Chapter 1
Thinking back, it started with minor, menial tasks.
"Grab me some melon bread, will you Yumeko?"
"Of course Saotome-san!"
"Oh, you know what? I'm thirsty. How about some red tea to go with it?"
"Right away!"
It was almost too easy. Ordering around Yumeko was almost second-nature to Mary and the girl was all-too-willing to fulfill her house pet status. If there was one thing she learned about the new girl, it was that she always did everything 100%.
These tasks were just small ways for Mary to get back at the infuriating humiliation of becoming a house pet at the hands of Jabami Yumeko. Those few weeks of being bullied by the very low-lifes she had once ruled before was embarrassing enough, but to have been put in that position by a mere transfer student?—no.
No one controlled Mary's life but herself.
"…Saotome-sama, what would you have me do for you, please?"
The question was barely a whisper, but it was enough to break her out of her musings. She dropped her eyes to the sight in front of her.
Yumeko was panting—out of breath, kneeling at her feet waiting for her master's next command. Her bare breasts were heaving with every second that passed. Small traces of sweat were weaving its way down the slight of her neck. Her hands were clasped behind her back, pushing her chest that much closer to her master's devouring eyes. Her knees—spread obscenely apart, enough for the scent of her desire to fill the air.
It was a sight to make anyone give in, but Mary wasn't just anyone.
The blonde leaned back on her hands as she shifted her right leg to cross over her left. She watched as Yumeko's dilated pupils followed her every move.
The girl's thighs, still encased by her signature sheer black tights, were trembling from the effort of holding her uncomfortable position on the floor, but still—she didn't waver. Good girl, she thought.
So yeah, it might have started with minor, menial tasks… but that was before.
That was before she started to notice that crazed look in the house pet's eyes every time she returned with whatever snack or chore she had completed for Mary that day. With every terse word she spoke to the girl, the more intense the girl's stare would grow. It was the same look of mounting euphoria that Yumeko would don with every risk she encountered in her compulsive gambling matches. Mary would come to recognize that look as pure ecstasy… it was lewd… and it was turning her on.
But now? Things were different—to say the least.
The blonde had spent the past half-hour watching Yumeko crawl around her dorm room tidying up the mess Mary had left specifically for this purpose. She made sure she had a perfect view from where she was sitting.
The sight of the girl's black lace thong, drenched with wetness was seared into her brain. The wetness had started to seep down the sides of Yumeko's thighs, running into the garter of her leggings with every drag of her knees and shins across the wooden floor. Her pouting mouth was parted slightly, just enough for little sighs of pleasure to escape from those lips. She could tell that just having Mary's eyes on her was leaving an effect on the girl.
But Mary was planning to do more than just lay her eyes on that girl. Oh, she had big plans for her.
Tilting her head to the side, she felt the brush of her black, lace ribbons in her hair against the coarse material of her uniform blazer. She lifted up a single finger and ordered with a slight quirk of her lips, "Come here, kitty kitty."
