𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁

scarlett closes her eyes, focusing on cleaning the foot. making sure to lick up from the base of her ankle, all the way to the toes.

feeling trapped as usual, scarlett nods and obeys her mistress, bending down and starting to kiss, and lick her foot.

doing her best to clean it without gagging.

scarlett came closer as she was told, but pulls back a little as she takes her boots off and suggest cleaning her feet.

but… she knows what happens now if she disobeys.

“y-yes mistress.”

she leans back in and gets to work.

slowly, and hesitantly scarlett crawls over to her mistress.

here she comes..

“Nnhhh!~”

She screams against the gag, she tries to force her head away as she’s now forced to watch The Mistress walk behind her with the clippers.

Scarlett knows she shouldn’t but she closes her eyes.

No no no!

She tried to fight back but it wasn’t any use, Scarlett was now locked into the chair right.

Her head shakes again, tears in her eyes. Please not her hair!

“Mmh!”

—dare someone do this to her?

Wait.. branding? No.. First her hair and then that?

Scarlett whimpers and yelps as she’s kicked in the crotch, making her stumble forward, closer to the chair and now being dragged by the hair she can’t resist.

If she did, a chunk of her hair would be gone..

“‘mmmh!~”

However it won’t stop her from being vocal, she can’t stand for this, how—

—muffled, nobody aside The Mistress can hear her.

“Mmmh mmmh mm!~”

Scarlett shivers hearing that she was looking forward to her resistance, however as her path is diverted from the saddle her eyes widen.

Do it… anyways?

No no no!

She sees the chair and begins to struggle once again, whimpering and screaming against the gag, however she was so incredibly—

Surely she wouldn’t shave her head right…?

Scarlett didn’t want to take that chance so with a reluctant and defeated whimper she begins to move towards the saddle.

This is it, she’s going to break, she knows it.

—tied down to that.

Her head shakes aggressively as she pulls back, she doesn’t want to get on it, acting like a disobedient pet.

“Mmmhhh!~”

Scarlett struggles and whimpers before whining and screaming as The Mistress steps on her, she can’t speak, she can’t fight back, this is truly it.

She tries to pull away as she’s led to the sybian, anything but that please…

She knows she can’t last no matter what, let alone lasting a few days—

If she needs anything else to grind on…

—was unable to object now and her ability to fight back was now even more incredibly limited. All she can do is shake her head and try to speak through the gag.

“Mmmmmh!~”

—and forced to watch in horror as the mitts are forced on her hands, losing her hands and her voice now. Already she looks like a pet, or something out of ABDL, a soft spot of hers.. She.. likes it yet still won’t accept it. She looks like a perfect pet already… gagged, mitts… short hair…

She—

“Y-Yeah I.. Hey!”

Scarlett struggled against the woman straddling her but it was all futile, easily overpowered and barely able to move. She’s forced to watch in horror as the metal gag goes over her lips, feeling it get bolted on.

No no no!

She still tries to struggle but again, all futile—

—pounding, as realization sets in slightly, she messed up.

“I- I’m different, that won’t be me. You won’t break me, I can promise you that.”

Scarlett whimpers again as she’s slapped.

“T-That’s right, I won’t break I…”

Her voice trails off as she watches the woman get up and leave her sight, the chain to the floor prevented her from turning her head all that much.

All she can do is listen to her as she prepares, her heart—

—won’t admit it, her body wants this, it loves this, she wants it deep down but her mind won’t accept it.

“Ah!”

Scarlett whimpered as she was slapped, a red mark was now left on her cheek… She looks up at The Mistress, defiant.

“I… won’t- let you…”

She mumbles. Surely this will only end poorly. There goes any chance at autonomy after this, if she does break that is. Which she likely will, she—

Scarlett was shivering as The Mistress began to suggest more ideas, unable to break eye contact now, something about her… It was hypnotic.

“N-No… I wouldn’t let you break me..”

—of her old life she can have..

“Please…”

Scarlett then yelped as she felt the lash to her arm, whimpering and reluctantly opening her mouth for the crop.

“mnnnnh~”

Now she’s starting to give, the promise of occasional “posing” as her… Old Self… Helped ease her worry, but only slightly. Now she knows there will be some—

—not used to.

Scarlett huffs as the crop is rolled around in her wetness, pulling her lips back as The Mistress puts it to her lips.

“P-Please, let me keep what I have..~”

She begged quietly, shivering as her arms began to ache now from being on her hands and knees for this long. This is a position she is—

—her mind. She still wants her subs, her life, her soul…

“I….”

Scarlett whimpers as she taps her pussy with the riding crop, her wetness left on it… She’s wet? That can’t be…

The Queenpin shivers as The Mistress speaks, claiming her own subs, and her, claiming her soul…

“B-But…”

Still so very hesitant to give in and accept The Mistress into—

—she isn’t a pet, she’s an owner.

but…