"Well, there are some exceptions to me not wanting to get hurt. One in particular."

"But pet, if you keep going and getting hurt, then you are not going to be medically cleared for a caning at all in line with any reasonable schedule."

"I'll do my best, ma'am. Though um. I was thinking of something lighter than that maybe."

"Ah, I was just guessing because of how I go around with a cane. What were you thinking?"

"I do like the cane, but uh. I was thinking that if you hurt me a small amount, I'd find that more salient and much nicer than the large amount I got hurt by the dungeon. " 

"Oh, is that so." She looms over him. "Like... so?" She pinches him on an uninjured arm area.

He happy wiggles a tiny bit.

"A bit more maybe, ma'am."

Sharper pinch.

"Mmm..." He is a happy sub.

"What a good pet I have." Pet pet.

A few days of convalescence later Isabella's used her bounty share for precognitive help on the dungeon into the first and last month's rent on an apartment not too far from Lifeline and Haru's homes, and a package arrives at said apartment.

"I got you something," she says, holding up a little box.

"May I open it?"

Lucien has a guess.

"Do."

"Yes ma'am."

It's a chainmail collar.

"I had to order it custom from Etsy, but it looks a lot like the one I left back in Eclipse."

"It's beautiful."

"On your knees, pet, so I can put it on you."

He can manage that! Fast enough that he almost loses his balance and falls forward, but he manages not to and instead his head is right here and looking up at her like she's the best person in the world because she is.

"Good boy." She scritches his head and clips it on. "There you go. All mine."

"Mmmm, yes ma'am."

"It'll probably look like just... jewelry... to people here, but oh well, we know better."

He leans into her hand happily.

"We willllll."

Pet pet pet. She slips her fingers under the collar and it doesn't have a lot of give.

Well, then he'll just have to go wherever she puts him.