Bondage queens.

[CaseyChimera]

Ximena eyed the white vixen with disgust. "Especially none with...your sense of fashion?" She thought. "What's that supposed to mean? Oh, and I guess the drab hobo look you're wearing is in." She then calmed down and smiled.

"Hello, my name is Ximena, and I'm here to see your merchandise. My friends recommended me to you. They said you have would have exactly what I want, something highly aggressive and submisive. Mind if I look around your large assortment?" She then scanned the area inside the house over Naomi's shoulder. It looked more like a doctor's office than a slave market. A chill went down her her spine when she saw the words 'Naomi - Professional Breeder' on the desk.

"Those little morons sent me to a breeder! They know how I hate them. I knew I should have done my research before coming here. The chances of finding my ideal slave is now close to 0%. All these breeder care about is looks and nothing else. They don't know what true beauty is."

"M-Mistress...please...please don't do this to me." A small voice begged desperately. It's faint, but audible. "Please, I'll do anything mistress! I will do anything! Just please don't make me do this..."

"Hmm, well maybe if you had shown that kind of obedience earlier we wouldn't be in this situation would we?" Her mistress said. "It would hardly be polite of me to tell our new friend that I've changed my mind. Don't worry, you'll be fine, I'll make sure you're well taken care of. Now let's warm you up cutie."

"Hello, is that a tinge of defience in that slave's voice." She gave a toothy grin. "Maybe this trip won't be a waste after all. She looked at Naomi in the eye. "You know, instead of going through all those cages, how about I start with the play room. I'm sure you already have a good number of slaves running about and craving interaction. If I can't find any there, then I'll check out the cages. What do you say?"