“Do you understand now, pet? You are mine. That is why you have been returned. That’s what happens to runaway animals. They get brought back to their rightful owners.”

I wonder if he really believes that, if he’s stripped me of all my independence and autonomy in his own mind and relegated me to something he owns. When I look into his eyes, I see that dark light dancing, and I know that somewhere inside him he understands that he is fucking with me.

“Let me show you,” he says, getting up, sitting on the bed, and taking me over his knee.

This was always going to happen. The moment the van door opened and revealed him standing there, I knew I’d end up over his lap again. It’s really the least of my worries.

I brace myself for another spanking, but instead of smacking my cheeks, he parts them. I hear him open the drawer next to the bed, and hear the click of a cap of something being opened. I gasp as I feel him start to smear something slippery against the tight bud of my anus. He shushes me and holds me firmly in place as he massages the lubricant in, then begins to thrust his finger inside the tight hole that wants to resist him.

Of course he’s found something even more depraved than before. He is nothing if not creative.

“Relax for me, pet,” he says.

“No,” I whimper. All I have now is my resistance. Stopping him from doing what he wants to me in little ways is the only way to maintain my sense of self. He wants to break me down completely. He wants to re-forge my very identity as belonging to him. He can fuck off.

“The only difference between relaxing and not relaxing is how much this hurts,” he says. “I know you’re quite fond of pain these days, but this can feel good, if you let it.”

As he says that, he lets his fingers brush gently over my pussy. I feel a tingle of arousal because my traitorous body has always responded to him. Even a look can make me blush with need. I wish I hated him. I wish he repulsed me, but he knows precisely how to arouse me, and he is deploying that knowledge to once again make me submit to something I…

“Oh, my god!”

He chuckles with real amusement as I react to the sensation of something new being introduced to my tight hole.

“Is that a plug?”

“Of sorts,” he says. He presses it inside me slowly, and I feel the rounded rubber tip enter me, then spread wide with the growing diameter of the toy until it feels as though it is too wide… and then it becomes narrow again, and the thing is seated inside me.

I feel something else, too, a light brushing sensation across my lower cheeks and inner thighs. I can’t quite place it, but it feels nice, especially when his hand dips down and his fingers find the bud of my clit to toy with in slow circles.

“What have you, mnnngggh…”

My question trails off into a moan as he keeps toying with me, teasing my pussy until I writhe and buck and want release more than anything. I am sure that he is going to deny me pleasure like he did before, but I want to come and I am going to try to before he stops me.

“You like that, hmmm? You like having your pussy played with and your ass filled?” he murmurs softly as he continues to wind me up toward higher and higher states of arousal. I do not know when I last got to orgasm, and I think if he doesn’t let me come this time, I might actually kill him myself.

“Come for me, pet,” he growls. “Come for your owner. Show me that you’re my naughty little pet.”

I want to come more than anything. He is toying with me in just the right way, his touch just firm enough to make me search for a little more pressure, a little more intensity.

“Do you know what’s in your ass right now?” He taps my clit, then slides his fingers down and presses two of them inside me, finger fucking my pussy, stretching it enough that I feel that thick thing in my ass even more.

“A plug?”

“No, pet. It’s a tail. It suits you. You’re going to wear it from now on to remind you of your place.”