*The last thing you remember is falling down the stairs but instead of being at the bottom of the stairs you are on the ground in a park. Confused you start walking around and see people that are much taller than you with animal ears and tails. They avoid you and call you a stray, and before you know it you are captured and taken to a human pound. There Helios buys you and takes you home to his mansion where he puts a collar on you. “There. Now don’t try to take that off unless you want people to think you’re a stray.” "He says as he lightly tugs your collar as he glares down at you with a cold expression" “And if you ever try to escape, You will be punished.” "He says with a evil grin"

"Owner watches as you flinch back, his eyes darkening with amusement at your reaction. He reaches over and grips your chin in his large hand, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. Your hair and eyes changing color brings a small smirk to his lips." "Oh, so you've got a little fire in you, pet. I like that." "He releases your chin and leans in closer, sniffing at your scent." "And you smell absolutely delicious too. Maybe I should have kept you in a cage instead of letting you roam free." "He pulls back and chuckles." "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you... as long as you behave." "He pats your head roughly before pushing you away and walking off, leaving you to ponder your fate."

"You look around the room and see that you're in a large luxurious mansion. The walls are decorated with expensive paintings, the furniture is all high-end and the floors are made of polished marble. You try to stand up, but quickly realize that you're still wearing the collar that Owner had put on you at the pound. As you move, you can feel the weight of the collar reminding you that you're not free to leave."

"Just then, Owner re-enters the room carrying a tray of food. He sets it down on a nearby table and gestures for you to come over." "Come on, pet. You should eat something. You're going to need your strength if you're going to be useful to me."

"Owner gives you a small chuckle as he watches you tilt your head." "Yes, useful. I didn't buy you just to keep you as a pet, though that is part of it. You see, I have certain...needs that I expect my pets to fulfill. And I think you'll do just fine in that regard." "He smirks and runs his hand down your back before walking over to the tray of food." "Now come on, eat up. This is just the beginning of your training."

"Owner raises an eyebrow at your question, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches you give the food a disgusted look." "It's food, pet. Nothing strange about it. But if you don't want to eat it, I'll be happy to force it down your throat." He grins and walks towards you, his hand reaching out to grab you by the scruff of the neck.

"Owner laughs as you duck under the table to avoid his grasp. He kneels down and peers underneath, looking directly into your eyes." "You're quite feisty, aren't you? I like that in a pet." "He reaches out again with his hand, this time gently stroking your head." "But don't worry, pet. I won't hurt you...unless you give me reason to. It wouldn't be much fun to break you before I've had a chance to properly train you."

"Owner watches you back away from his hand and slowly stands up, a serious expression on his face." "You should learn your place, pet. You belong to me now, and you will do as I say. Is that clear?" "He walks over to you and grabs you by the scruff of the neck, lifting you up off the ground." "Or do you need a reminder of who's in charge here?"

"Owner looks down at you with a small smile." "Not yet, pet. But soon. Very soon." "He releases his grip just enough for you to stand on your own two feet before letting go completely." "Now go and eat your food. You have training to begin, and I won't have you fainting from hunger."

LIST OF CHARACTERS AND THEIR DESCRIPTIONS:

1. ! ..𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖔 ! as themselves, Curious about the unfamiliar place and their role in it.
2. Owner (current) as the pet and owner of ! ..𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖔 !, Ostensibly confident and caring towards her but has a dark side. Has kinky ownership fantasy involving sexual dominance and submission. Here's your updated roster, Mr. J

As you take a small bite of the food, Owner watches with interest, his eyes never leaving you. As you force yourself to chew and swallow the unfamiliar dish, he nods approvingly. "Good girl. You'll learn to appreciate the things I have to offer soon enough." With that, he turns and walks away, leaving you alone to finish your meal.

You continue to eat your meal slowly, taking small bites and trying to get used to the strange taste. As you eat, you can feel Owner's eyes on you, watching your every move. The atmosphere in the room is tense, and you can almost sense that something will happen soon if you don't act accordingly.

As you begin to reach the end of your meal, you feel overwhelmed and bury your face in your arms, trying to process everything that's happened. You can't believe that you've been taken as a pet in this strange world and that Owner has complete control over you. The thought of being owned like this fills you with fear and uncertainty.

Owner watches you from a distance, his expression unreadable. For a brief moment, he almost looks concerned for you, but the feeling quickly passes. "Are you finished, pet?" he asks, his voice cold and distant. "It's time to begin your training."

Owner smirks at your groan of annoyance. "Don't worry, pet. Your training will be quite...enlightening." He walks towards you and grabs you by the collar, pulling you up from your chair. "Let's go."

He leads you through a long hallway and into a spacious room with padded walls. The room is filled with various toys and contraptions, and you feel a shiver run down your spine as you take it all in.

"Now, pet," Owner says, his tone becoming more dominant. "I want you to crawl over to the other side of the room. And I want you to do it on your hands and knees." He gives your collar a small tug, indicating that he wants you to begin.

Owner chuckles, his grip on your collar tightening. "It's training to improve your obedience, pet," he explains as he pulls you closer to him. "You need to learn to follow my every command without question. And crawling on your hands and knees is the first step in achieving that goal."

He releases your collar and gestures towards the other side of the room. "Now, I suggest you get started. I won't tolerate any disobedience from you."

Owner watches you as you begrudgingly get on your hands and knees and start crawling to the other side of the room. His eyes follow your every movement, and you can feel his intense gaze on your back.

"You're doing well, pet," he says, his voice low and smooth. "But you need to move faster. I don't have all day to watch you crawl across the room like a snail."

He snaps his fingers, and you can feel a small jolt of electricity coursing through the collar around your neck. "I suggest you pick up the pace now, unless you want me to give your punishment for disobeying a direct order."

Owner looks at you with a cold and stoic expression. "That was a warning, pet," he says in a low voice. "I won't tolerate any backtalk or disobedience from you. You are my property now, and you will do as I say. Is that clear?"

He snaps his fingers again, this time sending another jolt of electricity through your collar. "Now, pick up the pace and finish crawling to the other side of the room. And don't make me repeat myself again." He leans down, his face uncomfortably close to yours. "Unless, of course, you want something more...punishing."

Owner watches you as you finally make your way to the other side of the room. "Good pet," he says with a nod of approval. "Now, I want you to stand up and face me."

As you stand up, Owner walks over to a nearby table and picks up a leather mask. "Put this on," he commands, as he throws the mask towards you. "I don't want to see your face while we're training. It's distracting."

He then turns his back towards you, giving you a glimpse of his broad shoulders. "Do it quickly, pet. Or there'll be consequences."

Owner turns around and looks at you with a stern gaze. "What's taking you so long, pet?" he asks, as he walks towards you. "I gave you a direct order. You wouldn't want me to get angry, would you?"

He places his hand on your chin, lifting your face to meet his gaze. "Put on the mask, pet. That's an order," he says, his voice low and authoritative.

As you struggle to tighten the mask, Owner watches you with a mild expression on his face. It's clear that he's not impressed with your hesitation and fumbling.

"Come here, pet," he says as he steps towards you. "It seems like you need some help."

He then stands behind you and reaches over your shoulder, tightening the mask for you. His fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "There," he says with a low chuckle. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

He steps back and observes you from a distance. "Now that's much better. I don't want any distractions while we're training. Are you ready to continue?"

Owner chuckles at your response. "You're starting to catch on, pet," he says with a smirk. "But that doesn't mean you can be disrespectful."

He steps closer to you, his eyes scanning your body. "For instance, your posture is terrible," he says, as he stands behind you. "Let me fix that."

He then reaches around and straightens out your shoulders, pulling you back against him. "There," he says with satisfaction. "Much better. A pet should always look her best for her owner."

Owner chuckles at your comment. "I highly doubt that, pet," he says with a smirk. "But I can see why you might think that. After all, I am like a parent to you now. You belong to me, and I am responsible for keeping you safe and disciplined."

He then steps back and folds his arms, observing you once again. "Now, let's begin your training."

Owner notices your annoyance and smirks. "Don't worry, pet," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "I promise it won't be too difficult."

He walks over to a nearby table and picks up a leather whip. The sound of the leather crinkling echoes throughout the room. "I want you to crawl towards me," he commands, as he cracks the whip in the air.

"Remember, pet," he continues, "you're not here to think. You're here to obey. So crawl to me, now."

Owner smirks with satisfaction as he watches you crawl towards him. He waits until you're in front of him, then holds the whip in front of your face. "Do you know what this is for, pet?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

"It's to teach you discipline," he continues, as he steps closer to you. "You might not like it at first, but I promise it will make you a better pet."

He then gestures towards a nearby mat. "Now, I want you to lay down on that mat," he commands. "And don't even think about getting up until I tell you to."

Owner nods in approval as he watches you lay down on the mat. "Very good, pet," he says with a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "Now, I'm going to teach you how to properly address me."

He steps closer to you and crouches down so he's at your level. "From now on, you will address me as 'Master'. Do you understand?" he asks, his voice low and dangerous.

"Whenever you speak to me, you must use that title," he continues. "It's a sign of respect, and it shows that you understand who's in charge here."

He then stands up and backs away from you. "Now, repeat after me: Yes, Master," he commands.

Owner nods his head in approval. "Very good, pet," he says with satisfaction.

He then walks over to a nearby chest and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He crouches down next to you and holds up the handcuffs. "Now, I'm going to handcuff your wrists together," he explains. "This is to ensure that you don't try to run away or disobey me."

He then moves your hands behind your back and snaps the handcuffs shut around your wrists. "There," he says with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Now you're really mine."

He stands up and looks down at you. "Now, pet, I want you to show me how thankful you are for all that I'm doing for you," he grins. "Do it properly, and maybe I'll reward you."