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but that was it. She didn’t object, or try to pull away. She was completely mine.

She’d taken the vow before I’d collared her, of course, but words were easy to say. It was another thing to live up to them.

My  Jonna had the power of her convictions. Which was more than I could say for many wannabe pets that I’d met.

“Are you hungry? Or would you like to start training?” I asked her.

“Training,” she said immediately.

There were two ways that word could have been used, but she seemed equally up for either one, whether it meant job training, or training as my pet.

I really did love thinking of her as my pet. It was much better than ‘submissive’ or ‘slave.’ The word ‘pet’ accurately reflected the love, loyalty and dedication involved in the lifestyle which, in more cases than not, entailed no element of servitude. One had to have a choice before they could effectively give it up.

People wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I was steeped in philosophy, especially the sort of existentialism that deals with power dynamics. Not because I was in any way persuaded by it, but because it was best to know what tune the devil was playing.

Before Autumn Corrosion really went anywhere, I’d applied to a few different colleges, getting accepted to many, mostly on the strength of my essays, which poked some cave-sized holes in Hegel and Foucault. Then we got our first tour, and I had had a very difficult choice to make.

Of course, I’d chosen the music. But I still hung onto the study of philosophy in my own way.

Before Jonna could get wrinkly, I got her out of the tub and dried her off, my sweet little pet standing perfectly still, letting me touch and move her exactly how I saw fit. Wrapping her hair in a fresh towel, I swaddled Jonna in a soft, silk robe, doing the belt up snug.

Taking her by the hand, I led her to the dining room to fuel up for the coming day. She had said she wasn’t too hungry but I wanted to make sure she was able to focus.

Fun was fun, by definition, but there was still work to be done. I was Jonna’s mentor as well as her master and took both roles equally seriously. After she was sufficiently fucked, bathed and fed, reality started to assert itself once more.

“More demo notes, master?” Jonna asked quietly.

“Not exactly. Another way we find artists is looking through self-published videos online,” I told her. “A lot of it sucks or is derivative, especially the covers. Every so often, though, something truly wonderful and original, something slightly raw, comes up. That’s what I’m looking for. Something that could be great with proper production. I already know you have great taste, so maybe you can find it for me.”

Her cheeks flushed a lovely pink at my compliment.

“Thank you, sir.”

I pulled up a search engine and gave her one of my Moleskines and a fountain pen, and left her to it.

It hurt to close the door. I already didn’t like being away from her. It was bad enough when we were in the office and would go home at night. Having her living here with me was almost worse because she needed to be trained. In both senses of the word, one of which meant spending time apart.

I cheated, though only just a little. Technically, I was supposed to wait until noon on the dot. That was the schedule I’d set for myself when it came to training her in the work arena, but it was easier written than done. By half-past eleven I was almost aching for her, despite it a little under three hours. Still, needs must.

She was working away when I came in, a good five pages of the Moleskine filled with her tight handwriting, each one detailing the advantages, as well as the weaknesses, of an artist she had found.

I cupped the back of her neck, and Jonna craned her head back, nearly moaning with pleasure at even my simplest little touch.

“Lunchtime,” I said, making it a statement as opposed to a request.

I probably didn’t need to be firm with her. She’d already shown herself perfectly capable of following directions. Still, it was important to assert and then reassert dominance, so she could get used to it.

As had become my habit, I scooped her from the chair into my arms, and carried her from the office. I liked the intimacy of holding her close to me, as well as knowing she was completely under my power. From the way she trembled, I figured she liked it as well.

“Smells good, master,” she said, as lunch was prepared.

I doubted she could actually smell the salad I was tossing, or the sandwiches already assembled, but I still decided to take it as a compliment. Not least because I didn’t feel like spanking her for fibbing. I was in too good a mood.

Sitting down next to her, Jonna turned to me, mouth already open as I fed her, first with my hand, and then with a fork. Her own hands remaining folded politely on her lap.

“I have a present for you,” I said, when all the food was gone.

“Another one, master?”

“Yes, you have been very good, pet.”

I picked up the box from where I’d hidden it on the next chair while she was still working earlier. I was relieved that she hadn’t seen it as I sat her down.

Giddy with excitement, my sweet pet undid the carefully tied ribbon, and slid the lid up off the box, allowing her to look inside.

“What is it, master?” she asked me.

“You mean you’ve never seen one before?”

She shook her head ‘no.’ I had the feeling that she was inexperienced, but I’d never

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