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Title: To Tame a Bitch
Orihara Izaya was a man who believed he was above human. His actions spoke volumes of this ideal and he had no qualms letting everyone know about it. He wanted to be more than just a demi-god. He wanted to be a true immortal, a god. A loving god who loved all humans and all humans must love him.
However his love was no where benevolent. It was twisted and dark. Because he believed that eventually, when humans were thrown in a helpless situation, their true dark selves emerged, destroying whatever light that they once may have believed.
And because he believed this, he would test his beloved humans, cornering them with mind games, watching what they would do next.
Would they bore him with the expected? Or would they surprise him with the unexpected.
Very, very, very few passed the test and did something unexpected.
But that was alright. He understood humans. He was above them. That's why he understood them. And it was alright that they always did the boring routine.
So when someone drugged the infamous informant, tied him up, carried him into a van, and then tossed him into a small cramped dark space, Izaya didn't scream for help. He knew better.
It took a special kind of man to want to keep someone like Orihara Izaya as a pet and try to tame him.
The first week, Izaya resisted hard. He refused to moan or scream even as he was forced multiple orgasms with a butt plug in his ass, the constant vibrator which half tilted Izaya to borderline insanity with pain and pleasure with the choker on his neck giving him a steady feed of electric stimulation.
He was forced on all fours with a bar spreader shackled from ankle to ankle and wrist to wrist. Only time he was not wearing them was when he was walked on a leash or was being bathed.
And to make this pet project complete, the end of the buttplug had a tail like a bushy dog's tail and he was forced to wear a headband of dog ears along with a gagball tied to his mouth.
He was groomed like a dog by four beautiful women who were more like robots than human. They wore tight maid outfits in short skirts. Their faces were heavy with makeup and emotionless. Though they had different features on their faces, they were no different from one another as they expressed no personalities to distinguish them.
Izaya was never allowed outside the suite. He received all his training inside the luxurious suite for days and weeks.
And the craziest part of it all, was that Izaya still could not figure out his 'master.'