In the morning...

Ara murmured subconsciously, tossing and turning. She was deep into her slumber, rolling from her back onto her side restless stir. "Hnh.. Where am I?" She mumbled, battling her eyes as she fought yesterday's fatigue away. With a soft yawn, she sat up, stretching her sore muscles, and then glanced around the room she'd found herself in.

With all that had happened to her, she was surprised to find that it resembled a normal bedroom. A wardrobe, a mirror, and a dresser, not to mention the soft, silk-like bed she found herself on. It was a surprise but a welcomed one. Ara scooted towards the edge of the bed, pushing herself off and tensing as her feet touched the cold, wooden floor.

"Ah.." She groaned, grinding her teeth as a headache sat in. The top right side of her head throbbed, and she ran her fingers over it, pulling away as another spike of pain hit her. It wasn't physical pain, thankfully, but rather the effects of the inhibitor collar. It would, hopefully, subside over time and she'd once again feel normal.

With another soft groan, she made her way to the wardrobe, inspecting the basic wooden furniture. The wardrobe consisted of two doors and three drawers, and the left side door had already been left open a crack, as if welcoming her to investigate. Ara took the invitation, opened the doors the rest of the way, and peered in. Several outfits hung up along a rack with lingerie, underwear, and other small accessories along the bed of the wardrobe.

Most, if not all, of its contents would've been considered scandalous within her own culture, and she shuddered, avoiding the thoughts that began brewing. Backing away, she made her way to the dresser and checked it out, finding its contents to be a little more normal, mainly consisting of the necessities. "This seems.. rather prepared," Ara thought, silently combing through each compartment of every drawer.

A knock at the door paused her exploration. She gulped, turning to face it as it opened a moment later. "Ah, you're awake now? That's good," he started. I was surprised that your collar had such a heavy effect on you."

Ara nodded, stepping back as he paced a few steps into the room. "effect?.. You mean me passing out?"

"Mm, essentially," He responded, "Anyways, go get dressed, pet; you got a long day ahead of you."

Ara's ears twitched, and she found herself glancing towards the ground. With a soft nod, she walked towards the dresser and pulled the first outfit she saw out, setting it on the adjacent table. Ara could feel her Master's eyes watching her, almost studying her, and her cheeks blushed pink with a mixture of nervousness and some embarrassment.

Ara slid on a pair of panties, followed by a short thigh-level skirt and then a top that did little to cover her midriff or her chest. These weren't clothes that she'd wear of her own volition, but it wasn't like she had better alternatives; everything in the wardrobe ranged from scandalous to even what she'd considered sluttish.

"You look good, pet, but we're not done yet. Lean over the bed and get your legs spread," he commanded. Ara walked to the edge of the bed, arching down as she pressed her chest into the mattress, raising her rear upwards with her legs open. She waited in awkward silence, letting her mind wander and turn over every thought before she felt his familiar hands grip her waist.

Ara froze up, feeling her panties being pulled down before a cold, wet liquid splashed on her ass. "M-master?" She mumbled, opening her mouth to speak just as she felt a finger slide into her tight hole, "Aagh.."

"Shh, pet, I'm trying to make this go in easily."

She bit her lip, feeling a gentle moan escape as a second finger entered her ass, stretching her hole open just a little before pulling out with a soft pop. She breathed a sigh of relief, only for the calm to be broken by the kiss of a cold, metallic object being pressed against her asshole. She yelped, rocking her hips as her Master applied a little more ****, holding her still as he slipped the tip in, followed by the rest of the plug, letting her hole squeeze it snugly.

Ara whimpered, feeling her ass stretch to accommodate the toy, and then felt the hands of her Master pulling her off the bed. He dragged her over to the mirror, letting her see the tail plug he'd inserted in, a silky, white animal tail. "I did say you were a pet, after all, so you might as well look the part," he chuckled, groping her ass while Ara's face turned a deeper shade, too shy to look at her appearance in the mirror.

Almost fifteen minutes later, Ara was again led through the streets, crawling on all fours as she'd been ordered. Just like the first time, she caught the eyes of several people, who gawked and stared at the elf-girl being led around on a leash like a pet. By this time, though, she was already coming to terms with the embarrassment of the situation and was not any happier about it.

He led her down the street, passing through a market square, and the two ended up adjacent to a tavern. "Be on your best behavior, e;f."

He led her inside, and Ara sighed, feeling the warm tavern air wash over her. Her Master tugged her leash, encouraging her to keep pace as the two approached the owner. "So that's her," the voice spoke. Ara kept her eyes on the floor, rolling them. "Yep."

"Well, send her to the backroom then, and we can head to my office."

Her Master looked down towards Ara, tugging on her leash upwards. Ara quickly stood up, keeping her eyes on her Master as he pointed towards a room off to the end of the tavern, sending her off in its direction. Ara approached the door, stepped in, and came face to face with another girl. "Oh! Excuse me, please," the scantily-clad girl spoke, quickly stepping to the side and out of the room.

Ara's eyes widened as worry once again returned. She caught sight of another girl within the room as well, collared like her and Ara made an intentional effort to maintain some distance. "Fuck, please come back soon," she thought, tucking her legs against her chest.

The room's layout was off-putting, though Ara couldn't precisely decide why that was. All it had was a large bed, a couch, and a table with a chair, nothing of an insidious nature nor anything that looked outstandingly evil. However, it just didn't feel right.

The door opened a moment later, and a man stepped in. It wasn't her Master or the tavern owner but likely one of the patrons. He approached the other girl, passing her several coins and grabbing hold of her collar, leading her to the bed. Ara glanced away, avoiding wandering eyes as she kept her eyes on the floor. Footsteps approached her, and she felt her heartbeat begin to rise. "Come on, I paid for both of you," he spoke.

Ara's heart skipped a beat, and she made eye contact with the patron. He grabbed her collar without another word, pulling Ara up to her feet and led her over to the bed, where the other girl was laying. The second girl caught her eye, and the two made eye contact, exchanging silent words. "I get half an hour with you both," he spoke again.