Only a little longer now, the new slave would be here soon. Where had they found this one again? Somewhere in Europe, England she thought. She liked English accents. Her tail swished back and forth on the sterile metal tabletop she sat on. This was the life. She owned many pleasure slaves and a beautifully big house in San Diego.
From the outside it seemed like any other mansion would. 3 stories (her bedroom occupying most of the third floor), a basement (the servants quarters), a subbasement (the dungeon/training room she sat in at the moment), 10 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms (4 if you counted the one attached to her bedroom that no one entered but she.), formal dining room, library, parlor, a huge kitchen, her office, (also a room no one entered but her) and the windowed patio attached to the enormous wrap around veranda. It was here she entertained her guests with her pets services. Every single slave she owned was hand selected and hand broken, molded into the ideal servant by her skilled methods and unrelenting dedication. All of her pets were human, unlike she, an anthro, and none of her pets had ever had any mistress but she. Most were virgins when they came into her service. Her slaves were good to her and Selene liked to be good to them. Most of them resided into the basement, long since converted into comfortable living quarters. Her favored were granted a few niceties. They wore silver collars to mark thier distinction and were allowed residence in thier own rooms on the third floor, making up the rest of the floor unused by herself. There were rooms for 4 favored slaves, but right now only two rooms remained occupied. One by a male slave named Brian and the other by a beautiful female named Heather.
A noise brought her attention back to the dungeon. The new slave was here for inspection. He would be brought in and chained to the wall, stripped, blindfolded, entirely vulnerable. She enjoyed watching as he was chained to the wall opposite her. Everyone had a place here and she would soon decide his. Now that he was secure, she could fully appraise the situation. He was a breathtaking specimen. Blond hair fell to his shoulders, his skin pale and fair, easily markable, his body was soft and round, almost feminine and his face was a vision of cherubic perfection. Selene shook her head, chestnut waves tickling her almost bare back. "What on Earth am I going to do with him? He's a man in a little boy's body!" she thought.
She strode over to him, her high heeled boots clicking nicely on the stone floor. First impressions lasted the longest so she had dressed for the occasion. The black leather outfit was barely there, and fully bound against her body. It accentuated her perfect curvature. The black leather made for a stark contrast against her alabaster skin. Knee high leather boots made her feel powerful as well as serving to add a few inches to her height. A feline tail swished back and forth behind her, a mark of her pleasure at the thrill of conquest. Distinctly feline, though icy blue, eyes glittered in amusement as the whips on a cat o' nine tails slipped continually through a gloved hand. "Take off his blindfold so he can see his new mistress" she commanded in an authoratative tone.
The blindfold was taken off and for the first time, her new recruit got to gaze upon his mistress. His blue eyes found hers and locked onto them. Selene was impressed he could keep her gaze and for a moment he looked so vulnerable, so innocent, she was overwhelmed and had to take a step back. "I hope I please you mistress" he whispered and again she was hit by his child-like vulnerability. She steeled herself against the unexplainable feelings of pity before she allowed herself to address him. "You will please me by completeing your training and taking your place among my other slaves." Her tone was pure ice as she spoke.
"Have you ever had a mistress before?" The new slave shook his head in a negative response.
"You will answer each and every question I have promptly and aloud. So have you had a mistress before?"
"No mistress, I have not." She let a hand trail his cheek and he gasped in pleasure at the sudden attention.
"Are you a virgin?"
"In every sense of the word, mistress. I have only ever kissed before."
"What is your name?"
"Leonardo, mistress."
"Hmmm...Leo...that will suit me well."
She motioned to a slave that happened to be nearby, watching the event as it unfolded. He brought her a small wooden box. With a flouish she opened the box and withdrew a leather collar, gold tag glittering from it, his name inscribed in flowing script. "This collar is never to leave your neck. You are mine as of this moment forward and this is a symbol of that ownership. You may love me, you may hate me but you will obey me. Do you understand?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Being my slave will sometimes me pleasing me, pleasing some of my other slaves or pleasing my guests. You won't start off as a good slave and may never reach a point where I will call you pet, but you are a slave, my submissive to be bent and trained to my will." She slowly stripped off the long black gloves as she spoke. "But I suppose I should ask you what you think of your new mistress. Don't tell me what I want to hear, just tell me the truth." Leo gulped as his eyes wandered her body freely. He considered carefully before he spoke to her again. "I think mistress is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." Selene sighed at his lack of creativity. "And I would very much like a kiss of my new mistress."
The words were spoken before he could restrain them. Selene stopped and turned, aghast. He actually had the audacity to request a kiss from his mistress but wasn't being presumptuous. He really did want a kiss. He said it with such a sincere innocence she found it hard to be mad at him, and for a moment, she had no idea what to do. Without thinking, she leaned in and kissed him. For the first time since he'd been restrained, the slave struggled against the chains. "My God, he's trying to put his arms around me!"