The click of those heels was enough to get a small smirk from Tseng, and a brief glance showed that X'rhun wasn't attempting to hide behind his tail anymore. Oh, that was perfect, and Tseng was going to enjoy this new attitude greatly. Even if it was burning shame more than anything else.
He nodded to the soldier reporting before issuing a few orders, and the man saluted before hurrying off. Tseng turned to fully look at the mortified miqo'te and tisked, jingling the chain a bit to get his attention. "You should show a bit of pride in your position, pet," he said, reaching out to curl a finger under X'rhun's chin to lift his face. "After all, not just anyone could be my pet and companion."
A work in progress to be sure, but Tseng had faith that there would come a day when X'rhun walked with his head up, shoulder's back, and a shy blush on his cheeks.
He started walking again, making sure to give X'rhun plenty of time to realize that before there was any strain on that pretty cock. The chain attached there was more to draw the eye of others than do any lasting damage to his new property. Tseng was sure there would be a report or two slipping back to Eorzea from a few of the spies that he had yet to weed out, but there was legally nothing any of the leaders could do about the situation since this was the result of an unprovoked attack against him and his people. X'rhun wasn't being executed after all, and none of them had a say in how he punished the criminals in his lands.
Tseng did so love legal loopholes after all.
The rooms Tseng led his toy to were richly decorated without being gaudy, and there was a velvet-lined tray waiting on the main table containing a fancy collar and several matching rings with either a sparkling jewel or a bell.
"Ah good, Your new jewelry is here," Tseng said, stopping next to the table. He unhooked the leash before quickly and expertly changing out the various rings, ensuring that each nipple had a belled ring as well as the top of his cock. The plain collar around X'rhun's throat was removed before the fancy one with scrollwork and jewels was fastened around his throat. The discrete needles sliding back into his skin, and Tseng wasn't worried about X'rhun doing anything as there was a buildup of the chemicals in his body from wearing the first collar without rest. It would take at least a day without the chemicals being pumped into his body to allow him access to his aether again.
"There you are. A proper pet," Tseng said with a smile as he led X'rhun over to a full-length mirror to get a look at himself. He unfastened those wrists, curious to see what the miqo'te would do now even as he pressed himself against X'rhun's back, one arm snaking around that corseted waist. "Why don't you stroke your cock, pet. Get yourself nice and hard while listening to the music you make."
It was less of a request and more of an order, and Tseng patiently waited to see what X'rhun would do.
It's fine. RL happens.
He nodded to the soldier reporting before issuing a few orders, and the man saluted before hurrying off. Tseng turned to fully look at the mortified miqo'te and tisked, jingling the chain a bit to get his attention. "You should show a bit of pride in your position, pet," he said, reaching out to curl a finger under X'rhun's chin to lift his face. "After all, not just anyone could be my pet and companion."
A work in progress to be sure, but Tseng had faith that there would come a day when X'rhun walked with his head up, shoulder's back, and a shy blush on his cheeks.
He started walking again, making sure to give X'rhun plenty of time to realize that before there was any strain on that pretty cock. The chain attached there was more to draw the eye of others than do any lasting damage to his new property. Tseng was sure there would be a report or two slipping back to Eorzea from a few of the spies that he had yet to weed out, but there was legally nothing any of the leaders could do about the situation since this was the result of an unprovoked attack against him and his people. X'rhun wasn't being executed after all, and none of them had a say in how he punished the criminals in his lands.
Tseng did so love legal loopholes after all.
The rooms Tseng led his toy to were richly decorated without being gaudy, and there was a velvet-lined tray waiting on the main table containing a fancy collar and several matching rings with either a sparkling jewel or a bell.
"Ah good, Your new jewelry is here," Tseng said, stopping next to the table. He unhooked the leash before quickly and expertly changing out the various rings, ensuring that each nipple had a belled ring as well as the top of his cock. The plain collar around X'rhun's throat was removed before the fancy one with scrollwork and jewels was fastened around his throat. The discrete needles sliding back into his skin, and Tseng wasn't worried about X'rhun doing anything as there was a buildup of the chemicals in his body from wearing the first collar without rest. It would take at least a day without the chemicals being pumped into his body to allow him access to his aether again.
"There you are. A proper pet," Tseng said with a smile as he led X'rhun over to a full-length mirror to get a look at himself. He unfastened those wrists, curious to see what the miqo'te would do now even as he pressed himself against X'rhun's back, one arm snaking around that corseted waist. "Why don't you stroke your cock, pet. Get yourself nice and hard while listening to the music you make."
It was less of a request and more of an order, and Tseng patiently waited to see what X'rhun would do.