Without a moment’s hesitation, Her Highness fastened a sleek dog collar around Caldir’s slender neck. Oh yes, and while doing so, she took her sweet time admiring that utterly fuckable collarbone. Now, this was hers, and that was hers… everything was hers.
But the collar wasn’t the only toy she’d brought. The Princess held a plush, tail-shaped anal bead set in one hand. Like this… insert… and slide it all the way in… Hoo, shoving anal beads into a tight little asshole wasn’t as easy one-handed as she’d imagined. Still, despite being right-handed, the sheer lust for claiming Caldir seemed to grant her ambidextrous prowess.
“Uwaaah… Princess… ah, no… Mistress… what exactly are you putting… ugh… into my anal hole…? Uwaaaht… if you put something like that in there… my legs are going weak… Aaaah… I don’t even have the strength to crawl…”
A string of pearl-like beads ending in a fluffy dog tail – the reason for adorning Maki with this at the very start of their four-legged promenade was quite deliberate. The time to introduce Maki to others was fast approaching, and what better way to assert, “This one looks human, but she’s a bitch, pure and simple,” than by personally plugging her like a cheap toy?
“It’s all the way in. Now try getting up. Don’t even think about faking it or trying any tricks, or your ass will meet my boot.”
“Y-yes,aaaaah… Mistress…”
And since it came with a remote control vibrator function, just in case this little pet got any rebellious ideas, a quick flick of the switch would deliver a delightful jolt of re-education. Let’s see, a tail alone might not be convincing enough. How about a pair of fluffy dog-ear headbands to complete the ensemble?
“I am not a bitch, I am a human… Aangh!”
“Shut your mouth! You are not a human; you are a bitch! Got it? Now, if you understand, bark for me like the little slut you are!”
“Woof… woo-hoong… woof woof woof…!”
Hmm, a little stiff. Practicing proper bitch-like barks would have to be a gradual process, starting today. But she wouldn’t take long to completely break. The Princess was confident she could finish the job before the week was out.
And now, it was well past midnight, the witching hour bridging Saturday night and Sunday morning. In other words, the battle would be won before Sunday ended. It felt like issuing a declaration of war, embarking on a grand, perilous conquest.
Having adorned Caldir with tail and ears, the Princess laid her flat on her back, checking the heart-shaped vulva tattoo she’d so lovingly etched. Still there, perfect. The design, with the central heart and fallopian tube-like wings stretching towards her thighs, was deliciously obscene. Only a whore or a succubus would willingly sport such a mark.
Above the large heart containing a smaller one, the words “Property of Princess Atlantia♡” were tattooed, leaving absolutely no doubt as to whom this living onahole belonged.
And the wings weren’t angelic; they were distinctly demonic, making her feel like some deliciously wicked little… no, a grand demoness descended into the mortal realm. Though being a succubus, that wasn’t exactly far from the truth.
However, this heart tattoo wasn’t just succubus slang. As she’d learned at a clandestine lesbian gathering, this particular design also signified “bitch slave” in human society. The source? A certain foreign manga site, of course. Truly, it was the perfect tattoo for Caldir, no, for her Maki.
Somehow, it still felt insufficient. There had to be more she could do… And this absolute pleasure mark she’d carved herself, being a succubus-specific supernatural ability, might be impossible to erase, but if someone with the power to nullify supernatural effects appeared, it would become useless. Trying to make Caldir completely hers was proving to be a surprisingly engaging mental exercise.
So, as a contingency… perhaps she should delve into the forbidden ancient sorcery, so dangerous it had been all but erased from history. Of course, even that wasn’t foolproof. If there were those who could nullify supernatural powers, surely there were also those who could break spells. But one step at a time… slowly…
“Alright, be a good girl, Maki. Get down from the bed on all fours.”
After commanding Caldir to descend from the bed, she murmured an incantation, adding an eye-shaped tattoo to the lower part of her right buttock. This too was a mark signifying “bitch slave.” Having knowledge of tattoos allowed her to inscribe such deliciously depraved symbols rather than just some random design.
This ancient spell acted as a locator, allowing the owner to pinpoint the marked individual’s location, no matter where they were. Furthermore, it could even allow the owner to instantly appear before them. And when inscribed on the buttocks, it had the added bonus of amplifying anal sensitivity – a truly versatile piece of magic.
How did she, who spoke of it as ancient magic lost to history, know such a spell? The existence of such magic was something she’d learned, and the application… well, simply focusing intensely on how to best fuck her Maki seemed to unlock spells she’d never consciously studied. Whether it was supernatural power or magic, it all came down to the user’s will, wasn’t that common sense?
According to scientists, psychics usually broke through their limits in life-threatening situations, but in her case, due to her succubus lineage, the stronger her desire to possess someone, the more potent her powers seemed to become.
Anyway, the tattoos seemed complete for now… Since she’d given her the name Maki, she should also make a tag for the dog collar. Maki – the pet name Princess Atlantia had personally bestowed upon Caldir. Even upon further reflection, it was a fitting name for a female dog. (Author’s note: Caldir’s characteristic is that she’s a bitch, not just a woman.)
Unlike the hasty note she’d scribbled for Maki to read earlier, she crafted the name tag with meticulous care. Once finished, she attached it to the ring meant for it on the collar. Their first four-legged walk since adopting her pet. Since her Maki probably didn’t know the palace well, she could give her a tour while they were at it… Ah! What a benevolent mistress she was!
“It took a while to get ready for our first walk, didn’t it? Now that we’re all set, let’s go meet some people. Open the door with your paws… I mean, front paws.”
“Aaaah… Princess… if anyone… sees me like this… Haaang♥ You suddenly activating the anal beads, Mistress… so unfair…♥”
“A bitch daring to talk back to her Mistress? You open that door with your front paws and get moving!”
It seemed she needed to remind Maki of her place once more. She held up the bitch slave contract bearing Maki’s thumbprint. “This is a contract I made while you were unconscious, but since your print is on it, the contract is valid.” With that, she tore away the remaining scraps of clothing clinging to the little bitch’s body, leaving her completely naked.
Clothes meant for humans were a luxury for a bitch, after all. Yes. Now, looking every bit the masochistic canine, she gripped the leash attached to her precious Maki’s collar and led her out of the room for their four-legged stroll.
“Haaah… ugh-ugh-uuhng… S-so… embarrassing…”
But this little pig, crawling around naked on all fours, kept whining about being embarrassed… Every time she did, a swift kick to the ass would elicit a moan, and she’d continue on her way.
She had always intended to formally present herself and her pet to the palace staff someday, but she hadn’t expected that “someday” to arrive so quickly, or in such a humiliating fashion.
The handcuffs binding her wrists clinked with every step she took, using her hands as makeshift front paws, while the shackles on her ankles added a heavier weight than the cuffs. The leather leash attached to the dog collar around her neck made no sound.
With the dog-ear headband and the tail-shaped anal beads, she was the very picture of a bitch. Of course, Her Highness probably saw her not as an equal human being but as a mere female dog or a tool for sexual release. But for her, still clinging to her human sensibilities, the shame was almost unbearable.
“Run! There are strange creatures roaming the palace!”
“If that succubus catches you, you’ll become her lesbian bitch slave for life! Your chances of marriage are over! Run!”
At least the attention wasn’t solely focused on her naked, four-legged form, which lessened the embarrassment slightly. Why wasn’t she the sole center of attention? Well, of course… Her Highness was right there, holding the leash connected to her collar…
“Look at everyone’s shocked faces the moment they see us. They’ll have to get used to it eventually, but it’s already getting quite steamy, isn’t it?”
The Princess, seemingly no longer concerned with concealing her true nature, strolled through the palace in her full succubus form, utterly unconcerned. No one in their right mind would mistake the current Princess for a “normal human.”
Demonic wings fluttered constantly from her back, a heart-tipped tail swayed from her hips, and the horns sprouting from her head were undeniably devilish. If only her hair and eye color were their usual shades, perhaps… but they were a vibrant, almost shocking, shade of hot pink.
And her attire? The black, bridal-themed lingerie she’d worn when they first met at the banquet. Her cleavage and stomach were fully exposed, her thigh flesh peeked out above the garter belts, and her thong barely concealed her most intimate areas… She must have almost completely undressed during their earlier encounter. When had she found the time to put it all back on?
Hoo… look at this little bitch trying to read my mind. How audacious! Does she even realize that this outfit is practically a part of my succubus anatomy and can be restored at will? But what good would knowing that do? Would she dare to whine, “Please give me clothes too”?
The Princess, in her succubus transformation and outrageously lewd attire, didn’t forget to remind her with every sluggish step, “You’re not the only one embarrassed, so stop complaining and keep walking.”
“Princess… the floor is marble, and my palms and knees hurt so much… Could we rest for just a moment…? Hngh…”
Even with the Princess’s command, crawling on all fours through the seemingly endless marble corridors of the palace was taking its toll. Her palms were numb, and her knees felt like they were about to shatter. Even setting aside the perverse pleasure derived from the pain, she desperately wanted to rest, so she addressed the Princess…
“A bitch daring to mimic human speech? And what was that? Rest for a moment? Did you really think a mere bitch could disobey her Mistress’s orders and seek comfort?”
She spoke… cough, hack… bad idea. The Princess yanked sharply on the dog leash she held in one hand, pulling her torso up and cutting off her breath. Her arms, exhausted from crawling for so long, couldn’t properly support her in that position.
“Heeck… keeck… can’t… breathe… hngh… P-Princess…”
The pain was so intense that tears welled in her eyes, and drool streamed from her mouth. Yet, her brain’s pleasure sensors seemed to revel in the situation, showering her with exquisite ecstasy. Ah… she was going to become addicted…
Was this what they called a breath-holding orgasm? This… this was a bad habit to develop… Hngh! Whatever the Princess had done, a sensation dozens of times more intense suddenly surged from her lower abdomen.
Aaaah… she couldn’t… take it anymore… it was bursting forth…! In the end, she shamelessly came just from the suffocating sensation, her juices erupting like a burst dam, splattering uncontrollably onto the marble floor.
Being an unconscious act, she might have even lost control of her bladder amidst the throes of pleasure. Only after witnessing her utterly broken state did the Princess seem satisfied, loosening her grip on the dog leash.
Sh-she could finally… breathe properly… cough, cough… But the lingering electric tingles throughout her body from the intense orgasm made it impossible to take even a single step. If she stayed still, she would surely be punished again… She had to… go… she had to…
“If you dare to talk back to my commands again, this is how I’ll punish you. Remember that well. And from now on, try not to call me ‘Princess’ anymore. ‘Mistress’ will do nicely. Understand?”
“Y-yes… Princess… ah, no… Mistress.”
“Then let’s keep going. There are more people waiting for us up ahead.”
Perhaps the Princess had channeled her power into the vulva tattoo on her lower abdomen to test its effects. That overwhelming orgasm just now was likely due to the tattoo amplifying her sensitivity. Yes, she definitely didn’t just come from a breath-holding orgasm… hngh…
“Ah… now that I think about it… you used human language again, didn’t you? Not doing this properly?”
Only after the Princess delivered a sharp kick to her backside did she finally start barking like a dog. Only then did the Princess cease her punishment and quicken their pace towards their destination.
