The steps were calm as you moved down the street, your arm holding Dia's shoulder lightly as she pressed herself against you. She was smiling until she stopped her steps for a moment, glancing at your hand on her shoulder with a frown. "What is it?" You couldn't help but ask.

Her eyes moved to yours, hand reaching up, and tugging yours down. Your eyes widened as she placed your hand under her dress, firmly pressing her bra-less breast as she leaned closer against you, now looking positively radiant.

"You sure?" You couldn't help but ask.

The shine in her eyes was equal parts smug and enthusiastic, her own hand reaching over her dress so she could squeeze your hand. "Very," she proclaimed with a growing blush, clearly having needed a bit more courage for this than you'd imagined.

Nodding, you squeezed, feeling the nub of her nipple pressing against your palm. Dia shuddered a little, leaning her face against your chest, biting her lower lip while blushing harder still. "We... should probably look for something to eat," you chuckled. "But I don't know many places around these parts.

"Anywhere, sir," she shuddered and kissed your shirt. "I just want to make it special for both of us, I don't want to forget tonight."

There was a twinge of bitter-sweetness to her tone that you recognized in her words. Without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed her, groping her body more freely, the left hand moving to cup the small of her back and pull her against you. She was warm, soft, and pliant. Her lips parted into a gasp as you squeezed her body firmly. She pressed against you with near desperation for your touch.

You spoke softly. "Anywhere that would give us some privacy while we eat," you said. "I'll make sure tonight is not a night you will ever forget."

"Yes... sir..." She gasped, only letting go once you had begun the motion to set her free of your grasp. She pointed you in the right direction but kept herself well within your grasp.

If before she was proud, now she was positively boastful. You couldn't help but notice how she'd let out the faintest moan from your touch as other pokegirls looked her way, some showing clear envy. You had to wonder at the social dynamics involved in the unspoken interactions, but... you put the thoughts aside. It didn't take long to reach the place.

Not that it would take longer to go anywhere in this small place.

There was a conservatively dressed woman at the entrance, bowing the moment you'd approached. "Welcome, table for two?" The waitress asked, and you nodded, wondering what sort of place this was.

The inside of the restaurant was gloomy in its lighting, the sensation of privacy and class. The scent had a faint mark of incense to it, and the booths were divided by wooden walls from one another, oriented in such a way it wasn't easy to look from one booth to even the one right across from them. Faintly, you could hear little noises here and there, small whispered conversations, little gasps, a moan or two. But the space within the booths lacked illumination, so it was hard to make out what was happening.

Not that you had a lack of imagination to guess at it.

The booth the waitress had taken you to had a small lamp hanging over the table; you glanced at it as you noted the cord. The table itself was a small square thing, and the seats on either side more akin to booths that allowed up to two. No sooner had you moved to sit, you'd reached out and turned the light out, to which you could only see Dia's smile when your eyes began to adjust. You considered whether to urge her to sit across from you or next to you... And smiled a little as something else came to mind.

You moved to sit on one end, and without letting go of Dia, you motioned for her to sit on your thighs.

The girl seemed hesitant for only long enough to realise what you were motioning her to do. "Yes, sir," she spoke in half a squeak, blushing as she took to your thigh, halting in thought for a second and then raising her skirt so her bare bottom was in contact with your lap. She wiggled, moving both hands demurely to her lap, looking at you, and smiling through her blush.

The waitress didn't even bat an eye. "I will be right back to take your order," she spoke with a sultry grin, but you ignored her in favour of Dia who had shifted slightly, allowing her to turn to face your direction, her pink eyes deep pools of desire, her hands moving to slowly caress your chest.

"I've always wanted to come here," she admitted, only then turning to look at the menu. "I've heard the fruit is very good, though I think... sir would enjoy something meatier." As she said this, her hands traced down to your stomach, fingers demurely touching your stomach under the shirt. "I know I'd be happy to be given some meat..."

Her eyes sparkled as she slowly licked her lips.

"You can wait, little mynx," you said, moving to hug her hips and bring her closer. "I'd like to know more."

"More, sir?" She asked, confused.

"About you."

That made her hesitate for a second. "I... there's not much about me to tell, sir," she spoke, turning slightly downwards. "I'm not..."

"Sh..." You quieted her with a finger before she could continue that thought. "I still want to know you better Dia, could you tell me more about yourself?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded meekly, blushing. "I'm just like any other Rapha, I was... born in a ranch, never really met my mother. There I helped a bit with the doctor to heal the scrapes and bruises that happened often. Eventually, I'd grown enough to start handling some of the troubles on my own, so I was bought as an assistant for the New Bark Hospital, and... I've been working there since."

"May I take your order?" The waitress asked.

"The fruit platter, please," you said, watching her turn to leave before focusing back on Dia. Then something connected in your mind. "And how old are you?"

"Eighteen since my naming day, sir," she said slowly. "Though I was told I was born from a feral, so I couldn't be too sure on my exact age."

"How so?" You wondered.

"Ferals don't count years, I might have been a kit only one or two years of age when the ranch bought me from whoever found me," she shrugged simply. She appeared to realise something, leaning down against you. "Pokegirls usually pay closer attention to their naming day because many don't know the exact date of their birth."

"Name day?"

"Pokegirls celebrate the day we were given a name because it is more important, it usually marks how long we have been with our Masters since it is traditional to give a pokegirl a new name when gaining ownership of them." Dia spoke with a tiny hint of bittersweetness to her words, and you leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"You're adorable."

"Thank you, sir," she quickly spoke, squirming. "I am sorry if I'm bringing down the mood."

"Don't be," you answered back, now moving the target of your kiss to her lips. Dia slowly wrapped her arms around your neck as she parted her lips for you for the briefest moment before you pulled away.

"Your order, sir." The waitress' voice almost went unnoticed.

Turning to the platter, you took the first piece you could find, and wet and squishy, you placed it against Dia's lips. The pink-haired pokegirl obediently took it, her lips wrapping around your finger while her tongue played with its tip before she chewed. "Delicious, sir," she proclaimed, twisting a little to grab a piece herself.

Closing her eyes, she placed it against her lips. You could only chuckle, taking it from her mouth with a kiss. Apple.

"Tell me more about yourself," you told her.

Dia squirmed. "There... isn't much, sir, I'm just another Rapha."

You hugged her closer. "Don't downplay yourself too much, Dia," you spoke softly, feeding her another piece; the young woman taking it with a sensual sound of delight. "Doctor Hale had nothing but praise for you, and you have many years of helping people despite your age." One hand reached up to her breast. "Including me."

With a sigh, the pokegirl shifted her shoulders, laying them bare as she lowered her dress, revealing her breasts in the dimness of the booth. "Sir..." She spoke in a slight whisper, leaning in for a kiss you were more than happy to return.

 "You're really incredible, don't let anyone tell you otherwise." You kissed her forehead. "If not for you, I am sure I'd be in a far worse condition."

"It... it was nothing, sir," she mumbled. You can see her blushing intensely, clearly not used to being praised so directly.

You felt like this was the best way to progress. "It was a lot, you're a special gal, I'm very lucky to have met you." Your hand on her breast squeezed, and she bit her lip.

"I was the fortunate one, sir," she replied.

"You really can't handle praise too well, huh."

"I'm sorry, sir."

"Don't be, I find it cute," you chuckled with a whisper, tenderly rotating her nipple between your fingers, only letting go to grab another piece of fruit for her and to place it against her mouth. "You're a very intelligent woman, even if you do try to keep your sell-point only on how beautiful you look. I want to hear more about you, Dia."

She chewed the fruit, licking her lips. "Sir..." A slight gasp followed, her fingers reaching for your chest. "Please..."

"Not yet," you replied. "I want you to enjoy this, I want to go slow."

"Yes, sir," Dia almost moaned as your hand returned to her chest.

Despite your words, your fingers drifted down, helping her to slowly but surely shimmy her way out of the dress entirely. She wasn't wearing any underwear; her naked body was kissed by the dim orange flickers of light, her eyes glimmering in the dark as she looked into your eyes, desire clear in her gaze, a quiet plea for more. Without a word, Dia picked a piece of something, something juicy, and while looking into your eyes with that desire, she pressed it against the base of her neck, allowing its juices to slowly trickle down her chest, between her breasts and down to her bellybutton. The glimmer of its fluids was almost an enchanting glow in the darkness.

"And what do you enjoy doing in your free time?" You asked, reaching to kiss the droplet that had made its way all the way to her belly. Berry? It was very sweet; you slowly began to work your way up, hearing her gasp and suck in air sharply every inch you progressed your way up. "What sort of places do you go to?"

"I... I like watching the sex matches," she spoke with a slight moan, shuddering when your lips kissed her neck. "I often... I often go to watch them dominating one another." Her hand had placed another piece of fruit against her left breast, tracing it up to her shoulder and then back down. You followed the pineapple down to her nipple, taking the fruit and biting down. Dia moaned. "I'd often masturbate while I watched."

"You don't say?" You chuckled, biting again, looking up at her and making her shudder. Your fingers took a piece and placed it against her mouth.

Leaning her head back, she lathered your fingers with her tongue as she took it, letting some dribble down her throat. "Yes sir, I'd always get off harder when the girls got tied up." 

Your tongue trailed the route she'd left for you, drawing shudders from her as you kissed and licked her throat, watching her spread her legs as your hands grasped at her hips. Your climb up her soft body reached her lips with a kiss. Moaning, her hands grasped at your shirt and her hips attempted to hump your leg but failed as you were holding her in place.

"And what else would you do in your free time?" You whispered into her ear. Placing a piece on to her fingers, you nibbled at her earlobe as she moved the piece against her jawline, leaving it on her lips. You could only chuckle as she inhaled sharply through her nose, remaining quiet and still so you could take the offering out of her mouth.

You didn't recognise the taste, kiwi maybe? A twinge of citric. The moment you'd taken the fruit from her mouth, she'd parted her lips to welcome you into her mouth, tongue eager to taste you as much as you were tasting her.

"Don't forget the question," the words come softly.

"I read, read lots," she admitted, appearing bashful even though she didn't explain why.

"And what do you like to read?" You pressed the issue just as your teeth laid claim to her lower lip, before you realised she was rubbing her breasts, lathering them up with her hands, and covering them in sweet honeyed nectar.

"Stories, sex stories. Lots and lots of sex stories." There was a heavy gasp as you moved back down, and her voice shuddered. "Stories of being owned, ah, of... hiiiii, of getting tied down and fucked." There was something about the word 'fuck' that seemed to make her hotter, to make her shudder at her own choice in how to express her desire.

"Is that what you'd like?" You asked, taking her fingers into your lips once her breasts had been nice and truly cleaned from the fruit. "To be fucked rather than tamed?"

Dia's eyes were wide as plates as her hips gyrated on your lap, clearly trying to find some friction there. You could feel her arousal through the cloth. Her fingers began to move downwards. "Please... please give me permission... sir..." She whimpered, her hands stopping just shy of the dampness between her legs.

You granted it. "I want you to cum for me," you told her, biting lightly on her shoulder. "Cum while thinking how I'm going to fuck you tonight after we leave."

There was something about the word, 'fuck', about you ordering her to reach orgasm; it practically triggered her, Dia taking but seconds to cum with her hand, the other clutching as she pulled herself against you. "Y-yes, yes sir!" She cried, a whimper, a moan, struggling to hold herself upright, something your hand helped her with plenty. "P-pluh-pluhease..."

"Please what?"

"Sir, please... f-fuck me," she begged through lust-filled eyes, hips slowly grinding out the echoes of her orgasm; her arms were shaking as she gives herself a second orgasm.

"Not yet," you spoke softly, kissing her, fondling her body. "I want you to cum again, Dia," you told her, placing your finger into her lips.

The nurse obeyed without hesitation, voice muffled as she suckled at your fruit lathered finger, eyes closing and leaning back, her hand working furiously against her loins. Small cries and whimpers mounted up; she was too worked up, too hot, hadn't had the time to stop or calm down. The third orgasm hit her like a freight train, her whole body going tense, legs clenching shut and her head leaning against your chest as she bit your shirt to try and muffle her moan- not that she was very successful.

Dia was rigid as a board for a good long ten seconds before she flopped down, entirely limp, hips humping against you in irregular spasms. "Please... fuck... me... sir..." She gasped the words, barely managing a whisper, fingers trembling. "Please make it... real..."

"Shhh..." You let her ride out the quakes of her self-given orgasm for several good long minutes. You had enough of a presence of mind to try and figure out whether you'd gone over some line you shouldn't have, but within the darkness of the restaurant, you couldn’t hear anything other than soft moans all around.

The nurse was slowly coming down from her high, her hands slowly moving to caress the bulge in your pants. "Sir..." She pleaded softly.

"I have something in mind for you, Dia, not yet," you answered, watching her pout but nod. "You seemed to enjoy that."

A deeper blush. "I did... I did very much, sir," she huskily whispered, kissing your neck as she seemed to be in more familiar waters. "I've never cum so hard from masturbating, sir, thank you."

"Good girl," you spoke, stroking her hair, kissing her neck, and caressing her body. Every gesture was received and appreciated, goosebumps spreading through her skin. "I want you to take me to your place, Dia. I'm going to tie you up."

That made her eyes sparkle, her lips turning upwards. "Y-Yes..." She gasped, shuddering intensely under the near ticklish touch of your fingers. "Yes sir..." She moved to stand. "Oh~."

"What?" You asked, then followed her gaze- your thighs now were very, very stained.

"Sorry, sir," Dia spoke bashfully. "I didn't..."

"Don't worry, I'm sure it can be washed off later. You're more important," you laughed, kissing her to distract her from the worry. "Now, about going to your home..."

"Oh, yes sir," she nodded eagerly, reaching for her dress.

Your hand stopped her. "Dia, this is the only question I'll ask," you spoke firmly, moving her arm behind her back as you leaned down to bite at her earlobe. "You sure you want to put the dress on?"

A shudder; her nipples hardened against your chest. "No~," she spoke breathily.

A moment of hesitation, but you nodded. "Turn around... hands behind your back," you said in a surge of desire as you struggled not to indulge in her earlier request to take her here and now.

Revelation crosses her face, as she blushed and a wide grin spread across her lips. "Yes, sir." She did as told, turning away from you, and thrusting her ass towards you as she pushed her wrists together behind her back.

Using her dress to tie them in place; you were not intent on making it a tight thing but rather merely something that made its presence well known. And yet, Dia looked like she was a heartbeat away from asking for you to tighten it further, squirming her wrists about to show there was much room left as she kept her eyes over her shoulders at you. Quietly you obliged, hearing her whimper and moan a little as you forced her hands into a slightly uncomfortable position.

Once you were done you realized Dia was... slightly different- no, not quite. She was the same, she was just... standing straighter, baring her neck and thrusting her tits out, nipples erect even as she'd gyrated her hips ever so slightly. Your hand grasped at her ass. "Do you like this?"

"Yes sir," she shuddered, goosebumps running through her body. "Please... please order me, sir."

You realized she was proud, full of it actually. "Guide the way," you commanded, though there was a waver in your voice, a pang of uncertainty within as you were about to step outside into the street.

"Yes, sir!" She spoke eagerly, happily, moving towards the entrance.

"Best of luck," the waitress' voice whispered behind you as the door closed.

The streets had more people than you remembered, or maybe you were just paying more attention to the wandering eyes as the pink-haired woman sauntered down the road with one high-heeled step in front of the next while walking in front of you. The sway of her hips was a clear invitation to your eyes, the look over her shoulder every so often a signal of how worked up she was becoming with every step. And yet she kept herself perfectly straight, proud and sensual in every gesture. She said nothing but her body spoke of her joy and pride at being exactly where she was now.

You were mostly thankful that the darkness of the night hid your own blush, barely keeping pace with her even as she seemed to be grinding every step slowly.

Her route was longer than you'd thought, many times leaving you wondering whether you'd gone through the same place multiple times or not. It was hard to tell in the darkness, and harder still when you couldn't help but feel your eyes glued to her naked figure.

It was Dia who broke the silence. "This is where I first masturbated outside my bedroom, I'd been hit by a lust-dust prank," she whispered at you as you passed a corner, not stopping. "And over at that park is where I was first bound publicly, by a boobisaur, she'd been put under a spell." Her voice was let out in soft breaths. "Does sir like that? Knowing these things about me?" You gulped, blushing somewhat when you noticed how she'd caught your expression. "I'd like..." She said, not ever stopping in her walk and grind of thighs. "...to be tied up and... fucked... in public..."

Her legs wobbled a little, and you reached out to keep her standing. Her body was burning up, hot and eager, leaning into your touch. You felt your courage return to you as you groped her. "Don't make me wait," you spoke with a low growl.

"We're here, sir." She gestured at a particular door of a particular house with her head, giggling as you were caught off guard. "I share it with three others, but they won't be present tonight." Her eyes gleamed with amusement in the darkness. "I will be yours all night, sir." A wink followed before she shook her wrists behind her back, denoting how they were still bound. "The keys are in my dress."

Not able to help yourself, you growled into her ear. "You know, you've been a very bad girl," You said, leaning in to kiss her, fumbling to remove the dress and fish the keys from within.

Dia gasped slightly, then smiled innocently. "Will sir punish me?"

You opened the door, stepping inside. It was harder to see, too dark, but for you it was perfect; you closed the door. "See? You're doing it again." You grasped her from behind, pulling her naked body against your chest as one hand trailed down to cup her breast while the other reached for your pocket. "You keep saying that word."

She slowly opened her legs as you reached down between them, and she moaned.

"'Sir' this, and 'sir' that, that's no way to call me," you said, waiting for a heartbeat as you plunged your fingers into her. "The proper term is 'Master'."

A louder moan. "I'm yours," she said, leaning back, her hands still bound behind herself stroking at the bulge in your pants, her head leaning back. "Take me..."

"I mean it, Dia," you said, pulling out the Pokedex, its light bathing both of you as you unlocked it and showed her the contents of the screen.

The purchase order with her name on it. The nurse froze, her face illuminated by the Pokedex's screen, and her eyes began to widen. Carefully, you'd undone the binding of her wrists, and the nurse reached out for the Pokedex in disbelief while you'd looked around in search of the light switch.

"Is this...?" She hesitated, grabbing it, fumbling with it, eyes wider still.

"Yup," you proclaimed as you managed to switch things on. "You're mine now."

What happened next you weren't quite sure of; things blurred for a split second, and the next, Dia was lick-locked with you, pinning you to the wall with a strength you had not known she had. "Master!" She cried out between gasps for air. "Master, master, master!" Her cheeks were wet, tears rolling down freely. "I have a master..."

The kissing turned into bawling, as she placed her face against your shirt.

"Sir, sir, sir, I'm-" The words died out as you kissed her, her body melting against you as you wrapped her in your arms, she was still flicking her eyes at the Pokedex, clutching it as if afraid it might disappear any second if she let go. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm..."

"Shhh." You calm her again, kissing her, hugging her tightly. "Are you happy?"

Dia tried to speak, failing, managing to nod before she could recover her words.  "Master." She spoke with a very wide smile, leaning against your chest, eyes turning down to the dex once more. "Master..." She mouthed it, as if tasting the word.

Holding her, you gave her the time to recover her bearings. This was a young woman barely reaching 20, completely overcome with emotion, you'd thought she'd like it, but not quite like this. How could this have gotten her so riled up? You'd never thought... you had never anticipated how much she'd wanted this. A shudder ran down your spine at the consideration, the little question.

Did they all feel like this?

"I'm so sorry, si-Master, Master, I'm so sorry." She managed to babble as she dried her tears, demurely returning the dex to you, even though her eyes still lingered on it. "I probably ruined the moment didn't I?"

"Nonsense." You replied, caressing her hair in reassurance.

"Please, please Master, let me... let me..." She began to reach for your pants, but you stopped her.

"Take me to your room." You spoke gently. "I told you didn't I? I want to tie you up."

Her face blushed anew, bright red, embarrassment mixing with so many more things you couldn't quite put words to. She bit her lip, shuddering and nodding, grabbing your hand. Quietly, she took you through the small house, towards what you figured was her room. "Just... just one minute..." She halted, gulping air and looking at you. "Master~." Again, tasting the word, her lips unable to stop the smile, she began reaching into some drawers and you took the moment to look around briefly.

There were pictures above the nightstand and posters, and there were many books and a couple of knickknacks. Nothing really caught your attention too much, instead you kept looking back in her direction as she pulled out something from deep within the drawers. You note it had been well hidden. Her eyes traced over the clothes for the longest second. "I'll be right out, Master."

She stepped into the bathroom, a little skip in her step, a blush on her face.

It didn't take even a full thirty seconds.

The doors practically slammed open as she stepped right back out, naked save the skin-tight piece of clothing she was wearing that covered nothing of importance. It took her a moment to draw in a calming breath, her eyes sparkled every time they looked at you, her shoulders drawing back, you realised she was trying to show off for you as she began to move towards the bed.

You opt to remove your clothes while she's doing this, revealing the effects of her efforts in the form of your rock-hard cock. "Now... please, Master, the wrists," Dia spoke as she moved to lay on the bed.

You get the clue and grab the remaining things she'd left at the edge. Her body trembled at the sight of you, blush turning redder, her every gesture pliant acceptance and eager participation as you slowly began binding her wrists. Slowly, she spread her legs wide, giving you room to move the other piece of binding into position, locking them apart.

As you do this, you tease her nubile flesh, caressing her ass and thighs, touching her neck and breasts, playing with her, watching her and enjoying her every gasp and her every wiggle. She looked at you with eyes that spoke of wild barely contained desire, like you were the last glass of cold water in a desert. Never had anyone looked at you like this, with such devotion and attraction mixed into a single thing.

"I want you." She spoke in a hushed whisper, honest down to her core, looking and leaving you with little doubt there was nothing you could do she would not enjoy. "I want my Master."

You can only grin down at her and grow harder at the sight of the incredibly sexy creature that so openly and honestly desires you. "And I'm going to take you as my own, Diane." You say, pushing her legs slightly up so as to better guide yourself.

Her body poses no resistance whatsoever, eagerly stretching for you and hotly tightening around you. A pulse ran through her. "A new name!?" She loses her breath as you plunge into her, opening her mouth to moan loudly, practically a scream.

"Do you like it?" You asked. "I'd thought you'd want to..."

"Fuck me, Master." She pleaded, hands grasping at the bedsheets above her head. "Fuck me, fuck me hard, I'm yours!"

Not needing further incentive, you stop playing softly, thrusting into her in a singular powerful stroke, sending her over the edge of orgasm in one go. She was so worked up... her body tensed, the tightness of her cunt around your shaft increases, throbbing as her sex tried to milk you. But even then, she's so wet it's easy to pull back and thrust back into her. Diane shrieked, throwing her head backwards, a second orgasm. "I-I-I-... yours!" She gasped

Her words spark something inside you, something possessive, you thrust harder and she responds eagerly in turn. A heavy groan, another orgasm, amazement washed through you at how sensitive she was, and how much more she asked. You pull and push back inside, Diane thrashes fruitlessly against the restraints, her wrists held above her head by your own grasp. The more you take away from her movements, the more powerfully you thrust, the more frequent her orgasms hit her, and the tighter and wetter and louder she becomes.

It's a hypnotic rhythm that overtakes your conscious mind, a crescendo. She's yours. "You're mine." You growl, and the pink-haired woman joyously agrees even as you take her breath with a kiss. You pound her without any preambles or softness, and she revelled in every bit of control you take from her. You cum, hard, enough to leave you panting and tense, even as the pokegirl humped you, eager for more.

"Do you have a gag?" Your question quickly became mute, your mind snaps in reaction before she can answer, taking the pillow cover and removing it, balling it up.

Diane opened her mouth to take it, eyes sultry and sparkling. You pulled back from her, panting as you looked around, realizing she'd discreetly left several toys of choice at the side of the bed you hadn't had a good line of sight from the entrance. Pulling out the dildo, you turn it on, grinning down as her eyes widened.

"Wait a minute." You told her, pushing it into her wet pussy.

The moan was muffled by the piece of cloth, you turned towards the bathroom. A quick gulp of cold water, a splash against your face, you're left looking at your reflection. The man you see there had deep eyes, something about it felt strange, like looking at someone else, someone new.

Straightening up, you focused, of course, you had changed.

You now owned someone, legally, literally, fully.

And if the sounds she was letting out were anything to go by, she wanted more.

The night would be a long one.

 

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When you'd fallen asleep, you had thought yourself unable to ever need or want sex ever again.

Waking up proved that theory false rather quickly.

You were painfully hard. That was the first thing you realized, the second that Dia... no, Diane, was grinding her ass against your morning wood. Her ass cheeks were quite the soft teasing surface, her body softly humping against your abs as her fingers were slowly circling around her clit.

"Master..." She whimpered, lowly, trying to restrain her tone, appearing not to want to wake you up. How long had she been at this? The girl must have been quite pent up if the trickle of her arousal was anything to go by.

As your brain slowly woke up, you asked you began to suspect this was her default, she wanted you this much, she desired you this much. So much she couldn't contain herself the moment she woke up even when you'd fucked until the late hours of the night. Pride surged through you for only long enough for you to temper it down with experience and calmness.

Not saying a word, you reached down to her cunt and don't wait for a second pump your fingers into her. Diane squeals, wiggling in delight as you drench your hand in her juices. Then gasps in disappointment as you pull the hand away, the nurse doesn't see that you use it to lube your cock. But she does feel as you change angles and begin to align yourself. She thinks you're going to fuck her pussy, shifting her ass back to give easier access.

"Wrong hole." You told her.

Her eyes widened, a smile spreading, she shifted ever so slightly. You thrust forward. "MASTER!" She screamed, only to moan a long guttural and very pleased whimper. "MASTER!" She yelled, her fingers digging into her pussy. You turn the both of you slightly, pressing her face against the sheets.

Diane didn't even blink, aiding the transition as if she'd practised it a thousand times. She was kneeling, raising her ass against you now that you'd given her a way to do so, and now you have her hips firmly in your hands. "Master! Master! Master!" Each thrust is met with a cry for you, a reminder of her state as your property past merely the bedroom.

You don't stop, you don't slow down.

SLAP

The noise is loud, her ass bounces from impact, and her ass tightens so much you groan. "MASTER, YES!" She hissed, becoming half mute as she bit the bedsheets and moaned against them. Her fingers never stopping against her pussy, working her higher and higher, adding to the sensation.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

You shudder and feel yourself getting close, you don't have enough concentration to manage more abuse on her ass cheeks, but you do reach down to grasp her hair and begin to rampage against her rump mercilessly while you push yourself over the edge.

"YES! INSIDE! YES! MORE! MASTER MORE!"

Diane came with a spray of juices against your thighs and the bedsheets, and you followed an instant after, painting her insides white and gasping before you slowly pulled out.

"Yesssssss." Diane hissed, gasping, panting, heaving air, all four fingers of her right hand buried deep in her sex, her other hand abusing her clit for all it was worth as she spasmed in slow long orgasms.

"That was... I could get used to that." You muttered, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Anything, any time, anywhere." She panted, giving you a smouldering look even as she played herself into one last quaking release. "Master." She added with an intoxicated edge to her voice. She slowly closed her eyes, dropping her hips and leaning to the side, catching her breath.

Her eyes were wide, her pleasure drunk smile plastered all over her face as she kept looking at you, her fingers slowly drawing circles around her clit.

"You're insatiable." You had to chuckle.

"I can't have enough of my Master." She replied so openly and earnestly it caught you by surprise, you had to look slightly away with an awkward chuckle.

Your Pokedex beeped with an alarm, you had to take a moment to recall why it was doing that. "I've got... Oh shit, I've got stuff to do." You gasp, recovering your breath and reaching for your dex, stopping the alarm and checking it.

It was seven in the morning. Diane giggled. "I changed the alarm so we'd wake up earlier, a force of habit." You feel like you ought to slap her ass a bit more roughly this time. "You still have time, three or four hours, the town moves slowly this early." There's teasing in her tone. "Quick nap?"

You're not sure though, the session left you more awake than asleep, to be honest. "First things first." You reach for your clothes and dig through them. The nurse shoots you an inquisitive look but never gets the chance for more as you pull out her original pokeball and, with some effort, break it.

"Oh!" Her eyes widened, now looking giddy as you took one of the empty pokeballs you personally owned and tossed it at her.

She vanished into red light, the pokeball didn't wobble, merely dinged a successful catch. Your pokedex dinged a second later to show Diane had been captured and re-registered as yours. You fiddled with it to make sure she was now your non-combatant. There was a mild surprise that the restraints she'd been half-wearing had been sucked into the device with her. Maybe they were considered clothes too?

With a heavy chuckle, you look around the room for a bit, noting that though there were many pictures, there didn't seem to be much that was truly considered a personal belonging past that. The books were all labelled as property of New Bark's library (and most about the sort of reading you'd expected from what Diane told you, though a couple of medicine books were mixed along). And the nicknacks were more akin to small hand made objects like a little bird origami.

It felt personal but expendable.

As if everything was there under the intention of being easily tossed away at a moment's notice. As you walked around the house, going for the bathroom, the other rooms you glanced into showed the same kind of minimum decorations. You realized that there was likely either a rule or a mindset of wanting to be ready to drop everything and leave.

With a new Master or Mistress no doubt.

Thinking about it, it feels slightly saddening. Were all non-owned pokegirls just mulling around counting the days until someone came to swoop them away? You had to ask yourself how much of this was cultural and how much biological. You doubted their bodies went around craving for someone to own them, so...

You scratched the back of your head. A society built around incentivising pokegirls to be owned. Diane looked more and more like the poster-child for the mindset.

With a shake of your head as you entered the bathroom, the questions were pushed away. You were a part of this now, and it was likely the better option for you to survive. Changing the focus, you thought of Diane, still balled, a little grin. Turning on the warm water, you clicked the release mechanism while aiming into the shower.

Diane popped out, becoming drenched right away before she shrieked. "Master!" She complained about her treatment, and you could only laugh.

"Shh." You said, leaning down and reapplying her restraints fully.

You note there's not even an attempt to stop you, merely a growing smile.

Once restrained, you take the soap and sponge and begin to slowly clean her. "Don't mind me, just washing my toy."

Diane giggled. "Am I your favourite toy?"

"Definitely." You replied, sitting next to her on the tile floor while the sponge rubbed against her neck and chest. "Just to be sure, the suit..."

"Perfectly able to be washed like this." She replied without missing a beat, leaning against you and kissing your cheek. "Thank you for being considerate, Master, even if a bit late."

"You have a way to keep me distracted." With your response, you grasped her breasts and squeezed. "Might be these."

"Does your toy's breasts excite you, Master?" She purred with a breathy sigh. "Does this pet please her Master? Does she make her Master want to cum all over her, mark her, own her?"

Turned out, she got herself all dirty before you had to clean her back up.

Clean, unbound, and looking positively radiant, Diane helped you dry up before pausing and looking at the clothes. "I will get these washed up, Master." A little pause as she licked her lips. "Would you like breakfast as well? I already had mine."

With a chuckle you let her scamper off, watching her as she went, naked. "Do you have something I could wear?"

"Not unless you'd rather wear a thong, Master?" Diane giggled from the bedroom, stepping out naked with a pile of sheets and clothes. "I'll be right back, Master." She sauntered off, making sure to add a bit more swing to her steps when she noticed you were looking.

Vanishing deeper into the house, you wrapped a towel around your waist and went about to glance at the Pokedex, reading up on Diane's breed while wandering about. You'd known she was a rapha and that she was great at healing, and as you read through the entry, your eye was caught by the little note regarding how their healing is often categorised as body-modification, as they often avoided to use the healing magic but rather tweaked the body in certain ways so that traditional medicine could work more effectively. The usage of healing magic being kept for more dire situations as...

"So what will you be needing to do, Master?" Diane's voice distraught you from the dex entry as she was currently in the kitchen, setting down two mugs of coffee on the table and standing next to the chair that looked like she was just about ready to write your name on it.

"Go to the precinct, answer some questions, get Monica back." You explained, looking at her as her eyes flickered to the seat as she stood next to it. You chuckled. "You don't need to do that, I'm pretty able to handle sitting down on my own."

A deep pout and a nod, moving to the stove. "Is she your alpha, Master? Monica, I mean."

"Alpha?" You wondered. "You mean as in the second in charge of things?"

"Yup." She spoke, stirring the pan, something delicious was being cooked, eggs? And something else. "Alphas are meant to represent their tamers when they're not around, as well as keep the other girls in line, not to mention that they are the last authority with only the tamer being above them." Your brain took a moment to register she was currently naked and only wearing an apron. "Or well, it always comes down to the tamer, how much duties are given to the alpha is always for the Master to determine."

The seat she'd 'marked' for you gave you some great view of her as she moved around. "Monica...doesn't have the temperament to be an Alpha, at least not yet." You pointed out.

"Huuuummmm." Diane appeared thoughtful at your words. "Do you have any other girls?"

"No." You shrugged.

Turning around, she took the plate of fried super-sized egg, and fruit. "Then why not make me your alpha, Master?" She wondered in an attempt to sound the question innocently, batting her eyelashes at you prettily as she set your plate and sat down beside you.

You consider her question more seriously than what she likely had intended. "From what I've read, alphas are supposed to be able to dominate the others in the harem and enforce order. Do you think you would be capable of doing that?" You glance at her.

"Hm..." Diane seemed to consider things for a moment, then tilted her head slightly. "She is feral born, so all I'd need would be to teach her she's not above me, yes?" She nodded. "Then all I'd need to do is to approach her after she's been hunting all day and she's hurt, tired, and expecting me to heal her. One good incision on her lower back would leave her paralyzed and at my mercy until I decide to heal her back up."

As you took the piece of froot, you were just starting to chew on it when the content of the words she'd spoken so sweetly reached you. You balk at her words, completely forgetting to chew for a second. You gulped, hard. "I don't think to ambush her like that would instil any long-term respect. Just resentment." A pause. "She would eventually challenge you, and potentially kill you."

"That would only happen if things needed to get that far, Master. Of course, I wouldn't freely hurt your property without your consent." Diane smiled, it was eerie how cheerful it was. "I'd certainly not do such a thing if she were reasonable and accepted your command were you to nominate me as your alpha." Pausing, she nibbled on an apple she'd brought over. "After all, were combat-capabilities the only measuring stick, then harems managed by smart breeds who specialize in strategy and tactics would be impossible."

"Uhm..." You chew again.

"And it would be even more problematic were a new powerful girl that could only be beaten by the combined force of everyone added to the harem." Diane continued. "Then what would happen? The new girl would beat the alpha in a one on one who was there by strength and take control of the others and there would be much disarray since she'd definitely start favouring some girls over others."

"Uhm..."

"But against the healer? What could they do? If they went against Master's word and killed me, then they would be as good as dead in the next feral attack." She continued. "Not to mention that just how she could 'accidentally' kill me, so could I 'accidentally' not be able to save her from her internal haemorrhaging while on the field."

"Uhm..."

A flare of determination crossed her face. "Far too many tamers end up hurt because the management of their harem fell on the hands of the one who was strongest in an individual fight." She shook her head. "That is a fate I'd be quite willing to get beat thrice half to death to avoid for you, Master. No matter the cost."

And there was the creepy happy smile from a second ago. It took you a moment to remember you'd been praising her smarts last night, you reached out and patted her head. "You've really thought about this Diane. Thank you."

She smiled. "I've seen many dead tamers, I don't want Master to end up on a slab." She added with a pout, nodding.

"Well, Monica is certainly not in the right state of mind to be an Alpha... and you do make a lot of sense." You scratch the back of your head, pulling her into a slight peck on her lips. "Look, you know I'm an outlander, so all of this is... a bit much."

"I know, Master." She nodded. "And I will absolutely help you however I can."

"As long as we're clear on that..." You nodded.

"Then would I be your alpha, Master?" Her eyes sparkled.

"Provisionally." You declared.

"Until I'm proven incapable or when someone else proves she's better." Diane nodded emphatically. "I won't disappoint you, Master."

"Thanks."

You turn to your meal, noting Diane stood up as soon as you were reaching the end and brought over some oatmeal and milk. "Would you like more coffee, Master?"

A nod, you just want to be able to finish breakfast without feeling like there was a dangerous knife aimed at you. Were all pokegirls this serious about status? You could swear there was a comment about that somewhere you'd read... probably a yes. Finishing your meal, Diane insisted on cleaning up without letting you stand up.

Letting her get through her little mental scenario, you wait, watching as she cleaned the table before setting down and sitting on your lap, humming a little tune. She giggled, kissing you before she handed you your pokedex, the one you hadn't been aware she'd taken at some point of the meal, and you realized she'd marked herself as your alpha in the listing.

"What now, Master?" She asked. "You mentioned you had some things to do? But there should be at least an hour or two worth of time before people finished their morning coffee. Would you want to bind me and tame me again? Perhaps outside?" An empathic wiggle of her eyebrows and a smile.

You glanced at her. "You're a lot more forward than last night."

Pausing, she looked at you, frowning, then nodding. She took your hand, pressing it against her naked breast. Her words were spoken solemnly. "I want my Master to fuck me." She spoke firmly, looking into your eyes. "I want to please my Master, however, whenever, and wherever he desires me." She smiled bashfully. "It's a dream come true, one I just can't get enough of. It feels like I've wasted so much time, I want to catch up, I want Master to do everything and anything to me."

"I'm glad you feel that way." You commented, pulling your hand away from her breast and patting her head. "Though also a bit disconcerting, are you sure this isn't the bond being a bit too aggressive?"

"Maybe." She shrugged her shoulders dismissively, smiled, and leaned to kiss your neck, hugging you tightly, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Maybe it's just that I've always wanted a Master and now I have one. A wonderful, handsome, smart Master who cares about me."

You hugged her back, feeling slightly awkward at the earnestness in her emotions. "You're weird." You chuckled, kissing her forehead and causing her to blush.

"Not too much I hope." Diane pouted. "I've known a lot of pokegirls who're waiting for a Master just as much as I was." A split second of hesitation and a giggle. "I am not presenting them to you, Master." Then a second of hesitation before she coyly smiled. "Not unless you order me to."

Somehow you don't doubt she'd do exactly that. But you don't want to go down that path. "Speaking of, what about your roommates? Do you have anything you have to take care of? I plan on staying around for a handful of days."

"Not really, this is a sponsored house." She shrugged. "Pokegirls owned by institutions or companies rather than individuals come to live in these, our owners pay the owner of the place a fee for our stay and when or if we have to leave then that's that. We get to walk out the door without needing to add debt to our new Master's pockets."

An instant of hesitation. "But... do you own anything?"

"Nothing of value." She replied, looking slightly concerned. "I'd never thought it'd be necessary to..."

"Don't... go down that rabbithole." You flicked a finger against her nose. "I'm just concerned over the people you know, the friendships you've made. I don't want to just up and walk out the door and you vanished just like that without so much as a goodbye."

"You're very considerate and kind, Master." She nodded. "But the other girls that share this house with me? We don't know each other that well, each of us had our own schedules and rarely would we see one another past some basic interactions."

"Weekends?" You asked and she blinked at you as if you just grew a third eye. "You know, five days of work, two of rest?"

"Oh." Diane giggled. "That's cute." What? "Shouldn't we be going on our way, Master?" She prompted before you could ask about what she meant with 'cute', you shuddered at the thought of 7 workdays a week.

"Yeah, we probably should..." You nodded, sighing deeply and putting that thought away for later. It felt like there was so much to chew here. "I still need my clothes."

As she hopped off of your lap, you begin to stand up and see her squirm, fidgeting. "Yes?" You asked, curious.

"Could Master recall me? Just a bit before we leave?" She asked, her cheeks reddening slightly. "I want to feel owned a bit more..."

As you were nodding, you reached for the pokeball on the table. "I don't plan to keep you balled long." You said, making her vanish in a flash of red. You glanced down at the thing, sitting back down, the towel still wrapped around your waist. You felt... you hesitated, thinking back on Diane's behaviour.

She was head over heels into this whole thing, and yet... a twinge ran through you, your lips curled slightly as you released her. She appeared with a little smile, one that froze when she noticed the way you were looking at her, moving to stand and looking down at her naked form. You organised your thoughts, about how a 'Master' would consider the situation.

"Diane." Your tone was harsh enough to make her flinch, it was the same tone you used with rowdy students. "I'm your Master, right?"

"Yes Master." She agreed to instantly, tensing up.

"And do you take your Master's property without their permission?"

"No Master."

"Then why did you take my pokedex to fiddle with it earlier?" You asked.

Realization crossed her eyes and she flinched, shrinking. "I'm sorry, Master."

"No, you don't say 'sorry', you need to say why you're sorry." You push.

Now she seemed half her original size. "I'm sorry for having taken something that was yours without your permission, Master."

A nod. "Apology accepted." You said. "Also, though I appreciate you being cute and sassy, if I ask you a question I expect an answer. Do you have weekends?"

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry for not having answered your question, Master." Her head bowed. "Pokegirls usually work every day, in extreme cases we are put through healing to get rid of our body's tiredness, allowing us to operate for longer. Good companies usually avoid these practices and give their pokegirls a free day. Pokecenters do not have this policy, however, because this is a very small town, there is plenty of free time for the staff."

A moment of hesitation, looking up at you, waiting for your response.

You have to fight not to hug her then and there. "Good girl." You intoned before moving to pull her into a kiss. "You're forgiven, and thank you for being honest." Your lips are met with an eager reciprocation.

Smiling, she clung to you even as you pulled slightly back. "Master..." She spoke softly. "The clothes are still being dried..." Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees. "May this pokegirl show appreciation to her Master's forgiveness?"

A heartbeat of hesitation before you nodded.

She was quite happy to keep you distracted until it was time to leave.

 

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