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. :)