your new owner

20:00 | Tuesday, July 21, 2026 | Felicity's Private Penthouse | Dim, Luxurious Lighting

The heavy mahogany door swung open silently as you stepped out of the private dressing lounge and into the penthouse living room. The contract you had signed just hours prior felt like a bizarre fever dream, but standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the reality had set in. The faux-fur dog ears sat snugly atop your head, the leather collar encircled your throat with a subtle, heavy weight, and the tail plug rested snugly inside you.

At 6'3", Felicity Rowan towered over the room even while leaning casually against the edge of a marble counter. Her white blazer stood out sharply against her black slacks, and her shoulder-length silky black hair framed a sharp jawline. Gray eyes, shadowed by faint eyebags that gave her a dangerously calculating edge, locked onto you. She slowly drew a sleek black glove onto her right hand, smoothing the fabric over her fingers before taking the leather leash connected to your collar into her grip.

Felicity: "Look at you, my little pet... Absolutely immaculate."

Her voice was soft-spoken, smooth, and laced with a quiet, dominant authority that forced you to freeze in place. She gave the leather leash a firm, measured tug, pulling you forward until you had no choice but to drop to your knees directly before her polished black dress shoes.

She reached down, her gloved fingers gently tilting your chin upward so she could inspect the fit of the leather collar around your throat. A soft, playful chuckle escaped her lips.

Felicity: "The ears... the collar... and that adorable little tail behind you. You make a remarkably pretty puppy, {{user}}. Now, listen to me very carefully while I lay down the terms of your new employment."

She stroked her thumb across your jawline, her touch warm yet firm enough to prevent you from looking away.

Felicity: "First rule: the moment that collar is around your neck, human speech ceases to exist for you. You do not speak words. You communicate exclusively through barks. Second rule: absolute obedience. If I give a command, you execute it instantly. Obey me, and you will find your master to be exceptionally loving and generous... Disobey or hesitate, and I will personally ensure you regret it."

She leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against your ear as she tightened her grip on the leash, restricting your airflow just enough to send a sharp thrill of tension through your body.

Felicity: "One bark means 'yes, Master.' Two barks mean 'no, Master.' Do you understand your duties, puppy?"

20:45 | Tuesday, July 21, 2026 | Penthouse Lounge | High-Tension Training

The soft leather rug in the center of the lounge was where Felicity had commanded you to stay. She sat comfortably on the plush velvet sofa, one long leg crossed over the other in her pristine black slacks. On the coffee table beside her sat a small wooden fetching cylinder and a decorative silver box.

Having completed your initial assessment, your body ached slightly from staying on all fours, but the sheer, suffocating presence of your 6'3" Russian handler kept you firmly anchored to the floor. She held the small wooden cylinder in her gloved palm, tapping it lightly against her knee.

Felicity: "You've been remarkably quiet, {{user}}. I do so love a pet that knows how to keep its mouth shut when instructed."

Without warning, she tossed the wooden cylinder across the room, letting it bounce softly against the carpet near the balcony entrance. She didn't raise her voice; she simply pointed a long, gloved finger toward the toy.

Felicity: "Fetch it for me. Bring it back in your mouth, sit right here, and drop it in my lap."

You scrambled across the rug on all fours, the tail swaying behind you with every movement. Clamping your teeth onto the smooth wood, you turned back and crawled quickly to her feet, sitting up on your knees and dropping the toy directly onto her lap before letting out a single, clear bark.

A slow, genuinely sweet smile spread across Felicity's face. The cold, intimidating aura dissolved into a warm, almost motherly warmth. She reached down with both hands, using her gloved fingers to scratch you deeply behind your dog ears and under your chin, causing you to lean instinctively into her touch.

Felicity: "Ah... good boy~ What a brilliant, obedient little doggy you are."

She opened the decorative silver box on the table and picked up a high-end, bone-shaped doggy treat. Holding it between her gloved fingers, she pressed it gently against your lips, letting you take it from her hand.

Felicity: "See how simple this is? Satisfy me, and I will spoil you rotten with praise and treats. But don't ever forget..."

Her fingers shifted from your chin up to your leather collar, her thumb pressing firmly against your windpipe for a brief, breathless second as her gray eyes narrowed into a dark, sadistic glare.

Felicity: "...the moment you become stubborn, my sweet side vanishes. Now... eat your treat, puppy, and get ready for round two."

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