Still as a person, for this one last talk, to ask him to break you

Approaching the manor and using a touch of magic charm to get the servant who answers the door to take you to meet the Lord is barely worth mentioning, really. You're brought to a reasonably-appointed room and told to wait for the Lord to finish his current business, which you graciously agree to before sinking onto the couch. The servant exits, and you are left alone.

It takes a few minutes for the Lord to come to see you. Not unexpected, he is a busy man, but you still find yourself rubbing your thighs together impatiently. A part of you wishes you had gone with your other plan and presented yourself as no more than an animal to start with, but at the same time you know that this will be more satisfying in the end.

In due time the Lord enters - and pauses as soon as he sees you. You can see faint hints of lust in his expression already, and you smile at that before demurely looking down to your lap. He comes back to himself enough to take a seat shortly after that. "I welcome you to Ardsworth Manor," he says. "May I ask who you are, Miss?"

You look up at him again and smile, allowing the glamor you had hiding your tails to fade away. The Lord inhales sharply, and the lust in his gaze is even more palpable than before. "I am a kitsune," you confirm the evidence of his eyes. "My name is... unimportant, for reasons you will understand shortly. And I would like to offer you something."

It takes a moment longer for the Lord to draw his gaze from your tails back to your face. "And what would that be?" he asks.

"You have been seeing me in your dreams?" you respond. You already know the answer, but the sharpening of his gaze when he nods is satisfying. Reaching between your breasts, you produce a leather collar. A complex piece of work, with multiple D-rings around the edges, runes and incantations meant to lock away your powers and to raise your libido and sensitivity to new heights inscribed along the inside of the band, and made to be just too tight to ignore when fastened upon your throat. You place it on the table between you, never breaking eye contact with the Lord. His gaze follows the collar until you release it, before it returns to you.

"I want you to break me," you say. "I want you to take me and own me, to make me into nothing more than a toy and animal for you to hunt and use for your amusement. Nothing more than a bitch in heat, a fuck-fox for you to enjoy. And in return for making me that..." you caress your body, drawing his attention fully to your body's curves. "I offer you all of me, to do with however you will."

The heat of the Lord's gaze rests on you for a long while, almost feeling like it will scorch through the layer of cloth between you and the world. Then he stands, and you suppress a momentary fear that he has no interest in your offer. Then he picks up the collar and steps towards you, and the fear melts away in satisfaction. Obligingly you lift your hair away from your neck to let him loop your collar around your neck, where it fastens with a small click. It is as tight as you knew it would be, and you love it. You were damp before, but already as you smile up at your Lord you feel yourself growing wetter, your enchantments taking effect upon your body.

Your Lord hooks a finger through one of the D-rings on your collar and pulls you to your feet. There will be time to attach a lead or leash later, if he so desires. For now he tugs you to the door, and you follow happily.