bakerstreet | A Master/Slave Meme

There's a schnick sound of a dog-collar being affixed to Mokou's throat. She gives a tug on it to lean forward, a fiendish look in her eyes. "Do you like my little toy?" she whispered in a low voice. "It's what I had to put up with all of those orders to get. I think you might find it's very... persuasive with unruly pets."

One might even call the experience... shocking if Mokou was thinking of being difficult.

Mokou leans in with the tugging of the collar (not her collar. she wouldn't give in that easily) and growls lightly. She's not quite furious yet, but she's pretty pissed off.

"Get. This. Off. Of. Me." She practically spits - with the temptation to literally spit at her whatever... at Chloe. She's still just Chloe, even like this.

This wasn't what Mokou had in mind at all when Chloe said she wanted to talk. The sinking feeling of falling for a trap was spreading through her mind pretty quickly, worryingly enough.

Her smile deepened and she shook her head. "You're going to have to earn your freedom back, and every time I have to ... punish you, your sentence gets longer," she breathed, grinning as the word 'punish' came with a very real shock that ran through the collar and into Mokou's body.

She'd asked that the voltage pattern itself to the target. She wanted Mokou to feel it. "Bark for me."

Mokou flinches at the electric shock, snarling at the pain and somehow managing to gasp in surprise at the same time. Or right after. She isn't sure. She's too focused on the order she just got.

"Fuck that, and fuck you." Her answer probably isn't unexpected, but she sure as hell didn't expect to get another shock as soon as she denied the request. Her body froze up and her hands - after the initial 'shock' wore off - shot up to her neck.

It didn't take a genius to work out the connection. Which is a good job for Mokou, really.

"W-What the hell do you think you're--" Another shock cuts her off and her hands seize up while she squeals.

"You should know... I asked him to let me stop aging, until you learned to obey at least," she lied, grinning down at her and tugging her closer, tongue running along her lips. He had done no such thing, but Mokou didn't know that. "And if this is any sign, you may ensure that I live forever."

She giggled and leaned in to whisper softly. "Bark... like the good little doggy you are, and I might give you a treat."

"No w--f-fuck!!" A harsher shock than before runs through her body almost before she had even denied that request, but there was no way in hell she would fulfil it. No. Fucking. Way. She dropped to onto all fours, propping herself up on her hands and knees and glaring at Chloe.

Ironically enough it was the perfect position for a dog to take up. Irony that isn't lost on Mokou and only makes her more angry.

"Wh-What kind of treat?!"

She's hoping it's not something Chloe would like. But she's hoping it's not something like a dog treat. She wouldn't put it past someone like Chloe, though. She can practically hear the ex-assassin crowing about 'helping' her 'eat regular meals' or something.

But it looks like she is denying the request again. Another shock rushes through her and seconds later she's face down on the floor, coughing away with her backside in the air.

"J--Stop the fucking collar and answer me!"

"It's reacting to you," she said, giggling. She didn't get down on her knees, watching the woman from above and gently planting her boot on top of Mokou's back. She had a wicked, exultant look while she was watching, tugging at it to pry the immortal's head off of the floor and force her to look up and see her standing over her.

"You're the one hurting yourself by resisting so much. And, no... I won't be telling you what treat you get. The master buys their treats for the puppy, but they don't let the puppy choose, do they... princess?"

She reached down and patted her once on the head. "Be a good girl... and bark for me."

Princess? Was she fucking insane? Mokou should just punch her fuckin' stupid God damn basta--

"Wo--woof..." The quietest, cutest bark. "Woof..."

She didn't want the pain of another electric shock; she wants Chloe's boot off of her back, she really doesn't want to be patted on the head again but she doesn't... really doesn't want to be called something like that. That last part especially had sent a cold rush of... some kind of emotion to her stomach. And a tingling feeling of anger all through her mind.

Needless to say, though, her face was scarlet already.

"Goood girl. Oh, isn't that precious? You're just like my own little poodle. I should get your hair done," she said, reaching her fingers back as she leaned over to scratch at Mokou's ear. "Now sit up, and I'll get you your treat."

Her tone was exactly tailored to the same she might have used if she was speaking to a dog in the middle of training. Of course, as she reached her other hand over, winding the leash around her wrist one extra time, the sound of a zipper being pulled down could be heard.

"I should rename my little poodle, shouldn't I?"

That's one order that Mokou is glad to obey. Not that the urge to disobey out of principle wasn't there, but being in the position she was seems far too submissive. She sits back, on her butt with her legs crossed. Not like a dog at all.

"That depends... what sort of name were you planning on giving it."

She really isn't going to say 'me'. She isn't Chloe's dog and she sure as hell isn't a poodle. For one thing, poodles don't blush like crazy when they're being given commands.

And no, she isn't going to look for the noise of that zip. She's very much in denial about a lot of things right now.

"Snuggles. I think I will name you snuggles," she said, stepping up as she carefully slipped her pants down, looking at Mokou, hand gripping her hair. "Would snuggles like her treat now? Yes, I think snuggles would love her treat now. Go on... have a taste."

...denial isn't going to go much longer, Mokou.

"You have got to be ki--" And the shock gets her again. She knew it was coming but her body is ready to go limp and Chloe has a hold of her hair. Her head falls down but doesn't reach the ground. Not that she cares about the pain in her head; it's nothing compared to what she thought would be 'just' a shock. It winds up hurting a lot more than she expected, what with her head being held up by her hair, but Mokou really doesn't want to take that treat.

"G-Ghhaa... Go fu-fuck yourself!" She barked out (ironically enough) "AN--AHN! And my na-na-name is Mokou!"

"No. Puppy's lost the right to have any name but snuggles. When the puppy's earned the right back, I might call it something else." She winced a little at the small sparks that crossed over into her fingers but chuckled. She leaned her crotch right up in front of the immortal, smiling as she purred down at her, trying to press Mokou's face up in front of the heat of her sex.

"And I will be doing no such thing. When you are done being stubborn, you're going to have a taste, and then you're going to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck you."

"F-Fuccck you!!" Mokou growled, her body still being ravaged by the electricity. She turned her face away as best she could, rubbing her cheek against Chloe's crotch as a result while she whimpered pathetically, another shock running through her body. "I-I'll nev--fuck!-- I'll never ask you for that!"

It infuriated her. All of this. The way that Chloe was talking to her like she was a real pet, like she was a toy to be messed with, like she was her's. When she was done being stubborn? This wasn't about being stubborn! She was going to have a taste? Like hell! She was going to beg to be fucked? Not in a million years.

Those thoughts were getting harder to hold onto, though. Electricity seemed to be effective at tensing up her body, but if it kept up then her inhibitions might be loosened. Not like she'd have much of a choice, soon enough.

At least she could always bite her tongue off and bleed to death.

"P--Put it off! The-- The collar is-- stop, dammit!!" Chloe was bound to love the desperate tone in her voice, and she'd probably enjoy the genuine fear and agony she could hear along with it.

Unfortunately for Mokou, Chloe was watching for attempts to bite her tongue off. The girl was an immortal, after all, and she half expected her to try some fool like that just to get away from her. Stopping her from doing it might prove hard, but she was definitely wary of her toy breaking herself early.

"Not until the puppy's begging properly. Go on, let's start simple," she said in the most syrupy and vile voice she could manage, offering her right hand palm up. She sneered at Mokou and giggled.

"Paw. Give me your paw."

Paw? If she gave her paw -- her hand, she scolded herself - to Chloe then the collar wouldn't shock her, right? She could do that much, at least. Ignoring Chloe's teasing voice as best she could, Mokou lets her thoughts rage a battle inside her head.

Start simple? Beg? She wasn't going to... she wasn't a fucking puppy!

But every new spark from the collar was just adding to her pain. And it was just a paw.

Yeah. That was fine. It was just a paw. Hand.

"F-Fine!" She reaches out, grasping Chloe's hand tight and squeezing from the pain. "I did it, stop the colla--"

Oh, did it stop? It stopped? Mokou stays put with her hand in Chloe's, her body limp on the floor and her breathing extremely ragged.

"Good girl," she said, shaking the hand like you would a puppy's. Then she released it and held out her other hand, switching that one to scratch behind Mokou's hear. She could hear the way that the girl's breathing was ragged.

"Now, give me your other paw," she said, looking down to see if the pain had gotten to Mokou enough to make her reaction time faster, wanting to avoid more pain. If so, it would be time to up the ante a little.

"Alright, I'm behaving so you can take this collar off already. " She gritted her teeth in annoyance, shaking it from side to side. She didn't know how much more she could stand, and that was what she thought before Chloe was scratching behind her ear. She let out a little sigh of... something. Pleasure. Rage? An indignant mix of both?

It was both. And she hated it.

"Gnhh... no..." That was enough. Enough of a request to make her go back to square one and enough to make her start growling in pain all over again. "F-Fuck you, Chloe!"

She was trying to yank her other paw. Hand. Away from Chloe's humiliating control.

Electricity ran through her body. The collar was designed to carefully avoid lethal shocks, but in the end it was also meant to continue the pressure on its target. And, as she'd warned... it wasn't coming off until she properly learned. She was giggling at her.

"Other paw," she said with all the placating and humiliating patience of someone legitimately training a dog. Her other hand reached back and plucked out a dog treat. "Don't you want your treat?"

...yes, Mokou, your treat is a milkbone.

Humiliating was an understatement. Mokou was actually hoping that the electricity would eventually kill her - unaware of the fact that it would never happen. The giggling and Chloe's tone of voice went straight through Mokou's mind. She'd be gritting her teeth until they shattered if such a thing was possible but, even if that was possible, she couldn't grit her teeth at all. Her mouth lay open like she was a dog.

She looked up at Chloe pathetically, her eyes starting to moisten with tears and but lacking absolutely no malice.

"Hnnn-- N-No!" She reached out despite her words, seizing Chloe's hand like it was a lifeline, her body shaking as though she needed physical and emotional support. "I... I don't want the treat, dammit!"

"Of course you do," she said, shaking her hand as the power seemed to switch off. She broke the biscuit in half and practically shoved it into Mokou's mouth, grinning at her and leaning forward with a hellish look in those eyes.

"Now chew it up and swallow like a good doggy. Tell me how good it is by giving a nice, little yip, and I'll give you the rest."

This close, the faint aroma of Chloe's arousal would be apparent. She... was getting off on this, Mokou.

She was doing her best to ignore the smell coming from Chloe. Her very best. She already knew the pervert would be enjoying this a whole, whole lot so she needed no reminders.

"You..." Her mouth was full of dog biscuit and it tasted awful. She grimaced at the taste and decided it wasn't worth keeping it there while she struggled to speak. That was like willingly making herself look pathetic.

So she spat it on the floor, still in one piece. Well. The piece it had been broken up into.

Spit, SHOCK

"Tut tut," she said, waggling her finger and reaching down to pick up the dog biscuit while the shocks started to fade. "Good little doggies don't waste food. There are starving Chow Chows in China that would love to have a biscuit. Eat it."

And she offered it in her hand, clearly expecting for Mokou to eat it right out of her hand.

Grr.... FINE! She bites down on Chloe's hand forcefully, hoping to take a finger or something with her, but that's hard to do with a repeated current running through her body from the neck outwards. Just swallowing the biscuit was a chore, thanks to the pain she had been left in.

At least she hadn't chewed it. Swallowing it whole was the only way to do it.

And no way in hell was she going to yip or yap or bark or woof.

"Now, cuddles. Speak," she said, holding up a finger in front of Mokou as she wrenched her hand free and chuckled. She was leaning forward, right in her face. "You do know how to speak, don't you dog?"

The sopping wet hand ran across her pants before disappearing into a satchel at her waist. She had that wicked look in her eyes again. Was that the jingle of a harness?

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ahem - if you're watching this, it's about to get kinky.

Oh my :O

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