Lights slowly bled into existence from the dark, or perhaps the figure was being formed from the dark and dragging the light with it, the effect disorienting and hard to discern. The humanoid figure began materialising from it’s side to the center, clad in what appeared to be a form fitting black mail armour top with hood. Long luxurious legs began to take shape, covered in thigh high dark leather heeled boots that laced up the front along the full length. My hungry eyes followed the pattern of the boot laces, all the way up those long legs to where they continued behind a short leather skirt the same colour as the boots. The skirt was barely long enough to perform its function of concealing all the rude bits from view. The leather barely twenty centimeters long, draped down from low on her hips. It was tied off with a belt looped over itself, holding both the skirt and dark mail top to sensuously curved hips leading up to a flat stomach and ample D cup breasts. The dark mail armour appeared to continue into the hood to cover her face as well. It’s impossible to tell, as the hood covering her head absorbed all light, concealing her facial features from the most intense appraisal. Feathered wings, dark as night with deep red highlights shivered emotively behind the hooded woman as she silently watched my appreciation for her now fully materialised body. In her hands she held a giant two handed sword, resting it point first on the ground, the glint of the shining steel a stark contrast to the black of her plate gauntlets resting atop the pommel just below her breasts.
“Greetings dungeon master.” The voice of the assistant spoke from the dark under the hood. Reflexively I moved a step closer trying to see through the inky blackness, but even within the light of the now fully lit room it was impossible, her face seemingly sucking all light out the atmosphere. She hefted the sword and held it aloft in a ready stance for only a moment before it simply shimmered out of existence.
As I stared dumbstruck at the display, taking the lead she stepped forward confidently, placing her left hand on my right shoulder as she slowly circled, taking in my own avatar with a nod, displaying her apparent appreciation of my choices. I remained stationary in a relaxed parade rest stance as fingers far to soft for being covered in plate gauntlets ran lazily first down one, then the other of my new wings at my back. I shivered involuntarily at the new and unfamiliar sensation of my wings being touched so delicately. Or perhaps it’s because I’m normally the one doing the inspection, not the other way around. It’s an interestingly intense experience being on this side of things. Moving from my left behind me, another hand was gently placed on my shoulder as she again moved to stand before me, though much closer this time. She angled her head side to side, slowly weaving in a figure eight as she absorbed every detail of my face, constantly, but slowly getting closer with each weave of her head.
Now barely an inch from my nose I was still unable to see within the blackness of the hood covering her features. Her head ceased weaving and angled slightly to the right. She was observing me very closely as she leaned in further. I fell the warm caress of her breath across my lips, and I gotta say, despite the ample warning I was a little surprised when a set of wet lips touched mine. I returned the kiss, the rising heat of passion quickly ebbing and flowing between us as I simply enjoyed the taste of her tongue for several moments. The unknown woman let loose a contented sigh into my mouth before our lips completely broke contact. A satisfied voice spoke from the unfathomable depths of the hooded woman.
“I most definitely approve dungeon master.” She purred at me from her original position.
“Thank you.” I forced myself to address her briefly, unsure what might piss off an angel, and not keen on finding out if smiting was a thing. Dungeon master was a new honorific I doubted I’d ever get used to, I much preferred being addressed as simply Master, Sir, Daddy, or any of the other various titles associated with any number of different kinks. I had always offered my pets a small sense of power by typically not insisting on a specific honorific, rather allowing them to choose one that suited their own sensibilities. This was of course a little bit of a cheat, as whatever my prospective pet chose, it would give me the edge in knowing how to better please my girls. I pushed the thoughts aside, time to get things back into the correct order.
“Where are we?” I asked, now able to look around the fully lit room, roughly ten by ten meters with a high flat roof perhaps five meters above our heads. There were no windows or doors in the large sandstone bricks forming the boundary of my current environment. The light filling the room, in direct opposition to the previous blackness, seemed to be coming from both everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
“This is the design, or control room of your dungeon.” She stood in a relaxed posture similar to my own, hands clasped lightly to her front with her wings nuzzled tightly against her back. She tilted her head slightly to one side as if forming a question, it was hard to tell without being able to see her facial expressions.
Never one to shy from seizing the initiative, I moved forward and gazed at her body with an appreciative expression. Inwardly I was like a kid in a candy store, not sure what to try first as my eyes hungrily roved over her gorgeous form. It didn’t take long for old habits to come to the surface and I began as though inspecting a hopeful new pet or playmate standing submissively before me. With renewed intent I placed a hand lightly on her slender shoulder, the mail armour surprisingly cool to the touch. I typically conducted inspections of this nature fully clothed with the subject completely naked, so this was going to be a new experience for me.
The as yet unnamed woman turned her face to look into my eyes, unable to see any expression within her hood has to how my actions were about to be received I reached into the blackness and lightly pinched her chin, holding it in place. Not enough to hurt, but enough pressure to ensure there was no question as to her place, I moved her head back to the front.
I typically conducted first meetings with potential playmates in public places, we would discuss things like expectations, particular kinks and desires, even experience to name a few topics. This was far from a typical first meeting, I had never expected I would have the opportunity to inspect an angel to judge her suitability. Then again, I was never one to shy away from a challenge.
“Eyes front. Disrobe.” I spoke confidently and clearly, all the while my hearth about to explode as I secretly waiting for her to smite me into a pile of ash.
She turned her head to again stare at me. I raised my eyebrow with a stern expression in response.
“I… of course dungeon master.” She responded after several heart beats. Her eyes lowered to the ground, her voice a mix of excitement and submissiveness as she spoke. Unfortunately there was no sexy strip tease, no embarrassment or shy smiles pointed my direction as she striped, and no nervously shaking hands as she removed her panties. It was a genuine shame, these are some of my favorite things about the process. Unfortunately for me, her clothes were just… gone, as though she willed them from existence.
My eyes were immediately drawn to long, luxuriously smooth black hair trailing down and over her shoulders. My eyes widened at the sight of her sparkling pure black orbs looking back at me with an intense curiosity as her face shyly rose to observe my reaction. I slowly caressed the soft skin of her cheek, my fingers traced and followed the line of her sharply angular cheek bone with genuine awe at her visage. Her full and pouty blood red lips separated slightly at my caress.
I moved my hand to her shoulder, squeezing slightly to feel strong coiled muscle bound like steel cable, her supple skin concealed her firmly muscled nature. Smoother and more luxurious than the skin of any woman I had ever before had the privilege to touch, her skin was a powdery white… whiter than paper. I have never seen anything like it before.
Is she a prospective pet… or is she already mine? I mused internally, almost subconsciously as I continued my inspection. I had already decided to claim the angel, I could work on any deficiencies I might discover over time. Maintaining a downward pressure, similar to the force of my grip on her shoulder, I flattened my palm and slowly stroked across the top of her cleavage. As I touched and caressed each mound I closely observed her facial expressions and body language for any indication of potentially unwanted contact. Her eyes however were closed, her neck stretching and her head moving in slow circles, savouring the caress of my warm hands against her naked flesh.
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I moved front and center, to fully face the angel before me. “From this point forward you will address me as either ‘Sir’, or ‘Master’.”
“Y… Yes Master!” Her voice was hot and breathy.
I smiled. My new pet was clearly attempting to maintain a steady tone of voice, however the thrill she was feeling moved like an electric current, vibrating through her body and her slightly hesitant smile. She was clearly excited.
I nodded my head ever so slightly in approval, and whilst maintaining the pressure of my previous touch, moved a hand central to and below her breasts, snuggling in beneath her under boob. The other I placed on her back, I began by running my hands with firm pressure across every inch of her torso in unison with the palm of my hand on her back as I lowered myself into a kneeling position to her side.
The subjects body language made no indication that my attentions are unwelcome, going by her blissful expression, slight trembling and closed eyes my attentions are more than welcome. As though sensing my gaze the fallen angel looked down to me through her half lidded eyes, the pure black orbs now fully focused and attentive. Want and need began to radiate from her pleasure centre, the heat in the flat of my palm undeniable.
“Good girl.” I genuinely praised her unmoving form with an almost whisper.
She flashed a broad sultry smile in recognition of the praise but otherwise remained silent as I stood, pulling myself up with the help of the leverage of her curved hips, causing her wings to quickly jut out a small distance to help maintain her balance. I resisted the temptation of trailing kisses along her stomach and instead walked behind her as I gently squeezed her shoulder.
As I stepped behind the fallen angel I moved my fingers to her wings, enjoying the texture as they vibrated, ruffling slightly at my touch, her back shivering slightly in sympathetic pleasure. I stepped in closer to her naked body, breathing into the side of her face. Her delicate ears are slightly pointed and angled backwards, the tips barely poking through her dark hair. My warm breath caressed the skin of her neck , raising tiny goosebumps. My hand wandered almost of its own accord as I admired her slender neck, barely touching her skin and hovering over her lower back.
I admired my new pet as I payed with her and listened to the musical notes of her quite moaning as she tried to find her voice.
“uh…uh…” between breaths of pleasure from the stimulation she finally managed to stumble out “My master.”
It’s all the encouragement I needed.
I briefly considered pushing things further. I only thought about it for a second or two however. I very rarely pleasured myself with new pets, the first private ‘interview’ is always about the submissive subject and exploratory in nature, learning the likes and dislikes of new play things. The angels moaning quickly changed from pleasurable to questioning, or perhaps complaining, at the lack of sensation.
As I again refocused my attention she cooed quietly in anticipation of what was to come, her fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs above the knees to further stabilise her precarious position. In short order my angel immediately shuddered with a release of tingling pleasure, her torso bucking slightly with each gentle wave.
“… so … good.” she managed to gasp out long seconds latter as the spasms began to fade.
When her short intakes of breath returned to normal I stood, guiding her shoulders so she was in an upright standing position, then returned again to her front and gently raised her lips to mine with a now familiar grip on her chin. Once her tongue stopped flicking along my fingers she smiled shyly at my approving glance and attempted to avert her gaze. I pinched her chin again, wanting to remind myself of the taste her lips.
Much like the rest of my fallen angel, her lips are like nothing I had ever had the pleasure of tasting before. I ran my tongue across her closed mouth before sealing our lips together once again, her mouth opened slightly, inviting my tongue to caress her own. As we kissed, and with the excitement now ebbing, I remember that I don’t know her name, it hardly seems to matter now though. She is mine. If I need to address her as anything other than pet I will grant her a name as I have to those before her and those that will join her.
As fun as this introduction to my new pet was, there’s work to do, I separated our lips with a final lash of my tongue and taking a step back, I folded my arms across my chest. Sensing the change of mood my pet reequipped her armor in the immediate jolting fashion that only system allowed. I smiled into the blackness staring back at me, this was turning out to be a much better day than I ever would have thought possible just an hour previous, as such I was in a very pleasant frame of mind. For a brief instant Janet and Melissa entered my thoughts, to say I was concerned would have been a significant understatement. Realistically there really wasn’t anything I could do about it given the current situation, I simply hoped they would be adjusting to their new lives as well as could be expected.
Some new messages flashed into existence halting my introspection.
Title Unlocked: Dominator
A Dungeon Master without a dungeon, yet you have managed to enthral a sentient being.
Rewards: Slave collars unlock for purchase from system store;
Dungeon Slave Ability: Rather than using a slave collare you are able to entwine the magic of a slave collar within the very fibre of any sentient binding them to the dungeon.
500 DMP
Notes
Whilst it is possible to enslave an enthralled sentient, it is not necessary. Providing your enthralled are content with their station they will willingly follow any command given.
Using your Dungeon Slave ability will bind the sentient to the dungeon, these sentients gain the same benefits as other mobs within the dungeon and are able to respawn after death, however they are unable to leave the dungeons sphere of influence.
WORLD FIRST
As the first sentient to enthrall another you have been granted the following rewards:
You are now 20% more likely to enthrall sentients regardless of any charisma checks or statistic boosting effects the target may have to resist your ‘affections’. This bonus stacks with any other effect.
Second Sight: You are now able to see through the eyes of any Enthralled; Enslaved; Dungeon Slave; or Dungeon Bound sentient.
Recall: You are now able to recall any Enthralled; Enslaved; Dungeon Slave; or Dungeon Bound to your side.
1000 DMP
Level 2
Congratulations on reaching Dungeon Level 2!
Observe: You are now able to sense the Name, Level, Class, Race, and Titles of any monster or sentient.
You have been granted access to additional items for purchase from the system store.
100 DMP
As I finishe swiping away the notifications I was essentially tackle hugged by a very happy and content pet.
“Master, that was… amazing!” She breathed into my neck, mashing her chest against mine and wrapping her legs around my waist.
“I received a bonus from being enthralled as well, that will come in handy.” she added looking into my eyes happily.
“I can leave your dungeon and travel on the surface now, provided I remain within your area of influence.” The merry melody of her voice was contagious.
With a grin I glanced at the information hovering over my pets head, now available from the observe ability.
Andras (Pet)
Class: Warrior
Race: Angel
Titles: Fallen; Dungeon Bound; Enthralled
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself Andras.” The fallen angel stiffened at the use of her name, releasing her full limbed embrace she dropped to the floor as the heat of the room fled along with her own withdrawal. She lowered her head, eyes cast to the floor in either shame or sadness, I needed to salvage the situation quickly.
“Hmm, perhaps I will call you Raven.” I had always been lucky with women, I was glad to see at least that much hadn’t changed as my fallen angel perked up immediately, causing me to wonder if the name Andras was not in fact her own and perhaps given by a former master. It was entirely possible, she had followed my direction and held the positions I placed her in during the inspection with little difficulty. I filed the thought away for future consideration.
“How do we proceed?” I asked, grinning down into the depths or her hood as the name change appeared above her head.