Dangerousangleofadream - Femdom

Life of An Owner:

While becoming an Owner tends to propel one into the upper echelons of society, it can be difficult to let go of the petty squabbles of ones past life.

This particular Owner took holding a grudge to the extreme. After joining the ranks of those who possess Kreatures she took it upon herself to slowly seduce the husband of a once-peer who had slighted her. Over time she broke him by introducing him to her stable of pleasure drones, until finally he himself begged to serve as her converted plaything. 

The last image its wife ever received was this one of it beneath the legs of its new Owner in a pre-converted state.

“But…”

“I’ll just toss something right there.”

“On the fl…”

“Yes. And when you’re done you may lick until clean.”

Know your place.

Be ready. Always. No hesitation or digression.

Pretty boys weren't made to have opinions or thoughts or think

They were made to be toys for girls to be trained, owned, kept and played with

She looks down from her horse, her leather gloves gleaming in the cold winter light. With a smirk, she tosses a length of rope at her kneeling, shivering husband.

"Tie that around your neck," she commands, her voice firm. "That way, when you crawl behind my horse, you'll be reminded that you're my property—now and always."