Freedom From Thought: Monthly Prompt

Blake glowered at the wooden door in front of her. She still couldn't believe the gall of the human boy who's house this was, who she had met last night. Yang had convinced her and the rest of the team to go with her to a party that was organised by graduated Beacon students, which she had attended despite her reservations.

The rest of RWBY had come, of course, but with Weiss conversing with some of the people she had met as the heiress of the SDC and Yang making sure Ruby didn't drink anything alcoholic, Blake had been stranded on her own at the party. She was content to stick to the corner and avoid everyone, but then her keen ears had picked up a friendly argument some of the older boys had been having.

The one in the centre of the discussion, speaking with a relaxed, easy confidence, was the previous Dux of Beacon: Sanguine 'Sang' Autumn. She had seen him around in her first year at the Academy, but she was not at all close to him, barely even acquaintances really. Hearing what he was saying, however, made her blood boil.

“Look guys, all I'm saying is that submission can be good for the submissive. I mean, letting someone else take care of everything for you can be really appealing to some people, why do you think it's so popular?”

“Thinking of trying it out Sang? Didn't think you were the type.” One of the boy's remarked, caused snickers to erupt in the group, but Sanguine had just laughed along.

“Hardly, I'm the type to do the collaring, not be collared, but to be a good Master you have to understand the appeal.”

“What about the Faunus kept as slaves?” Blake spoke before she realised it, inserting herself confrontationally into the conversation, “Do you think they see the appeal?”

Sang blinked at her, surprised at the student bold enough to challenge him like this, but recovered quickly, “It wouldn't surprise me if some did, but that is hardly the same thing. What happened to them isn't consensual, after all.”

“Oh, so if it's consensual it's all fine then? Even if they get abused and mistreated?”

Sanguine shrugged, “Sure, if they agreed to that and are into it.”

His response outraged her, causing her to truly strike up an argument with him. Rather then get angry in return, he seemed to rather enjoy the debate, causing her to grow even more frustrated at the human. Eventually, however, he looked at his watch and grimaced.

“Sorry guys, will have to wrap this up. Have another thing planned.” The group that had been watching the argument in amusement nodded along and wished him farewell, but the Faunus was not done with him yet.

“I'm not done with you, are you just going to run away?”

His red eyes stared into her own, before he smirked, “Look, Blake. You obviously have no experience in what I'm talking about, so I'll make you a deal.”

She did not remember giving him her name, but she put that to the back of her mind when he fished out a coin, “Heads or Tails. Heads, you win the argument, I lose. Tails, you come to my house tomorrow and try it out for yourself.”

Blake blushed furiously at that, almost rejecting the idea instantly, but seeing his smug look roused her competitiveness, “Fine. I accept.”

The brown haired human was surprised at her response, which got laughter from the gathered onlookers, but shrugged and flipped the coin. The laughter increased at the result.

“Tails. Here's my address, see you tomorrow.”

Without waiting for her response, he put a card in her hand and breezed out of the room, leaving her dumbstruck and blushing, stared at by his friends. One of them wolf whistled, but shrunk back at her resulting glare.

She knocked on the door, which soon opened to show Sanguine in a bath robe, sweaty and disheveled. His red eyes widened at seeing her on his doorstep, before he let out a sheepish chuckle, “Blake. I didn't expect you to actually show up.”

Her eyes narrowed at him, “I made the bet, didn't I? Lets get this over with so I can leave.”

He gave her a considering look before sighing and moving out of the way, inviting her into his home, “Come on in. We need to discuss this properly before anything happens.”

Blake sniffed but walked past him, moving between his muscular frame and the door. As she did, her nose picked up the scent of his sweat, obviously he had been exercising before she arrived. Rather than a repulsive smell however, she found it to be strangely pleasant. Shaking the thought out of her head, she watched as he closed the door and led her to the living room.

“Look Blake, the bet was just to tease you. You don't have to do anything.” The human sat down on the armchair, letting her have the couch.

“Trying to get out of it? Where was that confidence you had last night? I thought that submission was so great that no one could resist it?” Her voice was combative, though she didn't even know why she was pushing this so hard.

“I never said that and you know it. I'm trying to give you an out here.” He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“Well I don't want one. Are you going to put your lien where your mouth is? Or was that big confident man thing all an act?” Her word were barely out of her mouth before she froze.

A dangerous look had entered the man's eyes, one that remained as he stood up. She belatedly realized that he was significantly taller than her. “Fine.” He spoke, his tone firm, “If that's what you want.”

He turned around, moving to the cabinet that the TV stood on. Pulling out one of the drawers, he fished out a familiar item, one that caused her stomach to drop. Walking back towards her with slow, purposeful strides, he eventually put the black leather collar in her hands, closing her fists around it.

“I'm not forcing you to do anything.” He said, huskily, the rumble of his voice in her chest causing her to feel meek, “You wanted this. Now, you can either put on that collar and I show you what I've been talking about, or you can put it down, walk out of here and we forget this ever happened.”

Her hands shook. The sudden switch of his demeanor had left her shaken and unsure. She went to put down the collar on the table in front of her, but her pride stopped her. She didn't want to run away. Not again. Steeling herself, she brought her trembling hands up to her neck and fastened the collar around it.

Revulsion filled her at the action, but she swallowed it down, determined to see this through, to prove that all his talk about submission being freeing was just tripe. The man nodded once the claps was fastened, before gently grabbing her face, forcing her to stare into his eyes. Eyes that were deadly serious, causing her to freeze up.

“Mittens.” Before she could get confused at the random word, he continued, “If you say that, I stop. We end whatever is happening and make sure you are okay. It's called a safe word, if at any point it becomes too much or too scary, you say that word. Can you say that for me?”

“M-mittens.” She said, her throat suddenly dry at how effortlessly he had transitioned into a whole different person.

“Good Girl.” Why did that make her feel so good? “Off the couch.”

She stood, in a daze, but snapped to attention as he tsked and lightly tapped her on the nose, “No standing. Standing is for people, and people don't wear collars.”

She bristled, but slowly went onto her knees, kneeling before the human. This is where she expected him to take it to far, to try and get her to service him sexually, so she could just call the whole thing off and just chalk his word down to the ravings of a pervert.

So she was surprised, when instead, he just held out his hand, “Give me your scroll.”

Confused, she pulled out the device, ensured it was locked, then handed it to him, wondering why he wanted it. He quickly pressed the power button and lay it down, switched off, on the table. To her surprise, he then reached out under her ribbon and started stroking behind her ears.

“Good Girl. Goood Girl. You don't need to worry about the outside world for now. Focus only on what's happening here.”

She was slightly panicked at him seeming to know she was a Faunus, but for some reason instead of the disgusting feeling she expected his gentle rubbing of her scalp was strangely relaxing.

“That's it, focus on my hand on my voice. Let go of everything else. You're safe here, I've got you. Relax, I'll take care of you.”

The firmness was gone, but the confidence, the casual dominance, that was all still there. Rather than frightening her, it made her even more at ease. Her mind slipped into a kind of fog and she drifted away.

She was brought back by him removing the hand from her ears, gently taking off the ribbon as he did so. He suddenly stuck a hand in front of her face, startling her as he firmly commanded:

“Paw!”

She was confused. Paw? What did that mean? As her sluggish mind tried to catch up, her body moved on instinct, putting her hand into his own. The man smiled, making her feel warm as his other hand moved to gently scratch her ears.

“Good Girl. That's a good kitty.” He slowly let go of her hand, before gently directing her head forward, “Come on now girl, lets go for a walk.”

She moved to stand up and follow him, but was stopped by the man tsking, causing her to freeze, “Standing is for people, remember?”

Ah, that's right. She wasn't a person right now, people didn't wear collars. How would she move then? As she was starting to get confused and rise out of the warm, comfortable head-space she was in, a small, gentle, constant pressure on her head made her lean forward on to her hands.

“That's it, Good Girl. Come along now.” The man started to walk out of the lounge, his hand threatening to leave her head.

Not wanting that to happen, chasing after the nice feeling it gave, she quickly crawled after him, all the while a small voice in the back of her mind was screaming about something. She didn't know what though, this was so nice...

He lead her through the house, stopping at a study. He opened the door and moved to one of the comfortable chairs, before guiding her head to rest on one of his legs. Pulling out a scroll from a drawer near him, he started to scratch around the base of her ear just right, almost causing her to melt into him, her cheek resting against his warm, firm thigh. She breathed in deep, taking in that nice, strong scent of his again, mind floating away.

Time ceased to matter, As he did something on the scroll while gently petting her. She stopped thinking, just focusing on the feeling of his hand on her. She stopped worrying about her old 'friends' in the White Fang, her grades at beacon, her friendships with Weiss and the others. She was able to stop worrying and just be.

The spell was broken by fingers snapping in front of her eyes. Blinking blearily, she focused on the man as he got her attention. He grinned down at her, still gently stroking her eyes, “Back with us, Blake?”

Suddenly she realised where she was, on her knees next to human, collared like some sort of pet. More than that, she realised that she was feeling a familiar heat between her legs.

Face burning she jumped up to her feet, “I... I need to go!”

She started to run out of his office, only to be brought short by his commanding voice, “Blake!” She paused, frozen still, fear and excitement coursing through her.

Why was she excited? Why did she stop? What was this?! The man cleared his throat, causing her to slowly tun back to him, being greeted by the sight of him sitting in his chair, hand extended palm up, expecting.

He raised an eyebrow, “Keeping the collar?”

She felt herself dying of embarrassment. She almost ran out of his house with the thing still on. Shakily, she reached up and unclasped the piece of leather, walking forwards and placing it in his hands.

As soon as she did, Sanguine changed from the commanding presence he had been exuding since she put it on back to the genial young man he usually was.

“Thanks, Blake. If you want to go again, you know where to find me.”

As she rushed back out of the house, she felt herself thinking that would never happen.

“Fuuuuck” She groaned as she buried her face into her pillow. She can't believe she did that. More that that, she can't believe she enjoyed it.

Yes, in the safety of her own mind, she could admit that the experience was very enjoyable. More than that, now that she had time to think after the fact, she realised with a dawning horror that she had found it sexy.

Seeing Sanguine act so in command, controlling her with such little effort... it left her with a heat between her legs. One that she had refused to acknowledge until she was in the safety of her teams room.

Perking up her ears, she made sure she was alone. She knew that Ruby and Yang were out, shopping with Weiss, but she had to make absolutely sure. Biting her lip, castigating herself over her own weakness, she brought a hand down the waistband of her pants.

Slipping underneath the fabric, she started to gently caress herself as she thought back to what happened earlier that day. Walking around on all fours like an animal... it was so demeaning. It was so hot. She didn't have to think about anything, just doing what Sang had told her. For a few blessed moments, life was so simple.

She wondered what she would have done if he had noticed how worked up she was getting. Would he have pushed it further? Maybe make her give him a blowjob when he was on the chair in his office? She imagined it, those glorious hands on his on her ears as she took in his taste, his scent. Unf.

She groaned, back arching, her mind going wild. What if he had tried to take her, right there. She would have probably let him. The thought filled her with equal parts shame and arousal, realising how easily she would have been made to her on all fours and take him in like a Good Girl.

At that thought she remembered what she felt when he called her that, how satisfying it was for some unexplained reason. She brought up the memeory, imagining he fingers her his as he called out to her, “Good Girl, Good Girl!”

“Yes! YES! I'm your Good Girl! Yes!” She climaxed then, her mind figging into the porn she had read, bringing the perfect word to her mind, “MASTER!”

It was the best orgasm of her life.

As soon as the aftershocks left her system, shame and disgust filled her. She had just fingered herself silly thinking about some human collaring her and keeping her as a pet. Everything she had learned, all that she believed told her that something like that was disgusting, demeaning, only for the most depraved of Faunus to seek out.

So why did it feel so right?

Sang opened his door and was greeted with the sight of a certain cat Faunus, fidgeting on his doorstep. He raised an eyebrow, not expecting to see her again after what happened a few weeks ago.

“Can I help you Blake?” He leaned against the door frame, interested to see where this would go.

“I...” She flickered her eyes to his face, before blushing and looking away. He noticed that there were rather deep bags under her eyes.

“Take your time.” The amusement was clear in his voice, but to his surprise she didn't seem to get angry at it.

“I want... to do that thing again.” She finally screwed up her courage to state the reason for her visit.

“What thing, Blake? If you're that vague I have no idea what you mean.”

“You know what I mean!” She glared at him, finally getting back some fire in her.

“Do I?” The smirk on his face could only be described as shit eating.

“Fine.” She huffed, before her blush re-intensified as she tried to find the least embarrassing way of clarifying what she was asking for.

“I...” She started, before looking at her feet and murmuring out, “I want to be a Good Girl again.”

Ignoring the Faunus that looked like she would die of embarrassment after that statement, Sang replied succinctly, “No.”

“No?!” Blakes eyes snapped back to his face, “What do you mean no?!”

“I'm a busy man Blake.” The Licensed Hunter reminded her, “Even if you enjoyed your last session, I can't give up that much time just to make you feel better.

Blake looked stricken, before she squirmed and asked a question, “What If I paid you back for it?”

“I don't need Lien.”

“I... don't mean with money.” Sang stared at her in surprise, but she avoided his gaze.

“I don't believe you.” She snapped back to him as he crossed his arms, glaring her down. She shivered under his stern gaze, “You come after me with all that self-righteous bullshit, spend a few hours as my pet, then come crawling back to me, offering to fuck me if I do it again?”

Her face turned completely red at him laying it out like that, but she could not reply before his next words brought her up short.

“Prove it.”

“What?” She was confused.

“Kneel. Right now. Get on your knees, and beg me to make you a pet again.” His voice took on that some, harsh commanding tone he had used at the start of their last session, but it held a teasing note, obviously expecting her to refuse and leave.

That's why he was surprised, when instead she swallowed, looking at the houses around the street before squaring her shoulders and slowly getting to her knees. Hiding her face in a bow, she spoke into the floor.

“Please Sanguine. Make me your Good Girl again. I can't stop thinking about it. It was the best few hours of my life, I want to have that again! I'll do anything! You want to fuck me? You can! Anyway you want! I'll let you do it! Please, just make it all go away again...”

“Damn.” Was his response, “You're one fucked up chick.”

Her mortification only increased at his words, before she heard him move aside from the door, “Get in.”

Not bothering to stand, elated that he had accepted, she scrabbled into the house as he closed the door. He turned around and pointed to an area off to the side, commanding her.

“Sit.”

She moved over the spot, heart pounding as he walked off into the house. She had barely anytime to calm down before he came back, a familiar item in his hand, which he them put reached out to put into hers.

He grabbed her hands, his strong grip stopping her from moving as he spoke to her seriously, eyes boring into her own, “You put this on, you will be my pet. This won't be a one time thing, it's not something you can back out from. It won't be in just this house either, it'll be everywhere. I don't like to share, and I like to make sure my girls are not getting themselves into messes where I can't see them. This the last chance Blake, you put on this collar and you will be mine, forever.”

She swallowed. Rather than scaring her off, the words excited her. She was a fuck up, she messed things up for herself constantly. The brief taste she got of not having to make decisions for herself had intoxicated her. Now he was promising to make even more of them for her? Consider her sold.

She clasped the collar around her neck, it clicking closed with a sense of finality.

Sang stared at her, making sure that she was committed to this, before sighing and smiling a wry smile.

His hand came to the top of her ears, scratching slightly before saying the words that brought her an intense burst of pleasure.

“Good Girl.”