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Sadomasochistic has a minion!

Bondage the Munin

Sadomasochistic
Legacy Name: Sadomasochistic

The

Nightmare Lain
Owner:

Dill

Age: 14 years, 3 months, 1 week

Born: January 13th, 2010

Adopted: 13 years, 8 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: August 6th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
July 26th, 2018

Statistics

Level: 534
Strength: 1,334
Defense: 1,330
Speed: 1,327
Health: 1,327
HP: 1,327/1,327
Intelligence: 330
Books Read: 326
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Battle Master

I only smile in the dark...

She fingered the supple black leather of the collar thoughtfully, smiling to herself as she did so. It would, of course, need a good lock. She had the perfect one tucked away in a drawer at home. It was a pretty thing, dainty and covered in glittering crystals, but it would get the job done. Her smile broadened. She was in a pet store -- a high-end boutique, to be sure -- but this particular item was not for her dog.

She hadn't always been this way. Indeed, she recalled with faint pleasure her very first visit to one of those specialty shops; she had been young -- quite young -- and so nervous that she'd giggled the entire time and left without making a purchase. It was weeks before she returned, furtively and impulsively grabbing the nearest simple item to buy. That single act of what had seemed at the time like bravery had changed everything.

Now she was something of an expert, though it was something one would never guess upon meeting her. Sure, she came across as a little dark, and perhaps slightly morbid, but she was otherwise an unassuming professional, working demurely in a white-collar career. As people got to know her, they assumed she must be some sort of dominatrix on the side. They were wrong, of course. She got her thrills as a submissive. There was, rather paradoxically, something extremely empowering about placing herself at the complete mercy of her partner.

She returned her attention to the collar in front of her. Yes, it would make a wonderful addition to her collection. There was a matching leash, as well, and she decided on the spot that she would get it. She withdrew a few crisp bills from her purse, and laid everything out on the counter.

"The pets in my household are spoiled," she told the cashier with a wink.

She hummed a jaunty tune all the way home.

-Original story by Dill

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