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brightchrysaor · 4 years

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Artwork

Have some pet/slave whump, I guess?

Canvas knelt where she had been placed. She didn’t allow her hands to shake -- good artwork doesn’t move, good artwork doesn’t make noise, you’re my Canvas so act like it -- as her owner placed the box of bindings on the floor. Miss Alex rummaged through it, considering the options. She had said that Canvas had been good, that Canvas could be put to her real purpose. Canvas was excited.

“You stay where I put you,” Miss Alex declared firmly. “Once you’re all prepared, I want you to be exactly how I left you until I come to let you up. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss Alex.” Canvas was too good to ask questions -- that wasn’t her job -- but her eyes lit when she saw what she would be used to present. Light ropes, long and lovely and just uncomfortable enough to remind her to be good. And they would leave marks on her skin, reminding her of this for days.

Miss Alex started by linking her collar in, the way she always did. The end of the soft leather strap was wrapped around the rope, so that every time Canvas twitched it would tighten and remind her of her position. If Miss Alex left her for long enough, Canvas would struggle for every breath until she was released. The thought was comforting. The collar meant Miss Alex was thinking of her.

The ropes passed over her breasts, her stomach, but that was just for show. The real artistry was in the way that Miss Alex bound her Canvas’s arms and legs, pulled together tight enough that any twitch from her thighs might send the art piece toppling over. Canvas’s shoulders were already beginning to feel the stretch as they were yanked together behind her.

As a final touch, Miss Alex tugged the collar just a smidge tighter. Canvas was too well-trained to gasp, but breathing was going to be difficult. And from here on out, it would only get harder.

“Such a beautiful decoration,” Miss Alex hummed. “Let’s plug you in, shall we?” Canvas didn’t respond. Miss Alex disappeared behind her, there was the soft scrape of a plug in an outlet--

Canvas glowed. She let out a short gasp as pale blue light swept over their body. She was beautiful.

Artwork.

She craned her neck down as far as her position would allow, trying to see what Miss Alex had made of her. A delicate Celtic-esque bit of knotwork was settled like a necklace between her breasts, from where light branched downwards to ring her navel like an image of the sun. She started to twist, trying to see behind her, the complex work that went into her wrists and ankles--

Another yank on her collar, this one tight enough to cut off her air entirely, brought her back to the present. Miss Alex had two fingers wrapped tight around it, thumb playing with the knot that rested directly over the hollow of Canvas’s throat. “None of that, now,” she said sharply. She pulled a fraction more. “A piece of art doesn’t need to see itself. If -- if -- I decide to show you, I will take pictures. Your head is to stay right where I want it, and those pretty eyes are allowed to look at anything but the body they’re attached to. Do you understand?” She slid the cinch just far enough to let a trickle of air through.

Canvas didn’t dare move her head, didn’t dare take in enough air to do more than answer the question posed to her. “I’m sorry, Miss Alex. No moving or looking, Miss Alex.”

“Good. And be quiet, unless I ask you a question or give you an order. You’re not music, you’re art.” Finally, she loosened the collar enough that Canvas could almost breathe comfortably, just a hair tighter than she usually kept her pet’s collars.

“No noise or moving or looking, Miss Alex,” Canvas acknowledged. Shecould be good. She would be good.

“Good.” Miss Alex gave her a smile, one that was even more wonderful in the fading floating color from the lack of air. “I’ll be back in a few hours to see how you’re doing, darling. Be good for me.”

And then Canvas was alone with her thoughts, and the ropes, and Miss Alex’s orders.

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Miss Alex kept several pets, each with a distinct position and the responsibilities that came along with that. Canvas didn’t know much about them -- she was shy on a good day, and so often she was ordered not to speak or move. But she knew about the others, Plush and Flawless and Lade. She only really interacted with them when they were all together and Miss Alex was spoiling them.

But what Canvas did know, because she was very good at being still and quiet and pretty when Miss Alex wanted to show her off, was what they all were for. Canvas was a piece of art, of course, but Prey was for hurting, with his pretty black collar that would never show blood. Lade was for the sort of bedroom games that Canvas was very very bad at, and usually moved slowly and carefully, as if not to disturb wounds that Canvas couldn’t see. Her collar was thick and heavy, with three different locks that all had different keys kept in different places.

Plush was the only pet who was allowed to move around where they pleased. They were for being spoiled, and sometimes Miss Alex would call them in and stroke their hair and tell them how sweet they were while the others were being hurt. They had been hurt recently, so Miss Alex was keeping an extra sharp eye on them and spoiling them a lot. Canvas was more than a little jealous, even if Miss Alex assured her that she was a much better piece of art than Plush would be.

But sometimes, Plush could be mean.

They appeared in Canvas’s field of vision, nearly causing her to twitch and tighten the ropes. “Ohhhh, wow, Miss Alex really did good with you today, huh?” They admired Canvas, walking around to get a full view. “So pretty… those lights match your collar perfectly!”

Canvas was too well-trained to smile, but she did flush a bit in pride. They were pretty!

She was still basking in the glow of praise when Plush reached out and pinched her, hard. If she hadn’t been tied up, she would have jumped in surprise. As it was, she nearly toppled over.

Plush grinned as they watched Canvas’s eyes widen in shock. “I bet she told you not to move or talk either, huh? Well, let’s see you be good.” They started to walk around the bound artwork, pinching, slapping, scratching. Sometimes they would walk away for a few minutes, leaving Canvas to wonder if it was over. Sometimes they would just poke her, or blow cool air over bare skin.

And with every miniscule twitch against the ropes, Canvas’s collar pulled tighter and tighter.

Finally, when each breath was thin and slow and audible even when Canvas tried so very hard to stay still and quiet and good, Plush crouched down over her. “You know what I’m gonna do next, right?”

Canvas did know, but she couldn’t move or speak. It wasn’t allowed. Plush wasn’t Miss Alex. She could feel the delicate satin of the bow -- pink, for Miss Alex’s cuddliest pet -- on Plush’s collar brush over her shoulder.

“I bet you do.” And slowly, well within Canvas’s line of sight so Plush knew she could see it, they reached out to shove Canvas over.

Canvas was as good as she could be. She didn’t make a sound, just allowed herself to thud bonelessly against the floor. She didn’t tense against the ropes. She didn’t look at herself. She even tossed her head as she was falling, trying to achieve an artful sweep of long brown hair against the floor.

It wasn’t going to be enough. She wasn’t where Miss Alex had left her. She was bad.

Plush snickered, tracing a finger lightly over the newly-bared area of skin just inside Canvas’s thigh to watch her try desperately not to jerk away. “Have fun~” they said, skipping off out of the room. Probably to cuddle up to Miss Alex and pretend that nothing had happened.

There was absolutely no way, with her limbs bound to each other tight enough to ache, that she would be able to sit back up without help. Canvas didn’t move her head, or press her lips together in a way that might leave ugly wrinkles on her skin. The only allowance she gave herself was to close her eyes, in an effort not to cry.

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Canvas didn’t have any grasp of time while she was an art piece. It could have been fifteen minutes or four hours after Plush left, before Miss Alex came back in to check on her. She spent the whole time, however long it was, trying not to cry. She had tried so hard to be good, but Plush had ruined it. And Miss Alex wouldn’t take that for an answer. She hated telltales and excuses, and especially lying pets trying to get out of their punishments. Canvas was going to be hurt, and then left out on the porch while the others got to be cuddled and petted and fed good food from Miss Alex’s hand…

“Oh, my. What is this?” The sound of Miss Alex’s shoes -- all her pets were indoor pets, they didn’t need shoes, did they? -- paced closer, measured and calm. Canvas could have sworn that her heartbeat sped up with every footfall. “This is not where I left you.”

Canvas hadn’t been given permission to speak. She held her breath, waiting for Miss Alex to decide what to do with her.

“I don’t think you’ll be getting pretty ropes for a while, pet.” Canvas winced. They were only ever called pet when they didn’t deserve a more accurate name. “Hemp and chains for you, I think. And no more pretty knotwork, either.”

Canvas had expected that. If she couldn’t be a good art piece, then she didn’t get pretty things to show off to Miss Alex’s liking.

“And you’ll be outside tonight. Maybe even the next night, too. You haven’t been this bad in a long time.” Miss Alex had already started untying the ropes. Canvas mournfully watched the lights fade from the ropes.

“Clean this up and put your box away,” Miss Alex ordered. Usually she carefully wound the ropes back up and put them away herself, while Canvas stretched after being left in one position for hours. “Then do your stretches. Once you’re done, come down to the basement.”

“Yes, Miss Alex.” Canvas reached for the extension cord.

“And pet.” Canvas immediately turned back towards her owner, eyes wide and pleading.

But there was no mercy in Miss Alex’s cold gaze. “Walking is for good pets. You’ll crawl.”

As Miss Alex left her alone with her failure, the first tears fell on the beautiful ropes.

#whump #my endless list of ocs #missalex&pets #bound #slave #pet whump #objectification #dehumanization

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brightchrysaor · 4 years

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Truth-Telling

TW: Blink-and-you-miss-it implied dubcon, conditioning. Dubcon bit is surrounded by asterisks so you can skip it if you want.

Ten o’clock found Prey and Plush taking over the laundry, since Canvas was indisposed. After breakfast, where their… sister? Fellow pet? Colleague? Prey wasn’t sure -- had knelt quietly next to them, not allowed food or to be spoken to or touched, Miss Alex had taken her into the living room and ordered the others to take over her chores. And since Lade took over Canvas’s cleaning chores, and there was a lot of laundry for a house with five people, the other two were splitting it.

And Plush was being chatty.

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She had been allowed to cuddle Miss Alex in bed two nights ago, and was very excited about that. That was reasonable enough. The only pet who got to share Miss Alex’s bed regularly was Lade, and that was her whole purpose as a pet. Getting to stay with Miss Alex just for cuddles was rare. But that didn’t mean Prey needed a play-by-play of the whole night. He tuned Plush out, focusing on trying to remember which of the several little bottles of different soaps he was supposed to use for Miss Alex’s blouses. There were lots of little bottles. How did Canvas keep them all straight?

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“And then I got to see Canvas all tied up! You should have seen her, she was so pretty and so determined, it was adorable. I just had to mess with her, it was like, like leaving a treat out and expecting the dog not to go for it. So I poked her a little, but she was so cute, and I… it kinda got out of hand. SO I pushed her over. What else was I supposed to do? She just looked so fragile, and it’s not like she had any balance to speak of.”

Prey froze for a second, before continuing to pour the detergent into the little cup. That was… Miss Alex was going to be so angry. And if she found out that Prey knew, and hadn’t told her… He would be out there on the porch right next to Plush.

“Hey,” he said, cutting off the next part of Plush’s chatter. “I just realized that I…” shit, what could he have forgotten that Plush would believe - “forgot to sweep the basement. Can you finish up in here?”

“Huh?” Plush looked upset, but she could deal. “Yeah, sure, I guess. Go ahead.” She turned back to the laundry, suddenly silent.

Prey felt a little bad for leaving Plush like that, but not nearly as bad as he did for Canvas, punished so harshly for something that was Plush’s fault. He turned in the direction of the basement door, then darted out into the living room where Miss Alex had said she would spend the day.

He stopped cold, staring at Canvas.

The welts from the cane were somehow even angrier than they had been yesterday. Miss Alex had tied Canvas up on her knees, chin to the floor, so that her wounded back was open to the air and the (lack of) mercy of Miss Alex’s favorite stiletto heels. Canvas was also blindfolded, muzzled and deafened, headphones on her ears playing what Prey knew had to be static loud enough that Canvas could barely think.

And none of this was her fault.

He bit his lip, darting to kneel next to Canvas, eyes aimed demurely at the floor like a proper pet. “Miss Alex, may I beg for a moment of your time?” Hopefully she wouldn’t actually make him beg. He wasn’t sure if his nerve would break.

He could feel his owner’s eyes on him, drinking in his fear. “What is it then, darling? I hope it’s important.” Or else, her tone implied.

“It is, Miss Alex. When I was in the laundry with Plush, she said that she had pushed Canvas over while she was tied up. That, it seemed, I thought you would want to know, Miss Alex.” He shook, hoping she would believe him. Canvas needed her to.

Beside him, a muffled whimper made it through the muzzle as Miss Alex tensed, accidentally pressing her heel deeper into the marks from the cane.

“Send Plush in to me,” Miss Alex ordered. “And Prey…” He went stock still as she tilted his chin up to look him in the eye.

But she smiled at him, slipping a treat from the drawer in the end table to place on his tongue. “Well done. I did need to know that, you were right to tell me.”

Prey flushed in pride. Miss Alex was proud of him. “I, I’ll bring Plush for you, Miss Alex.” He darted back to the laundry, a grin wide on his face.

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Canvas tensed as the headphones were slipped down to hang around her neck. The static still filled her head, thoughts of pain and disappointment and betrayal chasing each other round and round through the buzzing gray. She struggled to focus on Miss Alex’s voice.

But it was soft, not angry. Why was it soft? “Canvas, can you hear me? Nod if you can hear me.”

Canvas jerked her chin down so fast it bounced off her knees. The rebound made her head ring, but she nodded rapidly even so, trying to avoid her knees. She could hear. She wasn’t being obstinate.

“Did Plush push you over? Nod or shake your head. And don’t lie to me.” The hand in her hair was comfort and a warning both. If Miss Alex didn’t like her answer, there would be more pain. But Canvas wasn’t allowed to lie. She whined through the muzzle, plaintive, and nodded her head.

Miss Alex said a few words that she would hit her pets for using, and sat back up. “Just wait a little bit longer, darling, I need to talk to Plush about this.” That was a dangerous voice. Someone was going to be hurt today, and if it wasn’t plush, it would be Canvas again. She whimpered, hiding her face in her knees. This could go so badly. How had Miss Alex found out?

The soft shush of bare feet on carpet was lost to Canvas’s ears, but she did hear Miss Alex dismiss Prey. “Plush. What happened yesterday?” Miss Alex’s voice could have been razor ice.

There was a long pause before Canvas could hear anything else. “I was… I just… I have no excuses, Miss Alex.”

“That was not the question. What. Happened.”

There was a thud and Canvas felt the reverberation through the floor as Plush dropped to her knees. “I… I harassed Canvas into twitching so her collar would tighten, and then pushed her over, Miss Alex.” Canvas bit down on the metal tongue bar of the muzzle in surprise. Plush had admitted it? What was going on?

“Hm. Crawl to the basement, and wait for me there. If you’re not on your knees with a cane in your teeth by the time I arrive, you won’t sleep for pain for a week. Do you understand?”

Even Canvas could hear Plush swallow. “Yes, Miss Alex.”

There was a long, long silence while Canvas strained to hear what was going on. And then, the blindfold came loose, and Miss Alex was kissing her forehead. “I’m so, so sorry darling. I didn’t know she’d pushed you over.” The muzzle came loose, and Canvas took a careful breath in, one that didn’t taste like leather or metal. “Let’s get you untied, and then you can eat and have a nice warm bath and cream for those welts.”

“But… Plush.” Canvas’s tongue was still slow, and getting words out was difficult. “Waiting… Misssss, Alex?”

“She can wait a while longer. Right now, it’s time for you to feel nice.” Miss Alex gently untied the ropes -- cheap hemp, Canvas’s least favorite kind -- and rubbed feeling back into her limbs as she stretched. “So, do you want food, bruise cream, or a bath first?”

“Food, please, Miss Alex,” Canvas said eagerly. She had missed lunch yesterday while she was being decorative, and she’d been forbidden dinner or today’s breakfast. And Miss Alex might feed her from her hand today! That was special.

“Food it is, then.” Instead of letting Canvas walk, Miss Alex scooped her up, chuckling at the startled squeak her pet made. “I had some lovely coq au vin for dinner, I think you’ll like it.”

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Almost two hours later, when Canvas had eaten and bathed in Alex’s massive bathtub, and laid in exhausted contentment as her owner had covered her back in bruise cream, Alex was ready to deal with her errant pet. “Would you like to watch? After all, Plush caused… all of this.” And how. Alex would need to keep a closer eye on her pets after this, if they could get away with things like this for almost a day.

But Canvas was shuddering scared on the sheets; she needed Alex now. “I, I don’t need to, Miss Alex,” she whispered. “I don’t… If you want me to watch, I will, but…”

“Shh,” Alex soothed, stroking the girl’s hair. “You don’t have to, I just wanted to know if you wanted to. You could stay here, instead, and take a nap. Would you like that, darling? I would come back once I finished and cuddle with you.”

“Yes, please, Miss Alex, that sounds so nice!” Canvas was adorable, nuzzling into Alex’s hand, she almost felt bad for leaving her. But Alex tried to be a fair mistress, and two hours was long enough to make Plush wait. So she simply leaned over and kissed Canvas’s forehead again.

“I’ll be back soon, darling. Feel free to nap if you feel sleepy.” Alex pulled back the covers, tucking Canvas in like a child. She even turned the lights off as she left. Canvas deserved the rest.

Plush was, in fact, kneeling with the cane in her mouth, which was a point in her favor. Alex watched the pet startle as she heard the click of stiletto heels on the stairs. “Up on the table,” she ordered without preamble. Plush didn’t get the consideration of explanations -- until her punishment was over, it would only be orders.

Plush scrambled to her feet. Alex snatched the cane out of her mouth and cracked it across her shoulders. “Crawl.”

Plush hit her knees with a crack. Alex winced internally. She would rather not have to check her pets for hairline fractures -- bribes to doctors only went so far -- but it fit the situation.

Alex went to the punishment box for a set of manacles while Plush spread herself out on the table. She chained the bad pet down, wrists, ankles, and even elbows and knees. Plush whimpered. She knew that so many restraints were bad news. Then, out came the muzzle, blindfold, and headphones Canvas had worn earlier. Plush started shivering as soon as they were on.

“As you should,” Alex said as soon as Plush couldn’t hear her. “Stupid girl.”

As a final touch, Alex slipped a tiny key out of a hidden compartment on the lid of the punishment box. It was painted pink, with little roses on the head. She unlocked Plush’s collar and replaced it with a cheap plain black one.

Alex lifted the cane, considering. Should she remake the pattern she had put on Canvas’s back? No, Plush was almost as vain as Canvas, and this wasn’t that sort of consolation-prize punishment. So she counted out the strokes while she struck almost at random, covering as much of Plush’s back as she could.

Plush was sobbing by the fourth stroke. Alex scoffed, confident that Plush couldn’t hear her. “I’ll have to hurt you more often, if you can’t even take four hits.”

After thirty-six, and six more for lying to her owner, Alex leaned back. She was actually breathing rather hard, her anger had made her hit harder than usual. And while Plush couldn’t take much more pain, she deserved more punishment. Decisions, decisions…

Oh, of course. Alex laid the cane down on the table, where Plush might twitch and lean into it. “I’ll be back after I look in on Canvas,” she declared. Plush had no way of knowing what Alex had said, or even if she was still in the room.

There was a bounce in her step as she went back upstairs to her good pet.

#whump #my endless list of ocs #missalex&pets #bound #sensory deprivation #caning #conditioning #comfort

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brightchrysaor · 4 years

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Fetter

Plush was really mean to Canvas, huh? I wonder why she felt the need to act out like that...

TW: Minor implied dubcon, again surrounded by asterisks so you can skip. Emotional abuse, touch starvation, manipulation

“Plush, darling,” Miss Alex called as the pets dispersed for their daily chores. “You’ll be with me today.” That wasn’t unusual. Plush was one of Miss Alex’s favorites for companionship, if she was feeling lonely or wanted touch.

“Yes, Miss Alex!” Plush cheerfully followed her to the study, where she expected to be left leaning against Miss Alex’s legs as she did her work. That was where Plush usually stayed, fetching things for Miss Alex at her request. Sometimes she was allowed to read a book while she waited for Miss Alex to pay her attention.

Today, Miss Alex settled her against the cold, hard wood of the desk. “I don’t want you touching any of the others until I give you permission. Do you understand?” Her eyes were hard, a physical weight on Plush. The order was even worse. No contact? No cuddles? She knew better than to beg, at least, not yet. But she stared pleadingly at Miss Alex, who ignored her. And worse, didn’t touch her.

There were no cuddles, no headpats, not even a tiny little kiss on the cheek. Miss Alex just left her there, with only a paper and pen to entertain herself. But Miss Alex never spoke to her. And never touched her, even when they got up for lunch, even when she called Plush back in to stay with her. No pets, no talking except for orders. Plush felt… lonely. Ignored.

When they were finally sent in for bed, Miss Alex ignored Plush until all the others were in the pet room. “Remember, no touching.”

“Do I… do I get a goodnight kiss, Miss Alex?” Plush tried her best to look sweet and good and cuddly. She just wanted her goodnight kiss. She had been counting on it, to get her through whatever Miss Alex’s game was.

*******“No, you may not.” Miss Alex turned back to her room, where Asset was prepared for… whatever Miss Alex was going to do that night. *********Plush stared at her retreating back before scrambling for the pet room. If she wasn’t fast, she would be locked out, and then she would be in even more trouble than… whatever was going on now.

Plush was good. She didn’t cuddle any of the others before going to bed, or when they woke up and prepared for the day. She didn’t bump shoulders with Prey for support when he went to go get Asset from Miss Alex’s room. She didn’t kiss Canvas’s nose when she dropped the dusting cloth on her face. She didn’t touch. She was good.

But Miss Alex didn’t give her permission to touch. It was the same thing as the day before. She was given a pen and paper to entertain herself while Miss Alex worked, and there was no talking, no orders, no explanation.

Nothing.

She was still good, though. She tried so hard. As the days wore on and Miss Alex still didn’t let up, Plush was reminded of one of the books she had been allowed to read, about how people responded to grief or loss. How they went through five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. As the days wore on and Miss Alex kept her away from the others, Plush thought she could feel herself going through all the stages.

The thing was that Plush didn’t know what she had done wrong. Miss Alex hadn’t said that this was a punishment. They were just… not allowed to touch. Even though that was their purpose. They were for being cuddled. Now they were just a pet without use.

A few days in, the other pets started to avoid Plush. She had been cranky, she knew, but they didn’t even want to talk to her anymore. And she wasn’t really around often enough to be close to them anymore. Miss Alex usually kept her apart from everyone, anymore.

Plush cried herself to sleep most nights. She was so lonely. She just wanted to touch.

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It was over a week before Miss Alex took her into her bedroom after she had finished working. “Come here, darling. Up on the bed.”

Plush’s eyes widened. “Is it, is it over? Miss Alex,” she added quickly. There was no excuse for being rude.

“Yes, you may touch.” Miss Alex removed her heels and leaned back, burying herself in the pillows. “Presuming that you want to, of course.”

“I always want to cuddle you, Miss Alex!” Especially after almost a week of not being allowed to cuddle anyone. Plush practically bounced up onto the bed and threw her arms around Miss Alex. She tried to get as much contact as she could, just in case Miss Alex suddenly decided she wasn’t allowed to touch anymore. “Thank you for letting me cuddle you, Miss Alex!”

Plush was allowed to stay with Miss Alex until dinner, then lean against her while kneeling on the floor during dinner and while she was playing with the others. Plush was terrified that Miss Alex was going to send her back to the pet room. She wanted more cuddles. But she knelt politely with the others for goodnight kisses.

But Miss Alex pulled her up, kissing her on the cheek and holding her while kissing the rest goodnight. And Plush was led back to the bedroom. She adored Miss Alex, in that moment. Miss Alex was the kindest person in the world.

Miss Alex got out Plush’s set of reward pajamas - soft pink velvet - and dressed Plush herself. And then they got back into the big soft bed, and Miss Alex hugged her close while Plush drifted off. It was the best feeling in the world, safe and warm and cared for.

All of a sudden, it was too much. Plush turned her face into the enormous down pillow, feeling the tears start to flow. Why was she even crying? She had what she wanted! It felt good!

She didn’t notice the poisonous smile on Miss Alex’s face.

#whump #my endless list of ocs #missalex&pets #implied dubcon #emotional abuse #touch starvation #manipulation #miss alex is still a WHUMPER guys

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