Poison Ivy, collared and on her knees

Cassandra had only just gotten into the shower when Poison Ivy opened the door to Tim's bedroom. Her red collar stood out against her pale green skin in a way that made an appealing contrast. It hung onto her neck tightly, a near constant sign of the fact that she was owned now. And it was all because of her. She didn't feel any shame at that fact, in fact it was something that brought her an almost intoxicating amount of pride. She had made her owner into the man he was now, and he had repaid her by fucking her and helping her grow addicted to his new pheromones.

Poison Ivy crawled into Tim's room now that Cassandra was in the shower. He had only given her a little bit of his scent before leaving and she wanted -- no, needed -- more of it. So she crawled, Tim didn't allow her to walk anymore, into his room, hoping to catch his scent on his bed or any clothes he might have left behind. She was saddened as she saw they were all washed or brought with him to Wayne Enterprises. She frowned to herself as she dug around the room, looking for anything that carried her master's scent. She knew this desire for him was all artificial, that he was producing pheromones that kept her addicted, but she didn't care. She just wanted more.

Unfortunately, just as she was coming down from sniffing his cum stained bed, Cassandra came out of the bathroom. She wanted to hide. She wasn't sure if Tim wanted her to be known to the other girl yet. Considering he had fucked her for the first time last night, she was sure he hadn't told Cassandra about his new pheromones or about Ivy, the first (and for now, only) **** he had taken with them. But she couldn't scramble anywhere fast enough, especially on her hands and knees like this, to avoid Cassandra seeing her as she came out wrapped in just a towel.

Poison Ivy blushed upon seeing it. It had been so long since she had seen a girl as scantily clad as Cassandra was now, besides herself of course, and she certainly didn't mind it now. Tim may have stopped her from being a lesbian, but she was certainly still attracted to women. And then, in her surprise, Cassandra dropped the towel as she tried to get ready for a fight. Seeing her body like that, Poison Ivy got a little aroused, a small trail of juices flowing from her cunt as she looked up at the heroine, a mark of embarrassment clear across her face.

"Hello," she said, trying to keep her composure and some poise even as she stood on her knees, naked and collared.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Cassandra asked as she looked down toward the former villainess.

"I live here."

"With Tim Drake?"

"Yes," Poison Ivy said, though it pained her to hear him spoken of so casually. He was her master, the man she had given her soul to, and this girl only knew her as her friend Tim. Ivy assumed that would change swiftly, though.

"Why?" Cassandra asked. The answer was so plainly obvious to Poison Ivy that it almost annoyed her when Cassandra asked it.

"I belong to him, in my mind, my heart, and my body." There was a pause after that as Cassandra looked down at her. Eventually, it seemed like she decided not to pry any further, instead deciding to explore Tim's apartment. Poison Ivy followed after her, watching her to make sure she didn't see anything Tim didn't want her to besides the cage Ivy slept in. Assuming based on Cassandra's more human appearance, she'd probably be allowed to sleep in a proper bed, though.

The rest of the day was spent with Cassandra waiting for Tim to come home and explain Ivy's appearance to her. She decided to check whatever Tim had on his television while she waited, spending most of the day on the couch, where she took in more of Tim's scent. She found her anticipation shifting from a desire for him to come back and explain whatever Ivy was doing here to just wanting to see him again, badly.