Final Fantasy VII, Sephiroth/Cloud, bdsm 2/3
There was a faint blush on the boy’s cheeks but a definite hint of curiosity in his eyes that allowed Sephiroth to continue. “What I require is a submissive pet that will allow me to have control over them whenever we are together in any situation, be it sexual, social, or casual. This situation is often referred to as BDSM, or bondage, dominance, submission, and sado-masochism. I am not into giving or receiving severe pain, but I will punish my pet when my instructions are not obeyed.”
The blush was darker on Strife’s face, and a brittle hope had replaced the curiosity. He opened his mouth to say something before closing his lips again, realizing he hadn’t asked permission to speak. Sephiroth smiled, slightly. “You have a question?”
“Does this mean I would belong to you, sir?” That hope was visible in his voice, but it was guarded as if the boy didn’t want others to know. “And why me, sir?”
“Yes you would belong to me first and Shinra as a last option,” Sephiroth replied before raising a curious brow. “Why not you? You’re intelligent and capable of passing the exams that were created specifically for sixteen year olds when you are three years younger. Zack knows of my needs and has been trying to find a candidate specifically for me without raising any questions by those who control the rest of my life.”
Sephiroth shifted slightly in his chair, trying to get a bit more comfortable as this conversation caused his body to react. “If you agree to enter into this relationship with me, you will be selected as my mentoring cadet and will be moved into my quarters to prevent anyone from harming you out of jealousy or spite.” He could see the question in Strife’s eyes and held up a hand to stall it. “This is not to force you to decide. Even if you do not wish to undergo training as my pet, then Zack will continue to mentor you and I will assist whenever possible with no more mention of this conversation..”
Strife frowned and started pacing a few feet away as he gestured slightly with one hand, apparently trying to make up his mind by weighing the pros and cons if the flopping of that small hand was any indication. Sephiroth had watched Zack reenact this same ritual with his own indecisions, but he was never as quiet as Strife was, preferring to talk out his problems.
The boy stopped pacing and suddenly spun to face Sephiroth. “All right. When will we start, sir?”
Zack stood up with an easy grin. “That’s my cue to leave. I’ll deliver your footlocker and your new schedule tomorrow, Spike.”
With a wave, he left them alone, and Sephiroth rose to his feet as he motioned the boy to follow him. He walked into the bedroom, the soft sounds of the boy’s footfalls behind him, and Sephiroth opened the middle drawer of his dresser. There was a soft gasp behind him at the sight of the neatly arranged tools that Sephiroth preferred to use on another. In the middle was a small pillow with a collar curled on it. That had been the most tricky of his purchases to make since Sephiroth himself had designed it for his future pet. The other toys were passed off as Zack being kinky or teasing Sephiroth with them in an attempt to get a blush from the general.