Dacia shivered as she looked out over the sprawling terrace. She hated when Belak hosted these parties. He had spent a fortune rebuilding this old castle and the crown jewel of those renovations was the terrace he had constructed using the ramparts of the old castle as a base. He spent a fortune on it and now he insisted these any gatherings he hosted be outside, regardless of season. It was beautiful, but only the foulest of weather could dissuade him. Tonight was not nearly as bad as some. It was a crisp and cool, and more importantly, dry. The moon was low and full, glowing fiercely in the bare sky. With a sigh, Dacia scanned the terrace and noted the location of the large braziers placed throughout, as she would be most likely be spending most of her night near one.

It didn’t help that Master had commanded that she dress as his pet this evening. Nude, apart from a leather collar and cuffs on her arms, thighs, ankles, and wrists. Master had inserted her tail personally. Dacia smiled and the tail swished lazily at the memory. Master thought it funny when he enchanted it to move on its own. He told her she could learn to control it with some effort. She had made progress, but it still did as it would, its motions tied to her mind, often betraying her emotions to Master.

Her leash, a thick, heavy chain of polished steel completed the uniform. She had spent hours the night before polishing and buffing it so that it would positively glow in the torch light. She subconsciously sought the last link of the chain and curled the end around her forearm. Master forbade her to let her leash drag on the floor.

Master had gifted her several new ones over the years, each with more links, thicker and heavier than the last. She felt secure under the mass of it and the feeling of her body straining against it comforted her. She wondered if he had enchanted it as well, but had never dared to ask.