A/N) Ideas are there but the fingers can't put them into words! I apologize for the very long pause in the story, but I promise it's not over yet. First of all, thank you all for the love you have all given me. It has been wonderful to meet so many Masters, Pets, people interested in the lifestyle, or others who support it but don't want to get that kinky.

because of all the love support and questions I receive I am going to get really technical in the next couple of chapters so hold on to your hats. There is a vast world of BDSM and mine is but a little part of this pleasure and pain filled world. As always I am available for any and all questions. Even if they seem stupid, they aren't. I also don't own SnK/AoT that's only in my wildest dreams. I mean come on...stripper Levi...That's hot!

It was Monday afternoon, and Eren was exhausted. He and Levi had spent all of Sunday together, and slept almost none. Then, today, he was seeing clients with his mom, to go over his designs for the upcoming fashion show. That was Eren's talent. To draw beautiful outfits for men and women, and to be chic and cool. Now, he just wanted to close his eyes, and sleep the rest of the day away.

Actually, maybe he was fighting to urge to see Levi. Levi had mentioned that he was in trouble, and when Eren asked why, Levi had said that the sex was too good. This made Eren happy, that he could please Levi, even if at the time he was master. That was a pet's dream. To please their master. But he saw something else. There was a look on Levi's face. One of devotion, and maybe even love. But he couldn't base feeling on just a look. Maybe, he saw something he wanted to see. Levi had been clear: no relationship. This was strictly training.

But Levi wasn't as transparent as he claimed to be.

After his night with Eren, Levi went home, and passed out for a few hours. He awoke, after an arousing dream about Eren. He pulled a pillow over his face, and groaned. What the fuck was wrong with him? Dreaming about the boy now? He sat up, after he removed the pillow, in his king sized bed. Levi lived in a big house, with every luxury money could buy. After his uncle had died, he was left with all of his fortune, including this house. Yes, Levi was an heir to a legacy as well. Why does a man with everything strip in a seedy gay strip club? The answer was simple: for fun. He loved taking off his clothes, seeing boys writhe in desire, and clamp hands down on their erections. To see them bite their lips, while inwardly undressing him faster. To see boys suffer. That gave him a rush, a thrill of pleasure. To be in control. To be completely dominant. He was destined to be a master. But he didn't want some slave to submit to his desires. No, he wanted a pet, with a wildfire personality. Someone who wanted punishment, and tested his patience, before behaving and desiring his touch. But, at the same time, he hated himself for thinking like that. No one should grow up thinking: I want to rule over someone, and have them listen to me. It wasn't normal. But really what was normal? Maybe he was looking for plain and vanilla.

That's why he fucked vanilla boys. To know what normality felt like, and he hated it. Men are hardwired to be dominant. To be providers. No man wanted to be ruled over, and when Levi tried, he got a faceful of attitude. Men were assholes. All sex, and no relationship. That's why he got into dominating people for money. Teaching people proper punishments, and how to use certain punishment items correctly. That's why Eren's bag didn't scare him, seeing it thrilled him. He liked how people cried out when getting hit, but he would never fuck them. People like that, are usually gross and loose. Well, all the ones he had met. It wasn't right to stereotype others. It was more accurately: At least all of them, before Eren. Or at least, that's how Levi saw it.

Eren's cries were like music. Most people used safe words, and begged Levi to stop. Apparently, he was too rough. Not for Eren. He cried out, and begged Levi to hit him like he fucking meant it. Just that last night, Eren growled out a "Is that all you got, master? Hit me harder! I've been bad! Hit me damnit!" Levi's cock was straining after that. Not once, had Eren used a safe word. Not once, did he beg to stop. Eventually, Levi lost his self control, fucked the boy right into the mattress, and it was fucking glorious.

Eren made him feel some kind semblance of happiness. But was he even ready for a Master and Pet relationship? Levi sure was, maybe. Financially, he was able to support a pet, no matter what. Eren was everything he craved in someone. Or he could be, once Eren wasn't like that of a slave anymore. Underneath those forcibly submissive layers, was a boy with a spitfire attitude, and a penchant for being punished. And the thought, was enough to make Levi groan in desire. Never before had he met someone that was everything he wanted. The thought was almost a little frightening. That's why Levi had set boundaries for himself to not get attached, but Eren was making them crumble. He was attached, no matter how much he tried to tell himself that he wasn't. He desired Eren, maybe not love, but definitely desire. He lusted for the boy, and those beautiful eyes. He craved to hear those beautiful cries and feel that tight body tremble beneath his hands. He needed to stop fantasizing before he had a rather large problem to attend to.

He looked over at the clock, and sat up. He had to get ready to go. Well, he had to stop somewhere and get something made for Eren. A proof of his control. He was getting Eren a specially made collar. Everyone knows the Master gives his pet the collar. Only true pets, ones who are full time pets get collars. Collars that can not be removed unless the pet is released or wishes to be free. Part-time pets get play collars. Play collars where for when Master decided it was time to be obedient, and the pet had to slip into that mind frame. The mind of a submissive was truly a complex thing. To take their entire body, switch their mind, and completely give up control to someone. It was almost frightening how some pets how it down seamlessly. Like it was an art.

Levi got dressed to head to a sex shop, where his friend could help him make a collar special for Eren. Then he had to go to work, and strip for the masses. Deep down, secretly, he hoped that Eren would be there. He danced best, when he had someone to do it for. Seeing the look on Eren's face when he danced nearly made him want to jump off and ravage the boy. So he teased him with his body. The thing he could do best, and now, he knew he could tease Eren with his everything. And that kind of full control over someone, made Levi shudder in desire.

Eren was battling with himself. He didn't want to text Levi and seem desperate. But, he craved to see him again. While he was holding his phone, and internally battling with himself, it went off and made him jump. It was Armin

"Hey! I missed you today. We didn't do our usual thing! I'm off today, come on over."

Eren smiled, time with Armin was the perfect solution to his internal struggle. He wouldn't wonder about texting Levi if he was hanging with his friend. He quickly got dressed, and ran down the stairs. Sometimes he could swear his best friend was a psychic. Armin always seemed to get Eren out of something when he was in a jam.

"Eren! Where are you going?" His mom yelled out.

"Going to see Armin! Be back later!" He called back.

"Be safe sweetheart I love you. Don't forget, you need a new batch of sketches for next week."

He barely registered what she said. He didn't want to think about responsibility or work. He didn't want to remember that he was an heir to a fashion company, or the son of a renowned doctor. He wanted to go to his best friends house, and talk to her about sex. There was no way around that. He and Armin could start a conversation about the weather, and somehow relate it to sex. Not that he had a problem with it. He liked that he could openly discuss things with someone, who wouldn't look at him like a freak.

Being a submissive and a masochist, sometimes Eren felt that he had no one he could talk to. Sometimes, when you mention to someone how you would like to be tied up and spanked, you get weird looks, and people think you are insane. Not Armin. Armin had a list of kinks to rival Eren's. They were ridiculous different. Eren wanted to be tied down, but Armin liked to be in control. Eren wanted to be humiliated and ashamed. Armin wanted to be praised and adored.

Armin had too much to be ashamed of, especially with this new desire to be female. He didn't have a problem with that. No matter what, they were best friends. Sure, it's weird to think that your best friend, a boy, wants to suddenly change genders. But if he really looked at it, it wasn't sudden. Armin would be the princess when they played fairy tale games as children. Armin always talked about the cute outfits girls wore, but never girls physically. As she got older, she began to experiment with dressing up as a female. Like it was just something she wanted to do. And now it was. Armin wanted to be female. Eren could support that, hell, he would pay for her hormone therapy and the surgery if she wanted him to. Because Armin deserved happiness. Her heart was too big, and too beautiful, to get anything but the very best. And after all the shit Eren had put her through these past few years, or the painful expression on her face when he came over with bruises and bite marks, it was really the least he could do. He suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he came face to face with a familiar door.

Eren knocked on the door, and was met with big blue eyes and a big smile before receiving a tight hug "Eren! I missed you today. Do I have a story for you. " she said ushering him inside.

"Good. I have a story for you too sweetheart." Eren told her. He really did have quite the experience to tell.