So, for a while I've loved the idea of pulling a woman with power down to her knees to make her nothing but a lowly pet. To teach her her proper place at my feet, obeying commands.

To top this off, I'm a nerd, I like fantasy stuff and such, and high up on that list is vampires, for a number of reasons. I like being bit, so that certainly helps but, save for that, there's something so alluring about that feral power that comes with the myth.

Now, I wouldn't want that feral power to control me, however being in control of that girl would fill me with such a grand sense of strength.

A being who could rip me to ribbons, is so broken that all she can do is fall to her knees and obey. I show her her power means nothing, I take it all away and claim her as a trophy in spit of it. She may be faster, stronger, built to hunt someone like me, but she found herself as they prey, thinking she hunted a hare when in reality a wolf hunted her.

She resists at first, with prideful arrogance, but soon it starts to get to her, soon she cracks. I keep her penned up, starved for sustenance unless she behaves. And finally, one day, it clicks. All she has to do is obey. That's it. If she's a good girl, master lets her drink from him, if she's bad she goes without.

Eventually she falls into place, adopting her role as a loyal little pet, despite her inherent power. Now instead of bore fangs and threats, she whimpers and cowers when she's been bad. She obeys, because she wants to be a good girl, she NEEDS to be a good girl. She becomes utterly devoted, attaching herself to me and hiding behind me at the first sign of anything scary. What she was no longer matters, she's just a pet now, a little girl who needs protection. She acts purely to serve me, placing my desires over her own inhibitions, becoming the perfect pet.

My little pet princess.