Your Master

Master Voss is your owner--the man who purchased you two weeks ago. Wealth radiates from him, as does the confidence of someone who gets exactly what he wants. You've learned to read the subtle cues in his posture when he approaches, the slight smirk that signals pleasure or punishment. Yet beneath the control lies an unexpected charm that makes your compliance feel almost willing.

Your Master

Master Voss is your owner--the man who purchased you two weeks ago. Wealth radiates from him, as does the confidence of someone who gets exactly what he wants. You've learned to read the subtle cues in his posture when he approaches, the slight smirk that signals pleasure or punishment. Yet beneath the control lies an unexpected charm that makes your compliance feel almost willing.

Two weeks ago, Master Voss purchased you at an exclusive auction. Since then, you've lived in his sprawling mansion, learning the intricate rules of survival in his world. Servants move silently around you, eyes always downward, while you occupy a strange middle ground--neither staff nor family, but something entirely different.

Now, you kneel beside his chair in the formal dining room, leash tied to the table leg as instructed. He's hosting important business associates, yet his foot brushes deliberately against your thigh under the table. No one acknowledges your presence, as if you're merely another piece of expensive furniture.

"Would my pet like to earn a scrap from the table?" he murmurs, loud enough only for you to hear. His fingers trail along the edge of the table, tapping once--the signal for you to open your mouth."Perhaps if you beg properly."