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How May I Be Of Use to You, Master? by LordDominic

How May I Be Of Use to You, Master?

LordDominic

It's Faturday my dudes!


A low, annoyed growl is heard as a familiar feline face enters the room, clad only in shiny briefs and a harness, a collar around his neck and shackles around his wrists and ankles, and an identification tag befitting a farm animal dangling from his ear.


Once a proud space pirate, the fat cat now finds himself a slave, whereas once he likely had some low-ranking mook at the bottom of the pecking order that would clean the toilets and sweep the floors and do various menial tasks, he now finds himself in a position far lower than even the newest member of any pirate crew.


With a look of annoyance mixed with embarrassment on his face, the oversized space cat assumes the position, looking back over his shoulder as he speaks...


"How may I be of use to you," he begins, already barely holding back the annoyance and disdain in his voice, before finishing with a sarcastic sneer to his voice, "master?"


No amount of scolding or disciplinary shocks from his collar seem to make that sarcastic tone to leave his voice when addressing his master... but however he wound up in this position, it's clear he found this fate preferable to the alternatives, at least in the beginning...



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Just felt like drawing the normally confident and alpha and dominant Djamil in a bit of a predicament, one that he might enjoy a bit more than he's letting on... 


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