The Collar of Submission

Rika’s eyes trembled with a mixture of joy and astonishment. Staring straight into them, I kissed her once more.

"Mgh... Haa... Ah... Princess... Sera..."

In Rika's imagination, a kiss with Carmel was nothing more than an unfulfilled fantasy. As if to overwrite that illusion with reality, I moved my lips against hers with fierce intensity.

To hold Rika. To steal her away from Carmel. To accept her as my own, my loyal dog. This was the conclusion I had reached regarding her.

Looking toward the distant future, there was no need to agonize over it. I fully intended to possess Carmel one day. When that time came, it wouldn't matter whether Rika followed Carmel or me. Even if she returned to being Carmel's subordinate, once Carmel belonged to me, Rika would naturally become mine as well.

Therefore, there was no harm in accelerating the timeline. In fact, it was highly advantageous for me. After a long, deep entanglement of our tongues, I parted my lips from hers. Slumped on the floor, Rika wore an ecstatic expression, looking utterly overwhelmed by the favor bestowed upon her.

"Rika, I still suspect you might be under the influence of the Hypnotic Incense."

"N-No, that is not true...! My feelings... they are entirely genuine...!"

"No. Even if that is the case, it does not matter. Whether you are currently under the influence of the Hypnotic Incense or not, I have decided to accept you."

"I-Is that truly so?"

"Yes. If the Hypnotic Incense has penetrated your subconscious beyond repair, then I will simply train you until that falsehood becomes your absolute truth. I will condition you so thoroughly that even if the effects of the incense wear off, the very thought of betraying me will never cross your mind."

A fabricated affection and loyalty born of the Hypnotic Incense. I would transform it all into the real thing by pouring an overwhelming, overflowing amount of affection into her.

"I will replace every trace of Mother inside you... with myself."

Was rubbing our bodies together next? I opened my arms with a gentle smile. Rika accepted my embrace with hesitant movements. Our breasts pressed together, nipples brushing against one another. Slowly, softly, I rubbed my chest against hers, whispering in a sweet, melting voice close to her ear.

"I love you, Rika."

"Ah...!"

I could feel her pulse quickening. Rika surely knew that the confession of love I had just whispered was not entirely sincere. After all, I had only just revealed to her that my ultimate goal was Carmel. Yet, just because it wasn't a hundred percent genuine didn't make it a complete lie. My desire to make Rika mine was real, as was my urge to enjoy her magnificent body.

A faint sensation of pleasure rippled from our touching nipples. But a mere brush was far from enough to satisfy her. This was not the level of pleasure Rika truly craved.

"Get back down on all fours, Rika. I will give you what you truly desire."

"Y-Yes, Your Highness...!"

Rika eagerly resumed her canine posture. I moved behind her, positioning myself where I had a clear view of her soaking-wet panties. The moment I placed my hands on her hips, her entire body shuddered. Stroking her flesh with soft, lewd caresses, I spoke in a teasing voice.

"You are already dripping wet. Fufu, getting aroused for your master... what a cheeky, filthy bitch you are."

"I-I am deeply sorry...!"

"There is no need to apologize. I happen to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have quite a fondness for bitches like you."

I wasn't sure how they were folded, but with a single tug, Rika's panties unraveled into a long strip of cloth. Just like that, her pussy was laid bare before my eyes. Her folds twitched, opening and closing as they wept sweet nectar. Showing no shame whatsoever, she parted herself willingly, eager to display her inner flesh. It felt as though she would climax at the slightest touch—no, she could probably come even without being touched. She was merely gritting her teeth and holding back. Just from the weight of my gaze alone, Rika let out a highly suggestive groan.

"Haa, ahhn... Nngh..."

"Do you want to come, Rika?"

"Y-Yes... I want to... I want to come, Your Highness..."

"Very well. Then raise your hips a little higher."

Rika lowered her upper body and pushed her rear further into the air. Bending down slightly, I found the perfect angle. I pressed my lips against the heat of her aroused pussy.

"Hee-ah...!"

My lips parted her entrance, and my tongue plunged inside. Enveloped by the tight pressure of her folds, my tongue swirled and flicked, stimulating her sensitive flesh. Barely able to breathe, Rika gasped out shallow, broken whimpers.

"Ah...! Nnh...! H-Haa, ah...! The Princess... is... mgh... to my, my...!"

Master and dog. Usually, these were roles assumed only during intimate play. However, I got the distinct impression that Rika viewed our relationship this way even in her daily life. To have her noble master gently lick the most private, shameful part of her—a mere pet and slave—must have filled her with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and awe. Furthermore, this was something even the Carmel of her imagination had never done. It was likely something she had never dared to even dream of.

But letting her cry out too loudly was dangerous. Who knew when another cute little voyeur might sneak close? I pulled my mouth away from her pussy for a moment and spoke.

"Keep your voice down, Rika. It might be best to cover your mouth."

"...Y-Yes, Your Highness..."

Answering in a completely melted voice, Rika clamped her hand firmly over her own mouth. It seemed there was no longer any need for me to hold back. Spreading her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠folds wide with both hands, I began to lick her even deeper than before.

"....Mmph....! ...Ngh...!"

Muffled whimpers leaked through the gaps of the fingers covering her mouth. I continued to meticulously lap up every inch of her wetness with my tongue.

"Hngh! Ah...! Mmmph...!"

Shudder, shudder, shudder! With violent tremors, Rika finally came. Having held back for so long, the intensity of her climax seemed absolutely staggering. The moment I stepped aside, a copious amount of fluid sprayed from her pussy, splashing onto the floor. Her squirt showed no signs of stopping for quite some time. Trembling violently with her hips thrust high in the air as she came—it was a vulgar sight, yet one that suited my little bitch perfectly.

Having stepped out of her "bitch mode" and put her clothes back on, Rika seemed to have calmed down slightly from her earlier excitement, though her face remained flushed a deep crimson. She even went so far as to diligently mop up the puddle she had made on the floor. Watching her work with such an embarrassed expression was quite entertaining in its own right.

Once she finished cleaning up and I sat back down, I spoke to her.

"It is a pity there is no bed here. I could have made you feel far more intense, exquisite pleasure..."

"P-Please... What you have bestowed upon me today is already more than enough."

"Oh? So you are saying you do not want it? Something far more incredible than this."

"...Ah..."

Rika seemed to realize she had made a slip of the tongue. Her face contorted into an expression of sheer agony, as if she were about to cough up blood. Teasing her was fun in a completely different way compared to Carmel or Rielia.

"I am only teasing. Fufu, I will give you plenty of opportunities in the future. After all, I have decided to accept you as my dog."

"Y-Yes... Thank you, Your Highness."

As Rika let out a sigh of relief, I pulled a small box out of the bag I had brought with me.

"Princess, what is this...?"

"Open it."

Inside the box lay a simple black choker. Aside from a single metal ring, it had no special decorations or patterns—an object far removed from anything resembling jewelry.

"This is an item called the Collar of Submission. It is a magic item that prevents the wearer from disobeying their master's commands, and inflicts excruciating pain should they ever harbor any intent to harm them. It is a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gift I prepared specifically for you. Naturally, I have set myself as its master. Rika, will you wear this for me?"

Rika answered almost instantly.

"Yes, gladly."

Rika picked it up and fastened it around her neck without a moment's hesitation. Seeing it on her, it truly did look like a dog's collar.

Of course, the "Collar of Submission" was a complete lie. I had never acquired such an incredible magic item. It was nothing more than an ordinary metal choker. This was my final test for Rika, as well as a small insurance policy in case she ever had a change of heart. I would easily be able to tell if she intended to betray me based on whether she kept the collar on or took it off. Naturally, this would be useless if she realized it was a fake.

Rika was gently tracing the choker with her fingers, looking quite pleased with the gift. In truth, it suited her appearance remarkably well. Watching her, I cleared my throat and spoke.

"Good girl, Rika. Actually, there is a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠task I wish to entrust to you in the near future."

"I will do whatever you command, Your Highness. What is the nature of this task?"

"I will soon be traveling to Lorencia upon their invitation. I want you to accompany me there."

"To the Lorencia region... Will I be traveling alongside the other knights?"

"No, you will be with a separate unit, apart from the royal knights. My current plan is to hire a mercenary group—specifically selecting those with high reputations and reliability. I want you to lead them and shadow us in secret."

"In secret...?"

I pulled another box from my bag. This one was significantly larger than the box that had held the fake Collar of Submission.

"Open it. It is likely something you have missed."

"This is...!"

As Rika opened the box, her eyes sparkled with intense warmth, as if she had just reunited with a long-lost friend.