“We’ve been through this,” he warned her in a predatory tone. “You’ll take what you’re given, pet. What you think you want is no longer a concern.”
Molly squeezed her eyes closed at that, willing herself to breathe and allow the thing in. Better to be complicit, then risk him coercing it into place. After another moment, he seemed satisfied, and she heard his body shift backwards from her upturned ass. She drew in a large, desperate breath, fighting the urge to cry at this latest indignity. This plug seemed bigger than yesterday’s and she’d never been so full before in her life. Worse still, she could actually feel the soft fur of the tail dangling between her legs, and she envisioned how she must look with it now in place. A small shudder passed through her, yet she was also aware of the low thrumming arousal which stirred her clit. Molly had always imagined a scene like this. To be dehumanized this way was a massive turn on for her, and pet-play was something she’d written about for years. Never in her wildest dreams though, had she dreamt that she’d be the recipient; that she’d be the pet.
A tug on her leash brought her back to the present.
“Get down now,” he commanded in his usual matter-of-fact tone. “It’s time for breakfast.”
Chapter Forty-Three
The morning passed in a flurry of depraved acts of his choosing. Connor thoroughly enjoyed watching her chase the cereal loops around her bowl, particularly when her reddened bottom, and new tail were so gloriously on display for him every time she wriggled behind the metal dish.
He could see how much she despised the thing, both the tail and the humiliation of eating like an animal, and yet he was no fool. At the same time, he could see her increasing arousal. Damn, he could practically smell it, and the fact that she secretly relished his pet-play just made the whole thing even better.
By eleven o’clock Connor had her chained to the wooden chair in the spare room again, and he watched her writhe against the dildo stuck in her ass as he loaded up the laptop in front of her.
“Problem, pet?” he asked her with an intentional smile. He knew he was teasing her, but he just didn’t care. Frankly, it was just too easy to avoid.
“I’m rather uncomfortable, Sir,” she whispered, her face flaming at the admission.
“Oh dear,” he answered in the least sincere voice he could muster. “Yes, I suppose it will be rather awkward sitting on your tail. It just goes to show, pets are not supposed to be on furniture.” He paused, considering the conundrum. “I’ll have to come up with another solution for you to write our story.”
Connor heard her gasp, but wisely, the little pet didn’t pass comment. He noticed how she forced herself to keep still after this reply as well. Taking his seat in the corner of the room, he set her to work, watching as her fingers flew over the keyboard without her even having to look. He checked his wristwatch after a while, and was surprised to learn that forty minutes had already flown past. Watching his little pet work really was a joy.
“How is it going?” he asked gruffly.
He didn’t mean to be impatient, but he had a lot of plans for her today. Being a man of discipline, Connor knew the writing had to be happen first. There would be no fun without work first.
She tilted her head toward the sound of his voice, and her fingers fell silent for the first time since she’d begun. “I’m nearly done, Sir.”
He smiled at the resonance in her voice. Her desire was pleasing. More than that actually, it was absolutely phenomenal. “Good,” he told her, rising from his seat to stride in the direction of the window. “Because when you’re done, I have a special treat for you.”
That got her attention and he watched as her chest began to rise and fall in fast succession. “A treat, Sir?” she mumbled, clearly intrigued and yet terrified at the same time.
“Yes,” he confirmed as her eyes rose to meet his. “Now hurry up, and finish.”
It didn’t take her long, and within twenty minutes he was saving her work, promising himself that he would get to read the updates later. So far Molly had proven to be far too distracting to get to the document, and that needed to change. It was then that the idea came to him. He could kill both birds with the same stone. Molly could have her treat while he read at the laptop. A broad grin spread over his face as the idea settled in his brain. It was going to be beautiful.
He released the chains at her ankles, before ordering her to the floor. “Are you ready for your treat?”
Molly lifted her head anxiously. Her expression told him that she knew she had no choice either way, but his sentiment had obviously intrigued her.
“Yes, Sir.”
Connor nodded, tugging at her leash and guiding her out into dim hallway once again.
This time he led her past the kitchen to the top of the stairs, pausing to wait for her shuffling limbs to catch up with him.
“We’re going down,” he told her calmly. “Are you going to be able to manage on her hands and knees?”
She glanced up at him, and for a second, he saw a flicker of defiance spark in her eyes. “I don’t know,” she muttered, her attention turning to the carpeted stairwell.
Connor’s gaze joined hers, and he made the decision for her. “I don’t want you slipping,” he told her matter-of-factly. “So, for the stairs you’ll rise and walk in front of me.”
Molly nodded, and wordlessly, she rose to her feet. It was strange to watch as she stood beside him. She seemed so small in comparison to his body. Somehow, he’d forgotten just how short she was.
“Go,” he coaxed, gesturing with his head for her to move.
Her bare feet shuffled toward the edge of the top step, and gingerly she took the first one side-ways, clearly conscious of the chain which limited her range of mobility. Connor gave her some space. He wanted her to be careful, she was his after all, so he waited for Molly to reach the third stair down before he began to follow. Slowly, they made their way down the staircase. He gripped her leash as though his life depended on it. Somehow seeing her on her feet did nothing to quell his unease with the situation. Coupled with that was the fact that they were on the ground floor, and he knew she’d be taking in everything she saw. Still, he reassured himself, it would be worth it when he had her in place.
“Down now,” he instructed as her feet made contact with the hard wood floor of the hall.
She blinked up at him, but didn’t protest. He watched her eyes drinking in the light spilling in from the front door as she fell slowly to her hands and knees. He rounded her waiting body, allowing himself the pleasure of eyeing the furry tail which hung between her legs as he pushed open the first door in the hallway.
“In you come,” he told her. “Crawl to the center of the room and wait for me.”
Molly scuttled past his feet, not pausing as she crossed onto the carpeted floor of the lounge, heading in the direction he had instructed. He closed the door behind her, sliding the bolt into place before he headed toward his waiting pet. Connor permitted her a few moments to take in the look of the place. He figured she deserved that at least, and he wasn’t sure what she’d make of the space until he explained things anyway. At first glance it looked like any other British lounge. There was a large teak dresser against the far wall, and a matching unit to the right which held all his electronics. A massive leather chair dominated the side nearest Connor. It was the sort with an incorporated footrest, which sprung out on demand, and he had spent many happy hours sitting there, planning Molly’s fate. In the center of the room though, something was different.
In the middle of the oriental-style rug was a large wooden post. It looked a little like a scratching post you might buy a cat, but it was thinner, and harder, plus it was weighted securely to the floor. At the top were a number of wooden pegs, held in place expectantly. He stood mesmerized as Molly’s gaze fell over the thing. Silently, she shuffled in its direction, turning to wait for his verdict. Connor strode over to the post, securing the end of her leash to the nearest peg, before securing the han
dle over the top of the thing.
“Here’s how it’s going to work,” he informed her as he wrapped the length of chain over the wood. “Consider this your exercise post. Whenever you’ve warranted the privilege, you’ll be chained here and allowed to burn off some calories, and when I say allowed, I mean of course, you’ll be made to.” He paused for a moment, wanting his words to sink in.
She lifted her head, her gaze flitting from him to the wooden post. “How do I… exercise?”
Connor chuckled. “I’m glad you asked,” he chided. “You’ll be crawling around the post in whichever direction I tell you. I want you to think about your form as you move. Think graceful, lithe motion, please. I also want you to consider your speed. You are to keep an even pace, and if I see you flagging, I’ll be encouraging you with my favorite paddle.”
She gasped at that, her eyes blinking wildly at him.
“Have you got it?”
She nodded, her features etched with anxiety. “Yes, Sir.”
“Excellent,” he declared, “and consider this. If you please me, I’ll reward you with an orgasm.” He hesitated, watching as she held her breath. “Would you like that, pet?”
“Y-yes,” she mumbled, her face burning with embarrassment.
Connor couldn’t tell if she was just answering with what she thought he needed to hear, or if she was genuinely interested in pleasure, but it didn’t matter. The point was she had heard him and responded with obedience. And that made him happy.
“Good,” he told her. “Then, let us begin.”
Chapter Forty-Four
He’d secured her chains to the post in seconds flat. Molly looked on in horror as he worked, her head reeling at this latest humiliation.
“Begin counter-clockwise,” came the order as he stood, and retreated toward the large chair.
Molly gulped, her eyes flitting to his face briefly before her hands and knees began to move. Dropping her head forward, she crawled in a circle around the wooden post, passing his bare feet and continuing onwards. The whole time she was held in place by her leash which kept her chained to the post, and the chain between her wrists, which rattled ominously with every movement. The sounds made the reality of her shame starker. Not only was she a prisoner – his prisoner – but she was being made to parade herself for his personal entertainment. And your orgasm, reminded the small voice in her head. If he followed through and even allowed her to climax that was.
Her circling continued, and all the while she fought to keep her form. She kept her belly tight and her ass pushed back, and she hoped the image was, what had he called it, graceful? Molly doubted it though. How graceful could crawling be at the end of the day?
“Marvelous,” he praised, his tone approving. “You look great. Now, I want you to continue while I grab the laptop. And don’t even think about stopping. I’ll be watching the whole time, remember?” Connor tipped his head toward the corner of the room, and Molly’s gaze darted to follow his eyes to the small camera there.
She swallowed as he left her there, her head falling forward again as she heard the bolt slide back into place from the outside. Mortified and disheartened by the reminder that she was being watched even when her captor wasn’t there, Molly continued onwards. As she crawled, her brain began to race, considering the new space and whether being down here made escape any more likely. At least I’m on the ground floor, she thought frantically as she began her eighth circuit, or perhaps it was ninth pass? It was easy to forget when all you did was go around and around, like a freaking goldfish in a bowl. A chained and naked goldfish, the little voice reminded her, glibly.
Molly shook her head, making her eyes focus on the large window behind the chair as she passed the dresser once more. There were long, ugly, old-fashioned net curtains hanging at them, which obscured nearly all of her view, and frustratingly meant that no one would ever be able to see into the room. From her position on the rug it was impossible to see much more, but maybe if she could get up again, she’d be able to catch sight of a car or another house. Anything which would give her a clue about where the hell she was.
The noise of the bolt on the other side of the door made her heart pick up its pace, and her hand and knees redoubled their efforts as panic flooded her system. Somehow, she began to worry that he’d know what she’d been thinking, and would punish her for the thought alone, but that was ridiculous. Connor might be a thoroughly organized psycho, but he wasn’t a telepath.
She didn’t look up as the door opened, but she felt her body tense, her stomach drawing in as he entered the room.
“Good pet,” he murmured, and she saw him turn to push the inside bolt back into position.
She noticed the silver laptop in his hands, and heard him move back toward the large leather chair by the corner of the window. As she began a new circuit he fell into the luxurious-looking seat.
“Start making a larger circuit,” he instructed as he propped the device up on his lap.
Molly stilled for a second before she complied, widening her circles so she passed just in front of his legs this time. She didn’t understand his reasoning, but she didn’t counter it either.
“Don’t lose that form,” he warned her as she began to move in the direction of the fireplace. “Keep that derriere out, and those legs splayed. I want to see that tail. Show me what’s mine.”
Molly knew her face was burning at his instructions, but something about his words made moisture pool at the apex of her thighs. The way he talked about her was so matter-of-fact, and yet so dehumanizing. It should be freaking outrageous, and it was. But oddly, it made her insanely hot.
“Better,” he muttered in response.
As she passed back toward his legs, she saw him begin to read at the laptop. She crawled on, moving past him, but by now it was becoming harder and harder to stay in the position he demanded. The pressure on her hands and knees was building, and her shoulders had begun to ache. Invariably her form began to slide again as her body tired. As she crawled away from his right foot, a small sound caught her attention. Molly couldn’t make out what it was at first, but a fraction of a moment later everything became much clearer.
A firm wallop landed on her ass, catching the underside of her tail and most of her wet seam. The noise of the impact was so loud it made her physically jump, and she felt her hands leave the rug. Then the pain registered, spreading quickly throughout her lower body. Molly gasped, yelping loudly, and instinctively, she paused, turning to rub her sore behind.
“I told you to keep your form!” he barked from behind her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
She glanced at him with stunned eyes as Connor rose from the chair in a flash. The sound of the laptop hit the leather behind him, filling the air like thunder as he came to tower over her. For the first time, she saw properly what he had stuck her with. As he’d threatened, there was a long, hard paddle in his right hand. No wonder the impact had been so forceful. He rounded her body quickly, coming to crouch down in front of her face. Once in position, his right hand rose to the chain at her neck and he pulled against it hard.
“Listen to me, pet.” His voice was a near-growl.
Connor’s sudden proximity, and the warning in his voice made her heart race inside her chest.
“This may be new to you,” he began, “but you’re a smart woman, so I’m going to need you to learn fast.”
Molly bit her lip at the severity in his voice. His tone promised real threat, sending a shiver running down the length of her naked, vulnerable body. She nodded, unsure if he was going to expect a reply to that or not. “Yes, Sir,” she mumbled, struggling to take the weight of her upper body as he yanked harder on her chain.
“You’re my pet now, my animal to tease, and train. That means I can strike your bottom whenever it pleases me, and you pet, you have no recourse, do you understand me?” His voice was powerful, coming at her loud and clear, despite the fact they were only inches apart.
“Yes,” she
panted, trying not to resist the leather at her neck, but boy, she wanted to. She wanted to pull back from his grasp and get as far away from him as she could, yet at the same time she wanted that orgasm he’d promised her. She needed it.
“That means no pausing to examine your punished backside,” he went on. “It means keeping your form, and doing as you’ve been told.”
She flushed at his exasperated expression. For some reason, she actually felt remorseful to have disappointed him, and she recoiled at the ridiculous emotions as quickly as she could.
“You’ll receive ten swats for your insubordination,” he advised her, moving away ever so slightly. “And this time I want good form.”
He was gone in a heartbeat, releasing the chain and allowing it to fall free into the space between Molly and the post she was leashed to. She heard him resume his place in the leather chair, and for a moment she hesitated. Should she keep going now, or wait for the ten swats he’d threatened her with?
As though Connor had read her mind, her question was answered a moment later. “Get going,” he snapped, his tone irritated.
She drew in a quick breath before forcing her knees forward. Ignoring their pleas as they hit the rug in front of them, she crawled onward, trying to think about the position of her body as she headed back toward his legs and completed the circuit. She never saw him move. The noise of the paddle impacting with her exposed bottom registered before the hurt, and she felt her body leap from the floor at the force of it. Then came a flood of pain as the sting resonated, and her ass ached from the way the strike had clipped the dildo seated snugly inside her.
“One,” Connor announced, his tone now evidently amused at her predicament.
Molly gasped, continuing onwards. Now she understood how her penance was going to be delivered, in single, unrelenting swats to her poor behind each and every time she passed by him. As she approached him this time, she knew what was coming. Instinctively, she tried to crawl faster past his feet, but Connor seemed wise to her game, and the strike came all the same. It seemed so damn powerful against her skin, that she imagined her bottom was already reddening around her Connor-imposed tail. The thought made her cringe.
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