The one about a DJ and her mistress

Chapters

Day 0 - Getting away from Neon
Day 1 - Collars and plushes
Day 2 - Curse this careing bint
Day 3 - A clean DJ is a happy cellist

Day 0 - Getting away from Neon

Author's Note

This is alittle slow but it picks up soonish promise~

Day 0 - Getting away from Neon

Dear current attendant,

It is in my knowledge that you have failed to pay your monthly rent for a third time in a row and are currently 900$ behind. There are two courses of action that I will allow you take. Either you stay and I turn off utilities until you are caught up, or you leave entirely. I require your decision within 24 hours time.

Sincearly,
Filthy Rich

Vinyl sighed as she tucked the letter back in the envelope. Its been a rough few months with Neon. He’s always out, has once again failed to pay the apartment bills, and on top of that is the worst Dom Vinyl has ever been stuck with and shes been stuck with many shitty Doms. Well not exactly stuck. It was toxic, so it was more like mud in the sense of being stuck. Why tromp through it and expend your energy and time getting out when you can stay in one place and hang out with the worms? That is until multiple people tell you your sinking in that mud and that you need to get out ASAP. Well luckily, that day would be today where she would silently leave Neons house, not a shred of information as to where she would be going, and never return. She had found a new dom, a mistress to be exact. According to a few she is great and has been searching for a long time partner after a few years of being a dom for those that only wanted to try out the lifestyle. Apparently none of them wanted to stick around and stay as vanillas.

Grabbing her duffle bag she hoists it above her shoulder. Looking at the ratty apartment littered with various alcohol bottles and even a few prescription bottles made out to no-one in particular, she breathed a sigh of relief and left. Hailing a cab she directs the cabby to the address of her new mistress and the car begins to roll forward. She would be expected in half an hour. Along the trip Vinyl had been running through the conversations the two have shared so far and what would be expected of her. Upon entry she would be calling her mistress, had her a list of things she is and isn't okay with, and she would sign a form of consent. The Mistress would then start from there.

As the cab begins to pull to the side Vinyl takes out the money to pay the cabby all the while studying the building. It was an old but beautiful Victorian grey house that wasn’t too small. It wasn’t exactly a mansion either, lower high class living or upper middle maybe, of course that was only icing on the cake to Vinyl. She could be living in the sewers like a rat for all she cared, as long as her new mistress was not another Neon she was happy as could be. So happy actually that she gave the cabby a generous tip before she began her ascent up the cobblestone stairs. She knocks on the aged wooden door to be greeted by the same beautiful face that was sent to her through there conversations. Her deep purple eyes were very calm and was emphasized by her long dark hair. “Hello Vinyl.” She greeted with a smile.
“Hello Mistress Octavia” Vinyl greeted back happily with a smile to match. Octavia stepped to the side to allow Vinyl access to the house. She steps in to a light lavender mud room and slides off her shoes and places them next to Octavias before walking into the next room which happened to be the living room. This was a cream color and had slightly darker furniture to match.

“So” Octavia starts “The first day I will let you get comfortable, that starts now. Tomorrow morning your real sub training starts as well as your life with me. Now follow me so your not walking around the house like a confused lamb.. with very interesting wool.” She says and begins to exit the living room. “This is the kitchen and over through there is a dinning room. We normally will eat in the kitchen unless there are guests, then its the dinning room.” Heading back out before Vinyl has much of a chance to even see the whole kitchen she starts climbing a stairwell that was against a wall in the living room. “Upstairs is our rooms and hopefully that can turn into room.” She says with a smile and leads Vinyl down the wide hallway, pointing out what each of the rooms were briefly until they reach an olive green door. Octavia swings it open to reveal a medium sized bedroom. “This is yours for now, you will be happy to find that I bought a new bed set for you so you need not worry. There is a dresser and closet for your things.” Vinyl nods and places the duffle bag onto the bed and begins unpacking. “Is that all you brought Vinyl?” She asks a little confused at the lack of things Vinyl brought with.

“Heh, yea.. I don’t have that much stuff.” She replies with an nurvose smile and stuffs her cloths into the dresser. The bag was mostly empty now except for two CDs that she placed atop the dresser next to a lamp. Knowing that what Vinyl said was a straight out lie Octavia took note to bring it up with her later, she did of course tell her that today was a relax day and she planned to stick to her word.
“We will go shopping some time then, I wont have any sub of mine cycling through 10 pairs of old cloths.” Octavia says sternly looking at the poor excuse for a wardrobe. Vinyl nods and puts the duffle bag into the closet before brushing past her mistress and heading back downstairs to the living room, octavia following behind.

~ Later that night~

Once Vinyl had gone to bed Octavia decided to read over the papers Vinyl has provided her, specifically her list of things that she does not consent to. Edge play, needle play, extreme temperature play, anything to do with bathroom habits, extreme anxiety from being left completely alone in silence, will try most things other than these. Oddly short but again, today is not the day to pester and she wasn’t about to wake up Vinyl over it. She hasn’t heard much about her previous partners and doms but clearly nothing good came out of any of them, dragging memories out of her would more than likely cause pain and its too early for that. Putting the files on her desk in the corner of the living room Octavia does her nightly routine of locking the doors and turning out all the lights aside from a few small wall lights and heads to her own room.
Tomorrow is when everything really starts.

Day 1 - Collars and plushes

Octavia being the morning bird she is, woke up at 5 as usual. Vinyl on the other hand was still sleeping like a log comfortably in her room. That would not last long however. Opening the bedroom with not even the curtsy of a knock Octavia tossed a light chain collar onto the sleeping Vinyl effectively jolting her awake. “What the hell!” The blue haired girl squeaks in her short panic.
“Watch your tongue sweet, today starts your life as my sub. I suggest you erase any previous knowledge or training from past doms, you are mine now. Understand?” She announces in a stern voice. Vinyl nods and picks up the metal chain looking at it curiously. “That is what you will wear from now until I deem you worthy of a nicer collar. You will not take it off unless there is dire emergency to remove it, like if you somehow get caught on something and cannot get loose with it on.” She informs in the same stern voice as before.

“I don’t wanna wear your stupid collar” Vinyl mumbles to herself.

“I suggest you speak up sweet. Mumbling is rather rude.” She says, voice still unwavering.

“I said I don’t want to wear this stupid collar.” Vinyl snaps back tossing it to the end of the bed. She doesn’t really mind all that much, its just that with Vinyl she loves to fight and argue. There's a certain fun in weaseling out of things, big or small that she loves and will probably never drop the habit. It could be the most simple of things but she will still try to get out of it like the brat she is. Too bad for her this dom has a spine.

“Okay Sweet, you have two options. You can either put that collar on by the time I count down from 5, or I will put it on you myself.” Looking Octavia up and down and back to the collar Vinyl turn around and huffs. “5...4...3“ Still no response. “2...Vinyl this is your last chance” She warns but just gets a grunt out of Vinyl. Sighing Octavia grabs her by the back of the neck just hard enough so that she can’t get out of her grasp and forces her face down into the bed. Pressing her knee into the middle of her back to prevent escape she grabs the chain collar and wraps it around the squirming girls neck. Before she clasps the back she pulls it through a smallish metal ring that she had in her pocket and hooks a tiny lock on the last chain loop. Making sure the collar is tight enough that she can slip two fingers underneath she locks it and releases Vinyl.

“What the hell Octavia!” She barks at her trying to undo the chain only to find it locked shut.

“I warned you. If you would have listened the first time not only would you not have been shamefully held down but your collar would not have a lock on it nor an O ring. Your actions have consequences here. Now on top of that you have cursed and you have not called me by my appropriate name. That's two strikes. Strikes will be given at the end of the day at 5 giving you 12 hours in between, of course if you do not gain any strikes you get nothing. You also have chances to get points which gets you a prize of sorts. Think of it as a number line, you can go forward or backwards. If you have a strike but gain a point then you go down a strike. Its a very simple but efficient system. Now, I expect to see you downstairs for breakfast clothed in something other than your pajamas.” Octavia orders and turns around to head back down to the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast.

Ten minutes pass until Octavia can hear Vinyl tiredly tromp down the stairs in ripped jeans and an old Infected Mushroom T-Shirt. Placing the plate full of various breakfast foods on the table Octavia sits down at the opposite side of the counter to Vinyl. “Im glad you decided to listen this time.” She says with a smile and takes a sip of her tea.

“Yes mistress, well i was rather hungry so it was in my best interest to accompany you for breakfast.” She growls.

“You’ve quite the attitude sweet.” She finishes her cup and places it into the sink before sitting back down at the counter.

“Are you not going to eat?” Vinyl asks curiously with a fork full of egg half way to her mouth.

“I have eaten already and was not going to eat the same thing as you. I didn’t want to shock your diet too much.” She says absent mindedly as she reads a magazine of sorts.

“Shock my diet?”

Octavia sighs and puts down the magazine. “Yes, shock your diet. From my understanding you have eaten nothing but junk food or hardly anything at all for quite a while if not your whole life. That is about to change. In order to not shock your diet which could lead you to feeling horrible, grumpy, and maybe even make you a little sick, I am going to slowly ease you in to a far healthier diet. Meaning no more pizza for breakfast lunch and dinner three nights a week.” She explains. Vinyl thinks it over for a little bit as she finishes her plate.

“But I like pizza and stuff..” she says a little over a mumble. Huffing Octavia thinks it over

“Maybe if your good and eat what I give you without complaint, I will allow pizza and such some days.” She says and returns to her magazine. Vinyl immediately brightens up.

“Thank you mistress.” She says with a grin. Pleased with how Vinyl has acted since the collar incident Octavia decided to take a strike off of her so as it stands she has a single strike. There are still 11 hours to go however. Vinyl gets up to take her plate to the sink before returning to the counter awaiting for Octavia to give her further commands. As she is waiting she plays around with the chains O ring.
“You may leave and do as you please Sweet. I have no orders for you at this moment and it is too early yet to do anything.” She says still paging through her magazine. Vinyl jumps up to leave to kitchen.

~A few hours later~

Vinyl is laying on the couch watching some horror movie about a big cube maze when she realizes that she hasn’t seen her mistress in a while. After looking around the lower floor she heads upstairs to hear music playing. A cello. “Huh, she must be practicing right now...” She mumbles and heads back down stairs.

“Well since shes a little pre occupied maybe I can get this damned chain off.” Grabbing a small knife from the cutting block in the kitchen Vinyl spins the chain around so the lock is in the front. Standing in front of a small mirror hanging below the steps she jams the very end of the blade into the lock and begins to wiggle it back and forth in hopes of breaking the locking mechanism inside releasing the latch. A few minutes pass before she grunts out of frustration and decides to use a little more force. “For such a little lock its putting up quite the fi- shit.” Stuck. Vinyl looks in the mirror worried at the new predicament she has placed herself in and tries ripping the knife out of the lock. “shit shit shit sHIT SHIT!” She progressively says louder yanking on the knife handle harder but lacking the positional advantage, that is until she stops dead when she can no longer hear the faint sound of music coming from up the stairs. “Great she probably heard me too!” She slams her head into the wall annoyed with her own stupidity. “okay okay think.” The door creaks open and she hears footsteps above her. “NO time to think.” Immediately she vaults over the couch and grabs a pillow.

“What on earth are you doing.” Octavia says annoyed as soon as her foot hits the floor.

“Hmm? Nothing just been watching this movie.” Vinyl says as coolly as possible.

“Uh huh.” She hums as she saunters around the couch and sits down. “Mind explaining the pillow then sweet?” She asks eyeing the pillow that the blue hair girl was hugging tight to her chest.

“N-no reason, I just like to cuddle things okay? Also stop calling me Sweet like I'm a pet or somethin.” Giving a small laugh Octavia gets up from her seat and walks up to where Vinyl was laying and rips the pillow out of her arms before dragging her up by the collar.

“You know I could always get you a cute little plush, maybe a bunny or dinosaur. That would be much more suitable for you to cuddle with, remind me to stop by the children’s section when we go shopping, which is as soon as I get this knife-” She flicks the knife for a bit of emphasis “Out of your collar lock. Also Sweet, I can most guarantee that you ARE MY pet.” She finishes abit louder and rips the knife out of the lock before dropping Vinyl back on the couch. “That's 4 strikes so far sweet and 2 hours to go. Now go brush out your hair as it is a mess and ready to leave for the store. You have 5 minutes.” Not wanting to test Octavia any further the slightly teary and now humiliated Vinyl scurrys upstairs to do as she was commanded.

Author's Note

Slight pick up. Also its shopping time soon. :)

Day 2 - Curse this careing bint

Author's Note

From now on thoughts will be underlined

Oh and warning there is: punishment in this chapter, the hand on booty kind
Just putting that there in case there are like people triggered to it or something.
~~then again they probably should not be reading a BDSM story~~

Enjoy!

Day 2 - Curse this careing bint

Curse this caring bint Vinyl thinks as she is dragged through the nearest store with her beloved mistress picking what ever she wants off the numerous racks of clothing. Hearing her hum this entire time did no justice either. What a sight it must have been to a third party to see an elegant woman such as Octavia happily bounding through the clothing isles throwing cloths into a basket being pushed by a very grumpy blue haired DJ.

"Well sweet there is but just one more stop before we can leave~"

"Great." Vinyl says begrudgingly before putting on her most 'come here sweetie' voice "And what would that be miss?"

"Oh I think it is something you wanted earlier"

Oh she can't mean- Plushies. Plushies everywhere. So many plushies in fact that Vinyl wasn't very sure as to why a store would have so many.

"I know you probably want ALL of them sweet but do try to pick just one~" Octavia says in the most sweetly voice it almost made Vinyl cringe.

"Fine. Ill play your game Octy~" She says back with a just as sweet tone only with a bit more redder face.

"What did you just call me sweet?" dropping the sickly sweet tone she had before

"Oh nothing miss~" She calls back to her as she picks up a blue shark with cartoony teeth and carries it back to the cart. "I would much rather a shark over your suggestions of a bunny or dinosaur miss." She says cheekily before stuffing the large blue shark into the basket with the cloths.

Oh your gonna get it later Scratch

"Sweetie~"

Vinyl had never been so afraid of the word sweetie than right now as she looks at the clock sitting right under the TV. 5:00 pm "Y-yes mistress?" She asked not really wanting to dig her grave any further. I probably racked up like a bazillion strikes, elder gods strike down this woman before its too late

"Come hither please. I'm sure you realize the time~"

Vinyl wasn't sure whether to be more afraid of the sweet tone she used or the uncertainty of what exactly strikes will get her. Getting up from the sofa that was her haven she shuffles over to the awaiting Octavia, head held lower than usual.

"Now then sweet, there is one room within this house that I have not shown you." She begins as she removes the mirror hanging below the stairs, a hole just big enough to fit a hand in being hidden behind it. "I guess you can call it a secret dungeon, granted its a bit more lavish." She lifts the group of wood panels off the wall and behind lay a few steps leading down to a large room; signaling Vinyl to enter said room before she herself heads down as she replaces the wooden panels. (Helps with noise cancellation yea know?) Taking glances around the room Vinyl notices a few things: For one, everything is a shade of purple or grey, secondly there was possibly the most comfy looking bed Vinyl had ever laid her eyes on.

Oh and lets not forget the impressive amount of BDSM furniture and gear lining the walls opposite of the bed. The room almost looked like it was split in half, one half the epitome of comfort and the other bent on ripping down your defenses and exposing your weak inner self.

Walking past Vinyl Octavia drags out a small, about knee height, wooden bench like object that had leather padding covering the top and one side. "Please kneel against this" She asks Vinyl in an unnervingly calm voice. Not finding her voice right away she nods and presses her knees against the object. "Good, now. If you could please remove your trousers or simply unbutton them that would be perfect. Then place your chest and stomach on to the top" Huffing, Vinyl again, obeyed command and slid her jeans down her thighs and was now bent over the wood and leather bench. Walking around the bench Octavia admired the position Vinyl was now in. "Well sweet, within 12 hours time you have managed to gain 7 strikes. Not too bad, but not good either. There's room for improvement, much room for improvement actually. Here is what I'm going to do Sweetie." She continues in the same calm voice as before only this time she was standing right behind Vinyl, a finger hooked in the hem of her blue and white panties. "You will receive 7 smacks, with my hand, bare. Doe's that sound about right to you?"

Slowly she drags the blue and white panties down Vinyls thighs to revile her plush rump. "Yes mistress.." Vinyl mumbles back.

"Ah, I cannot hear you. You simply must speak up sweetie"

"I said yes mistress, you may punish me as you please, just do get over with it please." Vinyl replies back with her full voice.

"Much better~" Octavia chimes before giving Vinyl a hard smack across the rump. Surprised by the sudden stinging of her own flesh Vinyl jumped up and off the bench on impulse with a yelp. "Now now, we can't have you jumping around like that can we?" She asks and forces Vinyl back down onto the bench by the back of the neck. Pulling the smaller woman's hands forward she tied them to the legs of the small wooden structure. "Now sweetie, do you remember what your first strike was?"

"Refusing to put on my collar Mistress."

"Correct. You are to listen to every command I give without putting up a fuss." She gives her another two hard swats, being sure to not strike the same area more than once. "And what were those two for?" She asks again

"Cursing even when you warned me not to Mistress." Vinyl growls out trying to dismiss the pain.

"Correct again." THWACK THWACK THWACK "And those?"

"Trying to remove my collar, lieing, and trying to hide Mistress." Gritting her teeth Vinyl manages to hiss out; her end rapidly turning a cherry red as tears start to form in her eyes.

"Well sweetie, since you have done so well so far I have chosen to take a strike off of you. You have but one more to go. Now tell me. What did you call me at the store?" another hard swat, lower down on her thighs this time.

"I called you Octy, Mistress." Vinyl whimpers out, the pain finally getting to her.

"And why, Sweetie, is that a problem?" Octavia asks further

"Because you told me to call you Mistress, Mistress." She answers back still in a whimper.

"Again, correct." Octavia kneels down to undo her bindings. "Go over to the bed now please." She orders before putting the bench back against the wall. Vinyl immediately pulls her panties and pants up enough so that she can walk without irritating the red flesh and shuffles to the bed. Lowering herself down onto it and curling up she breaks into a small sob. A little crest fallen watching Vinyl cry into the soft fabric of the bed Octavia shakes her head abit before heading over with a small box. Gods I hate it just as much as they do. I wish subs knew it hurt us just as much emotion wise.

"May I see your wounds please sweet?" She asks in a careing tone.

No response

"Sweetie I would like to see your wounds so they do not hurt as bad."

A small while passes before Vinyl slowly gets up from her curled up position to resume the position she was in before. After saying a 'thank you' Octavia opens up the box she had before. Within the box was an assortment of various creams, lotions, and ointments. Grabbing out one she squeezes the contents of the tube into her hand. "This may sting alittle." She warns before applying it to and around the sore areas, effectively getting a long hiss out of Vinyl. "All finished." She reports before packing the box back up and getting up onto the bed herself. Vinyl tries to go back to her curled up position far from Octavia but the cellist had other plans. Placing a hand on Vinyls stomach she drags the DJ over to her and onto her lap before wrapping her up in a hug. "You did very well Sweetie" She says and kisses Vinyls neck softly.

"W-why are you doing this?" She chokes out.

"Doing what?" Octavia asks back a little confused by the question.

"This, the thing your doing right now."

"You mean After Care? Well your suppose to.. its nearing abuse if you don't and shows that your no true dom. Also how am I to allow a cutie like you sit here sobbing on my bed out of pain I caused." Octavia explains giving another small kiss at the end. "Did nobody else do this for you Sweetie?" She asks only to get a head shake in return.

Furious would be an understatement for what the dom felt at this moment. Not wanting to upset Vinyl further or even scare her she set her rage aside to be delt with later.

"Well as long as you stay here, with me, you will be properly taken care of such as the pact of the dom and sub goes, yes?"

Getting a nod out of Vinyl she snuggles her closer.

"I love you Sweetie."

Day 3 - A clean DJ is a happy cellist

Author's Note

HOLY LAWD AN UPDATE ALREADY?! ITS ONLY BEEN 5 WHOLE MONTHS WOWEE!1!1!!

~~IM SORRY~~

Day 3 - A clean DJ is a happy cellist

Vinyl awakens slowly, a few shards of her previous dream clinging to her mind as she stretches out her lanky limbs. Well that was a certainly enjoyable dream~ Laying for a few minuets with a stupid grin on her face she rolls out of the all to comfortable bed and makes her way down to Octavia's room. The door was slightly ajar when she arrived. Stepping inside she could hear faint singing masked with the sound of falling water.

"Miss?" Vinyl asks, turning the knob on her mistresses personal bathroom and stepping inside.

"Yes dear?" She answers back, not seizing in her cleansing.

"Uhm..Nothing I was just wondering where you were and why you didn't wake me this morning like you have been."
The water stops and Octavia steps out, seemingly not caring about the company present at the moment.
Good lord Vinyl comments mentally as a faint pink blush spreads across her cheeks and nose bridge.

"Try not to drool sweet." The taller woman quotes as she wraps a bath robe around herself and grabs the hairdryer. "As for why I haven't
awoken you I had to get ready for work and I was going to let you sleep in for a little but I see that failed."

"Oh okay. Well I'm just gonna go downstairs then or something." Vinyls finishes and goes to excuse herself but Octavia grabbed her collar before she left.

"It has just come to my attention that you have yet to shower since your coming here and I shan't have a sub that smells like sweat and greasy food all the time." She explains and lifts the hem of her subs shirt slightly.

"I don't want a shower right now though." The blue haired DJ whines gently pulling away from Octavia but the dark haired woman still had a firm grip on the chain collar. She turns, still holding onto Vinyl, toward the bath tub and turns the water on.

"Then I guess you would much prefer a bath pet."
She grabs the hem of Vinyls shirt and tugs it off over her head making Vinyl squeak in surprise. Next came off the pajama pants with little records printed onto them and the striped panties underneath. She shivers abit as the cool air now hits her exposed porciline skin.

"W-what the heck!" She squeaks and glares up at the other.

"Get into the tub. Now." Octavia commands putting extra emphasis at the end.

"No."

"Scratch. Get. In. The. Tub."

"...no."

Sighing Octavia swept by her and picked her up bridal style before tossing her into the tub with a loud splash.
"Ack! Jesus fuck is the water cold enough!" Vinyl squeals and attempts to jump right back out but is pushed back down. With one hand Octavia throws down a folded towel for her to kneel on. Grabbing a shampoo bottle off the side she squirts some into her hand.

"Dunk your head underwater."

"F-fuck you"
Octavia turns the shower on and frigged water cascades down onto the blue hair underneath and elicits another squeak. She then grabs the collar and pulls the now soaked her over and roughly lathers the shampoo into the hair. Once done she shoves Vinyls head back into the falling water until no suds remain. Shes starting to shiver pretty bad. Gotta get this over with in the next 5 minuets or so or else more undesirable things may happen Octavia notes to herself. She next grabs the rag and empty's some body wash onto it. Starting at the clavicle she begins to lather the soap onto the other.
"You know. I can Fucking wash myself!" Vinyl snaps, not enjoying the treatment.

"Oh I know dear, the thing is you wont." Octavia replies while getting tantalizing close to the mound of the other. Vinyl suppresses a small whimper as she then roughly goes over her breast. "Done." She announces and stands up. Unhooking the shower head from its holder she haphazardly sprays all the soap off Vinyl with it and bends down to remove the plug. "Now scram." She commands and turns back to the mirror to finish her morning routine. Vinyl gets up and goes to reach for a towel but Octavia swats her hand away.
"Now now. Bad girls don't get nice warm towels."

"But, how am I suppose to dry off to get dressed?"

"Your not. Now go downstairs and begin making breakfast." She demands with a snap to the back of Vinyls thigh. Huffing she does as told and makes way downstairs still soaking wet.
Fucking making me walk around cold, wet, and naked. Fucking making me make her breakfast cold, wet, and naked. Fucking teasing me all the while. AAGH
Tromping into the kitchen she rips open the fridge and begins her first task of the day.

"Excellent Vinyl, albeit a bit burnt and greasy for my tastes but good." Octavia compliments as Vinyl scarfs down her half of the meal, thick pancakes with melted butter and fruit. Oh and of coarse a gallon or two of syrup.

"Yea I learned it from this one guy I lived with for abit. Says he knows all of ITrots hidden recipes or somethin rather." She explains with a full mouth.

"Uh huh."
Octavia glances at the clock on the oven and gets up from her spot. "Welp I must head out. Ill return at 8:00 tonight." She says and pushes a small list of chores toward the still eating girl across from her. "These shall be completed by the time I return. You are not permitted to wear anything but an apron while doing so and that's only so you don't get cleaning chemicals where it shouldn't be."

"but its cold...." Vinyl mumbles

"Hm, what was that sweet?"

"Nothing." She quickly spurts out and finishes her meal.

"Right. Well see you tonight." Octavia says with a smile, puts on a light jacket, and heads out the door. Vinyl then hears the roar of an engine come to life and drive away.
Okay chores what do we got here.
Chores for Scratchy:
(Cleaning materials in the hall closet)
1. Clean both bathrooms
2. Kitchen (yes even inside the oven and microwave)
3. Dishes as usual
4. Dust dinning room
5. Vacuum whole house
6. Water ALL plants
...
Wait.
Vinyl looks about the kitchen and peeks into the living room. We don't have any plants except for... She looks outside and at the circular garden her mistress has planted in the back. GREAAAAAAAAT She sighs and looks back at the list in dismay. With a grumble Vinyl ascends the stairs and heads for the closet to start with the tasks.

With a click the loud vurring of the vacuum dies out and the cord is wrapped around two prongs on the side before being dragged back up the stairs and into its rightful home. Looking over at the clock she reads the large 6:00 scrawled on it. I still have two hours and just this last chore. With a huff she goes over to the metal watering can sitting next to the back door and fills it with water. Taking a big breath she opens the back door and scrambles for the patch of flowers and other vegetation and circles around it, pouring the water out all the while. Once done she makes a mad dash back to the door and slips back inside. Dumping the can back where she found it she rubs the chill off her arms and makes her way to the couch. Picking up the remote she brings the tv to life and changes the channel to some documentary about wild horses. "Horses are weird. How can those thin sticks they call legs hold up that bolder of a body?" She asks to nobody in particular. She makes it about 20 minuets in until she falls asleep.

click

Vinyl awakes to the door opening. She glances at the clock and sees that its 7:57. "Welcome back missss." She greets lazily, wanting to go back to sleep.
"I thought I said to have all the chores done by the time I got home?" Octavia greets if you can call it that.

Blinking Vinyls sits up and looks at her confused. "I did?"

"What about the plants on the front porch then Scratch?" Irritation and stress present in her voice.
Ack shit those things "I forgot that there were plants on the front porch. Ill go water them right away miss." She then jumps up and grabs the watering can and fills it. Then she remembers that she is in fact still nude. "Wait, what if someone sees me?" She asks re-entering the living room.

"Then they see you." Octavia shrugs as she removes her shoes and jacket.

"Uhm."

"What? Go already." She commands.

"Can I like borrow your jacket or something at least?"

"No. Go." She commands yet again only shuffling Vinyl out the door this time. Octavia stood in the doorway to monitor. Shaking from the chill of the night air and the anxiety of being seen by others she sprinkles the water on both vases of vegetation and then tries to move past her mistress.

"Please let me back in miss-s." She pleas, the chill and worry really starting to grab a hold of her.

"Nah ah ah. This is your punishment sweet for cursing at me twice this morning and for not following orders. You have one minuet. Go out to the car and grab my cello and carry it back in for me."
Peering at the car parked at the end of the longish walkway she huffs and scurries over to it. Pulling open the jet black car door she pops open the trunk and hauls out the monstrous string instrument and closes the trunk. Pulling it onto her back with a grunt she goes back up the walkway and through the now empty doorway, up the stairs, and into her mistresses bedroom where it belongs. Making her way back down shaky as ever she finds the taller woman comfortably laying on her side on the couch with a blanket over top of her. Spying the shivering girl Octavia lifts up the blanket as an invitation and instantly Vinyl takes it. Pressing her back right against Octavias belly and chest she is then draped over with the blanket and a slightly tanned arm.
"Warm now my sweet?" Octavia asks, the sweetness returning to her voice.

"Yes miss." Vinyl says content as sleep begins to take hold of her again. You have NO idea oh m fucking Christ shes like a space heater