The Golden Tether

Chapter 1: The Trainer

The Golden Tether was a beacon of hedonism, nestled into a sunny tropical island, adrift in the warm waters of the Pacific. The establishment was famous for several reasons and a favourite stop for travelers for the same reason: The Golden Tether was a slaver's paradise. These were no mere slaves, however. The Golden Tether traded in only the best mannered and most eager pets who took to their owners with fervour. There was no suffering, no force, only indulgence. There were different kinds of slaves for different purposes, such as working, serving, guarding, for art's sake, or more likely for pleasure's sake. Gilded cages kept them on display, spread throughout a lavish harem with velvet and satin everywhere. Patrons usually lazed about on soft couches and bundles of throw pillows, drink in hand and conversation flowing, all while the pets show off their skills or beauty.

The Golden Tether was a formidable castle-mansion carved into the side of a volcano that still managed to emanate gentle warmth from deep within the earth. This, of course, made the hot springs bathing room a favourite. Alternatively, to cool off, the pool was formed by a natural spring that had cleaved the rocks into a crystal clear oasis at the back of the castle gardens. The docks were always buzzing with sailors and traders and other visitors, making The Golden Tether a very lucrative location and drawing in the most rich and elite to come indulge in their fantasies, or see to their business affairs. Some of the wings of the establishment were reserved for residents or staff, others were for private rental to customers wanting to make their wildest fantasies come true. The people of the island always did say: what happens at The Golden Tether, stays at The Golden Tether.

Freen had dedicated her whole adult life to mastering her craft of training. Coming from a rather broken background, Freen found early on that she had a knack for manipulating and influencing others. As she got older, her subtle ways of controlling people grew more authoritative, even dominant. It was for these reasons that Freen was one of the most revered and sought after trainers at the Tether and had made a small fortune by trading new pets. Her speciality was pleasure.

Freen had trained a lot of pleasure pets throughout the better part of about a decade and had sold them to some of the most influential people to ever cross their threshold. Her pets live all over the world in the best houses and under the best conditions, serving their masters and mistresses with glee. And yet everyone knew that the reason Freen's pets were so desirable was because their sexual capabilities came from Freen being intimate with them herself. Freen's sexual prowess was legendary and she had no shortage of suitors, yet she was happy living a life focused on herself. Her trainees gave her enough attention and intimacy to keep her sated and she needed nothing more than that. She never found herself wanting.

It was with this satisfied feeling that Freen found herself lounging in a comfy chair by a coffee table within the bar and eatery section that looked out over the main courtyard that housed the cages. Nursing a glass of wine, she stretched her legs out and flicked some dust from her smooth black pants. On top she wore a large white dress shirt with the top buttons undone. Her black hair was strewn over her back and shoulders, while delicate gold jewellery emphasised the beauty of her olive skin. Next to her, seated quietly on the carpet on folded knees, was a young woman, small in stature, dressed in blue and purple whisps of clothing and looking as beautiful as a painted picture. Her hands rested politely, palms up, on her knees while her youthful face was tilted slightly downward. Her long dark hair fell to the one side of her head, allowing sight of her sparkling dark eyes, from the other side, as they remained focused on a random spot on the floor.

She was perfect. Freen had trained her.

"Good girl, Marissa." Freen smiled down at her and briefly touched the pet's head in a gesture of approval. Marissa smiled broadly and straightened her back with pride. She was ready to go to her new home. It didn't take too long before they were approached by an elegant Asian woman with a delicate bone structure, yet still moved like a feline. Marissa's eyes snapped back to the floor while Freen rose to greet the other woman.