his pets

10. true beauty

As the evening approached, Christopher called her into the living room. "It's time for you to truly learn your place," he said, his voice firm yet gentle.
He held out a thick leather collar that had the words 'Property of Master' imprinted on it.
She took it in her trembling hands, her heart racing.
Lily looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. He stepped closer, his hand cupping her chin, tilting her head back.
"You're mine," he whispered, his breath warm on her face. "You exist to serve me, to please me."
His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Yes, Master."
He fastened the collar around her neck, the leather cool and firm against her skin. It was a symbol of her submission, a constant reminder of her place in their dynamic. As the lock clicked into place, she felt a strange sense of belonging, a feeling she had never experienced before.
It was as if she had been waiting for this moment, for someone to claim her so completely.
Christopher took a step back, his eyes raking over her. "Now, you truly are my doll," he said, his voice thick with desire. Lily felt a thrill at his words, her body responding to the weight of the collar, the promise of what was to come.

He led her to the center of the room, where a series of velvet cushions and silk scarves lay arranged. "Tonight, I will show you more of the art of submission," he said, his tone low and commanding. "You will learn to trust me implicitly, to give yourself over to me without hesitation."
Lily's heart hammered in her chest as she knelt before him, the plush cushion beneath her knees offering some comfort. She knew this was the moment she had been waiting for, the moment where their roles would be forever cemented.
She felt a strange mix of anxiety and excitement, but above all, she felt ready.

Christopher picked up a scarf, the silk sliding through his fingers like water. He approached her slowly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Close your eyes," he instructed, his voice a gentle caress. Lily obeyed, her breath catching in her throat as she felt the cool fabric brush against her skin.
He began to tie the scarf around her eyes, the knot firm but not tight. The sudden darkness heightened her other senses, making the sound of his breathing, the scent of his cologne, the heat of his body all the more intense.
Lily's heart raced as she felt the fabric of the scarf, soft and luxurious, cutting off her sight. She was completely at his mercy, and she liked it.
Christopher's hands were gentle as they explored her body, tracing patterns on her skin that made her shiver. His touch was like a brand, marking her as his, claiming her in a way that she had never been claimed before. She could feel his breath against her neck, his lips just a whisper away from her skin.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. His fingers found her breasts, cupping them gently before his thumbs began to tease her nipples. Lily gasped, her body arching into his touch. The fabric of the scarf was the only thing separating her from the world, and yet she felt more exposed than she ever had in her life.
"Your beauty is not just skin deep," Christopher continued, his voice a low, hypnotic purr. "It's in your submission, your willingness to please me. It's what makes you truly irresistible."

Lily felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a heat that had nothing to do with the gentle strokes of his hands.
She had never felt so appreciated, so desired. She knew that in this apartment, in this life he had crafted for her, she was more than just a pretty face or a good writer. She was his muse, his servant, his lover. And she reveled in every aspect of it.

Christopher's fingers moved down her torso, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips.
He whispered words of praise and encouragement, each one sinking deeper into her soul. The scarf across her eyes was like a veil, obscuring the world outside and focusing her on the sensations he was creating within her.

With a flick of his wrist, he released the scarf, allowing her to blink in the soft light of the candles he had lit around the room. "Stand up," he said, his voice firm. Lily did as she was told, her legs wobbly from the intensity of his touch. He led her to a large walk-in closet, filled with clothes that she had never seen before.
"These are for you," he said, gesturing to a rack of lingerie and outfits.
"Each one has been chosen with care, to accentuate your beauty and highlight your role as my doll." He handed her a delicate lace teddy, the fabric so fine it was almost transparent.
She took it, her cheeks flushing with excitement and a hint of embarrassment.
"Now, I want you to put this on," Christopher instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. "And remember, your job is to serve me, to be the perfect vision of obedience and desire." He watched as she slipped into the garment, her movements clumsy yet eager.
The sight of her in his clothing, adhering to his wishes, filled him with a thrilling sense of power.

As Lily dressed, she could feel the binaural beats pulsing through her mind, their rhythm syncing with her heartbeat. They had become a part of her, whispering instructions and filling her thoughts with images of pleasing her Master.
The hypnosis was complete, and she was his. She didn't question why she felt this way; she just knew that it was right.

When she finally finished putting the teddy on, Christopher's eyes lit up with satisfaction. She was a vision in the lace, her curves hugged by the intricate patterns that played peekaboo with her skin. He had chosen well, and she knew it. The collar around her neck, a stark contrast against the soft fabric, was a constant reminder of her commitment to him.
"Turn around," he said, his voice thick with anticipation. Lily complied, feeling his gaze on her like a physical caress. She knew she was pleasing him, and it brought a thrill to her core. "Good girl," he murmured when she had completed the full rotation. "You're learning so quickly."

Christopher stepped closer, his hand reaching for the collar at her throat. He flicked it gently, the metal tag chiming against the leather. "From now on, if I'm not here to dress you, you will remain as you are," he informed her, his voice firm and unyielding. "Naked, vulnerable, and ready to serve."
Lily felt a jolt of excitement at his words, the implications of his command resonating deep within her. It was a stark reminder of her new reality, one where she was fully exposed to his will. She nodded, her voice a soft murmur of acceptance. "Yes, Master."

Christopher's hand lingered on the collar for a moment longer before he stepped back, giving her space to breathe.
"Now, I need to go out for a few hours," he said, his gaze lingering on her exposed form.
"When I return, I expect you to have dinner ready. And remember, your attire for the evening is my decision."

With that, he turned and left the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. Lily stood in the middle of the room, her heart racing, the collar a stark reminder of her newfound reality. She felt a strange thrill at the thought of being so vulnerable, so utterly at his mercy. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she found it oddly exhilarating.