You take a few precautions.

I think I woke up this morning earlier than I ever have before. I wasn't really able to sleep after thinking about what was in store for today. Which I feel like is understandable. It's not everyday you claim ownership over your older sister.

As I hop out of bed, I notice Rose is still laying there, completely motionless. Huh. Guess she's still asleep. Normally, she's up before I am, so that must prove how early I got out of bed today. Anyway, I quickly get dressed and head downstairs. And there she is: the girl of the day, standing in the kitchen, working on some breakfast. She smiles when she sees me sit down at the table.

"Good morning! Want something to eat? I made plenty," Michelle says cheerfully.

I nod and not long after, I have a plate of food in front of me. I can tell she's been working on her cooking, since the quality of everything she's made has only improved since she took over meal preparations from Mom. I'm especially impressed with today's breakfast.

We spend a bit of time chatting, just the two of us, which turns out to be pretty nice. It's funny. She has no idea what's going to happen later today. I can't wait to see her reaction. And speaking of which...

"Hey, Michelle? I was wondering if you could call in sick from work today," I throw out.

"Um... if you want me to, then of course I can. Any reason in particular or just because you said so?" Michelle asks. She seems genuinely curious, though I'm sure she would accept it if "because I said so" was my answer. She's become very good at going along with my orders without any hassle.

"I have a surprise for you, and I don't want anything to ruin it," I respond.

Michelle seems a bit caught off guard by my answer, but after a moment, I can feel both her interest and excitement start to build.

"A surprise? Ooh, I like the sound of that. Alright, I'll call my boss once we're finished eating," she says.

And that's exactly what she does. As soon as we finish our breakfast, Michelle leaves to call her office. Luckily, she doesn't usually take too many days off, so there shouldn't be any real issue with her not showing up just this once. Although, on the flip side, she does take off enough to not draw any attention by calling in sick on any given day, unlike a certain someone I know.

We've actually gotten quite a few calls about where Mom is from her office, but we've just been ignoring them. I'm glad we've already started working on alternative streams of revenue, because I can't imagine Mom's company is going to put up with her unannounced absence much longer. But all of that's neither here nor there. Back to Michelle...

You may be wondering why exactly I told her to do that. Well, simply put, it's because of the wording of her most recent attribute. Aha! I bet you didn't think I would catch it! I may be a bit dense sometimes, but not today! Too much is on the line this time for classic Matt stupidity. I noticed that her final attribute doesn't specify who can give her a collar in order to enslave her. Granted, I can't come up with any realistic situation in which someone else would give her a collar, much less one where she would willingly put it on, but there's no way I'm taking that chance. This moment is way too important to mess up. That's why I'm making Michelle spend the day on her own.

In addition to the work thing, I also told her to keep all interactions with everyone besides me to absolute minimum. Am I being paranoid? Maybe. But when you're talking about permanent ownership, I feel like it's reasonable to have a bit of insurance.

Anyway, with Michelle taken care of until I get back, I'm ready to head out for the day. Because I woke up early, I do get a bit more time to chill out before I leave, but nothing really happens in that time. You know what that means: time to skip ahead!

After riding the bus to campus, I find Violet waiting for me as always. The two of us share a few kisses and some sweet words that come standard with being a young couple before heading to history class. We also take the opportunity to take a few jabs at the cum dumpster formerly known as Shannon. And before anyone asks, no, neither of them have a new attribute ready, which is a real shame considering that they both already have three. What can I say? After seeing the potential of what a level four attribute can be, I'm dying to see more of them.

Although, despite neither of them having a new attribute, I did find one detail when locking-on to them that I thought was worth mentioning...

- SELECTED TARGET: NAME NOT FOUND -

Huh. Guess she really was serious about that whole "I don't deserve a name" thing. Interesting...

Anyway, even if there are no new attributes between the two of them, it's not like I can't still have fun with my girlfriend and history teacher in their current states. And that's a sentiment I'm sure Violet agrees with based on her excitement as we enter the classroom.

The first thing I notice when I walk in is just how dead it is in here. Not because no one is willing to talk, which would have been the reason back when our whore of a teacher had authority. Rather, there just aren't a lot of people left actually showing up to class. Not that I blame them. If it weren't for the fact that I'm using the teacher as my own personal cock sleeve, I probably wouldn't show up either.

Speaking of my cock sleeve, when I finally turn to look at her, I notice her face is red as she stares at us. However, she doesn't seem embarrassed like she used to be. No, if anything she looks... excited to see us. With a knowing smile, Violet grabs my hand and leads us over to the front desk. Immediately as we arrive, our slut perks up.

"H-hello, Owners! I hope you both are having a good day! Although, I'm sure it's a little worse now that you have to look at a piece of shit like me. Still, I appreciate your willingness to give me attention anyway, since we all know I don't deserve it," she says.

Wow. That was... a lot for a greeting. First of all, I kind of forgot we made her call us her "owners" last time. Guess that stuck with her. Secondly, it seems that she has fully accepted her new urges for being degraded. She's not even waiting for us to insult her anymore. She's just doing it herself. Not going to lie, it's pretty hot to watch.

What happens next is a bit of a shock. Violet leans over and grabs our plaything's nipples through her shirt. The worthless girl's breath catches as Violet twists ever so slightly. I'm not sure why that series of events surprised me at this point. I should know both of these women enough to assume something like that was going to happen.

"I'm glad to see you remember your place now, loser. Any chance you still remember what I told you during our little session on Monday?" Violet asks somewhat sadistically.

"Yes, Owner. I remember perfectly. I'll get started once it's time for class, just like you told me. Thank you for keeping me in my place," our possession responds through her pleasure.

"Good. I just wanted to make sure a little dummy like you wouldn't forget," Violet says before letting go of her victim's nipples before giver her tits a firm slap, causing the woman to moan loudly.

With that cryptic conversation done, Violet takes me back to our desks. I have a feeling I already know the answer to this question, but I can't not ask it.

"What was that about?"

"Oh, just a little surprise I thought up while I was playing with that skank earlier this week. You'll see soon enough," Violet informs me with her classic coy grin.

Yeah, I saw that one coming. Violet does love her surprises, doesn't she? Still, I can never help but wonder what her plans are when she comes up with them. Whatever it is, something tells me our little bitch is about to achieve a whole new level of humiliations, though. Call it a hunch. Or maybe just call it me knowing how Violet's perverted mind works by now. Well, I guess it won't be too long before I find out. Class is about to start, after all...