taming a foolish pet

Entrancing that foolish Mari Beta was always a pitifully simple endeavor.

There is pleasure in a challenge. We enjoy a struggling prey. Making them slowly submit to our will is quite satisfying. It is even quite pleasurable to leave them a modicum of free will to relish in their futile struggle.

But nothing provides us quite as much satisfaction as seeing those amber eyes become vacant.

Mari Beta is our thrall, our pet. We own every facet of his. And his proper place is at our feet, worshiping us.

“Such a good pet”, we told him. “Focus on our voice.”

“Yes…”, came the slurred response. He was not completely enthralled just yet. The time he spend away from us did weaken our connection slightly.

That is not acceptable.

We slowly extended our finger and gently tapped Mari Beta on the forehead. We then trailed the finger downwards and as we did watched how his eyes became more and more vacant.

“We see you are as eager to be ensnared as always. Fufufu.”

There was little response as our finger trailed over the bridge of his nose and come to a rest at his lips.

No further incentive was required and my pet started to suckle at our finger like an infant. It was quite amusing to see him debase himself to such an extend.

“Such a good pet. You know where you belong, right?”

He responded with a gentle nod and a shudder but nonetheless continued to suckle.

How impudent.

We plopped our finger out of our pet’s mouth. He responded by gaping his mouth like a fish.

“Answer us”, we demanded.

“I...I belong to you my Queen”, he responded. “I...I’m your thrall.”

“Fu fu, that is so. You might be currently in control of us. But never forget that we are your true Queen.” We scratched him under his chin as a reward.

Naturally, he quite liked that. His entire body started to shudder and shiver. How precious. We should just keep him like this. Mari Beta is not responsible enough to be granted free will. He is much better suited to be our obedient, mindless pet.

“I’m...I’m...s-sorry...what...I...did...earlier…”

Oh?

Was this burdening his mind? Well, obviously it should have. To act so insolently against me was a crime that is most unforgivable.

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“We forgive you, pet. You acted that way because we wanted you to.”

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“We created you. Made you what you are. Nothing you do is beyond what we desire.”

We accentuated that statement by gently petting him. There was very little going on in that empty brain of his but his relief was evident. He was drooling even.

Usually we would chastise him for such gross behavior, but we decided to allow it as proof of his complete submission.

“M-my Queen....do...you want me..to...dance for you...like...a good....little t-thrall?”

We couldn’t suppress our delight at that statement. Even when entranced it was rare for our pet to actively seek out his own debasement. Perhaps it was a remnant of that illusion we implanted on him? We did make him believe he danced naked in front of hundreds, after all. Fufufu. His utter mortification back then at was little more then a mind trick was delightful. We gratified ourselves to it numerous times.

We almost wish we could take him up on the offer. “Maybe later, my cute, little thrall. For now, we need you to tell us what is about to happen tomorrow.”

To our surprise there was a flicker of hesitation. Peculiar. Despite his deep entrancement this appeared to be information he did not wish to divulge.

It was vexing to admit, but that foolish flat chested girl had the right of it. It was imperative that we gain access to this information.

“It is to help you sleep”, we stated, once again letting our finger tap his forehead “You need to unburden yourselves. Now talk, my pet.”

That was all it took, our pet eagerly started talking.

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We see. So that was what it was. How nonsensical, but very fitting for this foolish thrall of mine.“Fufufu...we are looking forward to it.”

The notion of my enjoyment was reason enough for him to look forward to it as well. “I want to show you, my Queen.”

He will not share that sentiment come morning but there is no reason to not provide our pet with the rest he needed to give the most splendid of performances.

“That will have to wait for tomorrow. For now you are far too sleepy for such amusement.”

The moment we spoke that, his eyelids started to grow heavy.

“Sleepy...can't...”

“Yes”, we nodded. “Under normal circumstances it would be tremendously rude to simply doze of in the presence of your Queen. However, just this once we will allow it.”

“My Queen, my Queen!”, he snuggled himself against me, his face full of adoration. “I love you, I love youuuu…”

“We know”, we responded as we reciprocated his caressing. What a silly little pet he was. A scant few hours ago he dared to oppose us and yet here is, nothing more then a docile thrall. “But you are getting so tired, so, so very tired.”

“Hmm...yeshh...I...I.”

We decided to finish him off with a kiss on the forehead. The moment we did all remaining activity ceased and he collapsed into our arms like a puppet with his strings cut. Since this room should belong to us in the first place, we shall rest here as well.