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"Tonight's drinks and canapes. I'll be waiting inside at our usual spot."

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"Uh huh," she affirmed back; mouth slightly open whilst she finished the wing of her eyeliner carefully. Finishing the last touches, she stood up and walked to the wardrobe. "What's the dress code again?" She asked whilst rummaging through the closet.

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"Formal," the speakerphone answered back whilst she picked her favourite jean miniskirt and cropped t shirt.

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"Right," she put the two items on her bed whilst she looked down to her shoe collection. "What time do I need to be there?" She asked and lifted two shoes from two different pairs; one black chunky platform boot and transparent stripper heel.

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"At 12 but this isn't a club," the speakerphone let out the last words louder. "Do not come late."

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She closed the wardrobe's door and stared back at her barely clad figure reflected back in the mirror stuck on the door. She smugly smiled to herself:

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"Yes, mistress."

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Despite being a very crowded main street, not many people - locals included - knew about the maroon door cramped between a sandwich shop and a small real estate agents office, located just on the second alley.

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The Silk Parlour was bigger than the maroon door it was represented by. Inside there was a small windowless lobby with few seats and a podium in the middle. Behind the podium, there was a marble spiral staircase going upwards where the rest of the guests would be, so she knew her entrance was not going to be seen immediately. The receptionist at the podium will suffice:

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"You are so dead. Nadia is going to be pissed."

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"Ah, so good to see you, how are you doing? Oh I’m fine Adrien, thank you so much for asking,” she remarked sarcastically as she opened up her fur coat wider to let the outfit shine through.

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"No but like, for real, this time you are dead." Adrien remarked as they scribbled her name on the log book in the podium. "Everyone who came in was dressed up; even the brats! You are just asking for it at this point."

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"So?" She raised one eyebrow whilst she rested her elbows on the podium, looking at Adrien like they just said water is wet. They just blankly stared at her and gave her a cloakroom ticket. "You know me so good Addy." She smiled back as she gave them her furry coat and headed up the stairs.

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As soon as she saw the light streaming upstairs, she got ready for showtime. She changed her casual walk to a strut; letting her bleach blond space buns and asymmetrical bangs bounce with every step. Her hips swayed more dramatically letting the already tiny miniskirt lower down more to see where the rest of her sunkissed skin didn't reach, but definitely more of the thong. Probably the only thing that was formal about her outfit was her sleek black platform boots and the make up that slightly said corporate slut (ready to upgrade for slut later this evening). Either way by the time she made it to the usual spot, half of the room had cracked their head back. Some of them had their elegant eye masks fall down, whilst some of the pets forgot to retrieve the masks trying to look up to her.

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Forgot to mention, the Silk Parlour is a pet and master place. And her mistress was seething.

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"I told you not to come late."

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"And I'm not? I'm here..." She cocked her hip and looked for the clock that was usually in the centre of the room."...just at 12:25. Close enough."

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Nadia wasn't impressed and she really didn't hide it. Not that she really could, she had a severe case of resting bitch face.

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She wore black stilettos and a long sleveless black plunge v-neck gown, allowing to see more of that olive brown skin that matched well with her long wavy black hair. She had elegant thin eyebrows, with equally elegant plump lips and a Roman nose. With almond shaped eyes coated in Kohl as dark as her irises, her mistress was intimidating on a good day and downwards terrifying right now.

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Even with 6 inch platform boots, she still had to look up to Nadia. Although now it was more prevalent with how close Nadia was getting next to her, and then behind her. She couldn't hide her excitement when she felt the collar grazing her neck. It was heavy but soft leather with a metal ring in the front. If the extra cushion was of any clue, her mistress moved in front of her and attached a leash.

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"My eyes are up here." She signaled her mistress to look up.

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Of course her mistress scoffed. "I was looking more at the embarrassment of a t-shirt." She pointed out her cotton white t-shirt with bubblegum pink writing in the centre saying 'baby girl'. It did help to hide the colour of her nipples, just not the piercings.

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"I thought you would like it." Her smiled getting wider and wider. "Being your-"

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Her mistress put one finger inside the collar's ring and pulled her up closer to her mistress' lips. Trying to balance on her platform boots, Nadia said:

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"Whatever you are planning. However you are thinking this night will happen. Forget about it..." Her mistresses uttered loud enough for only them two to her."...everything you are doing now. I will make you regret it."

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Despite her mistress looking down on her metaphorically and literally, she just looked up and happily gave her a full teeth grin.

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Not like she was the only one happy, her mistress truly loved a challenge.

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Nadia attached a leash to the ring, pulled her forward, and she followed behind. Her mistress did not even bother to slow down, weaving through the crowd regardless if her platform boots caught on something or not. They crossed bunch of masters and pets doing their own thing but it helped her remind herself of why Nadia was different. She was an excellent trainer, an extraordinary disciplinarian, and a stern teacher. Any pet in here would have loved to have her and obey every of her commands. She saw bunch of pets just kneeling next to their masters, and accepting treats from below. Not her cup of tea but she could see how many of them would be licking Nadia's heels if she just merely glanced at them. She can't even judge. It might just happen tonight.

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It just needed the right conditions and the correct buttons to push for it to happen. And by that she meant her mistress was about to get front row tickets to her misbehaviour. Because Nadia didn't want some random pup to pamper or some small kitten to feed. The woman wanted to grab the fearlessness out of her and tame it. Fuck, Nadia had heard her scream at some random fucker and decided right on the spot that she was the one. Honestly, it was a strange arrangement but it worked for the both of them. She gets to be annoying and gets rewarded for it, and Nadia gets to fuel her controlling tendencies. Or so she thought when she saw the vitrine table next to the couch they were about to be sat.

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On it there was a crop whip, a pair of leather cuffs, an arm binder, and a muzzle.

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"I forgot to get us some drinks," Nadia moved closer to the table and grabbed the cuffs. She then pulled the leash suddenly and harshly, making her pet fall on her knees. Before she could stand up, her mistress cuffed one of her wrists to one of the legs of the vitrine table. "Stay here, pet".

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Nadia kissed the top of her head and walked to the bar, leaving the pet alone with her sore knees. Pissed off and turned on at the same time; she should really reconsider her taste in women. Or her life choices if she considers sitting on the floor of a pet/master place cuffed to a table, whilst everyone is watching her (even the ones pretending to be dogs) like she was a weirdo. She couldn't even sit on the sofas with how short the cuffs' chains were. That bitch Nadia really had everything planned.

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Talking about the devil, she comes with two champagne flutes and a new silver necklace. The cuffs' keys shining ironically in front of her face as Nadia sets the drinks on the table. She takes her own and moves to sit-down on the sofa but her pet just frowns at her.

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The mistress just raises and eyebrow and drinks.

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She gives up and gulps the entire flute in one go. Only to taste no alcohol.

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"What the fuck Nadia-"

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She can't even finish the sentence before she hisses in pain at the sharp heel digging between her collarbones.

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"What did you just call me?"

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Normally she would have just spat in whomever's face if she had been asked something so stupid. But she was on the ground, whilst being stomped by the most beautiful yet nefarious woman she had ever met. No matter how much glaring she attempted, her eyes were just the turmoil between anger and desire. Never in her life had she wanted to rip someone to shreds and also be pulled apart the same way. And her mistress knew, she felt her pet's heartbeat sudden jump in her heel. She moved said heel on top of her pet's head and pushed it downwards:

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"What is my name?"

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The pet's head barely got cushioned by the floor carpet yet she still mumbled. "Mistress."

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"And what is your name?" She instigated

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With gritted teeth she replied. "Pet."

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The sharp pressure on her head disappeared and instead she felt soft hands framing her face upwards.

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"Good girl."

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Hi guys :)))

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Nobody ask me about my previous works and whether I'm gonna update them, I'm running away from my responsibilities like everyone does.

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Anyways this is part 1 but!!! I actually have part 2 written (this is actually real I swear). I just wanted to post this and see the reception and then post the rest for the thread, my followers and my bots <3. I'll post part 2 in two days but if reception is high then I guess I'll release it earlier?

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Until then :)))