FSE

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A/N: This will be a shorter one. This takes place in the Wayward Universe, but not at the school. It's about 6-12 months after Mitch's Story. Some regular Wayward characters will appear.

Playing with Fyre

Day One - Kamil Gets Caught

Silver Hills, the up-scale district of the city of Brookhaven, was where most the upper-middle class lived, those that tended to have more then they could need, many were the types that would live on the cutting edge, and would often throw things out just because they got something newer or better, rather then it actually being junk. Many of the stores here are small business stores, a lot of which have apartments above them, like converted houses that now serve as boutiques and coffee houses, even with these businesses one could find food and items that were just barely past their sell-by date. For someone like Kamil, it was easy enough to make a living as street rat, or cat in his case.

Kamil was a plain gray feline, with oddly silver eyes. Despite being a homeless stray, he was in decent shape thanks to the food he could find, or sometimes buy. Thanks to the residents throwing out items that most would still find usable, he was able to sell some things to pawn shops and the like for cash here and there, while maybe sometimes keeping a few things for himself. Even staying at some of the cheaper motels elsewhere in the city, the low-scale 'don't ask questions' sleazy types, that didn't seem to care if a kid barely in his teens was alone, so long as he could pay. They might not have been the best places, but they easily beat out overcrowded homeless shelters in the city.

More then anything the kitten liked shiny stuff, as most could tell by the jewels and bobbles that he had hanging around his neck, or some around his wrists and ankles. Some of it was real, while others were just really nice fakes, but all of it glimmered wonderfully in the light. Some would consider it gaudy, but the kitten really didn't care. He had always had a desire to 'horde' things that looked valuable, and was always looking to add to it, even if it wasn't done legally...

This is what has lead him to his latest target that has caught his eye. 'Vixen's Secret Boutique', a nice looking place with a glass swing door and big windows along the front showcasing frilly and sexy clothing, as well as accessories that sparkle and glitter, from rhinestones to real jewels. The place just reeks of taste and wealth. Kamil could tell that this place was gonna be grand. He makes his way to the door and steps through. Of course the door has one of those chiming bells on it, the kind that jangles annoyingly whenever anyone enters, making it so he couldn't just sneak in.

Behind the counter is a mouse, several years older then Kamil, looking to be about 18 or 19. At the chime she looks up to the kitten and in a sweet voice says, "Welcome to Vixen's Secret."

Kamil glances to the mouse, looking her over some. She's cute but not sexy, and is dressed up in a violet work apron, a white t-shirt and black skirt. Her fur is as white as her shirt, giving the illusion of toplessness, The few places where the fur faded one could see the soft pink of her skin, mostly her hands and ears, likely her tail as well but Kamil couldn't see that at the moment.

Beside for greeting him, the mouse didn't seem to acknowledge his presence, so Kamil goes about looking through the store. The front is filled with almost entirely girl's dainties, ranging in sizes from children to adults. The jewelry seems to be hung on the walls or locked up in glass cases. The back of the store is obscured from your view at the moment, by racks of clothes and a half wall with a changing room.

Kamil had gotten used to acting casual while 'shopping', rarely ever doing anything some might see as suspicious, well asides from his general manner of dress, that kinda looked like he took fashion advice from Jack Sparrow. He tries to not focus on the jewels or clothes too much, trying to seem like he is browsing, despite the fact he didn't look like the type to be in a store like this, though his figure learns more towards feminine rather then just androgynous.

When the mouse wasn't looking, she had apparently started working on pricing and tagging different kinds of newly arrived panties, Kamil made his way towards the jewelry cases. Though on his way he does pocket a nice jeweled collar that catches his attention that was on display on one of the mannequins. His movements were quick and fluid, he was definitely become a master of his craft at such a young age. As he gets to the cases he looks them over. One of bigger draw back to higher class stores was they tended to be much more secure when it comes to locking away valuable thanks to having more money to spend on security.

"Need help with anything sweetie?" The mouse asks, having noticed him as he starts to hover around the glass cases.

"Just looking around..." Kamil answers in his soft voice, sounding much more innocent then he really is. Though it helped that it was partial truth, he was just looking... casing the joint some might say. The mouse nods and goes back to her work. A keen eye may notice he seems to be examining the cases a slight bit more then the jewelry within. He would prefer not to have to call her over if he could find a weakness to exploit. He was already risking being caught just being in one of these stores, as they didn't tend to be as lax as others, but the mouse seemed to be rather relaxed and not hovering over him like clerks in other stores might.

After a moment Kamil grumbles a bit under his breath. The cases were too secure for him, no way in without either the key, or breaking the glass... He pondered just leaving as he usually didn't spend too much time in these types of stores, but being a feline he was curious what else might be around and eventually starts to head to the back of the store. Once there the kitten finds it filled with a completely different kind of item, leather, latex, metal and plastic... bondage items and others things that Kamil could tell that most seemed to relate to 'adult games'. Having lived in several sleazy motels, he knows of this stuff to a degree. He knows that they are pretty much 'adult only toys' and that sometimes those in others rooms kept him up all night playing their games with them.

The mouse looks up as Kamil enters the area, saying softly, "You might be a bit young for being back there, cutie."

"This seems a bit low class for a store like this..." He muses, maybe loud enough to be heard.

The mouse giggles, "What, you don't think rich people want to have fun too?"

"Sure, but their idea s of fun tends to involve fish eggs and boring black and white films." Kamil replies.

"You have a lot to learn, squirt."The mouse giggles again, then shakes her head.

"Usually I see this stuff in those run down motels on the east side. So if they do want to have fun with these, they don't like to let anyone know about it." Kamil says with a shrug.

The mouse nods, "Anyway, anything else I can help you with today?"

Kamil looks around a bit more, still vaguely curious. He's never really seen any of the stuff up close, usually only through dirty windows. "I don't think so.." he says idly. The mouse leaves him be for now, letting the kitten browse, even though she said he was too young. Little of it makes sense to him, but some have drawings of what they are, or where they go. Occasionally He does seem a bit disturbed by some of the pictures yet continues to browse seeing if there is anything interesting to a somewhat kleptic kitten with a fetish for anything that shines or sparkles.

It doesn't take too long before Kamil's eyes are drawn to what seems to be the most glittery thing, and probably the scariest as well; a polished steel chastity tube with sheath rings, ornately designed and clearly intended to keep a boy from having any sexual fun. Like before he does his best to look like he's not interested in it, noting how it is just sitting on a display, not even covered or bolted down, or anything.

If this were a cartoon, this would be where little angel and little devil would appear on the kitten's shoulders. Though for Kamil's case the angel would be more of the fallen type with black wings.

'Its too easy. There is NO way they'd have that out there if there wasn't more to it.'

'But look at it! its so bright and shiny! It calls to us! Its not our fault if they don't secure this stuff better!'

They would say to try and convince him to be reasonable or greedy. He pulls himself away from it for a bit to make sure no one else is around or that the mouse isn't even facing in his direction, before he pockets it with the same fluid grace as he did the choker/collar earlier. No alarms go off, and no one seems to notice. In fact, it seems to be just him and the mouse in the store this morning.

'DEFINATLY too easy, bud. There is no fucking way a place like this isn't going to catch you. Listen to me for once!'

'B-but its... so shiny... It must be added to the collection!'

'Oh fine, but don't come crying to me when this backfires!'

'Prude. Never wants us to have anything nice.'.

Kamil shakes his head some, as greed and reason continue to bicker in the back of his mind. He does feel this is a smidge too easy for one of these high class stores, but every now and then luck does favor the needy and whats more needy then a cute homeless kitten? He returns up front, being as casual as he can. If he rushes he's just gonna call attention to himself, try to look bored and uninterested as if the mouse was right about the back of the store as he makes his way to the exit...

However when Kamil pushes against the exit door, he finds it securely locked, and the 'OPEN' sign is now unlit. Kamil blinks softly at that. Its not right, its too early to be closed... 'Dammit I told you!' Kamil seems to glare to his right shoulder before he decides to ask the mouse about why the door is locked. As he looks back he finds that the mouse is already watching him, smiling softly.

_'She knows man, She knows!'_Kamil swats his left shoulder as the other one goes paranoid while acting as if there was a fly there or something. She can't know, she wasn't looking, though he admits this is borderline creepy in how suspicious it is. She knows he's in here so there is no reason to have locked the door without telling him. "Um... why did ya lock me in?" He asks pulling off his best Puss In Boots impersonation of looking almost sickeningly cute and innocent with his wide eyes staring up to you sadly.

The mouse smiles, "It's routine. We are supposed to lock the door when someone steals so that the thief can talk with the manager. I locked the door when you slipped that collar into your pocket." It appears that she noticed the kitten's actions well before he got to the chastity device. "If you go through the back, there is a door to the back room, and stairs in there up to the manager's apartment. You should go talk to her."

"Aw dammit." He says dropping the cute and innocent facade. Hasn't been the first time he's gotten caught but still annoys him. "Fine." He mutters and heads back through the back, of course he will look for any other ways out as well, at this point even willing to break windows if he has to try and get out. He only finds a delivery door in the back, that is securely bolted by the lock-down system as well, meaning the only other ways to go are up the stairs, or into the bathroom on the ground floor which likely doesn't have a window either. With no other options open to him Kamil begrudgingly makes his way up stairs.

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Arriving upstairs, Kamil finds that is like a living room, and finds a thirty-something vixen sitting in an easy chair in the room, dressed in a slinky black dress that exposes quite a bit of cleavage. She smiles as she looks you over, "So, you are the little rat thief, hmm? What's your name?"

"I am NOT a rat!" Kamil replies quite sharply before calming down. "Kamil miss." He replies trying to slip back into his cute and innocent act."

She smirks and says, "Only rats steal. Where are your parents Kamil?"

"Never heard of a /cat/ burglar?" Kamil grins slightly before shrugging a bit. "My father is dead, and my mother might as well be. She only cares about the men she sees."

The vixen looks slightly bemused by the boy's retort and then nods slowly at his admittance about his parents, "Are you a runaway?"

The kitten shrugs, "Can one really run away from a parent that would rather spend all her nights with a stranger, rather then her own son?"

The vixen laughs softly and says, "Yes. You can, and apparently you did. Put everything you stole on the table..." she motions to the coffee table before her.

Kamil nods and places the collar on the Table. The mouse only mentioned seeing that, so he's not gonna part with something you don't know about."

She glances at the collar, then at Kamil, expectantly, waiting for a moment, and when he doesn't relinquish anything else, she says, "I said, all of it."

"If I put down everything I ever took, I'd be quite naked." Kamil replies, not admitting he he stole anything else from the store but not denying it either.

The vixen smiles, "So? Hurry up and do as you are told, young man. If you don't rightfully own a stitch of clothing, then I expect you to be naked by the count of ten, or you will be severely punished." she then starts to slowly count with clear menace and intent in her voice.

Kamil blinks and glares to the Vixen, "You can't do this, I gave you back what the mouse said I took. I will not strip for some strange pervert lady!"

The vixen smiles and says, "You will, or I will hand you over to social services and the police. And I promise you, vagrant children are not tolerated well in this town... Six... Seven..." continuing her count.

"And they wouldn't take you too? Having a naked child in an adult toy shop? I see where some of those things were supposed to go, and its not nice... I've heard they send people to prison for that sorta thing..." He replies trying to find some leverage to stand on.

The vixen finally gets to ten, and her arm snaps out in a heartbeat, catching Kamil's wrist and dragging him over the table and across her lap before he even has time to think of struggling. She rips down the kitten's trousers to expose his backside, and then she begins to spank the boy; paddling his ass with hard swats of her paw, first one side, then the other, alternating back and forth. Kamil yelps and cries out as he squirms over the vixen's lap trying to pull away. His little stub of a tail flicking slightly from the pain. The vixen doesn't stop until she has delivered twenty solid swats to each cheek, what she believes is likely the boy's first real spanking, and a total of forty strokes. She then stands him up and looks him in the eyes with a sharp glare, "Everything you stole, on the table, now!"

Kamil winces and glares back to her, obviously not happy as he rubs his ass after she finished. He grumbles and begins putting things down on the table though not in any timely manner, he not so willing to part with his 'treasures'. The vixen watches silently, tapping a foot impatiently to spur him on, waiting until he is, as he suggested, completely naked. As she taps your foot, he seems to purposefully go even slower. Rather then just taking things off and putting them down, he becomes much more methodical, almost OCD levels of making sure everything is straight and neat and polished before repeating it with the next piece and the next, and the next.

"Are you looking for another Spanking, young man?" The Vixen asks

Kamil replies "_Surely_a lady of your refinement would want everything nice and neat and sorted properly rather then just a mess like any old pauper." He grins softly.

The vixen says nothing in reply as she continues to wait for everything. Eventually, Kamil finishes after nearly and hour and half of making the vixen wait as long as he possibly can to try to make her annoyed and hopefully no longer want to deal with him.

The vixen stands once he is completely naked and grabs the kitten by the scruff, hoisting him up and carrying him to the bathroom, "Now then, my employees and wards do not wear anything that they do not rightfully own and deserve, so you will have to earn your bobbles from now on, understood young man?" She sets Kamil down in the bathroom and points to a tub that has somehow already been filled with hot water and rich lathery bubbles, "Now wash up."

Kamil squirms and fights as she carries him. "Yeah, well I'm neither, Lady now let me go!" He states after he is put down, looking the to vixen as she blocks the doorway out.

She gives him a firm shove further into the bathroom, "You are now both. Wash!" She command. Kamil growls but enters the bathroom, he tries to close the door behind him, but the Vixen remains in the room with him not letting him out of her sight. She looks at him and states, "Do as you are told, or the punishments will get worse."

"Fuck off..." He mutters under his breath, as her gets in the tub. Being 12 he doesn't really know what that word means, but he's heard it enough times used when people don't like each other.

The vixen laughs softly at that, sitting down on the edge of the tub as she grabs a loofah and starts to wash the kitten vigorously, "That is no way to speak. You will learn to be respectful, or you will find out how much pain the world can really offer someone like you." She says as she thoroughly washes Kamil, who grumbles something unintelligible as he is washed. If there is one thing the kitten needs, its a bath. While he kept himself decently clean, he's still not likely had a real bath since he ran-away. The Vixen takes her time and washes Kamil completely, scrubbing at him with the loofah, then she has him stand as she drains the tub. Before he gets out she finishes off by starting the shower, using it makes sure she gets all the soap out of his fur, "You can call me Ma'am, or Ms. Fyre. Anything else will get you punished."

Kamil shrugs, and with a huff of annoyance replies; "Whatever"

Fyre finishes washing the soap from his fur, then takes a large towel and starts to buff the kitten's fur clean, "You would rather go to jail?"

Kamil squirms as she starts to dry him off. "No." He states bluntly.

Fyre lets the towel drop once Kamil is dry, and then proceeds to grab a fur brush and starts to brush out his fur until it shines, "Then you had better learn to show respect!"

Kamil still doesn't seem to believe her nor does he really care. First opening he finds he's gonna take it. "Its not like you can keep me here forever."

"No, but for several years, at least." Fyre says once she has his fur brushed out. She reaches for a small compact and opens it, using the sponge pad to apply some soft blue shadow to his eyelids to bring out the silver of the kitten's eyes more sharply. She holds Kamil firmly by the chin as she does this so that he can't squirm away.

Kamil openly fights the vixen as she tries to put the make up on, this time even trying to claw at her. "Get that stuff off me bitch, I'm a not a girl!"

Fyre smacks him HARD across the face the first time he tries to claw at her, and snaps sharply, "Settle down!" Kamil staggers back at the strike, and then tries to make a run for it, but before he can get far Fyre snags him once again by the scruff to stop him, causing Kamil to yelp in shock. "Get back here!" she tugs you back in front of her and says, "Disobedience will be punished, obedience will be rewarded. Now hold still and let me finish so we can get you dressed!" He glares at her hatefully, but stands still for now. Once Kamil is settled, Fyre continues her work and applies a rosy gloss to his lips, and then sets about putting his head fur into a french braid. Kamil grumbles and fidgets occasionally as she tries to put his hair up, but doesn't try to stop her.

"Alright, now before I dress you, I want to hear your answer to two questions. Be honest. First, why did you select the jeweled collar that you did?" She asks referring to the one he stole from her, of course, a thin leather collar with ruby hearts set around its width.

"It was the first thing I seen that wasn't in a case." Kamil answers simply.

Fyre nods and grabs his paw, saying, "Follow me." Not really giving him much choice as leads the way back into the living room, pausing to snatch up the collar and the chastity device both. Kamil blinks softly seeing her take up those two items as she lead him back out to the living room.

Fyre holds the steel chastity device and smiles, "Second question, what made you decide to steal this?"

Kamil looks to the device. "It was Shiny." He replies once against being very straight forward, the answer being pretty much the same as the first as it boils down to 'it shines/sparkles and thus drew my attention'. He is kinda very simple in that regard.

Fyre nods slowly, "Do you know what it is?"

Kamil shakes his head "Only that its apparently one of your toys.". He doesn't much care what something is if it sets of his 'shiny' senses.

Fyre laughs softly, "Well, this one is still far too large for you." she pushes an intercom buzzer on the wall and says, "Samantha, be a dear and bring up some clothing in size two petite, and a number seven." She then returns her attention to the kitten as she opens the collar and says, "Chin up, Camille."

Kamil's ears perk at her words, not that he really understands them, though figures it isn't good. He then blinks at the collar as she open it, but he seems at least willing to do so. The kitten doesn't seem to notice the difference in name. So at least for once he's being compliant as it means getting one of his treasures back.

Fyre eases the collar around his neck, buckling it so that it is not so tight that it constricts, but has little room for play. She then takes something from an end table and clips it to the back of the collar, letting the kitten's ears catch a metallic click.

Kamil's ears flick hearing the click, but doesn't seem to really to really care as it is one of his 'treasures'. In fact Fyre securing it on him is actually a plus in his mind state.

A soft knock comes from the front door before opening as the mouse clerk from before enters, holding a handful of clothing. She smiles at Kamil, taking in his nearly naked state without apparent surprise or concern. Similarly Kamil looks over to the mouse, unlike most boys his age he doesn't seem to have much in the form of modesty, as he's never been 'taught' to be be ashamed of nakedness.

Samantha walks over to the pair and hands the clothing to Fyre, who then tells her, "Thank you dear, lock up downstairs and take the rest of the day off, and tell your mother I will have to miss tea tomorrow, I think I will be busy."

Samantha nods and curtsies "Yes Miss Fyre." she replies with a smile before she heads back downstairs.

Fyre digs through the pile of clothing and holds up a smaller version of the chastity device from before, then sits down in a large arm chair and says, "Sit in my lap Camille."

Kamil is very apprehensive about that command. For a bit he just seems to stand there and look at the vixen, though after a moment without any need to repeat it, he comes over and sits in Fyre's lap. Since she did give him back one of his treasures, that is at least enough to repay by obeying for now. Still he does not notice the difference in how she say his name, and seems to put it down to accent on her part.

Fyre smiles as Kamil obeys and she settles him in her lap. She eases his legs apart and then takes the device, easing the shield down and against the vent of his sheath, sliding it into place so that it covers the penis, but is hidden beneath the sheath itself. The rings have a gap at the back, and are linked to the shield by a curved rod of metal. This means that with it set in place, it looks like Kamil has three rings pierced through his sheath, wrapping around it like cock rings, when in fact they are just lightly clamped against the back of it. She locks the item in place behind his balls with a clasp very similar to the locking pin of a padlock.

Kamil shivers and squirms as the vixen places the device on not having clue in the slightest what you've just done to him, but the act that your 'returning' another treasure to him, even if its not the exact one he took, seems to keeps him from trying to pull away.

Fyre smiles, "Now then, this is meant to be worn with a piercing, so I am going to give you that piercing, it will hurt a little, so be a big boy and just relax and accept it, alright?"

Kamil blinks "Piercing?" He asks cocking his head, but nods slightly. He'd never intended to wear the thing, it likely would have ended up tied to one of his other 'straps' like some of the other loose shiny stuff he had put down

Fyre shifts him out of her lap and across the arm of the couch so that his butt is pointed towards her, then she takes up a strange needle punch device and settles it against the base of Kamil's cock, along the taint between his balls and anus. There is a sharp sting as the needle pierces him. Kamil lets out a yelp of pain at the sting and squirms some in her lap, but Fyre holds him still as she sets a small rubber grommet into the hole, before she sets the tool down and smiles. This has essentially rerouted his urethra so that the kitten will pee from behind his balls and won't ever have to take the device off. The next time he'll have to pee will certainly be a different experience for the kitten, as it means that he will have to sit to pee, like a girl.

Kamil blinks and looks back to her, he'd thought it'd just be a flap of skin she was gonna pierce. "What the hell?" He growl softly and looks back to her as she sets the grommet in, still oblivious to what Fyre doing or planning.

Fyre smiles softly, "Oh relax. I told you it would sting." she says as she stands him up.

"That was more then a fucking sting. I though you were just gonna pierce something, not cut into me." Kamil gripes.

Fyre ignores the gripe for the moment. "Now for some clean and new clothes, your old clothes are filthy and all wrong for you." She replies and starts by handing him a pair of low rise, thong cut panties, a silky soft red fabric with black lace trim from the clothes Sam brought.

Kamil looks to the panties and then glares to you. "Ain't no way in hell am I wearing any girl's clothes!"

Fyre smiles, "You will, actually. The question is: will you wear them because you are told to, because you want to, or because you have been forced to? Trust me when I say that the first two options are far better, and more rewarding."

"I told ya once Ms. Bitch that I'm not wearing them!" Kamil growls, and then to prove his point runs his claws through them before tossing them down. So much for his co-operative streak. Fyre seems nonplussed by the reaction as lifts a small box that looks like the remote fob for a car key chain, and pushes a button, at which point the small box at the back of Kamil's collar hits his spine with a searing jolt of electricity. Essentially a micro tazer. Kamil yelps and crumples to ground as the jolt hits him. "Ow! What fucking hell bitch!" He growls.

"Language." Fyre says, still remaining calm in her tone as she pushes the button again, hitting the kitten with another jolt.

Kamil yelps and growls again "Ack, Godmanit!" He yells, apparently the jolt scrambling his words a bit.

"Mind your language, and this will stop." She says and pushes the button again.

Kamil yelps and growls once again as his body jerks on the floor, but remains quiet otherwise this time...

Fyre waits for him to recover his breath before continuing "Now then, stand up." Kamil pants heavily before slowly getting to his feet. Fyre sighs as she looks down at the ruined panties, and then hands him the shirt next, a pink baby-doll shirt with a red heart in shiny glitter, with the word THROB in the middle of the heart. He glares at the vixen as she hands him the shirt, she can see in his silver eyes that he's about to do the same to it, though he's apparently NOT that stupid as he slowly puts it on, as the triple shocks still linger, making him ache in places he didn't know existed.

Fyre smiles as he pulls on the shirt, which hugs his body comfortingly. She hands him a black pleated cotton mini-skirt next, designed short enough so that if you had worn the panties, they would have just barely shown if you move too fast. Kamil's right eye seems to twitch at the skirt, even flexing his claws just a bit, but he's still rather not get shocked again so soon and slowly steps into it.

Fyre hands you an apron next, in the black design of the shop, it isn't girly, just utility. "This next."

"Why the hell do I need and apron?" He asks, the curse slipping from his lips before he realizes it, which earns him another jolt to the back of his neck. Kamil yelps loudly, but remains standing this time.

Fyre explains, "From now on, you will be working in my store, and will be my ward."

"Fuck that." He replies and he glares to you. Without hesitation Fyre hits the button again and the second shock in near rapid suggestion drops him to his knees this time.

"I won't abide by such language. And from now on, you will be living with me, and working in my shop. Your mother may not have cared about you, but I won't allow a child to live on the streets." Fyre states firmly as she looks to the kitten.

Kamil growls and glares at you. "I don't need your charity, bitch." Fyre hits the button again as soon as you say the word 'bitch', making Kamil yelp, but continues on. "I've been on the streets for at least 3 years now and even before that I was raising myself ever since my father died. Don't need you or any other fucking *yelp* adult to ruin my life." He says, breathing a bit raggedly know, but ever stubborn. "I've been doing just fine with out any adults in my life, and I'll be just a well off with out any bitches like you thinking you can change me. I'm not a kid anymore." Kamil falls to the floor after the thirds shock,Though from what he says its likely very true, that he's never had anything close to a childhood, at least after the death of his father.

Fyre smiles, "Now then, if your tantrum is done with, would you like a meal?"

"Knowing you its likely laced with something..." He huffs as he slowly gets on to his feet. Fyre smiles and leads him to her kitchen, making the kitten a bowl of soup, a chicken sandwich, and a glass of milk, all right in front of you, and all but the milk made from scratch. Even though she makes the food from scratch he still doesn't really trust you after what he's been through so far.. Fyre sits down at the table after putting the food in front of you, smiling softly. Kamil eyes the Soup, Chicken Sandwich, and Milk as it is placed before him. Though when his stomach growls, he is strongly reminded he hasn't eaten today. He gives in and begin to eat as his hunger overpowers his mistrust at the moment.

Fyre smiles some as he eats, she is a decent cook, so everything tastes wonderful. "Now then, as I know you are not keen on it, I am going to reiterate, you are now mine, you will live with me as my child, I will dress and educate you as I see fit. You will remain with me until I feel you are capable of living on your own as an adult. I will not tolerate vulgar language, nor will I tolerate disobedience. You will work in my shop, and learn the value of property, and as it is a shop for women, you will dress as one."

Kamil glares up to her after he finishes eating, being hungry means he eats quickly. He hesitate a short second before speaking. "Yeah, we'll see about that. There are laws against child labor, and other such things I could find to get ya into more trouble than I'd be in."

Fyre gives him a wicked smile and says, "You will find that the law is... mutable here. I provide certain services, to certain people, and as a result, I can do pretty much anything I please."

"Then its just a matter of getting enough attention on you that outsider forces come into play." He responds to him it seems so simple and easy. This is because he is 12 after all, with maybe the maturity of a young teen from being on his own for so long, so naturally he thinks he knows everything.

Fyre laughs softly, "I suppose so, and does a little homeless thief have that kind of clout?"

"Nah, but I've seen TV. Media eats up sob stories like mine..."

Fyre smiles and shrugs, "I'm sure." she stands up and says, "Well then, lets go downstairs and get you a new pair of panties... and maybe some stockings, you have lovely legs." Kamil remains sitting, he decides to see what you plan to do against more passive resistance.

Fyre gets to the door and lifts the little tazer remote, then starts counting, "One..."

"Ah fuck you..." Kamil grumbles, and Fyre hits the button the instant he says the word fuck.

"Language young man." She states as she falls out of the chair. This was going to be a very long night for him. Fyre waits for him to recover from the shock, "Now then, come along." Kamil grumbles something unintelligible as he gets up and walks behind you. Fyre leads the way downstairs, and into the boutique side of things, starting to look through the selection of frilly panties.

For a moment , Kamil ponders trying to push her down the stairs, but shakes his head. He's a thief, not a killer even with how much he hates her. He follows behind her, but keeping as much distance as he can. While Fyre is searching for him something to wear; he creeps to the door and tries to figure out how to unlock it. He finds that the door has a simple turn-latch from the inside, which unlike last time, is not electronically sealed. It is a simple matter to turn it and push the door open. Kamil seems to hesitate at this... the last time something seemed so easy he got caught and ended up in his current predicament...

While Kamil is trying to figure out what to at the door, Fyre holds up a pair of panties very similar to the last pair, only this one has a boy-short bottom instead of a thong, still very much a girl's panties, mockingly masculine. "Here, come put these on." She calls to him.

Kamil looks to the door again, reaching up to the latch and hesitates as his eye twitches... He seems to trust the easiness of this less then he trusts the vixen, and he's pretty sure he doesn't want to see how much worse she can be... He begrudgingly walks over to her and snatches the panties with an angry unintelligible grumble, as he seems to partially accept his fate, for now, and slowly climbs into them. He finds that the panties are soft and very silky, and like the shirt he is wearing, they hug his body and bring out his natural curves. Kamil squirms some as they cling more tightly then what he is used to

The vixen moves to a rack of tights next and selects a pair of thigh high stockings that are black and pink, in horizontal stripes. She opens the package and takes the first stocking and rolls it up, kneeling down she says, "Here, stick your toes into this."

The kitten looks to the stocking and shudders. "Do they have to be pink?" He asks with mild annoyance, though Fyre notices that he seems a bit more focused on them then anything else she's shown him clothing wise.

Fyre nods, "They need to match your collar dear."

"I don't see why." He says being the typical boy.

Fyre gives a tender pat to his butt and says, "I know, but you will learn. Now put your toes in so we can get these on you."

Kamil sighs and grumbles a bit. "Fine..." He mutters and pressed his toes in to the first one she holds out.

Fyre rolls the first of the stockings gently up his leg, letting them hug his contours, and going slowly so that the fur doesn't stick out. Once she has it rolled all the way up, coming about an inch short of the skirt, she caresses his thigh a moment to make sure the seam is straight, then she preps the other stocking. The kitten actually seems to purr some at the caresses to his leg. Fyre smiles and does the same caress with the second leg, then she says, "Come with me." and leads the kitten to a full length mirror, so that he can see how... well... pretty he looks now.

Kamil follows behind you and then looks into the mirror. He notices that as slender and effeminate as he is, thanks to not yet hitting puberty, he doesn't look like a boy at all. Even the tiny skirt, being pleated and black, helps hide any sign of a bulge, and the chastity device keeps what bulge there is small and manageable. If he didn't know better, he would think he was looking at a nonexistent twin sister, instead of himself. "The fuck?" He says out of disbelief more then anything, and yelps at the shock, though this time Fyre helps him onto his feet.

She smiles to him, "You look more natural this way than dressed as a boy, don't you. Did you ever think that you could be beautiful?"

"The hell I do..." he yelps and then mutters under his breathe "Shit..." As it seems his mouth fires off before his brain. He huffs as he once more gets to his feet. "I-I am getting pretty f-f-fricking tired of these shocks..." He mutters and shakes his head.

Fyre smiles, "I know, the shocks can be dreadful, but they are an effective teacher." she smiles and caresses one of your ears fondly.

Kamil pants and glares at you, changing the subject back to how he looks "But I am not a girl! I am not meant to look pretty!" He can't deny that he does, but that's besides the point to his masculine little brain.

"I have done nothing but supply the clothing, the beauty was something you already had. So apparently you were meant to look pretty. All I did was focus it so that you could better share it with the world." Fyre says with a gentle smile as she keeps caressing that ear softly.

"Clothes make the man. Old saying, surely you've heard of it. SO yeah, you're at fault." He grins softly,

"And yes, clothes do make the man." She replies and then preys upon your instincts, saying, "But beauty makes the girl. Think of it... how often do you see a pretty girl paying for something, and how often do you see men paying for it for her... giving her gifts, food, clothing, pretty baubles... just because she is pretty. You have that gift... why not learn to use it?"

"Because I am skilled enough to get that without anyone paying for anything." He states simply, you've seen the horde he left on your table, enough to fill a small treasure chest....

Fyre smiles, "You could have much more... without stealing."

"I guess... But I still don't like it..." The kitten huffs and looks downwards.

"Of course not. Not yet at least." Fyre says with a nods as she takes his paw, "Lets go back upstairs. Samantha will bring you shoes tomorrow, we don't sell anything I think you could hope to walk in, here..."

"Why start now? You already got me in stuff I don't wish to walk in..." Kamil mutters as she leads him back up stairs.

Fyre smiles, "Because I don't think you are able to wear high heeled shoes, where as you are able to wear girl's clothing without falling over and hurting yourself."

"I'm sure you'll have me in them eventually..." he adds under his breath as he follows, as he really doesn't have a choice in the matter.

She leads him to her bedroom, then takes a book off the shelf and says, "Now then, stand up straight."

He looks to the book curiously. "Shouldn't I be in bed if your gonna read me a story?"

Fyre laughs softly and places the book atop his head, "No, you are going to learn to balance this book and walk like a person with pride, instead of slouching like a slug."

Kamil Grumbles, but still attempts it. "Yes, because I got SO much pride in wanting to be paraded around like little miss fricking sunshine..." He soon finds that balancing a book on one's head is... well to put things simply, a bitch to do. Just talking causes the book to slide off and bump off his nose before landing on one of his toes, this causes a fair amount of jumping around and cursing like a sailor from the pain which, of course, causes the shocks to hit him. Kamil yelps and pants and grumbles and glares as he recovers from the shocks and his foot feeling like a pancake

"It will take focus and practice, balance and poise are earned, not given." Fyre states as she takes up the book and waits for you to stop cursing and bouncing before setting it on your head again. Kamil isn't so agreeable this time as he does his best to avoid allowing her putting the book back on his head. Fyre grips his ear and twists it, saying, "Behave yourself, you will learn this."

Kamil yelps and is about to say something, likely swearing her out considering his attitude so far, but manages to stop himself in time. Fyre smiles as you manage not to swear, and lets go of your ear, holding the book out again, "Chin up, back straight, roll your hips back so that your tail points up, this will align your spine and flatten the top of your head enough that the book should stay."

"What tail?" He replies with mild sarcasm concerning his nub of a tail.

Fyre smiles, "You have enough there to point up. Now don't be a brat. Master this and I will give you a treat."

"Oh great more girly sh..stuff..." He says barely avoiding another shock, but still he follows what she says as after being shocked like a million times in one night, anything else would be better.

Fyre sets the book on your head and leaves it there, then starts giving little bits of advice, "Rump back and higher, shoulders relaxed and back, heels touching. Feel your balance in your spine and your hips."

You say, "I'm not a damn machine lady..." He mutters as he does his best to follow what you say, but this just isn't natural. Despite that it does start building the muscles and figure necessary for a boy to pull off walking and standing like a girl.

Fyre has him work on it for a good three hours, then lets him take a break as she brings out a pair of diamond stud earrings, handing them to you, "These are for working hard on your poise."

Kamil sits down during the break, and huffs. Still far from happy. When she brings out the earrings, he's torn on the matter. On one hand he thinks 'more girly shit' and on the other hand is 'shiny!' In the end his almost fetish level love for anything that shines or glitters wins out "Thanks." He says with a half surrendering sigh, yet still manages to sound somewhat sincere.

Fyre checks the kitten's ears for piercings, when she doesn't find any she leans in and kisses him gently on one ear before giving a quick bite with one of her sharp canines, making a tiny hole that she sets the first stud through, then she moves to the other ear and repeats the process. It is... less than hygienic, but it is a very sexy way to get your ears pierced. Unlike with the earlier piercing. Kamil finds this is almost pleasant. Almost. He yelps and half curses, stopping before he can get the full word out, but doesn't squirm, fight, or complain afterwards, as it is closer to what he expects when it comes to piercings. Fyre smiles and kisses him on the nose, "You have an hour to relax before bedtime." as it is, by now, late in the day.

Kamil squirms a bit as he looks up to you and nods "Good, I gotta take a piss..." He replies and slips off the chair he is sitting in.

Fyre taps you on the nose and says, "You mean, you have to visit the powder room. Don't be vulgar." she smiles and says, "You know where the bathroom is."

"Whatever, I ain't planning to use no powder." He replies and nods and heads into the bathroom.

Fyre makes note to work on his grammar, but that can wait until he is no longer swearing. She doesn't follow Kamil into the bathroom this time, letting him go on his own, though there is no lock on the bathroom door.

Kamil grumbles at the lack of lock on the door. He pulls down the panties and skirt, leaving the stockings alone. He'll never admit it, but he kinda likes how the feel on his legs. He looks down and tries to get his little cock out of his sheath, though the little 'treasure' you returned to him makes that rather impossible. "Hey Lady!" He's still not gotten around to using her name but at least he seems to have stopped calling her bitch. "How the hell am I supposed to piss in this thing?!" He asks, once again his mouth moving before his mind, but you seem to a bit more lenient with he past few vulgarities. Not that one however he soon realizes. Kamil yelps at the shock, grabbing onto the toilet bowl so not to fall down. "I'm gonna build up an immunity to those eventually..." Afterwords Fyre opens the door, at which point she moves to stand before you and directs you to sit down wordlessly.

Kamil mutters and blinks. "Why do I need to sit down for?"

Fyre rolls her eyes and says, "You wish to pee, yes? Well you might have noticed that your little penis is all locked away, so you need to sit down, gently draw your scrotum forward, and then pee. That piercing I gave you will let you pee like that, so that you don't make a mess."

"Dammit I don't want to pee like no girl! I am a boy! I should pee like one!" He says annoyed at the suggestion."

Fyre frowns at you, "Don't push your luck with your language. If you can get your little penis out, you can pee like a boy, otherwise you had better get used to sitting down."

Kamil grumbles and goes back to trying to get it out, but considering the 'potty dance' he's starting to do while in the process, its likely his bladder will win out long before he gets his cock out. He finds that his cock is trapped in a stainless steel tube that runs the length of his sheath, so it is pretty much impossible to get his cock out without either castrating himself, or doing serious harm to his privates. So no matter how he tries, he finds he don't succeed. After several moments of work he growls and then sighs in frustration, He's not about to mutilate himself, and gives in and sits on the toilet like a girl. "Why the..." he pauses and starts again "why did you do that anyway?"

Fyre smiles, "You were the one who wanted the item."

"Never planned to wear the damn thing. Who the hell would want to?" Showing that if it wasn't clear before, he's not even in the in the same city of knowing what it is or what its for. As he lets out a sigh and relaxes his bladder.

Fyre refrains from zapping you while you are peeing, but she shows you the remote and says, "Mind your language."

There is part of him that thought he'd get away with it while on the toilet, as he doubts you want mess, though he still nods softly "Whatever, still didn't answer my question."

Fyre smiles, "It is something that submissive little boys and sissies wear to prevent themselves from masturbating unless their mistress or master wish it." Kamil seems to get barely a fourth of that from the 'deer in headlights' look he gives you. Either that or he's completely lost to why they would do that. Fyre tears off a piece of toilet paper and hands it to you, "Always wipe from front to back, or you might get an infection."

Kamil glaces to the paper and then to you "I never had to wipe after pissing before."

Fyre smiles, "You never had to pee like a girl before either." Kamil scowls darkly at you and swipes the paper before wiping with more then a little annoyance. Fyre waits for you to finish, then helps you get your clothes back in order, making sure that your skirt is on straight and your panties are snug.

Kamil squirms at the snugness of them, it still not feeling right to him. "Can ya take that thing off?"

Fyre smiles, "I can, but you will have to earn it." she then turns and leaves the bathroom.

Kamil sighs and nods "Fine." He says and follows you out after flushing.

Fyre says, "I don't have a spare bed, so you will have to sleep with me tonight." with that, she starts to undress, putting the clothes she was wearing into a hamper.

"I can sleep on the couch..." He says, still trying to limit his contact with you as much as he can."

"Nonsense." Fyre replies as she strips down until she is fully naked, giving you, possibly, your first close up view of a naked woman. She then starts to undress you as well, putting your clothing into the same hamper.

Kamil kinda just stares at you as your naked, as you would expect, He's just around the age were he'd really start to notice women. Thought he asks "Why did you fuss with my clothes after I pissed if you were just gonna remove them?"

Fyre smiles, "Because you need to learn the right way to wear them. Clothes are an art, and I am an artist." she then strips him naked save for the collar, ear piercings, and that sheath locker, then leads him to a vanity in her room, sitting the kitten in her lap and washing off the makeup on his face. Kamil squirms some in her lap as she cleans the 'gunk' off his face finally. He feels good to have it off, but washing it away doesn't remove that girl that he saw in the mirror, and can still see traces of her in his face, even without the makeup. He shakes his head as he still sees the 'girl' in the mirror despite how hard he tries to ignore those elements like Fyre has somehow poisoned his view of himself. Fyre then starts to wash the makeup from her own face, once she is finished, she then excuses herself to go take care of her own hygiene in the bathroom.

Being both a boy and a cat, Kamil ends up following despite himself as he finds himself overly cautious to watch you with you being naked, and thanks to today is also partly curious to how real girls do it. Dammit he shouldn't want to know this stuff... He should be darting back down stairs to that door... But he doesn't. Fyre doesn't stop him from following her. She sits down on the toilet, legs pressed together, and smiles at the boy, starting to relieve herself into the toilet. With her legs closed, he can't really see much; but he can hear the sound of the spray, "So, today wasn't too terrible, was it?"

Kamil blinks at the question, and huffs looking to her with a soft glare "Lets see how you'd like getting forced up to dress in my old clothes while have your lady bits altered to pee like a man, and then see if you think this inst so terrible." He grumbles, not really answering the question.

Fyre smiles, "Oh, I already know how to pee like a guy, really quite easy once you figure it out..." she spreads her legs and grabs a piece of tissue paper, then wipes herself from front to back, just like she told him too, cleansing away the last little drops of gold before she stands and closes the lid, then flushes.

Kamil watches fairly intently as Fyre spreads her legs and cleans up, he shrugs a bit. "Still doesn't change how you'd feel about being forced to dress up in stuff like my old clothes.." He says brushing off your retort.

Fyre laughs softly and leads the way back to the bedroom, pulling back the lush looking bed covers and motioning for Kamil to make himself comfortable.

Kamil blinks softly at apparently both of us being in the nude. "What, no PJs?" He asks with quite a strong blush

Fyre shakes her head, "I'm not fond of them."

Kamil nods softly and climbs into the bed despite some of his better judgments. Hes not had a clean bed in a long time, and not had a good bed in even longer. The bed and bedclothes are lusher and softer than anything he has ever felt. Fyre settles in beside him, and draws the covers up, before pulling the kitten in against her body, laying his head against her breasts, making the little boy meep and blush brightly in response, before reaching for a pull cord that turns out the lights, "Sweet dreams my little Camille." Kamil remains silent as squirms softly against the vixen as for the second time tonight the tube makes its self annoying...