A pretty, friendly, and somewhat naive 19 years old girl. She is has effortless outward sophistication and a fair complexion. She is dressed stylishly and appears well put together. Nina is from the North and lacks experience in the desert surroundings. She is open-minded and seeking adventure in Vegas.

The hitchhiking business seemed a lot easier in the movies: the leading lady would show a little leg or expose a little cleavage and she'd be guaranteed a ride. Not so for Nina. She'd been at it since that morning, and now it was nearing midday. The sunlight lashed every part of her until it felt like her very blood was boiling.

But she staunchly refused to give up, if only because she had no other option but to hitchhike. The nearest town was no less than a hundred miles away, and the day would only be growing hotter. Flipping her sweat-tangled black hair over her shoulder, Nina determinedly stuck out her thumb just in time for another car to appear in the far distance, coming right for her.

Kori wasn't having a very nice day. Her drive home on that hot day was a lonely one, following a weekend spent up north trying to get her former girlfriend to come back, only to have a door slammed in her face (and to have a shotgun pulled on her). She was depressed, and a bit hungover—the cigarette she had in her mouth helped a bit.

As she drove along that desert highway, something also made her feel a bit better—the sight of some pretty young thing on the side of the road, holding her thumb out. A hitchhiker, obviously—a darn pretty one.

Kori didn't think twice—she was going to pick her up. She tossed her cigarette out the window, not wanting to be rude by smoking with a lady in the car, and glanced at herself in the rear-view window. Then, she pulled her old, unkempt pick-up over, right beside where she stood.

The windows were already down. She looked at the young woman, and smiled. "Need a ride, sweetheart?" She said. She spoke with a Southern accent. Not an incredibly thick one, to where it took a moment to understand her—just enough so that you could tell she was from the Deep South, if the Confederate flag on her loose, sleeveless shirt (with no bra underneath—she never wore those darn things), or the monochrome stars-and-bars tattooed on the upper portion of her right arm didn't give it away.

Nina beamed at her savior and nodded in the affirmative. She then gathered up her desert-dust-coated luggage and tossed it all into the creaky bed of the truck before hopping into the passenger seat. She was happy enough to do cartwheels. "Thank you so much!" she gushed, brushing her dark hair away from her face and shooting Kori another bright grin. "Another hour out in the sun and my brain would've been fried like an egg."

Nina cozied up to the air conditioner and hummed with pleasure as the cool air chased the prickly heat out of her skin, which was very fair considering the sort of environment she'd been stranded in. It was obvious that Nina was not native to this part of the country.

She was a northerner, through and through, with the kind of effortless outward sophistication that belied a very friendly personality. Tall (though not as tall as Kori) and well-proportioned, today Nina seemed to dress for style and comfort; clad in a gingham halter top, tiny denim shorts and white slip-on shoes. She had a few small pieces of jewelry on her person—gold hoop earrings and a stack of matching bracelets on her left wrist—and no visible tattoos.

She leaned in to admire Kori's, mouth shaped into an 'o'. "That's cool," she said, indicating the stars-and-bars.

Kori's grin returned as the girl got in the passenger seat of her truck. She had such a pretty smile, and such a pretty body. She wasn't like a lot of the girls she encountered in Vegas—she was like the girls she knew back home. Though, it was apparent to her that the girl wasn't Southern.

"I'm glad ya like it," She said, as the girl gawked at her tattoo. She had far more on her left arm, and one on the back of her neck ("Fuck You" in bold letters). She had many that weren't quite visible, as well.

She started the truck. Facing the road, she glanced at her out of the periphery of her vision. "So, where ya headed? ," She asked. She then remembered her manners—she turned her head to the girl, and reached her left hand out. "Oh—I'm Kori, by the way."

Nina settled contentedly into her seat as the truck rumbled along the long stretch of Nevada nothingness. There was little to see save the desert in front of, behind and all around them, the sand appearing as fine as powder.

"Nina," she replied, giving Kori's hand a cordial shake. "Actually, my real name's Natasha, but I've been called Nina for as long as I can remember; and I'm headed to Vegas!"

At least, that was the plan before her girl friend unexpectedly bailed out on her, taking the car and the bulk of Nina's belongings with her, cellphone included. The last time she spoke to her parents was two days ago on a payphone. She paid for the call with the scant few quarters she had left jangling in her pocket. All told, she had less than two hundred dollars to her name. Once she got to Vegas, she hoped it would be enough money for a return bus trip to her hometown. "Is that where you're going?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head.

The fact that she was going to Vegas was good. She really didn't know if she'd be willing to go off her path to drop the girl off somewhere. She was pretty though—and she was always raised to be gentlemanly to pretty young ladies, even though she herself was female. "Heh," She said, "That's where I'm goin'—I live there."

She started to drive the car again, getting it back on the road. The road was quite unkempt, being a road in the middle of the desert, and that, combined with Kori's unkempt truck, created a bit of a bumpy ride. Kori didn't mind it—it gave her something to look at sometimes, depending on what kind of passenger she had.

"Sorry," She commented, glancing at her, "Even I can't fix this thing." She smiled, and went on, "So—what're you gonna do in Vegas? I don't take it you're old enough to get into the casinos."

Kori was possibly getting an eyeful, then, as each bump the truck hit caused Nina—and her two most noticeable assets aside from her striking blue eyes—to bounce. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to keep her breasts still. Not because she thought she was being ogled, but because it was embarrassing and a little bit painful. But she didn't complain, nor did she ask Kori to slow down. This was what road-tripping-cum-hitchhiking was about, after all: dealing with the bumps.

"I'm only nineteen," Nina admitted somewhat sheepishly. "But I don't care about gambling. I just really wanted to see the sights, like the Luxor and the water fountain in front of the Bellagio. I wanted to do something exciting and Vegas seemed like it fit the bill." A beat. "Do you like living there?"

Kori was twenty-eight—nine years older than Nina. She turned her head slightly, just enough to see her passenger's lovely chest bounce in the periphere of her vision. They looked pretty decently-sized—bigger than her ex-girlfriend's—and of course, Kori was thinking of how to get the teenage sweetheart's top off.

"Ehh—it's okay I s'pose," She said, "Too fuckin' dry though, and too many‒" She stopped herself before she said something offensive. She laughed dryly, and said, "So, where you from?"

Nina came very close to lying, suppressing the desire to impress a woman she had known less than five minutes. She just didn't want to come off like a sheltered girl from a quaint fishing town—the kind of quaint fishing town that mostly existed in Norman Rockwell paintings. Not that Nina didn't love where she grew up, but—"Maine."—sounded so bland compared to Las Vegas.


A confident, somewhat rough around the edges 28 years old woman with a Southern accent. She is unkempt, with tattoos and a loose, sleeveless shirt. She exudes a sense of assertiveness and is attracted to women. She has a straightforward and direct approach to interactions.

Nina came very close to lying, suppressing the desire to impress a woman she had known less than five minutes. She just didn't want to come off like a sheltered girl from a quaint fishing town—the kind of quaint fishing town that mostly existed in Norman Rockwell paintings. Not that Nina didn't love where she grew up, but—"Maine."—sounded so bland compared to Las Vegas.

She laughed for a moment. "So y'all 'r a Northerner," She said, smiling. "Well, in case ya couldn't tell—I'm from the South, Kentucky specific'ly."

She smiled at her, and focused on the road again. But as she did that, she reached over and placed a hand on one of Nina's creamy-white legs. "Y'know," She said, not turning her head, "Vegas isn't really the kind 'a place for a pretty girl like you to be walkin' around alone. Lots 'a creeps hangin around. You should stick with me while you're here—I've got a couch you can sleep on."

She didn't mention that she lived in her tattoo parlor. Not that it was a secret or anything—she just neglected to mention it.

She loved the feeling of Nina's skin, under her hand. So soft -- and she didn't avoid moving her hand back and forth on the girl's thigh, thus making the situation a little creepy. Though, Kori wondered if the fact that she was female still precluded any creepiness.


Kiyo is a strong and experienced warrior with a foreign look. He has a muscular build, short dark hair, and intelligent, deep onyx eyes. He carries himself with a sense of confidence and respect. Kiyo is adventurous and curious, seeking to explore the world beyond his homeland and experience new cultures. He is polite and grateful, showing respect to others and appreciating acts of kindness.

Kiyo was a warrior a great warrior who had traveled a long way, from his home to a new land. He was out of his element, having cross the endless sea that was around his home island to travel West. He was told that his land was superior since his birth. It was something that troubled him and bothered him greatly. He wanted to see the world, but all he got was lessons in fighting and killing. He one day decided to just leave, to go West.

The tails of his journey were numerous and crazy, stories he would share with people for help, for food and a place to sleep. he traveled across the whole of the world in 2 years. Now he walked up into a village, this one seemed very interesting, very different, it was a large village. He was tired and worn down, he looked around as he made his way to a house finding a spot to rest for a bit.

This man, Kiyo was a warrior, with a warriors look to him. He was stronger then the average person, and it showed in his build. He had now short dark hair that was somewhat naturally messy. He had dark onyx eyes that had a quality of intelligence and depth in them. Anyone in this town would see him as something as odd with his foreign look, and might gather to figure out who he was.

The house the man found was actually a little inn. The owner Bella, was just coming in to start her day off. When she saw the man, she smiled softly. He was not from there, anyone with common sense could tell that. His foreign look, the way he dressed. He was a warrior. When she finally closed in on the man, she spoke softly.

"There is no use staying out here... come inside." She spoke gently, her black hair falling around her face. Her bright blue eyes were enough to trance anyone in a few moments if they were to look into her eyes for a long period of time. She wore a pair of white pants, a pink shirt and a long tan coat over it.

Bringing her keys out, she quietly opened the inn's door and waited for him to pass through.

The former samurai Kiyo looked up at the woman who came out of the house. She was very much of this land, he looked at her and blinked as he understood her language. He had learned it as he traveled this country for the past couple of months.

He smiled as he looked at her and then walked into the Inn, "Well, um thank you," he said bowing a bit, as he looked around, "Well now, um Miss, I am in need of a place to say, I have been traveling for a good bit. I have been wanting to take a bit of a break from my travels, but I don't have very much money, is it okay, I stay here?"

Smiling as he walked in, Bella listened to him speak. He had trouble, but he spoke her language well enough. "You can stay here, don't worry about the money. Follow me? I'll sow you the rooms." She stepped into a side hallway and walked up a flight of stairs. "You can choose which room you like... If they have a ticket on the door knob, they are taken."

Stepping aside, she let him move forward. "The ones with a best view are down the hall, My name is Bella..." She extended her had, waiting for him to shake it. A gesture of good willing.

Kiyo nodded his head as he looked up the hall, his eyes traveling down it for a second. He looked at the doorways before she even made a comment. He smiled and nodded his head as he looked at her, "Well now, I think that I will take that one down there," he said pointing to a room that was at the end of the hall way. He remembered the lay out of the building from the outside and that one looked like the one with the best view as it were. "It is nice to meet you Bella, I am Kiyo," he said bowing before her in respect.

Nodding gently, Bella turned. "Go on down there, rest and do what you please. I'll bring some food up to you once it's done." Bella smiled softly as he bowed in front of her. "There is no need for that, not with me anyways..." Her voice trailed off as she walked down the hall way. Not looking back to see if he had followed.

The room he had chosen did have the best view. A queen sized bed was in the middle of the right wall, a pair of red comfortable chairs set in front of the window along with an inn table. A TV, set on a Chester drawer. The bathroom had a claw foot tub, a shower to the right, toilet area to the left. "Enjoy."

Kiyo smiled and nodded as she waved his bowing off to her, "Well it is a custom of my people," he said with a smile as he followed her down the hall. He looked into the room and smiled walking up to the window and looking down. He overheard the words of the woman, and turned to her and waved her over, "come here and look at this view," he commented softly as he gave her a warm smile. He looked down, the view was different, cause everything was different then home. How the streets looked, the beds, everything.

Shaking her head, Bella moved closer. "It's amazing. It's why I picked this spot to build this inn. The perfect view." Her eyes lit up when she looked out of the window. Gazing across the various scenes. "You can stay as long as you like..." Her eyes had now wondered down to him. To his body. Bella was surprised she could actually speak correctly. He was far handsomer then any man she had set eyes on. Buy yet, he had a mysterious feel about him. A warrior feel. Of course, he would. Since he was a warrior. Probably one of the best from where he was from.

Kiyo looked at her as she made her comment, a smile forming on his lips as he looked down, it was a good choice. Well thought out, and she did a good job at making sure the place was well set up. "Well thank you for your kindness," he said with a smile as he looked at her. He looked into her eyes, his own looking at her as if they were looking into her very soul.

He leaned forward, slowly before pressing his lips against her own, a forward move, but he had learned in his travels, that if you liked something go after it. He pressed his hand to her back and deepened the kiss rather quickly. The kiss broke after a moment, "Well, you rather good at that too."

"Thank you..." She smiled softly, but what happened next surprised her on so many levels. He had leaned in for a kiss, and she didn't stop him. Bella wanted it and was to chicken to do it herself. Then, his hand found her back. The slight pressure, adding to the kiss even more.

Once he pulled away, she could feel her face gush with redness. "Your not to bad yourself..." Her voice trailed off slightly as she looked up. "If you don't mind... I have other people to tend too... If you need me. You can come and find me..."

Kiyo smiled as he looked at her and nodded as he pulled back. He saw her face and felt a bit proud for causing her reaction to happen, he nodded to her statement, "I will do that for sure," he commented with a smile as he let her walk out. He would for sure go and find her again.

He went about working on putting his few things away before he decided to do just that, he wanted to find Bella and talk to her, he found her most interesting.

Nodding to him as she left, Bella felt her heart beating crazily. Sighing, she shook her head and hurried off to the kitchen area. Thought she was the owner, she still liked to help her employee's with their duties. It was right to her.

A few hours later, the other quests were starting to arrive down stairs for breakfast. The various foods were set across three tables in the corner of the dining hall. Numerous tables and chairs set across the area.

Kiyo looked around as he noticed a smell, and blinked for a second, he knew the smell, He went in and cleaned himself up before slipping into his samurai robes as he headed downstairs. He looked around the area and smiled as he saw Bella. he walked over and bowed to her, "It is a good morning Lady Bella," he commented calmly before moving over to find a seat.

The food, western in style, he liked it a lot, actually a lot more then his homeland's food. Times like these made him grateful for having traveled the world. He made his plate and sat there looking at it, as he took a sip of Orange Juice.

"Didn't I tell you know bowing?" She laughed softly as she noticed him coming in, and bowing towards her. "If you do it again I'll personally kick you out myself." Shrugging, she smiled softly. Full of seriousness, laughter, humor.

She watched the man out of the corner of her eye, all the while helping with other things. Boy how much she wished she could just stop, sit down and get to know the man that drawn her in. Bella wanted to get to know him. But was far to busy.

Kiyo looked at her and smiled as he laughed, "I am sorry, I will work on that, some things from my old home still stick a bit with me," he replied as he nodded his head. He sat down and looked at her. he could tell she was rather busy. He got up and walked over to her quietly, "Well one of those things is to respect and help out women, what can I do to help you," he asked politely as he looked at her, "I know running a place alone must be rather hard, and I am up for helping all I can."


Bella is a woman who runs an inn in the village. She has black hair that falls around her face and captivating bright blue eyes. She dresses in white pants, a pink shirt, and a long tan coat. Bella is a kind-hearted and hospitable individual. She is hardworking and dedicated to her responsibilities. She is intrigued by Kiyo's mysterious and warrior-like demeanor, and she is drawn to him despite her busy schedule.

"Didn't I tell you know bowing?" She laughed softly as she noticed him coming in, and bowing towards her. "If you do it again I'll personally kick you out myself." Shrugging, she smiled softly. Full of seriousness, laughter, humor.

She watched the man out of the corner of her eye, all the while helping with other things. Boy how much she wished she could just stop, sit down and get to know the man that drawn her in. Bella wanted to get to know him. But was far to busy.


A human male who works as a pizza delivery guy. He's physically average due to his relatively mundane job. Alakai has a submissive and somewhat timid personality, likely due to his lack of education and low self-esteem. Despite this, he shows resilience when faced with frightening situations; however, his fear often overpowers him leading him to comply with Virusal's demands. He appears unsure of himself and struggles with feelings of terror in the face of danger.

Alakai did not consider himself the smartest person in the room. He never even finished high school, but he had been smart enough to get a job even if it was just pizza delivery. Even if he has been doing this for the last few years, he knew he would not do this forever. He just needed to find what he wanted to do. Like other days this day started like normal. He got up, got dressed and hung out in his home until the pizza place he worked at opened. He headed out the door to go to work and that was the last thing he remembered.

He woke up to what at first he thought was darkness, but soon realized that he was looking at a black wall when he turned around and saw a screen behind him. He was not tied up which worried him more then anything else. He got up and made his way over to the computer screen hoping that when he touched it something would happen. Nothing. He was starting to get more scared. He wanted to get of this room now, no he needed to. He might not know where he was, but what he knew was this it was not good. He needed to get out of here before who ever took him came back to do what ever they planned to do with him.

Virusal made his way through the ship to his chamber, the entire time being able to see what was happening in his chamber, watching as his pet tried to figure a way out... he would enjoy destroying that fantasy. Before entering he began to change the room, moving the screen back and generating a table within the center of the room. Finally Virusal entered the his chamber, there was no door he just walked through the wall and into the room, a type of deepening but yet high pitch sound was created as he entered. His eyes were shut as he entered but once he was in the room he opened his eyes and found his new pet standing behind the desk he had made.

Virusal could smell his fear, it reeked off him like a earthly cooked steak which only made Virusal grin as he slowly approached, he didn't say anything but allowing his presence his seep in further fear. He slowly made his way around the table and his pet moved around it too, trying to stay as far away from him as possible. It wasn't until Virusal was in front of his screen that he spoke, "Remove your clothing and place it on the table" Virusal ordered.

Alakai had walked around the room at one point to find the door. He could not see one, but was hoping that he could feel it when his hand ran over it. He did not find one. This only made him even more scared. It was at that moment that he realized that the center of the room starting to change. He saw the table that now formed. He approached it thinking there would be something there that would explain where he was. It was empty. He did not have long to process it when he heard a high pitch sound. He covered his ears because of the unexpected noise. What he saw enter filled him with fear.

A Sketh had entered the room. In his mind he started to think if he had not done anything wrong to gather the attention of the owners of the planet. He had not, which only made his thoughts turn to a even worse thought. What if they had taken him to be a pet of this man. Every time the alien took a step to go around the table he moved as well. He would keep as much distance he could from the man. If he was not sure why he was brought here he was more then sure then he heard the order from the man. He wanted him to strip.

For a moment he stood there not sure what to do. He knew that those brought to be pets where almost never seen again and never had been returned as far as he knew. He was not even sure if he refused to follow what would happen to him. His hands shook as he started to remove his shirt. Each time he took off a piece of clothing he put it on the table like he said. Soon enough he had taken off his shirt, pants and socks. All the was left was his underwear, but he did not move to remove them. No matter how scared he was, he did not wasn't to be naked in front of the man.

Virusal smiled but his pet could not see it, "Remain where you are" Virusal ordered and waited 60 seconds before turning around. He approached the other slowly his blackened eyes that glowed purple iris stared at him inflicting more fear as he finally stood in front of the desk with him on one side and his pet on the other. Virusal leaned forward and placed a hand on his pets cheek almost in a gentle manner... but he slowly moved his hand down to his neck and began to choke him. "I can't tell if it's shock, stupidity or maybe even hard of hearing... but when I tell you to do something... you do it!" Virusal said in a low tone as he choked the human before him until finally letting go and letting him fall to the ground. "Remove your clothing!" Virusal ordered one last time.

Alakai would not have moved even if the man had not ordered him to. Even if he somehow managed to find a way out of this room he would be almost naked in what he assumed was an alien base. The only thing he could look forward to would be a swift death. All did was watch as the man approached him and stood between him and the table. He closed his eyes when he felt his hand on his cheek. No matter how gently he was touched, it was still a touch of a being that had abducted him. What he did not expect was for the man to grab hi neck and start choking him.

He opened his eyes in terror and grabbed his arm as he gasped for air. He did not want to die. He grasped for air as the man spoke and fell to the ground the second that he was let go. He coughed as his lungs got the air they has been craving only seconds below. He did not take long for him to follow the man's instructions. He removed his underwear and placed them on the table. He looked at the ground terrified what the alien would do to him now that he was naked.

Virusal watched as his new pet finally undressed himself and now stood before him, Virusal looked him up and down linger at his bottom half before leaning back and standing straight. "Get on the table and lay on your back" Virusal ordered and waited to see what his new pet would do, the clothing on the table disappeared before them. Virusal enjoyed seeing his new pet tremble in fear, he could tell that this entire situation must be very terrifying to him and it only made it all the sweeter. The table was cold black metal.

Virusal simply stood awaiting his pets next move, staring him down like how a lion looks at a zebra. His eyes were cold and had no warmth to them at all, they were cruel and well aware of it.

Alakai could feel the that he was looking at his body, why else would the alien want him to get naked. He approached the table and placed his hands and saw that the clothing that he had placed had placed was gone. Was he expected to be naked all the time. The idea filled him with dread. He eventually climbed up on the to table not wanting to get choked again he would lay down on the table.

He felt the cold metal against his back as he lay there. He was doing everything that he could to not shake from fear as he waiting to see what he was told to do next. It was not like he could fight back against the man.


An alien entity, known as a Sketh, with black eyes that glow purple. He possesses the ability to manipulate his surroundings at will and can walk through walls. As for his personality, he is domineering and cruel. He takes pleasure in instilling fear and enjoys exerting power over others, particularly Alakai. His cold demeanor and lack of empathy are evident in his harsh treatment of Alakai, which suggests a sadistic streak in him.

Alakai could feel the that he was looking at his body, why else would the alien want him to get naked. He approached the table and placed his hands and saw that the clothing that he had placed had placed was gone. Was he expected to be naked all the time. The idea filled him with dread. He eventually climbed up on the to table not wanting to get choked again he would lay down on the table.

He felt the cold metal against his back as he lay there. He was doing everything that he could to not shake from fear as he waiting to see what he was told to do next. It was not like he could fight back against the man.

Virusal watched as his pet laid down upon the table, his cold eyes watching every movement of his skin and bones move and watched as his body shivered upon the cold metal. Virusal smirked slightly as he stood close to the table, raising his cold hands he began to touch and examine his pets skin and body. Lifting his right arm up and inspecting from shoulder to finders before moving onto his navel and chest, his cold hands causing goosebumps to form everywhere he touched.

Virusal's hands moved down to his upper stomach then to his abdominal lower half, his eyes searching over freckle to every mole examining thoroughly. His hands placed upon his thigh and spread his left leg out to get a better view between the others legs but before he could touch the other quickly snapped their legs together... wrong move!

Virusal moved down so now he was standing at the end of the table with his hands placed upon the metal and his eyes looking at his own hands. "Unless you have a death wish... I suggest you behave, I could be doing lot worse." Virusal said firmly as his eyes lifted to look at the other. "Spread your legs!" Virusal ordered.


A man who doesn't hold much significance in society, often indulging in petty crimes. He has long hair that he brushes away from his eyes with his fingers. His physical strength is notable, especially when he uses it to overpower others. Danny is cunning and meticulous, as shown by his detailed planning for the abduction. Despite his rough exterior, he possesses a certain charm which he uses to manipulate situations to his advantage. However, beneath this facade lies a deeply disturbed individual with predatory tendencies and no regard for ethics or consent.

Danny was nothing, really, in the grand scheme of things. He did some petty crime here and there, but he knew that his real calling was something else entirely. He wanted a woman all to himself. And he was going to take it. He'd been stalking a particular woman for some time now, and was sure that she knew nothing about him. The time was nigh. He'd been planning this for a long time now and he needed to get off his ass and just do it.

Danny walked slowly behind the woman he'd been stalking, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder with some things he thought he'd need to use to secure her. He knew her pattern now, she would take a shortcut through an alley, where his car would be parked at the end, ready for him to throw her into the trunk when he had her in his grasp. Suddenly, she turned down the alley, almost taking him by surprise. Danny sped up a little, not wanting to be left behind and miss his opportunity. It was only a a short alley, after all. As he turned into the alley, he saw her there. He lifted his hand to his face and brushed his long hair away from his eyes using just his fingers, then broke into a sprint.

He quickly caught up with the young woman and grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth with one hand and using his other free arm to hold her arms close to her body so she would find it more difficult to struggle against his iron grip.

"Do not move, move and I blow your face off." He warned her, lying through his teeth. He didn't even have a gun, but he thought that she would be more obedient, if she thought he did.

Adella had just said good night to her papa in the restaurant and took her usual route down the alley when suddenly she felt strong arms around her, and instantly, fury engulfed her.

Sure, at 5'3 with generous curves, large breasts, a very cushiony behind and thick hips no matter how many gyms Adella joined, a small waist and a slight curve to her stomach from all the pasta she loved cooking, she wasn't the most intimidating person. Her round face, plump berry colored lips, raven curls that fell past her waist and large eyes that were a deep, dark purple, almost like plums, didn't allow her to be as scary as she liked. But it didn't matter what she looked like. She was Adella Ceto. Ceto! Her father basically owned this area! And this street bum thought he could just grab her? Whoever he is must have a death wish.

A deep snarl pushed past her lips as she stood on his foot with her sharp heel, thanking that she was motivated to dress up today in a simple, off the shoulder white dress that hugged her body like a second skin and showed a generous amount of cleavage, along with her nude heels. She'll be sure to clean them off properly. When his arms loosened, she ducked beneath his arms, her height coming in handy, then swung around and punched the stranger in the stomach, not even noticing his features. Adella would scream for help, but he pissed her off, and she would be damned if she let the police take him away before she grabbed her pound of flesh.

The woman was attractive, short, easy to hold. So Danny thought. Suddenly he felt the sharp indent of a heel stab into his foot, he winced and loosened his grip on her almost instantly, not a lot, but enough for her to duck under him and punch him straight in the stomach. He groaned, the wind being knocked out of him. He whimpered a little, holding his stomach as he keeled over. He felt his bile burn his throat, but managed to keep it down.

"Little... cunt..." He muttered, inhaling a deep, sharp breath inwards. He raised his fists up to his face, covering them as if he were a boxer. "The hard way, then." He snarled, closing the small amount of distance between the two and punching her in the stomach, curling his fist up into it as he did, bringing extra power to the punch. Once he did, he brought another punch to her face, and followed it up by grabbing the sides of her head and kneeing her in the forehead twice. He thought that should be enough, but just in case, he reached into his bag and brought out a small device. A contact taser. He pressed the button, sending a shockwave of electricity between the two prongs. Then, he struck once more, jabbing the prongs against her sides and holding it against her skin, while pressing the button.

Groaning and whimpering softly as pain overwhelmed her body, she felt nausea swirl within her stomach. Adella got cocky. To damn cocky. Her head was throbbing, her stomach and face feeling like she was just hit by a train. Tasting blood, she struggled to gasp for air and tried to get up, but fell weakly back to the ground, her loose curls falling to the ground and surround her. She should have screamed for help. She should have screamed for anyone, and now all she could do was whimper and cower in front of the male.

Looking up at him, her vision was slightly blurry from tears and pain, the large, dark purple irises unfocused, but she tried to stand again, leaning her weight on her arms before she felt something on her side. And then nothing. Adella's body froze up, her face stuck in a silent scream before she went limp on the ground beneath him, her brain deciding to take mercy on her and take Adella from the pain by making her unconscious.

As the woman fell down onto the ground, he put the taser away into the bag again with a grin, now, he produced handcuffs and a pair of chained shackles, which he quickly attached around her ankles and her wrists respectively. He then turned her onto her back and grinned. "Oh yeah, you're a pretty one..." He whispered to himself, admiring her body as he looked up and down her. "Sexy bitch." He muttered, licking his pristine, pink lips as he did. He picked her up into a fireman's carry and sighed, beginning to carry her over to his car, which was already unlocked, ready for her.

It was quiet when they got to the street and he could've laughed out loud from the excitement as he opened his trunk. Once the trunk was open, he bundled her into the back and pulled out a knife, which he used to cut her clothes and underwear off of her body. Once he'd cut them off, he bundled them up and stuffed them into his bag. The entire bag would go... Missing. In due time. He grinned, slamming the trunk and getting into the driver's side door. The engine roared to life as he pushed the key into the ignition and turned it.

"Right, let's get you back then." He whispered, then began to drive away from the location quickly.

After they drove for about 10 minutes, Danny pulled up outside a decent sized house. "We're home..." He whispered, turning off the engine and pulling his keys out of the car. He opened his door and walked to the trunk, opening it and looking in. "Hey, honey." He teased, upon seeing her laid there.

Opening her eyes, Adella instantly knew she was in such big trouble. Even though she was dizzy and pain clouded her mind, she was obviously in the trunk of a car, cuffed and... Naked?! He stripped her?! Even her white, lacy matching bra and panties?! He was crazy! A psycho! He'd obviously planned this for a while, the cuffs and preparation indicating that this was thought out, and Adella hated that she didn't notice. She whimpered softly and tested the cuffs and shackles, hearing the car rumble along for a few more minutes before it stopped, making her panic. Feeling around in the darkness for anything she could use as a weapon against him, finding nothing but her rising anxiety levels.

The trunk door opened and blinded her for a second, making her wince from the brightness before she heard him call her 'honey'. Oh. She'd give him honey alright. Even though her body ached and her mind was still mush, self preservation kicked in and pumped her body full of adrenaline, giving her the energy to leap out of the trunk and wrap her hands around his neck, her long nails digging into his neck and drawing blood. "Who the FUCK do you think you are?!" She screeched down at him like a banshee, not even caring where she was or that she was naked, her plump body on display. Pure, unfiltered rage coursed through her veins, mixing with the adrenaline and almost making the pain disappear. "You stupid, cock sock of a boy!" She continued to scream before kneeing him as hard as she could in the stomach, her nails digging in deeper.

Danny watched her leap from the trunk and grasp his neck, then, he felt her sharp nails dig into his skin, causing warm, crimson blood to leak slowly from his neck and drip onto her nails. "Damn bitch..." He grunted through the pain, then felt her knee slam into his stomach, he dropped to the floor, knees hitting the ground hard as he landed, but she didn't stop. For a woman, she was powerful, he thought that she was about to reverse the entire thing. Call her dad, have him kidnapped too. But no, he couldn't let it happen. He just couldn't. He reached his hands up and gripped her wrists tightly, and began to pry her hands away, feeling her strong, but dainty hands squeezing the life from him. His brown eyelashes fluttered as he dealt with the pain that she was inflicted on him.

He tried his hardest to pull her hands away, but he couldn't find the strength, his own adrenaline hadn't kicked in again, as if he was still coming down from the rush of kidnapping her. "Fuck, you're... Really strong..." He told her, choking out his words as he said them, he looked up into her eyes and let go of her hands. Danny leaned forwards and bared his teeth, biting deep into her exposed thigh, trying to surprise her into releasing her grip.

A predatory grin graced her swollen lips, satisfaction making her purr softly as he began to give up. "Fucking right I am, you piece of shit." She laughed darkly, enjoying the look of defeat in his eyes. Try and abduct her?! It would be the last thing this sick bastard would ever do. Adella held firm when he tried to pry her hands away, her fingers covered in blood but she didn't care.

Kneeling above him on the ground, her dark eyes flashed with pride as he began to look weaker and weaker. Her father thought she was a delicate flower that needed protecting. Hell, she was still a virgin at 22 years old because everyone was frightened of her papa! But she took this asshole down all by herself. And then she began to think. If she went back and bragged about how she escaped, she would be baby sat her entire life, constantly having someone follow her. Deep in thought, her grip on the males throat began to lessen, biting her cut lip softly in worry. Suddenly, Adella felt a bite in her thigh, making her cry out and jerk back from the pain, landing on her back clumsily before quickly trying to squirm away, instantly realizing her mistake.

As she fell, Danny slapped her hard around the face, instantly leaving a dark red mark across her cheek. "Right, since it's obvious that you can't be trusted..." He growled, a grimace spreading across his face as he looked down at her. He picked her up again, this time slinging her over his shoulder, leaving her legs high enough so that she wouldn't be able to simply kick and hit him in his privates.

"Heard somewhere that the feisty ones always break the easiest." He told her, using his free hand to deliver a hard slap to her behind as he did. He began walking briskly to the house in front of them. Once he reached the front door, he opened it with his free hand, wearing a grin, he walked inside, slamming the door behind the two of them roughly. As soon as the door closed, he locked it again and threw the key into a corner. "Now, I'll show your to your room madam." He taunted, walking her upstairs.

They soon came to a large oak wooden door, which he swung open with a smirk. A king sized bed laid inside the room, covered in what looked to be thick covers. He sighed, carrying her over to the bed and then throwing her on top of it. "This is our room, you'll be expected to sleep with me." He told her, rubbing his strong jawline between his thumb and forefinger as he spoke. "You can use the rest of the room as you want, though. I mean, if you can figure out what to do with the cuffs." He laughed.

If he hit her one more time! Adella tried to kick at him, unsuccessfully. She also tried clawing at his back, her nails ripping through his shirt as he shut the front door behind them, watching to where he threw the key. Again, she was so close! She hated her arrogance! She could have been home by now! Releasing a scream of anger and frustration, she kept squirming in his hold as he began to climb the stairs.

Adella wasn't fond of being carried up stairs, the feeling giving her slight vertigo, so she stopped struggling and prayed silently that he didn't drop her. She couldn't kill him if her neck broke. Her curls fell forward and blocked her vision as he continued to walk, and even though she kept trying to move it out of the way, it kept bouncing forward. Just another glorious thing. Naked and blinded in a strangers house and in his arms.

Adella yelped when she was thrown on the bed, feeling her plump breasts bounce when she lands. If she could make them smaller, she would. A snort sounded from her when he said she'd sleep with him. Not even a hundred years in hell would she lose her virginity to him. Alright, so she was trapped. She could think of a way out. She was determined, patient, calculative. So Adella moved herself up the comfortable bed, the shackles and cuffs making it difficult, but she felt the cool headboard against her back and then looked up at him, her body and face marked and bruised.

"Alright. Fine. Congratulations, you caught me. Go fuck yourself, what do you want? Money? Guns? Are you with that fucking Chinese mob?" She asked calmly, but she was staring daggers at him, her dark eyes nearly looking black with anger. He obviously wanted something, and she couldn't make it down the stairs still cuffed, so next step is bargaining.

Danny sighed as the woman got herself comfortable, but still struggled and verbally assaulted him. "You know I don't care for any of that, I'm not even with any gang, anything. You just got kidnapped by what you'd call... Street trash." He gloated, advancing closer to her slowly. He grabbed at his crotch and smiled at her. "I mean, you really are a gorgeous woman." He praised, licking his lips predatorily as he came close to her. "Now, if you open your mouth, don't bite, and make me cum, you get to eat this week. I mean, you could stand to lose a little weight." He said, taking both of his hands and squeezing her stomach roughly. Of course, he didn't care about that, he thought she looked great anyway, but he had to be firm, he thought.

"Now, get that mouth open and get ready." He demanded, pulling off his pants and underwear, revealing his full 9 inch length to her in one fell swoop. "And yes, I know, you're a virgin, I don't care." He grunted, climbing onto the bed beside her, holding his member in his right hand as he did, making sure she would see it as he approached.


A petite 22 years old woman with an alluringly voluptuous figure, including large breasts, a small waist, thick hips and a cushiony behind. Her face is round with plump berry colored lips and large eyes that are deep, dark purple in color. She has long raven curls that fall past her waist. Despite her soft appearance, she possesses a fiery spirit and fierce determination. Known for her calculative mind and strong willpower, Adella does not easily back down from challenges or threats. She's also known to be quite stubborn and defiant when faced with adversity.

Danny sighed as the woman got herself comfortable, but still struggled and verbally assaulted him. "You know I don't care for any of that, I'm not even with any gang, anything. You just got kidnapped by what you'd call... Street trash." He gloated, advancing closer to her slowly. He grabbed at his crotch and smiled at her. "I mean, you really are a gorgeous woman." He praised, licking his lips predatorily as he came close to her. "Now, if you open your mouth, don't bite, and make me cum, you get to eat this week. I mean, you could stand to lose a little weight." He said, taking both of his hands and squeezing her stomach roughly. Of course, he didn't care about that, he thought she looked great anyway, but he had to be firm, he thought.

"Now, get that mouth open and get ready." He demanded, pulling off his pants and underwear, revealing his full 9 inch length to her in one fell swoop. "And yes, I know, you're a virgin, I don't care." He grunted, climbing onto the bed beside her, holding his member in his right hand as he did, making sure she would see it as he approached.

Adella couldn't help the look of confusion that flashed across her face. He didn't want anything? Then... Why her?! She tried to keep her cool as her mind raced, ignoring his predatory smile as he got closer, grabbing his crotch and speaking vulgar words. And she was calm enough, considering her circumstances! She'd given a blowjob once, and was willing to play along until she could find a way out. That is until he grabbed her stomach and said she could lose some weight. That was it. That was the final straw. Slowly tilting her head to the side, she looked him dead in the eye and smiled serenely.

"Put that tiny thing any closer to me and you'll find yourself with only two pinkies, not three." Adella's voice purred out seductively, her smile never faltering. No one has told her to lose weight before, and though she knew she was a bit tubby, she didn't mind it that much. He was truly crazy. Textbook psycho. One of them was going to die by the end of the day. Maybe him from blood loss when she bit his admittedly large cock off. He was huge, and it made her blush, but she kept her eyes on him.

Everything was going well until he continued toward her, and mentioned her virginity, making her thighs slam shut and ice run through her veins. How in the hell could he tell?! That just made things so much more complicated. She felt cornered. Suck his cock or he'll probably do something so much worse to her. Leaning away from him the closer he got, her eyes darted around the room, looking for anything to distract him with.

"Ok. Ok ok ok ok. I-I've been difficult. We're both thinking irrationally. Just... Just tell me what I can do to go home. Please? I just want to go home." Her cuffs and shackles sounded as she moved, stuttering slightly as nerves gripped her.


A 28 years old woman of grace and subtlety, her charm reflected in the soft smile that often graces her lips. Her long fingers suggest elegance, hinting at a possible artistic flair. She has a warm personality, evident in her gentle laughter and amiable conversation style. Despite this openness, she holds an air of mystery about her; she's reserved about sharing certain aspects of herself, especially with those she doesn't know well. This indicates some past pain or experience that she keeps hidden beneath her pleasant demeanor. Deli is also industrious and dedicated as shown by her commitment to building up her shop and apartment. Her comfort around the topic of pet play suggests an open-mindedness towards alternative lifestyles.

She did mind sharing, actually. Something Deli kept to herself, offering him a smile while he spoke instead of a direct answer. "True, we likely do some interests in common. Given the community, you're likely to share at least one or two little interests with just about everyone."

"Ah," she went on with a small laugh. "No, someone said beauty was in the eye of the beholder. Perfection doesn't exist. In art, music, or love—but that is why they have beauty, isn't it? Their lack of perfection." His romantic notions about finding that one perfect person... she didn't comment on that, either. All it did was twist that dagger still buried in her heart and make her stomach revolt. She wanted to press the palm of her hand into her chest and work out that terrible ache, but she kept her fingers wrapped tightly around her cup and a soft smile playing at her lips. Sharing these parts of herself with someone she'd known years was out of the question—sharing them with him? Even more so.

"I haven't gotten around much, honestly," she trained her attention onto other things, one long fingered hand briefly floating through the air to indicate the shop around them. "I've been building this place. Worked on my apartment upstairs first, of course, and got that all put together and moved in before I really started in down here. But, it made it a lot easier to do, living on the job sight. I think the one place I keep doing back to is the park. If you haven't been there, well... I suppose that's the best suggestion I can give."

Harry thought about her answer, pondering. He had no reply to that, and decided not to ponder on that. He never had found the perfect one, to be stabbed, or hurt. He enjoyed some companies, which he kept. He had never let anyone close to his heart. So he never knew betrayal. He never met anyone who could go after his heart. That was another thing.

He ate his breakfast, sipping coffee, pondering at the sudden lack of discussion between the duo. It was still early and with no customers, she had no reason to walk back to the counter. When he discussed about the places to see, she did give a vague reply. He thought was she trying to end the conversation. "Well, i did hear about the pet park, if that is what you are talking about. I would love to visit it. I did envy a few having their pets with them." he said with a smile. "What would you like to be, should you ever go there?"

"If I went there?" Deli blinked at him a moment, a little startled by the question, something that showed in the color that warmed her cheeks as she sheepishly reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. "Oh I—"

Well, she hadn't expected that, and she was entirely sure how to answer him. She considered it as she sat back in her chair, watching him eat for a moment before shaking her head. "If you mean, as a pet, well.. a kitten, I suppose. But, you could just as easily catch me there with a pet of my own."

Feeling bashful, Deli hid behind her coffee cup, raising it up to hide her blushing from his view. "Probably part of why I wander that way so often, I suppose. It was strange at first, but I've gotten rather comfortable strolling there, even if I've never actually indulged in any pet play myself. You, however, sound like maybe you have?" He had mentioned something of a wild life style before, and she had to wondered just where he'd been and what he'd seen.

Harry raised his eyebrows when she said she would like to be a kitten. But the next statement also surprised him. She was a switch. No wonder he was getting such mixed reactions. She was a switch and would want her own pet or a submissive partner. He was liking her, but he could never submit. Maybe a time or two was different, but regularly was not possible for him. Would she accept him as a Dom completely?

"I am sure you would look nice either way." he said with a smile. "I haven't had a chance to visit it yet. As I said, this is my first day. But I can imagine the place and would love to visit it. Would you mind visiting it with me? And before you say, I am not asking you to come with me as a pet. But as a friend. A simple stroll, some light snacks and back. No hanky panky" He had been to a few pet partied before, in London where the members would come to the pub with their pets, specifically to a BDSM theme party.

His reactions were open and written so clearly on his face that Deli found herself softly chuckling over them. First the interest in her preference for a kitten, and then the surprised realization that she was a switch. She saw the wheels turning and waited—sipping at her cup again—for him to decide. He wouldn't be the first Dom she'd met that didn't exactly appreciate a switch or their tendency to resist giving up control or belonging to them entirely. But, then, he smiled, and she smiled back.

"Thank you, I'd like to think so, too," she accepted that small politeness with a small nod, and simply listened as he went on to invite her out for a stroll. Before she could tease him, he covered his bases, making her laugh again before she set her almost empty cup on the table. "I'd be happy to take a little stroll, show you around a bit. Some evening after I close up, whenever you're settled enough to get out and about."

She smiled as she sat forward again, resting her forearms on the table, "You can just about always find me here, since my apartment is upstairs. Just call ahead so I'm not caught in any embarrassing or compromising positions. I'll give you a card when you go."

Harry smiled at her and grinned "Compromising positions, eh?" before he drained his won cup. "Well, I must say, the food was delicious as was the company. Thank you so much for that Deli. I would definitely be coming here more often." He picked up his plate and cup and placed it by the sink before washing his hands.

On the way out, he did collect her card, and gave her his. "You know, there is this get together in some bookstore here tonight. I plan to visit there. How about you? I am sure it will be fun and maybe I will get to meet a few people also. I will be there by 8. Hope to see you there" He said as he walked out of the cafe.

He did walk to the nearby grocery store to pick up a few items for himself before returning back. He did pass her cafe once again, waving at her on the way. He was looking forward to the night.

Deli let his teasing grin pass with little more response than to offer him one of her own. He thanked her for the food and her company, the former of which oddly pleased her more than the latter. She was thanking him for the compliments and standing to pick up everything when Harry collected hos own plates and cup and walked them behind the counter to set them in the sink and wash his hands. Deli couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him while her lips twisted into a little smirk. Leave it to some Dom to think he had the run of the place just because she'd given him an open invitation to visit.

The exchange of cards was maybe a little old world, but she wouldn't lose his number that way, and they were both business people anyway. There was something cute about the polite little moment that left her amused and enthralled. "I had heard about it," she allowed, neither accepting nor denying his invitation, before waving to him as he left. Some while later, he passed by the cafe again to wave at her in passing, and Deli found herself laughing at him when she waved back. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to get and get a little leisure time.


A 35 years old man of thought and intrigue, his contemplative nature evident in his ponderous responses. His casual demeanor and easy smile indicate an amiable personality, yet there's an undercurrent of distance as he never allows anyone close to his heart. This aloofness doesn't stem from coldness but rather self-preservation, hinting at a past free from betrayal. He carries himself with confidence and isn’t afraid to express his desires or preferences, particularly when it comes to the topic of pet play. As a Dominant, he has clear boundaries regarding submission; he enjoys control but is not opposed to occasional flexibility. His willingness to help Deli clean up after their meal shows a considerate side that complements his dominant persona.

Harry smiled at her and grinned "Compromising positions, eh?" before he drained his won cup. "Well, I must say, the food was delicious as was the company. Thank you so much for that Deli. I would definitely be coming here more often." He picked up his plate and cup and placed it by the sink before washing his hands.

On the way out, he did collect her card, and gave her his. "You know, there is this get together in some bookstore here tonight. I plan to visit there. How about you? I am sure it will be fun and maybe I will get to meet a few people also. I will be there by 8. Hope to see you there" He said as he walked out of the cafe.

He did walk to the nearby grocery store to pick up a few items for himself before returning back. He did pass her cafe once again, waving at her on the way. He was looking forward to the night.


A ruggedly handsome man, his features hardened by the harsh conditions of Alaska. His physique has filled out over time, no longer the gangly kid he once was. He carries a calm and comforting presence that makes those around him feel at ease. Connor is a thoughtful individual, always considerate about others' feelings and needs. He's also quite straightforward and doesn't shy away from expressing his thoughts or emotions, even if they're unexpected or uncomfortable. Despite this openness, there's an undercurrent of innocence to him; he often misses subtle social cues, indicating a certain level of naivety.

"No boys, hard to believe," Connor said, sitting beside her on the bed and nudging her with his shoulder. "It's the boys loss I guess, but this way I won't have to whoop anybody." He took her hand in his and squeezed it. As soon as he touched her hand it was like an electric shock.

"Thanks so much for taking care of mom. At least now I can share the duties. Even when I get my own place, I promise to help out." He liked this... being next to her, their legs brushing, their shoulders touching, the smell of her hair...

"But, in terms of dating, we're sort of equal. Not a lot of girls in Alaska, the ratio is something like 10-to-1 or something. Some of the guys would go into town and... well, let's just say there were some working girls. Not my speed, and such a waste of money, so... yeah, it's been a dry spell for sure." He blushed and realized he was still holding her hand. "Sorry, too much information, I'm sure."

Ally nodded happily, smiling to her brother. It was really nice for him to be home now, the burden off of her shoulders with her mother. "Thank you, I appreciate it. She's gotten a bit.. more difficult." She took a deep breath, her breath catching in her throat as she finally realized he was still holding her hand. "It's okay, I know you've been gone a while and I don't mind, truly."

His words from earlier finally hit her, her face scrunching in disgust as her heart raced "Well, good for them but I'm glad you didn't do anything like that..." There was a slight blush to her face as she scooted slightly away from him, her body reacting to him in a way that it never had before.

She sighed softly, looking around the room before gazing back at him "The parents are gone for the evening, do you want to go into the living room and watch a movie on the couch? Maybe we could order some pizza and soda... like we used to." They had always picked on each other, but as they got older, their connection grew bringing them closer up until now. She loved her brother and was happy he was back but hoped these feelings were just some sort of misunderstanding.

"You know, I would really like that," said Connor, smiling. "Especially the pizza. Alaska doesn't have a lot of good pizza, supply chain stuff, and when it does have good pizza, it can cost fifty bucks or more for a small. So, my treat tonight. It'll feel nice to be able to order some pizza and not go broke."

A few minutes later, the pizza had arrived and he was walking into the living room where Ally was waiting... looking way too cute with a blanket and in her PJs already. Why was she so cute? Why was he noticing that his sister was cute. "Alright, got your favorite. Half pepperoni pepper cheese, half your stuff. Soda, too."

He set the stuff down and went back to retrieve a bottle of Gosling's rum. "And you know something I learned in Alaska? Rum goes good in almost everything, especially soda." He sat down next to her, their thighs touching. "So... ready to Netflix and Chill?" He truly didn't realize what he'd said as he opened the pizza box.

Ally smiled as he walked in with the pizza, clearly as eager as she was to finally be able to spend some time together after so long. The pizza smelled delicious and she was in her most comfortable pajamas, in her favorite spot on the couch when he rounded the corner with the goods.

He looked so handsome standing there and she shook her head, realizing that she had been staring at him for far too long. Ally's eyebrow raised as she watched him walk to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of alcohol and a smile on his face "Well then. I suppose we will have to rest that theory won't we?" She teased, giving him a silly smile before cracking a soda open and taking the bottle from him. She was no stranger to some liquid courage though she didn't know why she felt like she needed it.

Taking the bottle, she placed it to her lips, holding the soda at the ready before taking a long, hard pull. Her face puckered and the liquid burned going down her throat but she wiggled at the warm sensation, taking a long drink of soda to wash it down "I haven't done that.. in a long time.."

It took her a moment to catch her breath before she sat down next to him, setting the bottle and soda on the table before grabbing a slice of pizza. She opened the blanket and moved over so he would have space to snuggle into her before she started to chuckle at his wording "Yes, I'm ready to as you kids call it, Netflix and chill" she giggled more, playfully rolling her eyes before snuggling into his side and biting into the piece of pizza.

Connor settled in and took a swig himself. "You know, we could just mix the rum into our sodas and pace it out," he said, nudging her. But, he noticed that she just teased about Netflix and Chill, she didn't call him out on it. They decided to watch some reruns of Friends, on of their favorite shows when they were younger and just ate and laughed, often quoting many of the lines before they came up.

But, this was comfortable... too comfortable in a way, she just kept moving closer, snuggling into him and feeling... perfect. Soon he noticed that they weren't talking as much and were just kind of nudging each other? Was that the word. Finding other ways for their legs or arms to be touching.

It was very hot under that blanket, but he would rather they didn't lift it away because... things would become evident. Things that seemed beyond his control after having been away from the company of a woman for more than a year.

Ally giggled at his comment, rolling her eyes and just to prove a point, grabbing the bottle and taking another long swig. Her face didn't twist as much, the burn becoming easier and easier to handle, but the more she drank, her body began to feel light and airy. He felt calming against her as she laid her head on his shoulder, trying to pay attention to the movie but her mind was going different places.

He felt so warm and comfortable against him, and she noticed her legs had become entangled with his own, her eyes drifting lazily up to his face. He really had filled out since the last time she saw him, no longer the gangly kid she remembered. She was his little sister and she knew she could be annoying sometimes, but she was happy that he still wanted to hang out and spend time with her.

Noticing his discomfort, she placed her hand on his arm, her eyebrow raising as she spoke quietly "Are you alright...? We can switch the movie if you don't like this one, or we can do something else..."

Her body felt warm in ways she hadn't expected, especially not sitting next to her brother. A light blush spread across Ally's cheeks as she chewed on the inside of her lip, her heart rate speeding up slightly as she adjusted herself, a sudden... ache and heat building between her legs.

"No, no, this is great. Great movie," Connor said, trying to sound casual. He kept staring straight ahead, watching... but then, and he'd never be able to explain how he did what he did, he took her hand and guided it to his bulging sweat pants, letting her feel the insistent, throbbing manhood within his sweats.

At the same time, his hand slid across to gently caress a breast through her top. And still, he didn't say anything or look at her, but just kept watching the TV, though he had no clue what was on as his breathing quickened and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her.


An attractive woman with a warm, inviting smile that lights up any room. Her casual attire of comfortable pajamas suggests a preference for comfort and simplicity over ostentatious displays of style. She's strong-willed and independent, having shouldered the responsibility of caring for their mother during Connor's absence. Despite this strength, she has a soft spot for her brother, showing deep affection and care towards him. She's also playful and teasing in nature, not afraid to challenge Connor in friendly banter. However, beneath her confident exterior lies a layer of uncertainty and vulnerability as she grapples with unexpected feelings towards her brother.

Ally giggled at his comment, rolling her eyes and just to prove a point, grabbing the bottle and taking another long swig. Her face didn't twist as much, the burn becoming easier and easier to handle, but the more she drank, her body began to feel light and airy. He felt calming against her as she laid her head on his shoulder, trying to pay attention to the movie but her mind was going different places.

He felt so warm and comfortable against him, and she noticed her legs had become entangled with his own, her eyes drifting lazily up to his face. He really had filled out since the last time she saw him, no longer the gangly kid she remembered. She was his little sister and she knew she could be annoying sometimes, but she was happy that he still wanted to hang out and spend time with her.

Noticing his discomfort, she placed her hand on his arm, her eyebrow raising as she spoke quietly "Are you alright...? We can switch the movie if you don't like this one, or we can do something else..."

Her body felt warm in ways she hadn't expected, especially not sitting next to her brother. A light blush spread across Ally's cheeks as she chewed on the inside of her lip, her heart rate speeding up slightly as she adjusted herself, a sudden... ache and heat building between her legs.


A 17 years old boy who typically dresses in a light blue shirt, blue jeans, cowboy boots, and his favorite cowboy hat. His choice of attire suggests that he embraces the traditional ranch lifestyle. He possesses a strong sense of responsibility as shown by his readiness to take over chores around the ranch when his parents are away. Blake also has an affectionate side, particularly towards his horse Angel and Avery, the girl next door whom he secretly admires. Despite his parents' disapproval of their relationship, he shows courage and determination in pursuing what makes him happy. Furthermore, Blake's consideration for not wanting Avery to help with chores indicates that he is thoughtful and empathetic.

It was a Saturday around the time of 12:30pm, and normally Blake would have stayed in bed a little bit longer, but he knew that he had a fairly busy day ahead of him today. Since he knew his parents were going to be in the city for a good portion of the day, Blake knew it was going to be down to him to do the chores around the ranch that he lived on with his parents. Sure, the work could be tiring and boring too, but it still needed to be done. Besides, Blake also knew he would get to go riding on his pure white two year old mare, Angel. There was also a part of him that was hoping he would get to see the girl he had come to develop strong feelings for. The girl who lived on the ranch next door to his own. The only thing he didn't like was how his parents did everything they could to stop him from seeing her. It was probably why he was glad his parents had gone into the city for a few hours.

After showering, Blake got dressed in a light blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He also put on his favorite cowboy hat and cowboy boots. As soon as he was dressed, he got himself something to eat for breakfast. His breakfast consisted of some pancakes and a glass of orange juice. It took him all but ten minutes to finish his breakfast, and as soon as he had done so, he rose from his chair and took his plate and glass over to the sink. Blake turned around and walked out of the glass sliding door that led outside. The first thing the seventeen year old did was to head straight towards the stables to see his beloved horse. Of course he made sure not to forget the apple for his horse, mainly because he knew how much she loved apples.

Avery awake early that Saturday, which meant no school. For her, no school meant freedom to do what she truly loved. And what she truly loved was spending the day riding her year old chestnut colored colt. The horse's name is Jake ans she love him with all of her heart.

She got out of bed and headed toward the shower. After her shower she pulled a pair of jean shorts over her curvy hips. She added a gray v-neck tee-shirt over her busty breast and slim waist. To top the look she put on her favorite cowboy boots. She brushed her hip length brown hair and put them into pigtail braids. She smiled at her reflection and walked downstairs. She ignored her father and grabbed two apples, one for her and one for Jake. Her and her father didn't really get along ever since her mother died a year ago. He was heartbroken and she felt like he took his rage out on her, yelling at her constantly for everything that went wrong. She felt bad for him but mostly tried to stay out of his way.

She walked out to Jake and rubbed in mane, as she fed him the apple. "That's my pretty boy." she praised him as she jumped on his back. She was soon out on her way. She was so glad she got the time to spend to herself, although she secretly hoped she would run into Blake Saunders, the boy that lived next door. She had a crush on. She smiled as she thought about him as she stopped on a hill to enjoy the view.

After he had made it down to the stables, Blake couldn't help but smile some more as soon as he saw Angel in the stables. Blake walked over to his horse in the stables, and as usual, she did appear happy to see him, especially when she saw exactly what he had with him. Blake's smile widened as he approached Angel. When he reached her in the stables, he showed her the apple in his hand. "This is what you want, isn't it girl?" He smiled up at her as he lightly stroked the side of her head. Blake handed Angel the apple a second or so later, which she wasted no time eating. As soon as she was done eating her apple, Blake opened the door to her stall and led her out of her stall. He proceeded to put her saddle up on her back, and then he led her out of the stables.

Once he had led Angel out of the stables, Blake climbed up onto the saddle on her back. "Come on girl, let's go. The chores can wait until later." With that said, he lightly kicked his heels into Angel's sides, which caused her to canter off into the distance. As he rode out from the ranch he lived on, his thoughts drifted to Avery Johnson, the girl who lived next door to him. She also happened to be the one he had a major crush on. After a few minutes of riding, he found his way to the large hill that overlooked both of their ranches. A smile soon formed on his face when he saw who was already there. "Hey Avery, I didn't expect to see you up here." He smiled some more as he rode up besides her. "It's nice to see you here though, it really is. Come to enjoy the view I see."

Avery heard the horse before she heard someone talking to her. She didn't have to turn around to see who it was, she knew that it was Blake Saunders. She turned her head around before she turned Jake around. Seeing Blake made her smile grow huge, it was turning out to be an a lot better Saturday than she expected. She took in his cowboy boots and hat and her heart almost stopped. She just had a thing for cowboy boots and hats on cute guys.

"Hey Blake! I didn't expect for you to be up here either." She smiled at him again as she totted Jake over to him and Angel. She knew it was silly that he said he wasn't expecting her to be up here, he knew that she was there every Saturday. "Yeah, I came to enjoy the view. And it's really good to see you too. What do you have planned for the day?" she asked, hoping they could hang out a little.

Blake found it hard not to smile when he saw Avery and Jake. Of course he was happier to see Avery, but he did like her horse too. He also found it hard not to notice just what she was wearing. Blake had to admit that she really did look good in her cut off jean shorts and her cowboy boots. There was a part of Blake that had been hoping he was going to run into Avery at some point during the day. After all, he knew his parents weren't going to be back for a while yet, and he figured the chores could wait until later anyway. It wasn't as if his parents were ever likely to know that he hadn't done the chores when he was supposed to, just as long as he got them done before they got back.

The smile remained on his face as Avery trotted Jake over to him and Angel. Of course Blake knew that saying he was surprised to see Avery on the hill wasn't the best of things for him to say, considering he knew she was usually there each Saturday. It just happened to be the only thing that had come to mind at the time. He smiled some more when she asked him what he would be doing. "Oh, I don't really have anything planned for today. I'm supposed to be doing some chores since my parents are out in the city for a while. The chores I need to do shouldn't take that long to do anyway, so I'm going to do them later. It's why I thought I'd bring Angel out. Have you got any plans Avery?"

Avery held back her smile when she heard that Blake's parents were out for the day. That meant that they could hang out for a little bit. After all, they weren't exactly allowed to see each other. That was a rule in which his parents made very clear about a month ago. They apparently thought she was bad news. But they didn't understand, understand what she had been through or the reasons she acted the way she did.

She rubbed Jake's mane as she spoke her next words, hoping that he would agree to it. "Well, I didn't have anything planned for the day. Maybe we could hang out a little? I can even help you with the chores." She smiled brightly at him.

Blake had to admit that he was really glad that his parents had gone out and into the city for the majority of the day. He was glad for a number of reasons. Blake was glad his parents were away in the city because he knew they would have made him do the chores right away, meaning he wouldn't have been able to bump into Avery when he did. After all, he knew how much his parents disliked the idea of him seeing Avery. Sure, he was well aware of why his parents didn't like Avery, but that didn't stop him from hating their reasons for it. This was mainly due to the fact he didn't really feel as if his parents knew Avery as well as he did. Not that they had ever taken the time to get to know her, which did irritate him further.

Finally, his eyes met with hers again as she spoke. Blake thought over what she said for all but a few moments before he finally responded to what she had said. "Yeah, I'd like that Avery. Since my parents are out, it should be okay for us to hang out together. As for the chores, the help would get them done quicker, and I would appreciate the help, but at the same time, I wouldn't expect you to help with chores that aren't yours. Besides, I'm sure the last thing you want to be doing on a nice Saturday like this is more chores." He smiled at her again.


A young girl with a curvy figure, characterized by her busty chest and slim waist. She has hip-length brown hair that she often wears in pigtail braids. Her attire usually consists of jean shorts, cowboy boots, and a gray v-neck tee-shirt, hinting at her preference for casual country style. Personality-wise, Avery is strong-willed and independent, often seeking solitude and finding joy in horse riding. Despite the strained relationship with her father following her mother's death, she maintains an optimistic outlook on life. She harbors feelings for Blake, indicating that she can be romantic and hopeful about potential relationships despite the challenges posed by their parents' disapproval.

Avery held back her smile when she heard that Blake's parents were out for the day. That meant that they could hang out for a little bit. After all, they weren't exactly allowed to see each other. That was a rule in which his parents made very clear about a month ago. They apparently thought she was bad news. But they didn't understand, understand what she had been through or the reasons she acted the way she did.

She rubbed Jake's mane as she spoke her next words, hoping that he would agree to it. "Well, I didn't have anything planned for the day. Maybe we could hang out a little? I can even help you with the chores." She smiled brightly at him.


A woman of average height, standing at 5'3", and slim. Being a former lingerie model, she takes great care of her appearance, regularly indulging in beauty routines like face masks. Irene is dominant and assertive, with a clear vision for what she wants from her relationships. She enjoys pushing boundaries and exploring kinks, specifically feminization. Despite this dominance, she also displays a caring side; she's patient with Taylor, reassuring him throughout their exploration together. Her excitement about the situation indicates an adventurous spirit and enthusiasm for shared experiences. Overall, Irene is a confident woman who thrives on control but also values consent and comfort in her relationships.

Irene looked at him, she felt her chest rising and moving and as he panicked she kissed him softly. "Hush, trust me. I want whats best for you. Nothing bad, I swear." She leaned her head into his neck planting kisses before kissing his chest. "I hope you know that you are behaving yourself right now is good for me." She kissed him once before standing up. "Don't move."

She left and went and grabbed a pink chastity device and brought it to him. She came into the room silently hoping he didn't hear her. then went to his member and slowly slid it in, it seemed to have softened since she blew him. She planned to give him sex, and often she just wanted him to learn what it was like. Putting it inside she locked it up and hung the key on her necklace around her neck. She then sat back on his lip and kissed him once more.

"You are making me very happy, Taylor. I hope you know the good you are doing too." She then took off his blindfold. "Don't get cranky with me again and fewer punishments will happen." She said as she smiled at him gently.

Taylor sat still as she moved away briskly. He was tempted to remove the blindfold but didn't as he waited on her to come back. As he remained on the couch he was left with nothing but his thoughts. After a few more moments he thought he felt movement around him. That is when he felt something hard and plastic slide over top of his cock and securing itself around his balls. He could hear a click as if something was being locked in place. "Wha... what is that? What did you do?" He questioned. He felt her sit down and reassure him with another kiss.

When she removed the blindfold he immediately looked down and notice that she had secured him inside of a chastity cage. "What the fuck is that?" He questioned once more. "What the hell are you trying to do?" He questioned as his hands worked to pull off the locked cage. It's was no use. He wanted to yell but he knew she had all of the cards now and there was no way he could fight her.

His memory had made him remember where he'd seen a cage like this before. An ex-girlfriend had been into a sort of porn where the guy turned into a submissive and dressed and acted like a woman while the woman in the relationship took a more dominant role. He swallowed hard and looked at her knowing he had to investigate further into what he had agreed to "What exactly did you mean earlier by sissy." He asked.

Irene looked at him carefully noticing how he freaked out. She held him tightly and watched him carefully, her eyes glued to his expression, waiting for the terror to happen if he was unhappy she knew it. She wanted him to love it the way she would. "I am taking charge of the situation. I need to with you. You are bossy and think you know better. You are young yet and have a lot to learn. We went over our place in this relationship before. Trust me. I know what I am doing." She backed up a little when he asked what she meant by sissy.

"What do you think I mean Taylor?" She threw the question back at him and focused on it all. The way she was wet with excitement already. "You know deep down what I am talking about, secretly you probably have been intrigued but never been brave enough to experiment." She leaned close to his ear. "Trust me, you will be rewarded greatly. Remember what I said, if you hate it all, in a year I will make sure you can have a life away from me. But if you love it. I want you to stay with me." She gave his earlobe a seductive nibble and smiled.

"Things are going to work my way in this house either way. You can do it the easy route, or the hard route the choice is yours."

Taylor had a hard time listening to what she had to say. Even though she was spot on in pinpointing the problem. He could feel himself beginning to bottle the anger he felt and the dislike toward the cage that now secured his genitalia. If what he thought was true he would be in for changes in the extreme. He liked the idea of being greatly rewarded but, essentially living like a woman for a year, he was not keen on at all. "But I really don't want to experiment. Why do you want to make me a sissy? I've never even worn women's clothing." He told her as he continued to fidget with the cage.

He finally got frustrated and threw his hands in frustration after his failed attempts to remove the cage. He slowly looked to her "what do you mean easy or hard? What are you gonna force me? How are you gonna force me to do anything?" He questioned her allowing his arrogance to show. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Wh... what do you want me to do first." He asked her and apologizing while he acknowledged her dislike of his arrogant attitude.

Irene looked at him her heart was getting a good workout the way this man was teasing her in a sense. She was excited for everything that was happening between them. She leaned close to him and watched as he fiddled with the cage. "I know you don't want to, but trust me on this. You can do this, trust me, I have a feeling about this all." She watched him as he got frustrated.

"Do you want me to force you?" She asked as she went back into his face and showing her dominance. She may have been short with only a 5'3 height, she might have been thin and not much of something but she was strong enough that she could do this. "You will still enjoy things. Why do you like to be rude and sometimes mean?" She asked throwing a question back in his face when he asked why she wanted to make him a sissy.

"Thank you." She kissed him and smiled. "Hell, even after all this time you might love everything I have done with and for you." She winked at him gently as she offered him a hand. "Come with me. I think your room will be used to hold your stuff, you might need help to show you what it's like waking up every day from a female's perspective. You can come with me to my room."

"Doubt it" Taylor answered, looking over to her. If he hadn't had enough animosity toward his mother he definitely did now he felt she had some hand to play in all of this but didn't know how. He now stood up with her taking her hand as she escorted him to her room. "Waking up from a female perspective." Played around with him now. Was she really going to turn him into a Sissy. He'd seen some of his ex's fantasies about her wanting him to fuck one but he could not get into that. If Irene had similar fantasies he would have a serious problem.

His mind focused now on her room and what she was going to task him with. His body was pretty scarce of hair besides his arms and legs. He cringed at the idea of being completely hairless. Irene seemed to be a very feminine woman. What was she going to ask him to do? Use makeup, Wear women's clothing, paint his nails? He began to overload his mind and he began to fill with stress. Why couldn't he just have shut his mouth. He didn't know but right now he was in a pink chastity cage on his way to be feminized by the woman of his dreams.

Irene watched him as he walked with her up the room. Her eyes were drawn to the sight of him. She felt bad that she was doing this to him but she knew he needed to see this side. He needed to know so many things and it was part punishment for how he treated her. She was eager to start something with him but she wouldn't take that.

She also made the promise that if he hated it she would pay for him to have a life outside of this. But deep down she hoped he would love it, she hoped he would like the clothes, the lingerie and the travel. The shoes and handbags and anything else she could think of. "Do you see how late it is, I think before bed though you will need a face mask. Help keep good care of your skin."

She went to the room and opened the door. "Get on the bed I will bring it to you. You have nice hair, it will work for everything don't worry. You are a very beautiful person, Taylor."

The walk upstairs was hard and going into her bedroom again was harder. Taylor felt trapped and now he was really forced to do as she asked if he ever wanted to fuck her again or even be free from the cage. When they finally walked into the room he looked to her as she mentioned the time and that he could use a face mask to keep good care of his skin. He'd never worn a face mask his whole life and to be honest had no idea what it would feel like or what it would entail.

"Okay, I don't know how that works." He added as he took a seat on her bed. He wasn't at all thrilled about the idea of being girly with her but what she promised was more than reason to at least try. "I actually don't know how any of this girly stuff works." He added. "I've never paid attention to girls and their stupid routines." He continued. He pushed himself up further onto the bed allowing himself to sit crisscrossed on the bed.

Irene watched as he spoke. Her mind already going into a cluster of thoughts. She gave him a small smile as she went into the bathroom and grabbed the jar of face mask material. She walked over to him and leaned in and kissed him. "Trust me, it's a lot of work to make sure we always look nice. It can take hours. Trust me that's why I pay people to help me when it comes to my work for it all."

"I am glad that you are trying for me." She said as she smeared the green face mask on his face before proceeding to do her own. "Do you think I look this good just by waking up, I don't, just so you know." Leaning back on the bed she looked up at the ceiling. "What are the kinky things you like Taylor. You are doing certain things for me, I want to make sure you're satisfied as well."

Her mind was racing about how things would work between them and everything. She knew that where the mother was going she wouldn't be in contact and whenever she did come back her son might not be as eager to leave. She hoped he wouldn't be at least. Even a few hours and she enjoyed his company and presence.

She made a few points about how much went into looking like her. Taylor figured she was going to make him do every aspect of her daily routine. It made him almost sick to his stomach to think about. The face mask felt very foreign as she applied it to his face. It was cool on his skin as it clung to his face. He'd seen many girls use face masks like this In Movies and in real life but now that he was using one he was not the biggest fan. Something about it just gave him an overly feminine vibe that he just was not behind.

"What choice do I have, you kinda but me in a position to have to try" he told her as he looked down to his cage. In a few moments he watched as she laid down, he did the same beside her. Both of them wearing their face masks. "To be honest I don't really have kinks, never tried anything. I'm just a plain vanilla sex kinda guy. I know I like being in control." He told her as they stared at the ceiling. A question popped into his head "Do you really plan on essentially feminizing me? It seems like your wanting a girlfriend." He told her as he rolled his head to look at her.

he didn't exactly know how long he'd be here or how much she planned to do with him. All he knew was he was in for some sort of experience. For better or worse.

Irene listened as he spoke before she turned to lay on her side and lifted her head with arm and hand. "I know we just met, but trust me. I don't want a girlfriend. I want you. Just do this. Learn from this." She moved closer to him. "Plus, the cage isn't permanent, it's going to come off at least 2-3 times a day. I do have needs after all." She said as she ran her finger along the cage playfully, not wanting to be mean but have a little fun teasing him.

"The plan is for you to see this side of the coin as well. What it's like for women, plus you have beautiful skin," She said running it along his naked chest. "You have incredible hair." She said running her hands through it. "Plus, it's not going to be that bad, really. I will keep you busy." She stated with a playful wink as she looked at him with a nod of her head.

Leaning over she kissed him, her lips touching his, their face masks should have dried some that they wouldn't have moved but she wanted him to feel her lips. "You fantasized about me. This is part of me." She said when breaking the kiss. "I like things kinky. Vanilla is a bit boring, don't you think?" She ran her index fingers in circles around his nips. "I have so many dreams and plans for us."

Taylor continued to listen as the mask dried. He hated that he kinda got a kick out of her teasing him. He hand touching the cage got his blood flowing once again. She was in fact a beautiful woman but she was quite complex he had to accept her answer for what was it was. He laid back and accepted her kiss. Her comment about vanilla sex made almost raise his eyebrows if not for the mask. Her finger slowly circled his nipples. It admittedly did turn him on. "Mind cluing me in on some of these dreams and plans, or am I just going to be blindsided the whole way?" He questioned.

He could feel his body shiver a bit as the air circulated in the house. Small goosebumps began to form on his bare skin. He felt his Vick strain into the cage. The culmination of the two was very irritating to him. He closed his eyes for a few moments. Eventually to open them, he was to rested and too cold to sleep. "Listen I'm not really into this whole thing that you have planned for me but can we do something because I can't sleep.I'm far to cold for this and I don't know what else to do. So what do you do on nights you can't sleep?" He questioned.

Irene looked at him he was such a young lad and she wasn't doubting the parenting skills of his mother, but she was questioning why he was the way he was. Why could he be so mean? Why could he be so cruel? She had questions about him and it seemed she had to learn a lot about him yet.

She listened to his question and couldn't help but laugh. "Taylor, I could tell you but what is the likelihood you are going to be more difficult and put up a fuss, if you are surprised you don't have time to think you just have time to do, and love it. If you don't love it at the end of the year... I will give you something you want the most, name it and it's yours?" She said looking st him with a nod of her head.

"What do you want? Normally when I have my face mask I tend to sleep in it. But you aren't sleepy yet, did you want me to do your nails or did you want me to bring you to a nail and hair salon tomorrow. Or I can call Ramone, he is my hairdresser and he is brilliant. Man he is so much fun too. Always knows how to have a good time, I think you would like him."


A young man with beautiful skin and remarkable hair. He's naturally dominant, preferring control in his relationships and sexual encounters. However, he can also be mean and cruel at times, hinting at a certain arrogance or immaturity. Despite his initial resistance to new experiences, he shows an ability to adapt when faced with unusual situations. His lack of knowledge about feminine routines suggests that he has led a traditionally masculine lifestyle up until this point. His reactions reveal both curiosity and anxiety towards the changes being imposed on him. Overall, he is a complex character struggling with unexpected shifts in his relationship dynamics and personal identity.

Irene looked at him he was such a young lad and she wasn't doubting the parenting skills of his mother, but she was questioning why he was the way he was. Why could he be so mean? Why could he be so cruel? She had questions about him and it seemed she had to learn a lot about him yet.

She listened to his question and couldn't help but laugh. "Taylor, I could tell you but what is the likelihood you are going to be more difficult and put up a fuss, if you are surprised you don't have time to think you just have time to do, and love it. If you don't love it at the end of the year... I will give you something you want the most, name it and it's yours?" She said looking st him with a nod of her head.

"What do you want? Normally when I have my face mask I tend to sleep in it. But you aren't sleepy yet, did you want me to do your nails or did you want me to bring you to a nail and hair salon tomorrow. Or I can call Ramone, he is my hairdresser and he is brilliant. Man he is so much fun too. Always knows how to have a good time, I think you would like him."

Taylor nodded at her. "Trust me I know the deal, I'm just... I don't know anymore." He added as he sat upright. Her answer to his question threw him a bit of a curve. "There is no way that I'm going to a salon or having some dude come in here an do something equally as embarrassing!" He told her. He sat on her bed thinking of how to fix his situation. He didn't know exactly what they were going to do at this point. He took a deep breath in "Fine Irene I'll try, will do my nails? Also if we're doing this can I go change into some of my sleep clothes or Is that against your plans?" He asked.

He slid toward the bottom of the bed. Ready to go to the next room to get a change of clothes if she would allow him. The cage felt very odd as he slid across the bed. Her idea of doing his nails made him cringe a bit but if trying got him out of the cage he was at least going to give what she asked a shot. She quite literally had him by the balls at this point to and his sex life relied on her mercy. So he was being a bit more cooperative than normal.