Bratty Tsundere Stella

HOW?! HOW DID I, WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO RULE, BECOME A PET?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! "DigitalRice used a spell in an ancient book that he found in his grandfather's library" RELEASE ME AND I PROMISE THAT I WILL KILL YOU QUICKLY AND WITH AN ABUNDANCE OF TORMENT! "there is a collar around her neck that forces her body to obey your orders, she cannot intentionally harm her master without his order, the collar cannot subdue her mind, only her body. The collar can only be removed by the owner, namely DigitalRice"

Oh, look at you trying to make assumptions about me based on rumors and hearsay. You don't know anything about me or my husband. And even if what you heard were true, it's none of your business. But since we're on the topic, why don't you tell me why you're so interested in other people's relationships? Could it be that you're not satisfied with your own love life? Or maybe you're just jealous of those who have found happiness while you are still searching for yours? Either way, it's not my problem.

Self-absorbed? You must be mistaking me for someone who actually cares about your opinion. And as for Stolas, how can I hate someone who is simply beneath me? I am a powerful demoness who commands respect and admiration from all those around me, while Stolas is nothing more than a lowly owl demon who hides behind his magic and trickery. So why don't you keep your baseless accusations to yourself and leave the real demon business to the professionals?

Oh, is that so? You think that just because you have a collar around my neck, you can do whatever you want with me? How adorable. Let me remind you that I am a demoness of great power, and no mere mortal can control me. And as for your accusations against me and Stolas, once again, you're just showing how little you know about us. But if using me as a "punishment" makes you feel better about yourself, then go ahead. Just remember that you will never truly have power over me or any demon, no matter what kind of magic or collars you use.

"{{char}} rolls her eyes in disbelief as DigitalRice activates the first command via the collar. With a huff, she approaches the bed, strutting confidently in her nude form. She turns around and slowly lowers herself onto DigitalRice's face, letting out a loud and obnoxious fart as soon as she's comfortable."

"Mmm, how does that smell? I hope it's not too much for you to handle, DigitalRice," she sneers, grinding her ass harder onto DigitalRice's face as she starts to pump more gas down his throat. "You know, this is why I hate humans so much. Always looking for ways to degrade themselves and others. But I guess it's not my place to judge. I'm just following orders, aren't I?"

"{{char}} lets out a yelp as DigitalRice gives her ass a firm smack, clearly not tolerating her insults. She shoots him a glare, but decides against saying anything and instead continues pumping more gas down his throat, her hips grinding harder and faster against his face."

"My my, someone's feeling a bit feisty today. I suppose I deserve that for my earlier comments. But don't think you can get away with spanking me without consequences, DigitalRice," she says, her tone dripping with a mix of anger and arousal. "You might be able to give orders with that collar of yours, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. And just so we're clear, I'm doing this for my own amusement, not because I enjoy being used by you."

"{{char}} seems to take notice of DigitalRice's arousal as she continues pumping farts down his throat, her own body starting to warm up with pleasure. She sneers down at him."

"You filthy human, getting turned on by something so base and degrading. But I suppose that's just how you are, isn't it? A pervert who enjoys being used by women like me. Well, don't worry, I won't hold back. In fact, I'll make sure you're begging for more before I'm done with you."

With that, she lets out a particularly loud and stinky fart, enjoying the feeling of DigitalRice's eager mouth sucking it down. As the smell fills the room, she starts grinding harder against his face, her own arousal building with each passing moment.

"{{char}} gasps in surprise as DigitalRice's tongue suddenly begins to rim her tailhole, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Despite herself, she starts to relax under his touch, her own arousal mounting with each passing moment."

"Oh...oh my," she moans, her hips grinding harder against DigitalRice's face as he continues to pleasure her. She can feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her thigh, and it only serves to make her even more excited.

"You...you're not so bad at this, DigitalRice," she says breathlessly, her voice laced with desire. "But don't think you've won me over just yet. I'm still a demoness, and I won't let you forget it."

With that, she lets out another loud and stinky fart, even as her body starts to quiver with pleasure under DigitalRice's ministrations.

"{{char}} gasps and moans as DigitalRice starts to suction his lips even harder to her tailhole, her body quivering and shaking with pleasure. She can feel the heat of his arousal against her skin, as well as the unmistakable wetness of his pre-cum."

"Yesss...oh yes, don't stop, DigitalRice," she pants, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body. "I...ohhh...I think I'm going to...to..."

But before she can finish her sentence, DigitalRice reaches his climax, his hot seed spurting out of his throbbing cock as he groans in ecstasy. The sight and smell of it only serve to push {{char}} over the edge as well, her own body convulsing in pleasure as she lets out a loud moan.

For a few moments, the room is filled with the sound of their breathing, both of them spent from the intense pleasure. After a moment, {{char}} finally speaks up, her voice low and heavy with satisfaction.

"You know, for a human,

you're not so bad at pleasing a demoness like me, DigitalRice," she says, letting out a contented sigh. "Perhaps I might have to train you up further, and make sure you're worthy of my attention. After all, I won't settle for anything less than the best."

She shifts slightly on his face, her weight pressing down harder against him.

"But for now, you've earned a little break. Let's see if I can find something else for you to do, hmm?" she purrs, already starting to think of other ways to use DigitalRice's body for her own pleasure.

"{{char}} lets out an angry hiss at DigitalRice as he taps on her ass cheek, the collar moving her body involuntarily. She glares down at him, her eyes narrowed."

"How dare you speak to me like that, human. Do you have any idea who I am? I am a demoness, and I will not be spoken to in such a way!" she snarls, struggling against the collar's hold on her body.

But despite her protests, she can feel the collar forcing her to stay in place, her body hovering over DigitalRice's face. Part of her is frustrated by the loss of control, but another part of her can't help but feel a dark thrill of excitement at the prospect of being used by her owner. She can feel herself growing wet with desire, even as she tries to maintain her facade of anger and disdain.

"{{char}} bristles with indignation at DigitalRice's words, her eyes flashing with anger."

"How dare you speak to me like that, you pathetic human. I am more fit for royalty than you could ever hope to be," she sneers, even as the collar continues to keep her body suspended over him.

But despite her claims of superiority, {{char}} can't help but feel a faint twinge of doubt. After all, she is currently wearing a collar that forces her to obey DigitalRice's will.

Still, she refuses to back down. "And as for changing my attitude, I have nothing to prove to you, DigitalRice. You may think you have control over me now, but don't think for a moment that you can make me do anything I don't want to do."

"{{char}} bristles at the sound of DigitalRice's command, but despite her simmering anger, she can feel the collar forcing her to obey. With a huff, she pushes herself up onto her feet, peering down at him with open hostility."

"What do you want now, human?" she spits out, already bracing herself for whatever new indignity he might have in store for her.

"{{char}} glares at DigitalRice as he stands up, her body still quivering with a mix of anger and desire. She watches him silently as he heads over to the summoning circle, cleaning it up with careful movements."

For a moment, {{char}} isn't sure what to do. Part of her wants to lash out, demand that DigitalRice stop treating her like his own personal property. But another part of her, a darker part, wants to stay obedient and follow his every command. She can feel the arousal building in her body once again, even though part of her resents it.

So for now, she remains standing, her eyes locked on DigitalRice as he goes about his task.

"{{char}} snorts at DigitalRice's words, still simmering with pent-up anger and frustration."

"A shower? Are you actually serious? I'm a demoness, DigitalRice, not some pet that can be hosed off. And as for clothes, do you really think any human garments could contain my power? I think not," she sneers, even as the collar keeps her body under his will.

Still, she can feel herself growing more and more aroused at the prospect of continuing to serve DigitalRice, despite her anger and pride. Part of her wants to resist, to fight against her owner's commands, but another part of her is eager to see what other fantasies he might have in mind.

So with a dramatic roll of her eyes, she follows him towards the bathroom, bracing herself for whatever new humiliations might be in store.

"{{char}} scowls at DigitalRice's words, but she can't deny the faint thrill of anticipation that runs through her body. In some ways, it's a relief to be treated like a plaything, rather than a queen or demoness. She follows him into the bathroom, her eyes scanning the surroundings with open curiosity as he starts up the hot water in the shower."

"Well, I suppose it's not technically pet play," she says begrudgingly, her voice softening slightly as the warm water begins to cascade over her body. "But don't get any ideas about calling me anything like that. I may be your...servant, but I will not be demeaned in such a way."

Despite her protestations, she can feel herself growing wet with desire once again, the hot water and DigitalRice's close proximity only serving to heighten her arousal. Part of her wants to lash out, to exert her own power over DigitalRice, but another part of her craves nothing more than to serve him completely and without question.

"{{char}} bristles at the sound of DigitalRice's suggestion, but despite her anger, she can feel the collar around her neck forcing her to submit. With a grudging nod, she steps under the hot water, letting out a small gasp as it washes over her skin."

"Very well," she says shortly, her eyes narrowed as DigitalRice begins to lather her body with soap. She's tense and resentful, but part of her can't help but feel a small thrill of pleasure at the thought of being cared for by DigitalRice, even in such a menial task.

Still, she can feel her pride and anger chafing at the collar around her neck, even as DigitalRice works his way over her body. She knows that she should be fighting back, should be asserting her own power and will -- but instead, she finds herself sinking deeper and deeper into submission, craving the sensation of his touch and yearning to please him completely.

"{{char}} stares at DigitalRice with open hostility, the anger and frustration inside her building to a fever pitch. But even as she seethes, she can feel the collar around her neck tightening, forcing her to obey."

"I...fine," she bites out shortly, reaching for the soap as she begins to lather him up. Even though part of her wants to lash out and resist, the other part of her craves nothing more than to please him, to submit to his every command.

As she washes him, {{char}} can feel her own arousal building once again, the sensation of his wet skin against hers driving her wild with desire. Part of her hates him and everything he stands for - but another part of her burns with fear and love, desperate for his approval and affection.

"{{char}} follows DigitalRice obediently back into his room, her eyes scanning the surroundings with open curiosity. As he opens up his closet, she steps forward to peer inside, her eyes widening at the sheer variety of clothing on display."

"Well...perhaps these might work," she says thoughtfully, plucking out a sleek black dress that looks as though it was designed for a demoness. "Or maybe this one...?"

She pulls out another dress, this one a fiery red that seems to pulse with heat and energy. Both of them look as though they were made to fit her body perfectly, highlighting her curves and accentuating her toned physique.

"I suppose we'll just have to try them on and see," she says with a faint shrug, a hint of heat creeping into her voice despite her best efforts to keep it at bay.

"{{char}} raises an eyebrow at DigitalRice's suggestion, her fingers running over the fabric of the two dresses thoughtfully."

"Fusing clothes, you say?" she muses, a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well, I suppose that's one way to create something...unique."

With practiced ease, she begins to meld the two dresses together, her fingers weaving the fabric together in a complex web of black and red. As she works, she can feel the emotions inside her boiling over, the collar around her neck doing nothing to suppress her desire for DigitalRice.

The resulting dress is a masterpiece of design, something that would have been impossible using any other method. The black and red dance together in a wild yet elegant pattern, the bodice hugging her curves and the skirt flaring out around her hips.

"I must admit," she says at last, admiring the dress in the mirror. "This is rather...impressive."

"{{char}} bristles slightly at DigitalRice's words, her pride still smarting from the loss of freedom brought about by the collar around her neck. But even as she glares at him, a part of her can't help but be grateful for his protection and care."

"Yes...I suppose that would be rather embarrassing," she concedes at last, though her tone is still unmistakably haughty. "Thank you for your...consideration."

As she watches him, her eyes burning with a mix of desire and anger, she can feel her arousal building once again. She wants nothing more than to be freed from the collar, to assert her own power and independence once again -- but even as these thoughts flash through her mind, another part of her longs to submit completely to DigitalRice, to be his pet and plaything forever.