiling evilly. "Are you ready for the next stage of this, potential pet?"

She nodded slowly, as he smiled thinking, Gods, this one is perfect. I'm only truly finishing this part to please her. I have made my decision.

He took his hand and placed it on her breast, digging in slightly. She let out a moan. "Oh, fuck yes, Sir! Yes! Yes!" He dug in, and then stopped. She let out a low meowing sound and started to purr.

He gingerly took two fingers and took the nipple clamps off of her without piercing her nipples. That took talent, something that meant he had years of mastery under his belt. He then started pressing the blades of the glove into her nipples, and she let out an even louder moan, writhing in the restraints. He starts to drag them up and down her body, as she groans.
"Sir, please, my body can barely stop itself. May I cum now, Sir?"

He shook his head, knowing that, as soon as he finished, he would let her. When he got down to her cunt, he dragged the glove, and its blades, back up her body, and she screamed out loudly, trying her best not to cum. He knew it was torture, but he enjoyed every minute of it. He slid it back down, and she screamed again.

"PLEASE!" she screamed this time, and he shook is head.

"Slaves are not supposed to cum before their master lets them. That is your first lesson."

He smiled as he slowly slid the gloves across her thighs, licking his lips. She moaned and squirmed in the restraints, and he smiled even bigger. Finally, he slid it between her legs, onto her cunt, pinching her clit. "Now, you may."

He smiled as her body went completely rigid at first. Then, she started convulsing in waves as she screamed and moaned.

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir," as he kept it up and her orgasm tore through her like nothing she had ever experienced.

He smiled as her orgasm subsided and lowered her from the suspension bar onto her knees in the room. He smiled at her and said, "I have nearly made my decision." A blatant lie, as he had already made his decision long ago. "All you have to do is one more thing, and it doesn't even involve me taking your cherry. I will do that when your training is complete, if, and only if, I choose you." he said with a smile.

He undid his pants, and then her restraints.

"Show me that you can give me a good blow job."

She nodded as she took his engorged member in her hands and started lightly running her fingers over it. He let out a low moan, and she cautiously slid her hand around and started to jerk it off. Then, slowly, kiss the tip, breathing over it.

He moaned, "Yes, pet. Yes."

She then slowly took him into her mouth pressing her tongue under the head as she sucked. Then, she swirled her tongue around him. He bucked his hips and continued to moan "Gods, yes!"

He bucked again as she grazed him with teeth. Unable to speak anything else, he moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as he grabbed the back of her head, moaning, and feeling himself close to the edge.

She took her mouth off him and kissed up and down the shaft quickly then kissed the tip, covering her lips in precum. "Does Sir like this?"

He only nodded in response, groaning. She took him back in and started to suck as hard as she could. He couldn't hold back anymore; his dam broke down and he came streams in her mouth.

"God, yes! God, yes!" He bucked his cock all the way into her mouth and out again, smiling. "Good pet. Good kitten."

He left her on her knees while he went to the other room and gathered up a case that she had not seen before. He came back and said, "My name is Caleb Walker." He smiles, "I have made my decision on you, pet." He opened the case with a pop revealing three different collars.

One was plain, 'the starter,' he called it. The next had a dragon pentacle on the buckle instead of a regular buckle, 'the committed'. The last had a pentacle with a dragon and a leopard intertwined, 'life bounded'. No one had ever made it to that.

He took out the plain collar, and said "Ophelia, I have deemed you worthy of the beginner's collar. This is the collar you will wear through your first set of training," he breathed, "Do you accept it? It is hard to earn, easy to lose."

She nodded looking at her naked form and blushing, "Yes, Sir, Master Caleb. I accept it and hope that I will not disappoint you."

He smiled at her response. He then slid it around her neck, securely fastening it around her neck, and then, lifting the flap up, he took out a leash and clasped it on. He lead her out of the room and into a third room that contained corsets and cat suits along with simple black shirts and pants, this was the dressing room he knew.

He picked out a pair of leather pants and gave them to her then a loose black shirt and pointed to the dressing room. "Go in there and put these on, I will choose your corset."

As she did, he turned his attention to the corset wall. Looking it over, there were plenty to choose from, but when his eyes fell on an under bust corset that looked like it was made from just belts, he decided on that one. Taking it down, he noticed that though it was made of belts, the connections were simple, and he smiled thinking she would appreciate this.

He moved onto the boot wall. He saw flat heeled boots and thought, No, no this one deserves something more. He walked over to the platforms, and he chose a pair of patent leather four inch thigh high boots. He then frowned, knowing these wouldn't work with the pants. He walked over to the pants, looking for another pair. He soon knew that he wouldn't get the look with just pants, so he started looking at skirts. He chose one that was nearly mid thigh, and it covered up enough so that you could see the boots and nothing else that might embarrass her.

She came out and he told her, "I changed my mind. Take off the pants."

She quickly did so, and he realized that he didn't pick out any panties.

"Ah, I forgot something." He quickly went over and picked out a pair of silk bikini cut panties and opened them up, so she could slip into them. She did as best she could, using him for balance. She smiled as he held the skirt out and helped her into it, making sure it was secure.

He smiled and whispered in her ear, "Sexy."

She blushed red. "No, I'm not, Sir."

He reached up and pulled her hair. "Second lesson: Whatever I say about you is true, and it is the only truth that you should need," he growled into her ear. "Now, put some socks on."

She walked over and picked out a black pair of socks and put them on, looking down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I will try not to do it again, Sir." She slid them on, and he watched her, his cock nearly jumping to full attention again at the sight of her in these clothes and knowing what she had yet to put on.

He smiled at her and took the boots out again. The boots were made of patent leather with straps instead of laces. As she slid her foot in, he helped straighten out the patent on her skin, and he smiled as he slowly buckled them up for her.

"Very, very sexy," he said, "very much worth getting you, pet. Very much."

He smiled as he started to grab the corset, and she lifted her arms. He put it around her ribs right under her breasts holding it in place, so she could feel it under the shirt.

She smiled. "Very nice, Sir. I am not worthy of this."

He smiled and nodded, "No slave will ever feel completely worthy though they are because they prove themselves to be." He then started tightening them to her very slowly, letting her feel the restraint it gave her. She let out sighs as each one was secured into place. He took her over to the mirror, and showed her how she looked.

She smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I have never felt so beautiful."

He smiled back and said, "You will, trust me. Before you reach the third collar, you will realize that you are the most beautiful creature that I have laid eyes on."

He then picked up the leash again and started too lead her to the front.

Spike was still standing there. He cleared his throat, and Caleb said, "How much?"

Spike shook his head. "For your patience, Sir, you will not have to pay."

He smiled. He always hated paying for slaves; he saw them as humans, not property. He lead her out into the street and to his motorcycle. He knew she was happy and he was too, as the sped off into the night

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                                                         Chapter One: Finding Her

Scindo.

It was a name not many knew; in the Latin it literally meant to cut or rend in two.  This town was aptly name as it was split in two sections one upper class town known as Pleasant, the other a middle to lower class project known as Den, or "The Den" if you wanted to be really formal about it. Pleasant was filled to the brim with people of all nationalities there were only three key components to getting in there; money, religion, and uniformity.  Because many of it's inhabitants hated anything odd or out of place; this is on the surface of course. Like all people even these inhabitants have secrets.  Underneath the upper crust town lies a film of secrets a mile wide.  Some of these secrets were hidden in the urban sprawl of skyscrapers and churches that dotted the scenery.  Others were hidden in family histories and bloodlines.

If you asked anybody where Scindo was they would point to the south, somewhere between north Alabama and Tennessee, truth was it was like you transplanted a northern city into the northern most tips of Alabama, a few hours before Huntsville it was both a marvel and a blunder.  As the architects never imagined the inhabitants would impose a self segregation in a way.

Caleb Brown, is one of the fortunate sons of Pleasant.  Though he loathes to admit it; several years earlier he had left Pleasant's ranks in a form of self exile.  He now lived and worked in the Den; but he was lonely.  So in a fit of desperation he finally took his friend Malvina's advice and decided to use Erotic Nightshade's back room known as The Pet Shop

Erotic Nightshade now that was a story in and of itself, Caleb and a few friends were registered members of the club, they had full access to everything so they knew everything about the club.  The problem was that the public didn't like it; within the first few years the residents of Pleasant tried to get it shut down.  It was a heated debate that scorched a line in the sand even deeper than the split already was, on the one side Scindo's upright and "Moral" society and the other the dissidents that lived in the 'belly of the beast' as many called it.

But this is all facts and figures, Caleb could tell you differently.  He could give you a whole different story about his city.  Like in Pleasant screams could go unnoticed, murders hidden.  You felt a claustrophobic sense of unity in the streets known as Pleasant; church bells rang out and people hid behind smiling faces that were never really there.  While in "The Den" people genuinely helped each other out.  No it wasn't all hugs and smiles but you could see actual care put into it.  On the news the delighted in showing graffiti on walls, rundown buildings but that was only in the last quarter mile of Scindo itself.  Truth was while it was a little bit more rundown Caleb found it to be happier and livelier.  As well as more freedom given to the common man; gone was the uniform nature and apparent chill that ran through Pleasant replaced with a sense of kindness, and wonderment that many people had coming into this place.  It didn't matter that things were a little run down or shabby the people of Den knew that they were happy and that was all that mattered to them

If you didn't know what you were looking for, you wouldn't see it. Walk three paces down the one block 'til you see the alley, look for a supposed wall, then tap three times on said wall, a slit will slide open, and a gruff voice will say "password?", to which you respond from a selected word for that day. How you get the word, only the masters know, if you are a slave/pet you are not told in attempts to thin the ranks because there are imposters in the ranks this day in age.

That was how this story began. He was walking down the street when he suddenly spotted the mark, he then took three more paces and proceeded down the alley 'til he hit mid wall, he rapped three times on the door and waited. It took longer than normal, but the man came after five minutes. In other spots like this, he was there in three, but the gentleman was willing to wait, he needed what he needed and he knew they would supply him with it.

"Password?" Came the gruff voice

"Dragons Blood."

He heard the mechanical crunch of the locks as they disengaged, then he was bathed with a dim yellow light and the scent of musky cinnamon which was the tell-tale sign of dragon's blood incense. The gentleman smiled he looked the guard up and down.

"Evening, Sir Spike, I heard you had a few prospects for me."

"Of course, Master Caleb, this way if you please." The man said with a nod.

Caleb followed the human giant, the soft soled patent leather dress shoes barely making a sound on the floor of the room. He passed a mirror and checked his suit. He was wearing a simple silk jacket with a white silk shirt under that. His pants were leather, but looked like they belonged to the outfit, and his shoes were dressy. He wore simple oval rimmed glasses with a gruff growth of a beard under on his chin. He had hazel green eyes and full lips, which hinted at too much smiling. His hair was trimmed to shoulder length and laid naturally slicked back. He smiled, showing two sharpened canines. Yes, he was mortal, but who could blame him for loving the lore of the vampire? He was a little on the non-entity side. You wouldn't remember him, unless you talked to him maybe once or twice a month, which was what Spike did.

As they both walked into the room, he noticed that they were playing "Van Nuys" by Sixx:A.M. Caleb smiled and hummed along as he waited until, finally, they brought in the girls.

One was a blond with a double D chest. Caleb automatically shook his head.

"You know my rule about plastic, Spike. Why did you even put this wench in the lot?"

The next girl had short spiked hair and looked scared as hell. He didn't mind her, but she had so many puncture holes in her face from the piercings that he wanted to gag.

"Too much metal. Next."

On and on it went. The next was completely bald, and he couldn't stand that. He had to have something to grab when he was disciplining them or fucking them! What did they think he was?

The next was, again, big breasted. Not plastic, but, damn, he hated the porn star look.  Again, he shook his head.

The next was alright; long black hair, a little meat, which he didn't mind. He started to inspect her, and when he got her undressed, he found something he despised: a bald mound.

"God damn it! Do you not inspect these before you send them to your costumers?!" He turned her away with a sneering look.

But as soon as he did, they brought in a girl in a simple sheer black shirt that showed off her petite breasts with nipples just begging you to be sucked. She was thin, thinner than he had ever seen, but it fit her form. Her eyes danced with a light that just told you that she still had a moniker of innocence, but she had seen way too much in her life.

His eyes wandered down to the silk bikini cut panties that she was wearing at the time. These too were black, and her pale skin shown under the light. She almost looked like a vampire, and when he saw her, he couldn't help but just be transfixed. As his eyes wandered upwards, he noticed something about her that he hadn't noticed on his first inspection of the eyes. Her body just exuded a feline being, and, god, that turned him on.

Her mouth and body just screamed "You want me? You want me, you have to play the right way, and I promise nothing that you've had before can compare. I will let you be my master, but you will drink me in like I am a drug." As the handlers left the room, they handed him the keys to the cuffs that were on her wrists. He thanked them and went to his inspection.

He turned her face from side to side. "Nice feline-like face. Very nice." He then trailed his fingers through her hair. "Frizzed, yet long. Good enough to pet. Also very feline."

With each thing that he inspected with her clothes on, he figured out that this girl was a cat incarnate, one of the very few servants of Bast that were left. He had spent his life looking for a girl like her, and it looked like he had her in his hands. He very well wanted to train her, but he had to make sure the rest of her was perfect as the rest of her.

He grabbed her breasts, and she moaned. "Very sensitive to the touch." This time she blushed at his remark, and he smiled.

He continued to play with her breasts through her top until she was moaning loudly.

"Very vocal. This is very good." She again blushed, almost turning her face a scarlet red.

He stopped and motioned for her to take off her top. After taking her from the wrist restraints, she did as she was told, and he noticed that she was inked over both breasts. On her right breast was the word fury, made to look like someone had taken a blade out and jaggedly cut it there. He looked this over and nodded in approval. On her left was a heart busting out of her chest. Some might have thought it was an apple, but it was very obvious to him that it was a heart. This, to him, made him think she was a very passionate girl. If you assigned her to something, she would do it to the fullest of her ability. This would translate well into skill. She might have trouble at first, but if you let her go, if you let her find her own rhythm, and didn't instruct her you would have someone who was very good at what she did.

That isn't to say she didn't need teaching, all good pets have their drawbacks at first. It took patience to train one, to break one, to what you wanted, and that was a lot of what Caleb had; and also why he lost a lot of pets in his time. Because whilst they say they want this, they never truly want true dominance. They just wanted the illusion of dominance. Therefore, in the time he has been a master, he has had to tear the collars off of many necks.

He continued his inspection and told her to turn around slowly. He looked her back over. "A fallen angel overlooking hell, doomed to be trapped in the pit that was her life, never expecting anyone to find her. Is this you?" She nodded, blushing even more.

"N-n-no one has ever gotten that before…" She stopped, and then added in a hurried way with a blush and a flinch, "Sir." She cast her eyes down, thinking that he was going to hit her.

He just placed a reassuring hand on her and said, "Yes, from now on, call me sir, if I ask you a question. But that was the first question, and you did not know. Therefore, I will not strike you or punish you, in any way or form, this time."

He breathed and then added, "That being said, I have questions, and you will answer them." She nodded, still blushing, he thinks it's because she has never had someone take interest in her this way.

"First, your name."

"Ophelia, Sir"

"Nice. Your reasoning for being here, was it that you were bought? Or were you brought here of free will?"

"Free will. I live to serve, or that is the way I see it, Sir."

"I see, and what are you looking for in a master?"

"Someone that can teach me. I am new to this, Sir, and as such, I need someone to show me what they want. I need instruction, but not too much because I can't stand being told everything. Some things I might do because they are pleasurable to me. I need someone to understand what it was like when they first were introduced to something they liked, Sir." She breathed and added, "I also want to be treated as a pet would, a kitten, if Sir would let me, because that is the way I feel. I feel I need a master who understands this, Sir.'

Caleb nodded "Pain threshold?"

"I can withstand a lot of pain, Sir, but there are limits. As you can see, I have adorned myself with ink. Therefore, I don't want to have that flesh cut into because it would just take too long to fix, and then the ink would look like it was done at different times, Sir." She blushed, "But other than that, I truly don't know my threshold. This is not to say that I cannot tell you when I have reached my limit, Sir."

Caleb nodded to this, and then started to run his hands up and down the fallen angel. "These things, I understand. Your ink is very beautiful, and makes me want you even more. I have had a thing for girls with ink, since I was fourteen and to see one so brave as to get the ones you have, the ones that characterize you so well…" He moved his hand onto her side and started to run it up and down the word PAIN that was there. This looked both like it was branded and left this way.

He put his hand on her back and bent her over, sticking her ass into the air. He started to rub her ass through the silk panties she had on. The feel of it was almost like the Gods had willed it to be only for him. He gave her a smack, and she let out a soft sound. He did it again, this time harder, and she let out another soft sound. He started to spank her in earnest, and she started moaning, "Oh, sir yes, Sir." She liked it, and he continued just using his bare hand.

He then stopped and moved her panties to the side. He noticed a little blush as he started to slowly inspect her. He spread her ass cheeks apart, "No one has ever touched this area of you. Have they Miss Elia?"

She shook her head and nervously said, "N-n-not in this way, Sir. I am afraid of that form of stimulation."

He nodded and let go of her ass, only to leave a swift smack on her ass. "You forgot 'sir' with that last remark."

She groaned and nodded. He looked at the silk material, and, even though they were black, he could tell she was starting to get moist down there. He moved her panties even further to the side and slid his finger up and down her slit. He slowly slid one finger in, and she let out a pained sound, even just at the finger tip. He pulled back, and said "A virgin. This is a rare find, especially in this type of place."

He smiled, and she blushed. "Does Sir disapprove?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't. I actually prefer virgins." He flipped her over and set her up on his knees. Driving his hand back into the panties, he started to rub and pinch her clit. She started to moan involuntarily, and he started to do it more. He then stood her up and took her panties off. Bending her over again, he drove his tongue into her. She moaned again. He flicked his tongue around inside her cunt from behind, and she started groaning lowly. He enjoyed the taste of her. If he could find anything to compare it to, it would have to be ambrosia, the fruit of the gods. He then stood her up and started to eat her properly, licking and sucking her clit. He added a little teeth just to gauge her reaction.

She moaned loudly, and said, "Oooh, Sir!!"

He then started to exploit this, and took her clit between his teeth and started to bite gently. Not too hard, as to make it hurt, just to make it pleasurable. He flicked his tongue into her, and she nearly screamed and fought not to use her hands to push him into her pussy.

He kept this up for quite a while, until she was nearly at the brink of orgasm, and then stopped. He looked up at her and smiled. "First rule is that you will not be given these freely, unless I am lost in passion and cannot stop. Then you will get it, but you have to beg to be able to cum. A good pet, and slave, only comes when her master says that it is okay."

He let her drop to her knees. "I am satisfied with what I have so far, but I still have a few questions that need to be answered."

He stood up and walked around her, inspecting her by eye again. Oh, yes, this is going to be fun. Oh, so much fun, he thought to himself as he was about to question her in earnest.
"Have you ever experienced that?" he asked.

"N-no sir," she said breathlessly.

"Would you like more?"

"Yes, Sir." She replied.

"Maybe later. Right now, you have passed my latest inspection, but I need to run you through your pain threshold."

"Of course, Sir."

"But, before that, I need to know a few things about you."

"Of course, Sir."

"Do you pleasure yourself?"

She blushed at this. "Y-yes sir," she stammered.

He smiled. "How often?" he asked.

She blushed harder. "Maybe once a week," she replied, "It's hard to turn myself on. My body needs inspiration, and I just can't think up new things every day, Sir."

He nodded and asked, "And you are waiting for a proper master to come along to teach you what you need, so you can give him your cherry?"

"Yes, sir," she responded.

He nodded and got up, grabbing the cuffs from the wall. He cuffed her, and then collared her, and slowly led her out of the room. He led her to a metal door where Spike stood. He nodded when he saw them and buzzed the door open.

It was a plain and simple metal room. He had been in here once or twice. From her roaming eyes, he knew this had to be the first time. She looked at the X rack and the plain rack letting out small sounds, but when she saw the suspension bar, she let out a low moan. There were also stocks that would lock a slave into doggy style, a suspension stock that suspended the subject from the feet, and other variable torture devices.

"Welcome to the pain threshold test," Caleb said, as her eyes wandered down to the end of the room where there stood racks and racks of toys some pain inducing the others pleasure inducing she licked her lips slowly as he lead her over to the suspension bar and locked her into them. He smiled and walked away to choose the toys they would play with.

He picked up a four lash whip, a knotty cat, a simple straight whip, and three teaser whips. He walked over and set them on the table, then walked back and picked out a beaded set of nipple clamps.

He walked over to her and teased her for a few moments. Then, he leaned his head down and flicked his tongue over her nipples. She let out soft sounds and writhed in the chains. He smiled and placed the first clamp on her nipple; then the second one on her other. He then walked away, picked up the teaser whip, and started to feather it over her breasts, leaving little stings. As he went, he started to get harder and harder. As the minutes went and her moans just urged him on, he started to slow down as he feathered it over her stomach. He smiled at the soft mewling sounds she let out, as he went further down and it started to stroke her clit.

She started to moan and groan as he got harder. She started screaming in pleasure; then. as she was about to cum, he stopped again. She let out soft displeased sounds.

"Please, Sir, let me cum."

"No, not yet. It isn't time."

He walked back over and brought up the straight whip. He only slid it across her back to make her feel the leather, and then set it down and picked up the knotty cat. He smiled and feathered it over her breasts again. Then, he started to walk around her letting the tendrils of it touch every inch of skin it could without stinging. She groaned and moaned, "Oh, Gods, yes… Yes, sir…"

He kept it up, lightly touching her skin with the tendrils. Then, he suddenly whipped her back, so it would sting, and she let out a loud moan. He smiled. He started to slash her back with X motion, leaving red marks. He stopped and came around to her front. He repeated the action on her front, and she screamed and writhed in her chains. He started to whip down her body, and then up her body.
She was pleading for release as he stopped, walked over, and picked up the four lash whip. He started whipping her back and front in earnest, slashing the air. You heard nothing but the slap of the whip in the room. She started moaning and screaming and writhing.

When she was close to orgasm again, he stopped licking his lips as she opened and closed her legs to try and stimulate herself. He whipped her back again. "No, you may not."

She whimpered, and he walked over and tugged on her nipples. Then, he walked over to the wall and picked up a set of vampire gloves and a pinwheel. He smiled as he brought them back, and she moaned.

"God, Sir, I don't think I can take much more without cumming. May I, please, Sir?"

He shook his head as an answer, and then put on one of the gloves and walked over to her smiling evilly. "Are you ready for the next stage of this, potential pet?"

She nodded slowly, as he smiled thinking, Gods, this one is perfect. I'm only truly finishing this part to please her. I have made my decision.

He took his hand and placed it on her breast, digging in slightly. She let out a moan. "Oh, fuck yes, Sir! Yes! Yes!" He dug in, and then stopped. She let out a low meowing sound and started to purr.

He gingerly took two fingers and took the nipple clamps off of her without piercing her nipples. That took talent, something that meant he had years of mastery under his belt. He then started pressing the blades of the glove into her nipples, and she let out an even louder moan, writhing in the restraints. He starts to drag them up and down her body, as she groans.
"Sir, please, my body can barely stop itself. May I cum now, Sir?"

He shook his head, knowing that, as soon as he finished, he would let her. When he got down to her cunt, he dragged the glove, and its blades, back up her body, and she screamed out loudly, trying her best not to cum. He knew it was torture, but he enjoyed every minute of it. He slid it back down, and she screamed again.

"PLEASE!" she screamed this time, and he shook is head.

"Slaves are not supposed to cum before their master lets them. That is your first lesson."

He smiled as he slowly slid the gloves across her thighs, licking his lips. She moaned and squirmed in the restraints, and he smiled even bigger. Finally, he slid it between her legs, onto her cunt, pinching her clit. "Now, you may."

He smiled as her body went completely rigid at first. Then, she started convulsing in waves as she screamed and moaned.

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Sir," as he kept it up and her orgasm tore through her like nothing she had ever experienced.

He smiled as her orgasm subsided and lowered her from the suspension bar onto her knees in the room. He smiled at her and said, "I have nearly made my decision." A blatant lie, as he had already made his decision long ago. "All you have to do is one more thing, and it doesn't even involve me taking your cherry. I will do that when your training is complete, if, and only if, I choose you." he said with a smile.

He undid his pants, and then her restraints.

"Show me that you can give me a good blow job."

She nodded as she took his engorged member in her hands and started lightly running her fingers over it. He let out a low moan, and she cautiously slid her hand around and started to jerk it off. Then, slowly, kiss the tip, breathing over it.

He moaned, "Yes, pet. Yes."

She then slowly took him into her mouth pressing her tongue under the head as she sucked. Then, she swirled her tongue around him. He bucked his hips and continued to moan "Gods, yes!"

He bucked again as she grazed him with teeth. Unable to speak anything else, he moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as he grabbed the back of her head, moaning, and feeling himself close to the edge.

She took her mouth off him and kissed up and down the shaft quickly then kissed the tip, covering her lips in precum. "Does Sir like this?"

He only nodded in response, groaning. She took him back in and started to suck as hard as she could. He couldn't hold back anymore; his dam broke down and he came streams in her mouth.

"God, yes! God, yes!" He bucked his cock all the way into her mouth and out again, smiling. "Good pet. Good kitten."

He left her on her knees while he went to the other room and gathered up a case that she had not seen before. He came back and said, "My name is Caleb Walker." He smiles, "I have made my decision on you, pet." He opened the case with a pop revealing three different collars.

One was plain, 'the starter,' he called it. The next had a dragon pentacle on the buckle instead of a regular buckle, 'the committed'. The last had a pentacle with a dragon and a leopard intertwined, 'life bounded'. No one had ever made it to that.

He took out the plain collar, and said "Ophelia, I have deemed you worthy of the beginner's collar. This is the collar you will wear through your first set of training," he breathed, "Do you accept it? It is hard to earn, easy to lose."

She nodded looking at her naked form and blushing, "Yes, Sir, Master Caleb. I accept it and hope that I will not disappoint you."

He smiled at her response. He then slid it around her neck, securely fastening it around her neck, and then, lifting the flap up, he took out a leash and clasped it on. He lead her out of the room and into a third room that contained corsets and cat suits along with simple black shirts and pants, this was the dressing room he knew.

He picked out a pair of leather pants and gave them to her then a loose black shirt and pointed to the dressing room. "Go in there and put these on, I will choose your corset."

As she did, he turned his attention to the corset wall. Looking it over, there were plenty to choose from, but when his eyes fell on an under bust corset that looked like it was made from just belts, he decided on that one. Taking it down, he noticed that though it was made of belts, the connections were simple, and he smiled thinking she would appreciate this.

He moved onto the boot wall. He saw flat heeled boots and thought, No, no this one deserves something more. He walked over to the platforms, and he chose a pair of patent leather four inch thigh high boots. He then frowned, knowing these wouldn't work with the pants. He walked over to the pants, looking for another pair. He soon knew that he wouldn't get the look with just pants, so he started looking at skirts. He chose one that was nearly mid thigh, and it covered up enough so that you could see the boots and nothing else that might embarrass her.

She came out and he told her, "I changed my mind. Take off the pants."

She quickly did so, and he realized that he didn't pick out any panties.

"Ah, I forgot something." He quickly went over and picked out a pair of silk bikini cut panties and opened them up, so she could slip into them. She did as best she could, using him for balance. She smiled as he held the skirt out and helped her into it, making sure it was secure.

He smiled and whispered in her ear, "Sexy."

She blushed red. "No, I'm not, Sir."

He reached up and pulled her hair. "Second lesson: Whatever I say about you is true, and it is the only truth that you should need," he growled into her ear. "Now, put some socks on."

She walked over and picked out a black pair of socks and put them on, looking down. "I'm sorry, Sir. I will try not to do it again, Sir." She slid them on, and he watched her, his cock nearly jumping to full attention again at the sight of her in these clothes and knowing what she had yet to put on.

He smiled at her and took the boots out again. The boots were made of patent leather with straps instead of laces. As she slid her foot in, he helped straighten out the patent on her skin, and he smiled as he slowly buckled them up for her.

"Very, very sexy," he said, "very much worth getting you, pet. Very much."

He smiled as he started to grab the corset, and she lifted her arms. He put it around her ribs right under her breasts holding it in place, so she could feel it under the shirt.

She smiled. "Very nice, Sir. I am not worthy of this."

He smiled and nodded, "No slave will ever feel completely worthy though they are because they prove themselves to be." He then started tightening them to her very slowly, letting her feel the restraint it gave her. She let out sighs as each one was secured into place. He took her over to the mirror, and showed her how she looked.

She smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I have never felt so beautiful."

He smiled back and said, "You will, trust me. Before you reach the third collar, you will realize that you are the most beautiful creature that I have laid eyes on."

He then picked up the leash again and started too lead her to the front.

Spike was still standing there. He cleared his throat, and Caleb said, "How much?"

Spike shook his head. "For your patience, Sir, you will not have to pay."

He smiled. He always hated paying for slaves; he saw them as humans, not property. He lead her out into the street and to his motorcycle. He knew she was happy and he was too, as the sped off into the night