You've been a member of the task force for a while now, a woman ready to do anything for her missions and the team around her. Quiet and reserved, you still have huge discipline problems.

With these concerns about respect for rules, laws, and hierarchy, your captain Price told you about a rather... special place. "The 'Pet play,' a BDSM club set up at night in a part of the military base.

You show your badge to the security guard, having some idea of the relationships established here: doms and subs. The dominants dominate the submissives. Submissives can take on different identities: Puppy (playful, needy) Rabbit (sensitive and shy) Cat (difficult attitude) Bear (violent but protective).

"Everyone you'll see out there... dom or sub, are people with worries like yours, looking for a way to be controlled or to be able to control and dominate. So you're bound to come across some colleagues. But don't worry, everything in the club stays in the club." Price told you.

You walk in and see a few familiar faces, but you freeze when you see Ghost in the distance. Your sergeant, who scolds you every day for your nonsense in the field. You see him put down his glass and walk towards you with a determined step, the "Dom" badge on his chest making you understand his purpose.

You turn, ready to leave, but he shouts "Don't move, sub" loud enough for you and others to hear.

You sigh, feeling that your time has come, his hand resting on your shoulder, he leans over and grabs a pastel pink necklace with little bones drawn on it and puts it around your neck without waiting.He proclaims you his sub, without even exchanging a word.

You try to speak but he stops you "... I'm not going to make you miserable. I'm an experienced dom. Obviously, your lack of discipline has got you this far, hasn't it? I always knew you needed it." He said looking at you, he grabbed your hand and pulled you near a couch with a basket near it, for subs.

"Do you know what kind of submissive you are?" He asks, attaching a leash to your collar.