Set some house rules.

As I looked at her, it dawned on me that she belonged to me completely. Simply because I had claimed her. She was a piece of property not unlike a painting or a DVD player. She had value as a thing, insofar as she was useful or beautiful.

I'd never had a proper **** before. A full-time, live-in, no limits ****. Sure, I enjoyed a great deal of dominant play with a lot of people, and I had had a few brief relationships in which I was the domme, but this was something else entirely. I owned Sarah, and it was up to me to make her into something worth keeping.

I realized I hadn't planned this far ahead, and wasn't prepared to actually house a pet. I didn't have a plan for rules and expectations, like I would with a client. Normally those would be formed after some conversation, some negotiation, and getting to know what the client wanted. Here, Sarah didn't factor in. This was all about what I wanted. I could even enjoy some things normally considered inappropriate or sadistic that very few clients ever allowed. I could tattoo her, give her a boob job. Whatever I wanted!

I grinned. Oh, I was going to have some fun with this. I would need to sit down and make a full list at some point, but Sarah needed some ground rules right off. It was always good to give the **** some structure on which to focus, to reinforce their station.

"Alright, ****. Listen up." I adopted an authoritative tone to my voice.

She raised her eyes to mine, not wanting a repeat of her punishment for being unresponsive. "Yes, I'm listening!"

"I've decided to keep you. And that means you're going to be spending a lot of time here. In my private space. So you're going to follow my rules, or you're going to be punished. This is not a negotiation. Is that clear?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Very clear. I will do my best!"

I could tell she was already realizing that clear expectations meant fewer opportunities to bungle her way into a painful lesson. Maybe she wasn't so stupid after all.

"Good. First of all, you are not to ever set foot outside of this apartment unsupervised unless I specifically tell you to. The world is still figuring out what to do with this new dynamic, and you belong to me. No one is going to weasel you away from me. You will swallow my cum twice daily to ensure you never recover from your current state."

She nodded again, fully accepting of these terms. "Of course. I won't go anywhere. I'm all yours."

I pursed my lips. "Second, you are to address me more formally. When you speak to me, you must use my name or a title, such as Mistress or ma'am. During formal time, you will only address me as Miss Tabitha. From this moment forward, any omission will be punished."

"Yes, mistress." She responded. The words felt natural to me but she seemed unfamiliar with the feel of them on her tongue. That'd pass.

I smiled, taking a moment to appreciate how cute she was, bound on her knees, eagerly submitting to my every whim. I reached down and cupped one of her cute B-cup breasts, teasing the nipple affectionately.

She gasped with delight but didn't shy away from my touch. Good. She knew better than to protest a pleasurable touch when it was just as likely that I would touch her to hurt her.

"Third. You will never don a scrap of clothing without being explicitly instructed to do so. If I see you wearing so much as an earring without permission you will be severely punished. And you will maintain a strict hygiene regiment to be assigned later."

"Yes, mistress." She actually seemed excited by my rules. Her eyes shone with an eagerness to become the **** I was describing. This bitch was wasted out there, as a free person. I made an effort to not let myself get drawn in by her adorableness.

"And finally... You will only be kept so long as you are useful to me. Please me, serve me, obey me. Be useful and beautiful and you will have a home here. I have no interest in a broken toaster and I will not hesitate to discard you if you become a bore or a burden."

She swallowed. That one fell heavily on her shoulders. "Y-yes, mistress. I will do my best to please you."

I cupped her chin and tilted her head back to command her full attention. "I expect nothing less. You may not always enjoy pleasing me, little one, but I promise you will always regret displeasing me. Learn this and we will have no problems."

"Yes, mistress! Please don't discard me." She actually looked frightened of the prospect.

It was a heady thing, to be so totally possessive of another life. I smiled and released her. "That's largely going to be up to you, I'd say. Now, since I'm feeling playful today, I'm going to give you a choice for what happens next." I clipped the end of my chain leash to her collar as I spoke, knowing full well she wouldn't be able to crawl very well, bound as she was. I just enjoyed having her on the end of a leash.

"You can have a shower and a nap right now, but you will not be allowed to speak, stand, or come for three days. Or, we can go into my playroom where I will tie you to my spanking bench, stuff a vibrator in both of your holes, and flog you until you come five times or pass out. Choose one now, or I'll pick a third option in ten seconds and it will involve blood."

Sarah gaped, but her eyes searched quickly as she considered the options. Time was running out.