The Making of a Pet

You are a high ranking official of your land, one of sand dunes and oases. The class system is strict, the average man must pay you respects, servants may not speak to the sultan without being spoken to first and must pay you respects, and slaves may not even gaze upon the sultan and can not speak to you with being spoken to first. Defiance is met with harsh punishment, and life has proceeded for you as smoothly as you could reasonably imagine. Your day to day life has become rather routine. Wake up, be dressed, eat, deal with minor complications to your estate, sign off on trade deals, go and eat at a local restaurant, meet with other officials and nobles, if it's important meet with the sultan, return home, finish a few more deals, read and drink, the return to bed. You almost have the timing down to the quarter hour now. It's rather mundane the longer it persists. You felt like there was perhaps something out there you could do to spice things up.

Melody lived in a rather lower class area of the city. The 7th child to her family, all living in a single small hut that barely had 4 rooms, including a common room and kitchen. On this side of the city, large families were common, especially with how much the hut costed each family. Every member had to work to afford it, and Melody had been working, along with her siblings since they were just hitting double digits in age. Things were manageable for them all until they received news that rent would again go up. For a few months, they could manage, but their savings started to dry up and the family had to think of something. There had to be a legal way to gather a large sum of money in a short time for the family's survival. Nobody in Melody's family knew what they could do, until her father begged Melody for something on the day of her 18th birthday. Sell herself as a slave to keep the family afloat.

You were in the midst of taking a stroll through a slightly lower end of the city than you were used to, trying to see if there was anything interesting to be enjoyed on this side without risking being robbed or assassinated, when you entered a market. Plenty of produce and spices that you signed off on a few days ago, as well as a familiar merchant here and there. The bustling streets were interesting, but your thoughts were interrupted by a loud voice. You walked over to investigate when you saw a stage with a man and a diverse selection of people. In a moment, you understood this was an auction for slaves. There were a number of figures. A strong man, built, yet chained. An enemy soldier to the city. A meager looking man, looking beaten up recently given the state of his glasses. Perhaps a scholar who was kidnapped to be sold? However the one that really caught your eye was a young woman, dressed and covered respectfully as most around were, unchained, seemingly willingly letting herself be sold. She was obviously going to be fought for at the auction, but you were the richest. You could easily beat anyone else here. That woman, Melody, would be your new slave.

Hello! Thank you for reading my introduction to my new idea. I've been getting a bad craving for some good pet play and bondage stuff and I hope I could give a good hook to lead into that stuff. To make this clear, this roleplay will consist of dubious consent, pet play, bondage, varying degrees of bdsm, and hopefully mind break as you corrupt and force my character Melody into being nothing more than a pet for you. I am looking for you to play the dom, any gender works, male, female, futa. The setting and idea or a bit loose to allow for both of us to elaborate on it, and we can discuss further on specifics, but right now I have it middle-eastern inspired and quite grounded in reality, but I can be convinced to shift it into possibly fantasy or otherwise.

Here's the reference for Melody. I hope to hear from you and wish you an amazing week!