*Ciara slips away from the front door, slowly working her way through the growing crowd of Kine. Several heads turn her way; partially because of her appearance, partially because of the height her high-heels give her. She'd already dolled herself up for the evening to meet Priscus Stamford; no sense wasting a perfectly good outfit by just going home. She'd love nothing better than to let her hair down, cut loose the restraints of Kindred society and let her passions run wild for the night. Unfortunately, the Priscus was part and parcel with the club; and it wouldn't do to lose control in front of the other Kindred. So, if she couldn't lose control, perhaps she could enforce it on someone else.


Ciara finds what she's looking for soon enough, a slight girl, tucked into a corner in the back of the club. She wasn't beautiful, the plainness of her features even more striking when compared to some of the woman at the club, both on stage or working the floor. She was rail-thin, perhaps 5 foot standing on her tip-toes; the tight-laced corset doing its best to accentuate what little assets the thin Asian girl had been blessed with. None of that mattered to Ciara, it was the tight leather collar that bit into the Kine's neck, the large silver tag that hung from it, and the long leash danging from the loop at the front of the black band. The Kine fiddled with the strap at the end of the leash, eyes darting from side to side.


Like a wolf to a lost fawn, Ciara picks her way over to the darkened corner the young girl was attempting to hide in. She doesn't speak, startling the human as her long, thin fingers reach out; lifting the silver tag up into the light. Everything about the girl screamed “Submissive”; the costume, the behavior. And the word “Pet” carved into the silver tag in scrolling script confirmed it. Ciara looks around, she hadn't seen anyone near the Kine as she approached, and none seemed to be headed their way at the moment.* Where is your Master? *Ciara asks, her first words to the Kine delivered in a halting tone.*


*The human looks down as she speaks, her voice barely a whisper* He's busy tonight. He told me to come alone, so I didn't fall out of practice; or forget my place... *Ciara smiles, reaching down to take the leash from the girl's hands, slowly running the links through her fingers as if they were rosary beads. She doesn't speak, letting the girl fidget at the stranger who had taken her lead. Ciara finally speaks, just before the line would have gone taunt.* Does “practice” include Play, Pet? *Ciara asks; the shorter female pausing a moment before nodding her head slowly “yes”.*


Good. Follow... *Ciara puts a snap of command into the second sentence, giving the Kine only a second to react as she turns away, leash still in hand, and heads towards the bar. She parades the frightened girl through the crowd, making a point of showing off the control she has of the Submissive. Ciara can hear the girl whimpering softly, struggling to keep up with the long strides the Kindred makes through the crowd, so short is the leash now that it almost lifts the girl to her tip-toes, forcing her to look up to the ceiling instead of where she's going. Several of the patrons turn to watch the little display of control, Ciara flashing a knowing smile at each of them as she passes.


She keeps the same elevated grip on the lead, the Submissive forced to remain still as Ciara inquires the bar tender about a private room. He points her towards another young woman, standing out of the way against a far wall. She thanks him, gratitude by way of a twenty dollar bill; heading over to speak to Cozette. A short exchange of words, an even shorter exchange of money, and Ciara heads towards one of the Play Rooms in the back of the club; the Ventrue humming softly with her new toy in tow. Its only once they get to the private room that Ciara lets the leash go limp; letting the mortal woman catch her breath as Ciara looks around the room.


It's rather sparse, it seems the patrons have to bring their own toys; most likely for sanitary reasons. But it has all she requires; a long table and a tilting table, not unlike one might find at a chiropractor's office. Leather straps are set into the cold metal of the table top; allowing restraint in various position. Ciara walks over to the table, running her fingers over the shinning metal, trying to decide how she wanted Pet bound for what she has in mind. The positioning would be awkward, but possible; though it would be anything but comfortable for the Submissive. Ciara turns, snapping her fingers* Come. *That same snap of command in her voice; the Kine woman instantly complying. She looks down as she moves to Ciara's side; the female Kindred smiling softly. Whoever this girl's Master was, he had trained her well.


Ciara runs a finger along the girl's pale cheek. Almost linen white, her skin contrasted the slightly faded pink of Ciara's flesh. The moral woman shivers slightly, nibbling her lower lips as Ciara's fingertip traces down to her neck and across her exposed shoulder.* You will service me tonight, Pet. Your only concern will be my fulfillment. Should you perform you task well, I may see fit to grant you some small measure of pleasure. Will you comply? *Ciara moves her fingertip to caress the woman's chin, pulling her gaze up to meet Ciara's. It would be the only time she would be allowed to act as Ciara's equal; but the female Kindred knew there was little chance Pet would refuse. Being forced to serve was no different than rape; it was the willing relinquishing of control that brought a thrill to the Submissive. Pet swallows hard, trying to calm her excitement enough to answer. Her response is barely above a whisper, but it echoes off the bare walls of the private room* Yes...


*Ciara growls, grabbing the leash and pulling it upwards, forcing Pet back onto her tip-toes. She forces the mortal woman to balance like this for several seconds; watching her pulse quicken, the sudden look of panic in the Submissive's eyes* Yes, Mistress... *She corrects Pet, letting go of the leash once the panic begins to turn to true fear.* On the table, now... *She growls in annoyance at having to correct the woman; Ciara moves over to the long table She begins undoing the hidden zipper that attached the hoop skirts to the corset. Being a run way piece, the outfit was designed for rapid costume changes. Now free of the heavy skirt, Ciara is able to move more freely and rapidly, turning back to the table to begin strapping down Pet. She positions the Kine as if she were about to make a snow angel; arms and legs spread slightly to the side.


The mortal woman can barely contain the growing excitement as Ciara begins to fasten the leather restrains. First the ones at her ankles; the tightness of the bonds causing her heart to pound in her chest. Then the ones at her wrists, the soft jingle of the brass buckles making her head spin with anticipation. Once Pet is restrained, Ciara moves up to unhook the leash from the collar. She leans her head down, lips pressing to the mortals lips in a deep kiss. Ciara savors the sensation of Pet's warm flesh caressing hers; pulling her head back reluctantly. Pet cannot repress a smile, Ciara returning it as she flips the release on the tilting top. The bed, and Pet, flip backwards, body weight carrying the bed to a 45 degree angle with the mortal woman resting upside down. She lets out a panicked squeal, gasping for air as best the tight collar will allow as Ciara locks the table back into place. As the Venture comes around the front of the table, Pet understands the reason for the odd positioning; her gaze is perfectly aligned with the white lacy garter belt and panties of her Dom.


Ciara doesn't speak as she slips this off, leaving her bare from her waist to her knees; moving herself in to position over Pet. She takes a few moments to enjoy the soft tickle of the mortal woman's breath on her flesh; teasing Pet by not allowing her to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh that were so close to her mouth. Finally, Ciara can take the anticipation no longer, lowering herself slightly to rest ever so lightly on the Submissive's lips* You may begin... *She says; giving Pet the formal permission she required.


Pet needs no more encouragement, performing with an enthusiasm that surprises Ciara. What was to be merely a distraction to allow her to feed, quickly turns into a pleasure Ciara was more than willing to enjoy. The Beast's need for dominance and control growls deep in her chest; demanding the Kindred take all she can from the willing mortal. And take she does, Ciara allowing Pet to continue until the mortal woman's head fell back onto the table; the mortal woman panting for breath as Ciara reaches down to slowly caress her side. Her fingers tail up the other woman's corset; pausing just long enough to remove the mortal's black underwear. She teases and tortures the girl's body; keeping control of the writhing Pet even as she bring her to the edge again and again.


Finally the poor mortal can take no more, voice cracking as she begs Ciara for relief. Finally, the Kindred does, sinking her fangs into the woman's leg at the same time Pet goes rigid in the restraints. Ciara can't repress a primal growl; the hot blood filling her mouth an even greater pleasure the the ones Pet had given her. She doesn't pull it from the vassel's body, wanting to extend their extacy in the Kiss as long as possible. Finally, she has her fill; taking enough to leave the mortal dazed but doing no long term harm. Ciara licks the wounds to the girl's leg closed, returning her clothing to the proper position before lifting the table top back to level. She reaches down, petting the Pet's face, trying to wake her; but the mortal only whimpers and turns her head.


Ciara can only smile, it seemed both had gotten what they'd wanted tonight. She undoes the buckles, allowing Pet to raise once she'd awoken. Returning to the table; she replaces her own clothes, stepping into the fallen hoop skirt, pulling them up and refastening them to the bottom of her corset. A quick check in a compact to inspect and fix her tussled hair; and she replaces the top hat. A soft kiss on the cheek of Pet that she wouldn't feel, and Ciara was out the door. The second the heavy door closes on the sleep mortal, Ciara lets the attitude and posture of the Dom fall away; returning to the softly smiling young woman that had meet with Priscus Stamford earlier that evening.*