by Loki Renard
“Well, that’s something,” she smirked up at him. As much as it was a challenge to her pride to be treated as his domestic pet, it did at least distract her thoroughly from the other problems in her life. Work and bills seemed like very distant concerns when she was being compelled to kneel before her master and obey him.
Tiring of sitting down, Tessa laid out on her back, stretching her limbs. She let herself sink into the soft plush, showing her belly as her shirt rode up.
“What do you think you’re doing, hmmm?”
“Wuff,” she said with a broad, naughty grin. If he wanted to treat her like a pet, well, maybe she’d just act like one.
“Oh, I see,” he observed. “If you want to push the boundaries of what it means to be my pet, I think you’ll find yourself a long way out of your depth very quickly, naughty Tessa.”
“Oh, yeah?” She met his warning with more challenge. Perhaps she should have been more careful; Kirk was incredibly inventive when he wanted to be, but she was getting caught up in the moment and the thrill of disobedience.
“It’s not all orgasms and butt plugs, sweetheart,” Kirk smiled down at her. “Unless you want to eat dinner out of a bowl tonight, you should consider adopting a less mischievous attitude.”
Tessa looked at him with what she hoped was her most contrite expression. “Meow?”
Kirk laughed. “Okay, my kitten, come here.” He beckoned her and she responded, sliding up to her knees between his legs. He leaned down and pressed another kiss to her lips. “I am going to enjoy doing this with you,” he said, sliding his hand through her hair. “I think you’re going to learn a lot. Let me get your collar, pet.”
He stood up and went to his bedroom where all the equipment was kept. As soon as he was out of the room, Tessa slipped back up onto the couch.
He returned with her collar in his hand. As soon as he saw where she was, he shot her a chastising look. “Defiant pets get spanked, Tessa.”
She didn’t care if she got spanked or not. She just wanted to feel him impose his will, to lose herself in the power of his desire. So she stayed where she was as he strode to her, slipped the collar around her neck, and buckled it. He then used it to guide her down off the couch, several hard slaps to her rear emphasizing his message as he put her in her place.
“Do you want to be in trouble?” He swatted her bottom, keeping hold of her collar as he did so she had no means of escape. Squirm and wriggle as she might, her body was in his control. She felt his hand searing across her rear through the light fabric of her skirt, which was soon flipped up to bare her bottom. She had made the rather tactically poor decision of wearing a skirt that day, not that it mattered. She would have needed to have worn armored underwear to avoid the hard swats of Kirk’s palm as he punished her for her disobedience.
He finished the disciplinary interlude by depriving her of her skirt entirely, followed by her blouse and bra. In very short order she was in her panties, which being a thong were not of any real use anyway. They did preserve a modicum of modesty, but she knew Kirk would soon deprive her of that.
Chastened for the moment, Tessa curled up at Kirk’s feet and looked up at him with doe eyes.
“Come here,” he said, patting his lap.
She slid up onto his thighs in an instant, pressing herself against him. She felt very much like a pet as he began to stroke her bottom and thighs, soothing some of the heat away in tender caresses.
“This does not have to be painful, Tessa. It can be very, very enjoyable,” he said, nuzzling her neck and placing light kisses against sensitive skin. She squirmed her hot bottom against his lap as he lavished gentle affection on her, her head falling back as his mouth traced passionately down her neck, his arms wrapping around her, cradling her against his hard body.
“Good girl,” he praised as she settled down. It was nice to be held by him, to let him take her weight and her worries all at once. Even as she was held securely, she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to go along with Kirk’s plan quite that easily. What he was talking about was something more intense than they had ever done before. He was talking about her living her submission to him, not just playing with it every now and then.
“I think you’re getting yourself in over your head,” she murmured in his ear.
Kirk chuckled and patted her bottom. “Don’t you worry, Tessa, I can take everything you have to throw at me and more.”
Her lips turned up in a secret little smile. She’d see about that.
Chapter Thirteen
Kirk had expected his pet to put up a fight when it came to some of the rules he had in place for her during the week. He’d expected whining, complaining, and cajoling. However, Tessa actually became quite willful and naughty, which he had not seen coming. With every correction she received, she found a new way to rebel—sometimes playfully, other times a little more forcefully.
It was the third day of their arrangement and she had been quiet for some time, ostensibly having a nap in the bedroom. However, when Kirk went to check on her, he found his pet not sleeping as she had been instructed. Instead she was sitting quite naked aside from her collar, with one of his best leather shoes in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other. Most of the leather had already been cut away and was lying in pieces on the carpeted floor.
“Tessa!” He barked her name. “What on earth are you doing?”
She looked up with a broad smirk. “This is what pets do, right? Destroy shoes?”
He knew then that the light play he had been indulging her with was not enough. She wanted more, craved more. He saw it in her eyes as she looked at him not with any kind of malicious destructive joy, but with a hopeful little spark.
Kirk let his expression become hard as he strode forward and grabbed her by the back of her neck with a grip that was hard but not too painful. She let out a yowl anyway, protesting loudly as he guided her over to the bed, where he used a leather leash to tie her in a kneeling position. It was obvious from the way she put her hands back to cover her rear that she expected to be spanked, but he did not have mere spanking in mind for her. That was not going to make a dent in her newfound resistance.
Kirk reached under the bed and drew out an iron cage, which slid out quite easily in several pieces. It did not have a floor, but it did have four sturdy sides, one of which had a door installed in it, and a roof. The cage was heavy enough that once inside, one did not have much chance of lifting it up. This he set up next to the bed, slotting each of the sides in place and securing them with long iron stays while Tessa’s jaw dropped.
“What is… er…”
“If you can’t be trusted unsupervised, this is where you’ll be put.” He gestured toward the interior, which was about six feet long, four feet wide, and four feet tall. Enough length for her to be able to lie down in, even sleep in if he deemed necessary, but not tall enough for her to stand.
“Kirk…” She shook her head. “I didn’t think…”
“Oh, when you were destroying over a thousand dollars of hand-tooled leather, you didn’t think there would be any real consequences? That does sound quite like you, my pet. But now you know you were wrong.” He unclipped the leash from her collar. “In the cage,” he ordered.
She gave him a wide-eyed look that did precisely nothing to dampen his resolve.
“A cage, Kirk, really?”
“Cutting up my shoes, Tessa, really?”
She screwed up her face and he knew she was going to rebel again.
“I’m not letting you put me in a cage, Kirk,” she said. “That’s going too far.”
“Is it now? What did you think would happen when I found what you’d done?”
“Well, uh… I don’t know.” She began to squirm back and forth on the carpet, her bottom swaying this way and that. He didn’t know if it was an attempt to distract him with her curves, or merely nervousness on her part.
“Please?” She tried whining and pleading as an alternative. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry, yes,” he said dryly. “Isn’t it interesting how you become sorry as soon as the punishment is before you. Into the cage, now, Tessa.”
“No!”
There it was, the outright defiance that had been brewing since he’d announced her week of submission. As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t quite bring herself to let him take charge as she needed him to. As long as she held that resistance, they would always have this barrier between them. She would always test him, then become outraged or resistant when it came time to face discipline. It was a pattern that had to be broken—and that could only happen once she realized that he was more than capable of truly taking control no matter what she did.
Kirk reached down, grasped her by the collar, and slapped Tessa’s bottom until she scuttled into the interior of the cage. He let go just as she was entering, assuming she had learned her lesson and was going to be obedient.
No such chance. Instead of entering her cage like a good pet, Tessa turned and snapped her teeth at him. The first time she missed, the second time she did not. Kirk took in a hiss of breath as he looked down at his hand, now marked by a perfect half-ring of teeth.
Tessa was smirking at him, the blonde minx apparently proud of herself. She wouldn’t be smiling for long, Kirk decided. He turned and went to the bathroom where he kept several medical supplies useful not just for treating maladies, but for imparting discipline to a deserving pet. He did not say a word to her as he walked away. He simply left the room.
Apparently confused by his lack of reaction, Tessa followed him into the bathroom. That had always been her downfall, a curiosity that delivered her to him time and time again. Without a word, he reached around her and shut the bathroom door. The bathroom was large enough for several people, more than enough space for a guilty pet to shuffle her feet and watch him under lowered lashes. Kirk’s favorite part of the room had always been the large triangular bath in one corner, with a thick tiled ledge beside it. That was where he sat down while Tessa looked at him with a vaguely curious, slightly guilty expression.
“What are you doing?”
Kirk turned the water on the faucet to warm and filled the enema bag he’d removed from its storage place underneath the sink. Tessa had to know precisely what he was doing, but she seemed unable to connect it with what she’d just done. She had a guilty, shocked, concerned look on her pretty face, which he intended to replace with remorse fairly soon.
“Hands and knees, on the floor in front of me,” he ordered in curt tones.
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Oh, god. He wanted to give her an enema. Oh, god. Tessa squirmed back and forth where she stood, the collar suddenly feeling quite heavy around her neck.
“You’ve already displeased me twice, pet,” he said in devastatingly calm tones. “Do you really want to try for a third time?”
She didn’t. Her stomach was twisting up in knots with guilt for having bitten him. The shoe thing was a silly prank, but she could still see the red marks where her teeth had met his skin. It had to have hurt. Slowly, whimpering softly, she sank down to her knees and more shuffled than crawled toward him, hoping her obedience would act in some way to soothe him.
“Good girl,” he said, a little warmth entering his tone.
“I’m… uh… I’m sorry I… you know…”
Her apology was far too weak to get her out of trouble. Any apology would have been, she strongly suspected. He already had the enema set up, the bag hanging from a hook on the wall, the long and somehow butt plug-shaped plastic nozzle attached to the hose, the lubricant standing by to… oh, god.
“Turn around, pet,” he ordered. “Head down, bottom up, knees spread.”
It had to be the most embarrassing position to take, to turn and present her rear to him, her face just inches from cool tile as her spread knees made her cheeks spread too, her anus completely exposed. She flinched as he dabbed cool lubricating gel against the tight little bud. He’d not said anything to her about the fact she’d bitten him. He’d barely said anything at all, and here she was, with his finger circling her bottom hole, about to take an enema from her doctor and master.
Tessa gasped as he pressed the nozzle to her anus and told her to relax, as if relaxing were something someone could do with at least four inches of tapered nozzle about to slide into her rear.
“That’s not standard medical issue,” she gasped.
“It’s not,” he agreed. “This is especially designed to sit in the rectums of naughty pets who disobey their doctors and think that biting will get them anywhere.”
The lecture had begun, along with the enema. He began to press it in; to her horror, the narrow tip made it practically glide into her anus. The flare of the instrument soon made things a little less comfortable, but by that stage there was nothing she could do but whimper as her bottom was spread around the thickest part of the nozzle, which then seated itself inside her.
“Kirk… please…” she whimpered his name in hopes that he would be content merely playing with the nozzle. It was a futile hope. Warm water was already slowly trickling inside her bottom, filling her bowels. Tessa let out little gasps and whimpers as Kirk performed the enema. He reached down and took hold of her collar, gently pulling her up so she wasn’t quite so inverted. His hand then slid down and under her belly, massaging gently as the water began to fill her.
“Kirk!” It was as if all she could say was his name as the feeling of fullness began to increase along with regret.
“Shhh, pet,” he soothed her. “You’ve been quite agitated lately, perhaps this is precisely what you need, a good internal cleaning.”
Tessa let out a little sob, her bottom clenching around the hard base of the nozzle that was delivering its slow payload to her insides. There were cramping sensations as the water seeped deeper, relieved partly by the way his palm and fingers were massaging her lower belly. She was completely in Kirk’s control, her body completely at his mercy.
“There,” he said after a few minutes. “I think you’re full enough, pet.”
“Yes!” she agreed immediately. She was more than full, full of the water, of the thick nozzle, of all sorts of swirling guilt eddying along with the water in her belly.
Kirk placed his hand on her left cheek and slowly began to ease the nozzle out. Tessa gasped and moaned, her anus tender with the motion as it was stretched all over again. This time she felt a little warm trickle as some of the water escaped. She needed the toilet badly.
“I gotta go, Kirk.”
“So go, pet.”
A fierce hot blush ran over her entire body. He wasn’t going to just sit there and… her stomach cramped, making the question completely moot. Scrambling up from the floor, Tessa made it to the toilet just in time to let the water flow out of her in what felt like one shameful rushing torrent. She did not make eye contact with Kirk as the contents of the enema flowed from her, but she knew his eyes were on her. She felt as though her entire body were on fire, hot rushes flowing over her skin in great pulsing motions as wave after wave of embarrassment hit.
“Come here, pet.”
Tessa hit the flush button and wished she could be taken away with the rushing water. Of course, she could not. He was beckoning her back over to his feet. She went, sinking to her knees because it gave her an easy means to avoid his eyes.
As she sat back down next to him on the cool floor, he ran his hands through her hair gently and slid them down over her body to her hips, where he eased her up to a hands-and-knees position once more. Tessa closed her eyes as he used a warm cloth to gently clean away the excess lubrication and wetness from the enema. His soothing touch went some way to calm her, but did not in any way erase her embarrassment—which was not over yet.
To her shock, he applied a fresh lot of lubricating gel and began pressing something thick inside her bottom. She would have known what it was if she’d opened her eyes, but they were still firmly shut. A soft brushing against her inner thighs soon told her that it was
her tail he’d inserted, along with a butt plug that stretched her more than the enema plug had, leaving her with a sense of perpetual fullness.
The tail swished back and forth with every little motion she made, reminding her beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was his pet. She was his in every way. With her tail in place, she couldn’t quite bring herself to pretend that she was an independent woman playing a game with her handsome doctor lover. The truth of it was that she was actually his. This was more real a moment than any of the times she’d pretended to have her life in order.
“Come, pet,” he said, standing up. “We are not finished yet.”
He put his hand down to help her stand, saving her from having to crawl over the hard bathroom floor. A small mercy, but a tender one. She felt him press his lips to her temple in a brief kiss before leading her out of the room and back to his bedroom, every step bringing with it the swishing of her blond tail between her thighs.
The cage was still there, waiting. This time Tessa did not complain. She slipped down to her hands and knees and more or less put herself away.
“Very good, my pet,” Kirk said, closing the door behind her. There was a metallic sound as two bolts slid home, and she was trapped. Truly caged, a naked pet with a very clean rear and a tail bobbing between her buttocks with every little motion she made.
“Now you wait here,” he said, as if she had some kind of choice in the matter. “I will be back for you soon to complete the lesson.”
He walked away, leaving her alone in the cage. As she began to calm down a little, Tessa could not believe she was really behind bars. She’d known Kirk would do something in response to the assault on his shoes, but she hadn’t suspected this in a million years. A cage. A real cage. She spent a few minutes looking for some way to escape, but the construction was solid and heavy. She was not going to get out until he let her out.
Stuck in the small space with nothing to do but think about the events that had led to her being confined, Tessa realized she’d made a mistake, a huge mistake, even. The look in his eyes as he’d put her into the cage was not like any she’d seen before. He had not been concerned by her behavior at all; if anything there was something anticipatory about the way he’d talked about the rest of her punishment. The enema, embarrassing as it had been, was not enough to atone for her behavior. The cage was not enough either. The tail wasn’t even a punishment, just an indelible reminder that she was his naughty little pet.