Perverts 'R' Us

Taming Of the She-Devil

By Danyealle ( M/F, she-devil, anal, D/s, BDSM )

He tucked her into the passenger side of his Bentley. Before he seat-belted her in, he made sure she was tightly cocooned in the blanket, her hands constrained. He then got into the driver's seat, backed out of the driveway, and started across town to his house.

As he pulled out of her drive, the enormity of what she agreed to, and just what kind of being he was, hit her full-force and she started to shake all over. She was mentally kicking herself for agreeing to any of this.

He glanced over at her and smiled before he focused back on the road, sensing her tension, "Are you comfortable, Toy?"

She wiggled around in the blanket, trying to get loose, but to no avail - she was wrapped up too tightly. She looked down and muttered something unintelligible.

He glanced at her again, brow creased, "What's wrong, Toy? Are you having second thoughts about all of this?" He was trying to get her to relax, knowing she was having doubts about the whole situation.

She stared out of the side window at the passing houses and just muttered again, getting more anxious with each passing block.

He knew she was having more than just second thoughts. She wanted out of the whole thing. He kept his voice calm and light, "Speak up, Toy, I can't hear you."

She cleared her throat, "Take me home, now."

He kept his eyes on the road, but kept his voice light, "We are going home." He knew this was an indication of trouble to come. He just wasn't sure how bad it was going to get, so he was going to try to minimize it the best he could.

She shook her head, "No. Take me back to my house. Just let me out here and I'll walk back."

He smiled reassuringly at her, "You're home is with me now. You gave yourself to me freely and willingly, remember? Besides, I know if I leave you alone at your place you will play rabbit and I will have a bitch of a time finding you. That's a chance I'm not willing to take at this time. Just relax. It'll all be fine, Toy."

She slunk down in her seat and muttered darkly to herself, shooting him looks that should have killed him instantly.

He reached over and patted her knee reassuringly. "It'll be OK, Toy, really it will. Tell me what's wrong. What's bothering you about all of this? Is it just second thoughts?"

She stared out the front window, "All of it is bothering me." She wiggled around in the blanket, trying to get free.

He stroked her knee softly through the blanket, "All of it? Tell me about it, Toy. If you tell me, perhaps I can put you more at ease."

She looked over at him, "You're a demon. I don't want to be with a demon. And I'm not cut out to be a total sub 24/7."

He nodded, "I figured what I am might be part of the problem here. Let me try to put you a little bit more at ease, on that subject anyway.

There are demons, then there are demons. The most common kind, the ones you are probably thinking about, are cruel, obnoxious and have no brains whatsoever. I am not like that. I'm far too refined to be classified with those beasts. So let me go into a little bit about myself and see if that puts you a bit more at ease.

I am a one of a kind demon. A general, you might say. In Hell, there is a hierarchy like everywhere else. Lucifer is the head of it, as you are probably well aware, and below him are his lieutenants. One of those is Azmodeus. I am below him in the chain of command. Each demon has his own nature. Mine is sex, lust, and decadence." He spoke to her softly and calmly, trying to put her more at ease and calm her down, and then to earn her trust.

"I am the only one of my kind. I not only feed of lust, but promote and bring out lust, sex, and decadence of all kinds. I was created when Lilith first felt lust.

This may sound like a contradiction, coming from a demon, but I do not lie. I may bend the truth, or not tell the whole truth, but I do not out and out lie.

Now, when I was looking for you I found out your whole name, but I don't believe you know mine. It's Lord Darious Mooksoon. The Lord is my title as you may have probably figured out. Have you ever heard of Triple D Industries?" He glanced over at her, smiling.

She nodded and muttered, "Yes." not looking at him.

He smiled at her again, "I own it and am CEO. So have no fear, all your needs will be well taken care of and you will want for nothing. But we won't go into that now. I'll tell you a bit more about myself.

I have spent approximately 1500 years on earth. I have pretty much seen it all, except a she-devil, until now that is. Your species is very rare indeed, Toy. That is why I was curious about you. But again I digress, so let me get back into the topic.

Another thing I do not do is cheat. Again, I know that sounds a bit strange coming from a demon, but I assure you it is true. Like you she-devils, I am generally not monogamous. I follow lust, wherever it may be. I am not cruel as a rule, but I can be. Yes, I am, in effect, evil, but not overtly so to be disgraceful. I fit in easily among humans. I don't break the strict rules that govern demons and this world. Yes indeed, there are rules about that."

He looked at her, grinning, "I am also a master of decadence in all its forms - something I am quite sure you will appreciate, Toy.

"As I stated earlier, my nature is lust, sex, and decadence, but that is not my main purpose. My main purpose on this rock is strife, something I am quite good at." He reached over and stroked her hair with one hand.

By this time he was pulling into his circular drive. He stopped the car at the front steps of the three-story house and smiled at her, "We're here, Toy." He got out and walked over to the passenger side of the car. He unbuckled her seatbelt and picked her up gently. He carried her into the house and sat her on the sofa in the living room, and then smiled at her, "Well Toy, how do you like your new home?"

She didn't even glance around at the furnishings, just stared up at him, "I want to go back to my house. I don't want to be here. Let me go, Darious."

He walked over and poured himself a drink, keeping a close eye on her, "Oh? Why so, Toy?"

She stared hard at him then said in short, clipped tones, "I don't want to be with you."

He leaned back against the drink cart and looked at her. He kept a calm, even tone, "You should have thought about that earlier, before you gave yourself to me, because now it's too late. Would you like a drink?"

She glared at him and growled deeply, eyes flashing dangerously, totally frustrated.

He quirked an eyebrow and smiled, "No drink then?"

She glared at him, "No, I do not want a fucking drink!" Her tone conveyed both her anger and frustration with the whole situation.

He looked directly at her, seeing her anger. When he spoke again his voice had hardened considerably. "You better get used to all of it, Toy. You are here now, like it or not. It is obvious to me that I can't trust you, so I couldn't leave you at your house. If I had done that, you would have run like a scared bitch and we both know it.

It's also obvious that you don't trust me, because of whom and what I am. So to promote trust between the both of us, I will go over the laws you will follow: Don't lie to me. You will not cheat, nor go out hunting other men. You will not play with that cunt of yours without specific permission. You also will not cum without permission. You will ask me for everything from getting a drink to taking a crap. In private, you will refer to me as 'M'Lord', in public it will be 'Sir' or 'Mr. Mooksoon.'"

She snorted loudly, "You THINK so. I have no intention of obeying you."

He gave her a hard look, "I know so, Toy, and yes you will."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.

He stared hard at her, "Don't do that, Toy. You are getting what you want, but you'll have to work at it. You behave, you'll get it. Be a brat and you won't get anything. Now, let's continue, shall we? You will not damage what is mine. That goes for my house and its furnishings, all the way down to you. You will keep your person clean and well-groomed at all times. Any failure to do so will result in me doing it for you followed by a severe punishment. There will be no religious items brought into this house, nor will you say any religious words. And finally you will be at my beck and call at all times and submit to my needs with no fighting or arguments.

These are the major laws that will always be in effect. Now we will go on to the minor rules. These will be temporary and will fall by the wayside as you earn my trust and prove yourself to me. You will wear your training collar at all times in the house. You will be nude at all times, until you earn the privilege of wearing clothes. Yes, clothes are a privilege, not a need. You will not be allowed to use the phone until I can trust you better. You will not leave the house again until you earn my trust. Wherever we go in the house, you will crawl on all fours as befitting your station.

I, as your Dom, will address you as 'brat', 'Toy' or something similar, and you will answer me. I will push you to the edge of your endurance and make you lose self-control like you have craved for so very long. I will make sure you stay clean and healthy. I will not lie to you, nor will I break a promise. Until you learn to behave properly, I will control every aspect of your daily life, down to the smallest detail."

The more he talked, the harder she glowered at him. Yes indeed, she was a sub and did like to be dominated, but not to the extent he was proposing. She had never let a human, let alone a demon, dominate her in this manner. Sexual domination was one thing; total domination was something else entirely.

She stared at him, "Fuck this shit. There is no way I am about to let you do this."

He leveled his gaze with hers, "Too late, Toy. You gave yourself up and agreed to it already. I'm not done yet, Toy, so hold your tongue. If you use your safe word, I will stop what I am doing and discuss why exactly you used it and how I can modify what I was doing. I will not hesitate to punish you if you misbehave, but on the other end of the spectrum, I will also not hesitate to reward you if you behave properly.

Yes indeed, I am a stern Dom, but I am a fair one. If you behave properly, you will gain privileges to the point living with me will just be an extension of your former life and you can come and go at will. So that should be your ultimate goal from this point forward.

"As much as you have rules governing your behavior, I also have rules governing mine. I will not lose my self-control with you and push you past your limits before you are ready to go there. I will never, no matter how angry or upset I am with you, hit you from the neck up or hit you in anger, period. If I feel I am that angry that I am unable to control myself at the time, I will punish you later when I have sufficiently regained my self-control.

Now, we will return to the topic of you. Until you learn to control yourself and behave in the manner I have prescribed in my presence, you will kneel by me with your eyes lowered as befitting your station in this relationship. I will inspect your person daily to check for damage. Once a week I will do a close inspection of your whole body. All these things I have mentioned are designed to earn trust between you and I. All the things I have mentioned, with the exception of the laws, are subject to change as your behavior improves to what I want it to become. I also will add new rules as new situations arise that I have not anticipated at this point in time."

The more he talked and the more rules he imposed the more infuriated and stubborn she became. She shot him a look that should have turned him to dust immediately. When she spoke, her voice was as hard and cold as ice. "Lay down all the rules and laws you see fit, but remember this - I will never trust you, nor will I obey you. I will fight you every step of the way. You will give up before I do."

His face remained calm and he gave her a quirky smile, "That remains to be seen, Toy."

Her eyes shot daggers at him, "It's a fact, get used to it and be prepared, shit head."

He cocked his head to one side and smiled at her, "How do you know that? You don't know yourself what you want."

She wiggled around inside the blanket, getting more frustrated and angry with each passing minute. "I know EXACTLY what I want, I want to leave!"

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at her calmly, "Wrong, that is not what you want. What you want is to be controlled and dominated by a being that won't give in to you. Everything about you and your actions scream it."

She stared at him, and then grinned evilly, "If you plan on trying to go through with this, then you have your work cut out for you, because I am not going to go along willingly. You are going to have one hell of a fight on your hands, as a matter of fact."

He shrugged, "Hard or easy, it makes no difference to me one way or another, and I can handle either easily. You will just make it harder on yourself is all. Besides, if it's worth fighting for, it's worth the fight in the first place."

She chuckled evilly, "Then you better put your gloves on, because I guarantee you're going to need them."

He grinned at her, "What gloves? We both know by this point that this is going to be a knock down, drag out, no-holds-barred match between both our wills." He paused and took a drink, watching her over the rim of her glass. When he finished the drink, he put the glass aside and looked at her, "Earlier I mentioned using your safe word. In order to implement that I need to know it beforehand, so what is it?"

She sighed deeply, "It's 'cease'."

He got up, walked over to her, and stood looking down at her, "Make sure you remember it, Toy. Forget it, and whatever I am doing that you can't tolerate won't stop." He smiled at her, and then caressed her cheek softly.

She yanked her head away from his touch, glaring at him.

He grabbed her by the back of the head and held her still, and then caressed her cheek again. "Accept my caresses, Toy. They are a reward and a show of my favoritism. Deny that and you deny me." He told her, his voice soft, but firm.

She growled loudly at him, fangs bared and eyes flashing.

His eyes hardened and his tone grew more firm and commanding, "Sheath those fangs, Toy."

She glared at him, "Make me!" knowing he could do no such thing.

He stared hard at her, not liking having his authority challenged this early on. He stepped back a couple steps, still watching her closely. "Make you? I'll do better than that, Toy." He walked over to a nearby cabinet and retrieved a black leather dog collar that was to be her training collar. He then walked back to her and tried to put it around her neck. That was when the fight started.

She quickly shifted to glaberal form, meaning her eyes and ears changed, she grew claws and her tail sprouted, and then she shredded the blanket that held her with a loud snarl and took off for the front door as fast as she could.

He growled loudly and took off after her. Before she could get to the door he tackled her and tried to hold her down the best he could.

She snarled loudly and took several swipes at him with her claws, connecting with most of them. She managed to wiggle around until she was able to roll over onto her back. She kicked, hit, bit, and clawed at him, howling at the top of her lungs.

He dodged her claw strikes the best he could and managed to roll her back onto her belly. He grabbed her wrists and managed to get her hands behind her back. He put his full body weight on her and let go, holding them with his weight. He then grabbed a handful of her hair, yanked her head back and fastened the collar around her neck. Pulling up a little and putting his knee in the center of her back over her wrists, he glared down at her, panting, "Looks like I am going to have to chain you up until you learn to behave properly."

She looked over her shoulder at him and grinned, wiggling her eyebrows, chuckling evilly, "You THINK!" She then shifted to full feline form, that of a clouded leopard. She pawed the collar off her neck and shredded it, and then took off, looking for an escape.

He looked at her, totally stunned. He had no idea she-devils could shift into a cat. However, he gathered himself enough to take off after her. He grabbed her as she was trying to leap through a shut window. She roared loudly and proceeded to slash him with her claws, drawing blood.

He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and held her out in front of him, giving her the dirtiest look he could, obviously plenty pissed. "I see you have a few tricks, my kitty cat. But I have a few of my own, never fear." He grabbed another collar out of the cabinet and put it around her neck, hearing her hiss and snarl. "Now listen up, that is a magical collar. It will resize to each of your forms and only I can take it off. Plus, it is indestructible. It has my name on it, proving that you are indeed mine now."

She glared at him and bared her fangs, growling long and low, and then shifted to full she-devil form. She looked him directly in the eyes, "Like hell I am."

He knew this form was deadly, even to him. He kept his tone calm and neutral. "You gave yourself to me freely and willingly, Toy."

She bared her fangs at him then took a swipe at his mid-section with her claws, snarling, eyes flashing dangerously.

He knew his human form didn't stand a chance against a fully shifted, pissed off she-devil so he shifted to full demon form and held onto her tightly.

She fought him with everything she had, doing plenty of damage to him in the process, cutting and slicing him badly. He defended himself the best he could without hurting her. That was something he didn't want to do. He just wanted to get her under control and calm her down. Hurting her would not do a lot to promote her trust in him.

Finally, when he found out just holding her wasn't doing any good - since she was a lot stronger than she looked - he put her in a full-nelson. At least it contained her. What he didn't count on was just how dexterous her body-length tail was. It snaked up between his legs and racked him in the balls as hard as she could.

He howled in pain, eyes flashing angrily. He let loose and grabbed her on the shoulders near her neck and squeezed, putting her in a nerve hold. She howled in pain and tried to bite his hands. When that failed, she shifted back to human form and glared at him murderously.

He released the nerve hold, but held onto her tightly with one arm. He grabbed the back of her hair and yanked her head back. He glared down at her, obviously infuriated. He said to her in short, clipped tones through clenched teeth, "How DARE you attack your Lord. You gave yourself to me freely and willingly. That is wholly unacceptable behavior. Very bad, Toy! You will be severely punished and pay dearly for your misbehavior. Until you can prove to me you can behave properly, you will be shackled and chained at all times and be led around on a leash. Also, you will crawl on your belly until I deem otherwise."

She looked up at him and snorted, "You THINK, fuck-head!"

He stared down at her coldly," Think? I don't think, I KNOW, Toy!" He picked her up and carried her up to his bedroom. He shackled her hands and feet, and then chained her to the bed by her collar. He shifted back to human form and crawled into bed behind her. He lay there, thinking just how he was going to handle her until he fell asleep, hoping by morning she would be calmer.

She lay awake all night long, trying to figure out just how she was going to extricate herself from this situation, and just how she could have gotten herself into it in the first place.

About a half an hour before he awoke, she finally dozed off. When he finally awoke, he looked at her, nodding when he saw she was sleeping. He eased out of bed, being careful not to wake her. He wanted a few peaceful minutes alone to take care of his morning business before the fight started all over again.

When he finished in the bathroom, he went back into the bedroom and gently shook her awake. "Wake up, Toy. It's time for me to take care of my property's needs."

She opened her eyes, looked at him and growled softly before yawning.

He unhooked the chain from the collar, and then picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. He sat her on the counter and retrieved a new toothbrush from the medicine cabinet. Putting toothpaste on it, he stuck it in her mouth and started to brush her teeth.

Sputtering and growling, she wiggled all over. When he pulled the toothbrush out and let her spit into the sink, she said sarcastically, "I am quite capable of doing this by myself, I will have you know."

While he rinsed the toothbrush off and put it up, he replied calmly, "I know you are, Toy. I'm doing it to promote trust between the two of us. In addition, at this point I can't trust you enough to take the shackles off to allow you to do it yourself. I don't feel like being hurt again this morning."

She glared at him, "This ain't the way to get me to trust you, take my word for it!"

He ignored the comment and wet a washcloth with warm water, and then soaped it up. He gently started to scrub her face with it. She grumbled and growled loudly, trying to pull away. Ignoring her attempts, he held her tightly, and then started to rinse it off. She dried pushing him away, "Will you just back off and let me do it?!" She snarled loudly. Ignoring what she said again, he pushed her hands aside and finished quickly.

She growled loudly, starting to get more and more pissed off with each passing minute. When he finished, he looked down at her, "Do you need to use the toilet, Toy?"

She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him. "No, I don't. Now, are you going to let me go?"

Ignoring the last comment, he picked her up and sat her down on the toilet while he filled the tub. When it was full, he got the remains of her t-shirt and underwear off, then stepped back. "Get in the tub, Toy."

Her jaw tightened and she glared at him, "I'll do it myself. Now, go!"

Looking at her calmly, he said, "I said get in the tub, Toy."

She leaned back against the tank and glared at him, "Not until you leave, Darious."

Shaking his head, he picked her up and deposited her into the water, sighing heavily. "OK Toy, we'll do it your way then."

Growling loudly and glaring at him, she tried to crawl back out of the tub. He held her tightly then dumped water over her head, grabbed a washcloth, and started to gently bathe her. She started protesting loudly and wiggling around, trying to shove him away from her. "Will you just fucking stop and let me do it myself?! I know how to give myself a bath, dammit!"

Ignoring her protests, he held her tightly while he rinsed her off. Then he stood her up and hooked the chain between her wrist shackles over the showerhead and turned it on. He proceeded to shampoo her hair and groom her pubic hair gently, ignoring her indignant screams, protests, and foul language. He gently shaved under her arms, being careful not to nick her. When he started to soap up her legs in preparation for shaving them, she tried jerking away, growling. "I don't shave my legs, you dumb fuck!"

Holding her legs still, he continued on, ignoring her completely. She growled again and kicked at him. "I SAID I don't fucking shave my damn legs!"

He blocked the kick easily enough and continued soaping up her long, thin legs. "What are you forgetting to say if you want my attention, Toy?" he asked calmly.

She howled indignantly and stomped her foot in frustration, baring her fangs at him. He looked up at her, smiling. "Those fangs are very cute, Toy."

She snorted and glared at him. When he started getting the razor ready, she clenched her teeth and said, in a tone heavily laced with sarcasm, "M'lord shit for brains, I do not shave my mother fucking legs!"

Putting the razor aside and ignoring the names, he looked up at her, "OK Toy, what do you do then?"

She glared at him, fangs bared, "I wax them, you stupid son of a bitch!"

Ignoring the insult, he rinsed her off, then lifted her out of the tub and started to dry her off gently, listening to her snarl and hiss the whole time. Gently, he dried down her stomach, working towards her legs.

She tried to pull away, but he held her tightly. Howling in frustration, she snarled, "I am very capable of doing this, you dumb cocksucker!"

Making sure her legs were dry, he said, calmly, "Until you learn to be a Toy instead of a spoiled child, you will continue to be treated as such. Now, spread your legs so I can finish."

Snarling, she bared her fangs at him, "No fucking way!"

Sighing deeply, he spread them for her and finished quickly, and then picked her up and sat her back on the counter. He grabbed the blow dryer and started to do her hair.

Howling, she tried to push him away, but he held onto her tightly. "You aren't doing it right, numb nuts!" She screamed, wiggling all over.

When he finished he carried her back into the bedroom and laid her back on the bed. He again chained her up by the collar. Then he retrieved the wax kit from the bathroom. He was able to do her legs easily enough, despite her squirming around, but when he spread her legs, she put up more of a fight.

Clamping them tightly shut, she glowered at him, "You are NOT going to wax there!"

Looking up at her, face calm, he said, "Spread your legs, Toy. Don't make this any harder on yourself than you already have. Because, one way or another, I am going to wax that twat of yours."

Glaring at him, she squeezed them more tightly together. "Why do you want my pussy waxed anyway? Are you some kind of pervert that likes grown women to look like little girls? Is that it, fuck tard?"

Ignoring her, he got up, retrieved a spreader bar from the closet, and put it on her. Then he proceeded to wax her, listening to her howl and scream angrily, using some very colorful language to describe an incestuous relationship he had with his mother and father. When he finished, he swatted her on the ass and said, grinning, "Good Toy."

Glaring at him, she flipped him the bird.

He unchained her and stood her up in front of an easy chair in the corner. "OK Toy, bend over, it's time for your morning inspection."

Looking over her shoulder at him, she snarled, "No fucking way. I'll do it when Lucifer ice skates to work."

Sighing, he looked at her, shaking his head. "Why do you have to make it so hard on yourself? Just behave and do it willingly, don't make me force you. By now, you should realize I will make you do it. Just behave and do as you're told, make it easy on yourself, Toy."

Narrowing her eyes, she glowered at him, "Fuck you, asshole!" she spat.

Staring hard at her, he said, "So be it, Toy. We'll do it your way." Forcing her to bend over at the waist, he hooked her wrist chain to the spreader bar. Wiggling around and howling furiously, she was able to do nothing about it.

He ran a hand up her legs, over her ass then up her back, confirming something he had noticed while giving her a bath, the welts, bruises and cuts he had left on her the night before had completely healed, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished. He then spread her ass cheeks and checked her anus to see if there was any residual damage. There wasn't.

The whole time he was touching her, she was cussing him out colorfully in 15 different languages. When he ran a finger lightly over her pussy, she tried to take a swipe at him, but to no avail, the chains held her too tightly and were too short.

Rubbing her clit softly, he chuckled at her attempt, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, you're not being a good Toy, and won't get spanked if you keep it up." Spreading her lips, he checked to see if there were any visible signs of damage. Again, there wasn't. He then tickled the entrance of her urethra softly, eliciting howls of indignation from her, causing him to chuckle. "Toy, you need to behave better, or you won't get what you want." Then he thrust his finger deep into her pussy and wiggled it around a bit.

Howling loudly, she wiggled all over the place, "I really don't give a rat's ass what I don't get from you, you dumb fuck. Just let me go!"

When he was done, he unhooked her from the bar and carried her down to the kitchen. Sitting her on the counter, he hooked her arm chain over a hook on the top of the cabinets so she couldn't move, and then fixed breakfast, listening to her grumble and growl, squirming around and trying to get free.

When it was fixed he put it on a plate and sat it on the table. He got her off the counter and sat at the table, with her on his lap. Putting an arm around her waist, he tried to feed her.

On the first fork full, she was able to shove his hand away, knocking the food all over the table. She turned her head away, "I don't eat."

Grabbing both of her arms, he was able to hold them down then got another fork full and managed to get it into her mouth.

Turning her head, she looked at him then proceeded to spit the food in his face, glaring. He glared hard at her, but said nothing as he grabbed a napkin and wiped his face off. Getting another fork full into her mouth, this time he held it shut and pinched her nose, forcing her to swallow. Glaring at her, he said, "Toy, you're misbehaving. I am very disappointed in you. You're being a very bad Toy."

Snarling at him, she replied, "I bloody well don't give a flying fuck, you bastard! If you would get off your fucking power trip and actually listen to me, it might penetrate that thick skull of yours that I don't fucking eat!" She was so infuriated by this point that her natural British accent, which she had suppressed for so many years, was back full force and very thick.

Ignoring her outburst, he got another fork full. He tried to get it into her mouth, but she almost bit him, staring up at him, growling loudly. He was getting to the end of his patience. Slamming the fork down on the table, he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, glaring down at her.

She glared back, eyes flashing, fangs bared and growling loudly.

Glaring back he said, in short clipped tones, "My Toy wants to act like an animal? Fine! I'll treat you like one then!" He put the plate down on the floor then put her down by it, on all fours. "You can just eat that way then!" He pushed her head down into it, covering her face with the food."

Letting out a howl of pure rage, she swatted the plate away, causing it to skid across the floor, spilling food all over, before smashing into the cabinet, breaking.

Sighing deeply, trying to get his temper and frustration level back under control and knowing it would do no good to feed her any more, he put her back up on the counter and hooked the chain up again, and then cleaned up the mess. She wiggled around on the counter, hissing and spitting, more pissed off than she had been in her entire life, glaring at him. She was covered in food, something that did nothing to improve her already foul mood.

When he was done, he picked her up and carried her down to the basement, unlocked a thick oak door, then carried her inside. This was the only time she had been quiet since she had awakened. The room was a fully-equipped dungeon. Actually, it was better equipped than most BDSM clubs she had been in. Looking around the room, her eyes were wide, licking her lips.

Putting her down on the floor, he chained her to the wall by the collar then grabbed a nearby hose and turned the water on. Training it on her, he washed her off with it. She howled in anger, sputtering and holding her hands out in front of her, trying to divert the water a bit.

When he finished, he put the hose up and stared down at her, "If my Toy wants to act like an animal, then that's how I will treat her. Glancing down at his watch, he sighed and then looked at her, "You will have all day to think about how you behaved and just how you can improve it." He then walked out, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Howling in rage, she glared at the shut door. Then she sat on the floor, shivering, cold and wet.

Walking upstairs to the bedroom, he cleaned himself up and got dressed, and then left for the office. On the drive, he silently hoped that a long day alone in the basement would convince her to behave better and accept her fate. Sighing deeply, he thought she was taking a lot more work than he anticipated. He expected a bit of a problem with her, but didn't expect the war he had been in since last night.

Hearing the door upstairs slam and his car pull out, she let out a howl of rage so loud the walls shivered. She spent the first two hours of her confinement yanking and pulling on the chain attached to her collar, trying to get loose, and then worked on the collar and shackles. Finally, she curled up on a small rug in the corner, planning and plotting about how she was going to get herself out of this disaster.

When he got home, Darious first went up and changed into some more comfortable clothes, and then went downstairs, fixed supper, and laid it on the table. He then went to the dungeon to get her. Reaching down, he caressed her cheek softly, smiling, "Did you have a good day, Toy?"

Glaring at him, she snarled, "Fuck no! That is a really stupid fucking question!" She swatted at his hand, growling.

Stepping back, he looked down at her, eyes hard. "You misbehaved, so you got to spend time down here. Learn to behave properly and you won't have to." Unchaining her, he carried her upstairs and sat down at the table with her on his lap once again. Then he started to feed her. She turned her head and ended up with food covering her face. "I TOLD you this morning I don't eat, you stupid shit!"

Once again, he ignored her and continued. By the time he finished, she was once again covered with food and seething. Like that morning, he sat her on the counter while he did dishes and cleaned up.

She was so angry one could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Wiggling around on the counter, she grumbled and muttered to herself, yanking at the shackles and chains. When he was finished, he carried her back down to the dungeon. Once again, he chained her up and hosed her off.

Howling in rage, she held her hands out in front of her and turned her face away from the water. This time, instead of letting her drip dry, he stood her up and gently dried her off with a big, fluffy towel. Then he inspected her thoroughly again. She cussed and shouted loudly, wiggling around and trying to fight him, but to no avail.

Ignoring her attempts, he finished and then chained her spread-eagle facing the wall. Pressing up against her back, he stroked up and down her sides. "My Toy is not behaving very well. I'm disappointed in you."

Snarling, she said, "I rightly don't give a flying fuck whether you are or not, you dumb son of a bitch! Let me go! Now dammit!"

Ignoring her once again, he undid his jeans and lowered them, then pressed back up against her and slid his cock deep into her pussy then started to fuck her deep, hard, and fast.

Screaming in rage, she said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? This is rape!"

Ignoring her totally, he continued to pound into her, making no effort to try to get her to cum. Growling in her ear, he said, "Why you learn to behave like a good and proper Toy? I'll make sure you enjoy it as well. But until then you won't get to cum and I will use you as I see fit, for my own pleasure." Pressing her tightly to the wall, he continued to pound into her hard and fast.

She wiggled all over the best she could, screaming curses at him, trying to fight him the best she could, but to no avail.

Groaning loudly, he started to shoot deep into her pussy .He held still for a couple minutes while he caught his breath, then spread her ass cheeks with one and placed the head of his cock against her asshole.

Looking over her shoulder at him, fangs bared and eyes flashing, she said, "Don't you fucking dare, you sick son of a bitch!"

Looking her in the eyes, he said nothing, and then put both hands on her hips, holding her still, then slammed all the way deep into her ass in one violent stroke.

Screaming loudly, she wiggled all over, trying to fight him, mad as hell.

Fucking her hard and fast, he growled into her, "Address me correctly and with respect and just perhaps I will listen to what you have to say to me, Toy." He continued to fuck her hard and fast until he shot deep into her. When he finished he pulled out and stepped back, looking at her.

Glaring over her shoulder at him, fangs bared, she said, "You sick fucking son of a bitch! How dare you! I was NOT put on this earth to fulfill your needs or to use whenever you feel like it! That was rape, pure and simple!"

Grabbing a towel, he started to clean her up, ignoring what she was saying. When he was done, he unhooked her and put her down on all fours then hooked a leash to her collar and tugged on it, trying to get her to follow him. "Come along, Toy."

She got the point quickly enough, but refused to move, yanking back on the leash.

Looking back at her over his shoulder, he shrugged, "So be it. We'll do it your way, Toy." Turning his back on her, he walked up the stairs at his own pace, dragging her behind, hissing, spitting, and snarling the whole way, calling him every name in the book, yanking on the leash. He led her into the living room and sat in his chair, dragging her over until she was between his legs. Then he pushed her into a sitting position and leaned back, turning the TV on.

She tried to pull away, but he held her tightly by the leash. She continued yanking and pulling on it, snarling and howling, calling him everything she could think of in a large variety of languages.

He held the leash tightly, ignoring what she was saying. When she got too loud, he just turned the TV up louder. After about an hour, he shut it off and then dragged her upstairs, still fighting the whole way. He chained her to the bed, sitting up, and brushed her hair out.

She kept trying to push his hands away, "Give me the damned brush and let me do it myself, numb nuts!"

He pushed her hands away, and continued until her hair was soft and shining brightly. He then laid her down and chained her wrist chain to the headboard so she couldn't move her hands, but was comfortable. He then stood up and stretched. He was tired from fighting with her for so long. As he undressed, he wondered how long she was going to continue to fight before she finally gave in to what she truly wanted. He crawled into bed behind her and snuggled up to her back, holding her close to his chest.

She stiffened up and growled, "Don't touch me! Let me sleep on the floor or something." Wiggling around, she tried to pull away from his touch.

He cuddled her tighter to him and buried his face in her hair. "Hmm, my Toy."

Wiggling around more, she tried to break loose from his grasp. "I'm not your fucking Toy, so leave me the hell alone, fuck head!"

He grinned and pretended to snore. She howled indignantly, wishing she had just one hand free so she could slug him a good one.

Reaching down, he started to stroke her ass softly. She tensed up and growled but he ignored it. Lifting her leg a little bit, he slid his cock into her ass gently.

Screaming angrily, she tried to pull away from him, but he held her fast. He slid in and out of her ass slowly and easily, holding her and stroking up and down her stomach.

Wiggling around, she tried to dislodge his cock. "Quit it! Leave me the fuck alone, you asshole! Haven't you done enough for one night?"

Ignoring her as he did before, he held onto her tighter and continued until he came again, then pulled out and started to doze off, still holding her tightly to his chest.

She lay awake all night, plotting and planning how she was going to get away and get revenge. However, other thoughts were starting to creep in as well. The part of her that was truly submissive was truly enjoying and craving what he was doing and didn't want him to stop. It was confusing her a great deal, her want to get away from this being and her craving for what he was doing. When dawn finally broke over the horizon, she dozed off, very conflicted.

He got up first, once again, and went through his morning routine, being careful not to wake her. He wanted some quiet time alone before World War Three started again. Finally, he went and woke her up. He brushed her teeth, gave her a bath, did her hair and did the morning inspection with her fighting him the whole time. He led her downstairs on all fours by her leash, with her fighting and snarling every step of the way. After cooking breakfast, he sat down at the table with her in his lap.

She fought him feeding her the whole way, howling indignantly. Finally, after having half the food stuffed down her throat, she had enough. "M'lord Asshole, I don't fucking need to eat human food!" She screamed in a sarcastic tone.

He smiled a little bit, having just gotten her to say it. Looking down at her he asked, "Oh, you don't? What do you eat then, Toy?"

Glaring at him, she said, tone heavily laced with sarcasm, "You know how I feed, shit for brains."

Nodding thoughtfully, he said, "True, I do at that. Do you need to feed now?"

Snorting, she shook her head. "No, if I need to feed, believe me, I'll let you know in no uncertain terms."

Grinning, he replied, "I have no doubt about that, Toy!" He didn't try to feed her any more. Getting what he wanted out of it, he cleaned up and did the dishes before leading her down to the basement on all fours. He chained her to the wall and then swatted her on the ass, grinning.

She glared back at him, severely pissed off.

Stepping back, he looked at her, grinning. She glared back, baring her fangs. Then he stepped back up to her and pulled her up to a standing position by her collar, then shackled her spread-eagle to the wall. He looked down into her eyes and stroked down her cheek softly. She yanked her head to the side and turned her head away, growling.

Grasping her chin, he turned her head back, making her look at him. Glaring, she bared her fangs again, obviously pissed. He reached up and ran his fingers through her mass of hair while he held her chin firmly. Looking into her eyes, he said, "Why don't you just give into what you so want and quit fighting me? I can give you what you so crave. Give you the pleasure you want and make you lose control in the way no one else ever has. Just give into me, Toy. You don't dominate me as you can others and I won't back down from you. You don't frighten me in the least."

She stared deep into his icy blue eyes, conflicted. She DID want to, wanted what he could give her and do for her, she did like that. However, she didn't want HIM, a demon. She said, softly and without her usual conviction, "Fuck you, Darious."

He noticed the tone change but didn't acknowledge it. He stared hard into her eyes, "So be it, Toy." He shifted to full demon form, continuing to look deep into her eyes. Grinning at her and baring his razor-sharp fangs he said, "You don't seem to want to listen to reason and do things the easy way, so we will continue to do things your way. Be assured I can hold out just as long as you can. Plus, my patience is infinite."

He pressed his body tightly to hers and looked down into her eyes. He picked her up under the arms and lifted her as far as the chains would allow them and held her tightly to the wall with his body. He then rubbed both his cocks between her legs. Then, he slammed both cocks deep into both her holes and started to fuck her hard and fast, his body slamming hers roughly into the wall.

She growled loudly at his rough entrance and wiggled all over, trying to dislodge him, "Quit it NOW!" she screamed.

He finished quickly, before she could build to an orgasm. Then he unchained her and lowered her to the floor, leaving her chained by the collar. He could see his cum running down the insides of her thighs. Grinning at her, "I don't believe I'll clean you up before I go today, Toy. Perhaps spending the day smelling and feeling me on and in you will remind you of your station, and perhaps remind you of how good I can make you feel and just what I can do for you if you behave like a good Toy."

"Fuck you, asshole!" she snarled, glaring at him.

He shifted back to human form and stepped closer to her. Petting her head softly, he chuckled, "Good Toy." Then he walked out of the room and went up to the bedroom to get dressed. Then he left for work.

She howled indignantly and looked for something to throw at the door but nothing was within reach. She then curled up on the rug and spent the day once again plotting and planning her escape.

After he got home, he went down and got her. He fixed his own dinner then ate it with her sitting on his lap. He occasionally gave her a drink, which she did take without a fight. After he cleaned up, he took her into the living room. He sat in his chair with her between his legs on the floor. He pretty much ignored her, except to occasionally pet her head or squeeze one of her tits.

She kept darkly to herself for about a half an hour. Then she extended one claw and jabbed him in the calf with it. "I have to go to the bathroom."

He winced, but continued to ignore her.

She did it again, but harder this time, "I SAID I have to go to the bathroom, fuck head."

Again he ignored the jab, but he reached down and petted her head softly, "You know what, Toy? If you start behaving, better I will allow you to spend the day up in the bedroom rather than down in the dungeon. That would be much more comfortable for you now, wouldn't it?"

She grumbled and growled but didn't answer him. By now, her need was getting urgent so he gritted her teeth and said, sarcastically, "M'lord Fuck Head, I have to use the bathroom."

He looked down at her, wide-eyed, "Oh, you do? OK." He grabbed her leash and led her down to the dungeon then chained her in the center of the floor by her collar to an eyebolt in the floor. It had only enough length of chain that only allowed her to squat. He then slid a chamber pot between her legs. "OK Toy, you may go."

Wiggling around, growling, highly agitated, she looked at him, eyes flashing, "I SAID bathroom, not a mother fucking bedpan, you shit head!"

He just stood behind her, stroking her hair softly, not answering her.

Wiggling around more, highly indignant, but she had to go so badly that after a few minutes she lowered her head and went, highly embarrassed.

Stroking her head softly, he said, "Very good, Toy." He then wiped her and cleaned out the bedpan. Walking back over, he gave her a swat on the ass, grinning, "Very good Toy, you didn't move." He chuckled deeply.

She muttered darkly to herself, her head still lowered and her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. He unhooked her from the floor and hooked her leash back onto the collar, then put her on all fours and started to lead her, "Come along, Toy. Crawl."

She did crawl along, but very slowly, muttering to herself, eyes shooting daggers into him. He looked back at her, "Fine, Toy, we will do it your way again." He then walked at his normal pace, dragging her along behind. He took her into the kitchen, warmed up the leftovers from his supper, sat at the table, and fed her. She sat passively on his lap and let him feed her without a fight.

He watched her while she ate, startled. He had expected another fight. After he finished, he cleaned up and then carried her into the living room. He bent her over the arm of his chair and grabbed a riding crop out of a nearby cabinet, then stepped back behind her. "You were a good Toy and behaved how I have prescribed you to behave, so now you will be rewarded." He then started to whip her ass, leaving it red, swollen, and covered with long, angry welts.

She clutched onto the chair tightly and whimpered softly, shivering. Despite not wanting to, it was really turning her on. After several minutes, he stopped and put the riding crop between her legs, rubbing it back and forth roughly across her pussy, hearing her moan, and then stopped and stepped back, looking at her.

She looked over her shoulder at him and growled loudly. He looked her deep in the eyes, "Beg me to continue, Toy." He said, voice deep and rough, eyes flashing.

Growling louder, she bared her fangs at him, "Fuck you, asshole!"

Calmly, he looked at her, "That's not the right answer. If you don't beg you will not get release, and it will stop right now."

She snarled at him loudly then released a large cloud of scent in hopes of overriding his self-control so she could get what she wanted, to be fucked and cum.

Her scent did affect him. It gave him an instantaneous, throbbing hard-on, but he kept a tight grip on his self-control. "Beg me Toy, or you won't get any more."

She glared back at him, frustrated that her normal trick didn't work, and also very sexually frustrated, "Never!"

He grinned at her and shrugged, "So be it, Toy." Tossing the riding crop onto the sofa, he sat down in his chair and then dragged her over and made her sit between his legs on the floor. Turning the TV on, he leaned back and put a hand on her head, petting and touching her. She pulled away from his touch, "Will you just quit fucking touching me! I hate it! Leave me the fuck alone, will you?"

Ignoring her comments, he pulled her closer by her collar, continuing to stroke her. She sat there muttering to herself and growling softly, eyes flashing.

After about an hour, he shut the TV off and led her upstairs. He chained her to the bed and then sat behind her and brushed her hair out until it was soft and shone like a golden waterfall. He then lay her down and inspected her. He found both her pussy and inner thighs were soaked, showing that indeed he had succeeded in turning her on. He finished quickly, then crawled in bed behind her. He held her tightly and soon fell asleep. She lay there, muttering to herself until she also fell into a light, restless sleep.

The next morning he woke up extremely horny. He rubbed himself up against her ass and nuzzled his face into her hair, growling softly. She woke up when he started growling. She looked over her shoulder at him, then turned her face away and sighed deeply. She had figured out by now it was going to do her no good to fight him. He would take what he wanted anyway and she was chained tightly enough that she knew she couldn't fight back effectively. Therefore, she laid there passively and let him do what he wanted.

He shifted, then lifted her leg and pushed himself deep into both her holes and started fucking her. Reaching around, he started playing with her tits. She lay there and let him do what he wanted, not even trying to make the effort to fight back.

He started to slam into her harder and rougher, then grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "Very good, Toy." He growled. "You're behaving for a change. Keep it up and I'll give you what you want."

The rougher he got, the more she started to like what he was doing. She started to moan softly and push back onto him, the sheet clutched tightly in her hands.

As he continued to pound into her, he reached down and started to rub her clit. He continued until she was moaning and whimpering loudly, squirming all over the bed. He yanked her head back and growled deeply, "Beg me to let you cum, Toy!"

She was moaning loudly and slamming back onto him, "Please!" she moaned breathlessly, before she could think to protest.

He reached out and raked his claws roughly down her back, leaving welts and scratches. "Please what, Toy?"

She shivered and dug her nails into the mattress. "I want to cum, please!" she moaned loudly.

He slammed deep into her and gyrated his hips to get her full and undivided attention. "No, Toy. You're not begging well enough. In addition, you aren't saying it correctly. So say it right and maybe I'll let you cum."

She whimpered loudly and tried to formulate her request in the correct manner. She ground back onto him, "M'lord, PLEASE let me cum!"

He started to hammer into her again, panting into hear ear, "You're doing good, Toy. Keep it up. Beg better."

She wailed loudly, "PLEASE, M'lord. Let me cum PLEASE!"

He started rubbing her clit harder and faster, fucking her as hard and rough as he could. "Beg, Toy!" he snarled in her ear.

She threw her head back and howled, "M'lord, PLEASE let me cum, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE!"

He continued fucking her and playing with her clit until she was wailing and howling, wiggling all over and slamming back onto him as hard as he was into her. He yanked her head back and looked down into her eyes, "Put more feeling into it, Toy. If you don't, I'll think you don't want to cum. So beg!"

"PLEASE, oh PLEASE M'lord, let me cum! Your Toy desperately wants to cum! PPPPPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEE!"

He could tell that she really was trying her best so he started rubbing her clit with his claws and slamming and grinding into her as roughly as he could, making sure he was hurting her.

She slammed back onto him one more time then threw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs, cumming hard and soaking his groin and halfway down his legs with her juices.

When he felt her tighten down on his cocks and start to cum he let himself release, growling loudly, flooding her insides with his icy-cold seed. When he was finished, he held her tightly to him and caressed her softly, "You did well, Toy. You pleased me a great deal." He heard her panting heavily and whimpering softly. He let her catch her breath, then got her up, bathed her, brushed her teeth, and then blow-dried her hair and inspected her.

This morning, she didn't fight him at all, just sat quietly and let him do it without a whimper. He carried her downstairs and sat her at the table while he cooked her breakfast. He sat and ate with her sitting on his lap, feeding her as well. She sat there passively and ate without a fight. He talked softly to her and rubbed her back through the whole meal.

When he was finished, he cleaned up and carried her down to the dungeon. He hooked her to the wall by the collar then got a soft mat, blanket, and a pillow out of the closet. He laid them out and then placed her on them. Standing up, he smiled down at her, "You did very good this morning, Toy. I am very happy with your behavior. I'll see you after work tonight." He caressed her head softly, and then left.

She stared at the closed door for a minute, then curled up under the blanket and soon fell fast asleep.

When he got home, he changed out of his suit, and then went down to get her. She was still curled up on the mat, sound asleep. He sat by her head, caressed the side of her face, and ran his fingers through her hair, waking her gently. She woke up and glared at him. He chuckled, looking down at her. "Tidy up, Toy. Then we'll go upstairs."

She folded up the blanket and piled everything in the corner, grumbling.

He carried her upstairs then sat her at the table while he fixed supper. He then sat her on his lap and fed her. She sighed deeply and ate without a fight. She knew if she fought back, she would just end up pissed off and covered with food. He stroked her back softly as he fed her, "Toy, I'm very pleased with your behavior." After he cleaned up and did the dishes, he carried her into the living room. He sat down in his chair with her on his lap, instead of the floor like normal. While he watched TV, he stroked her belly softly.

She lay there passively and let him, watching TV. She wasn't sure if she was totally going to give into him or not. She wanted to, yes, he was doing what she really wanted. However, she didn't want to give herself to a demon.

Half an hour before his usual time, he got up and turned the TV off. He carried her down to the dungeon. Shackling her up in a standing position in the center of the room, he grabbed a flogger off of one of the nearby racks. He then stood in front of her and looked down into her eyes.

"I'm impressed with your behavior today, Toy. Therefore, I feel you deserve a reward. The better you behave, the more I will reward you. Keep that in mind, Toy." He then stepped behind her and flogged her ruthlessly for about 15 minutes. He could hear her moaning loudly and see her starting to sweat and shiver. He knew he was turning her on a great deal.

He quit before she could cum, and then unhooked her and carried her up to the bedroom. He put her in the shower and gently washed her off. Then, after drying her off, he put her in bed and chained her to the headboard. He curled up behind her and stroked her hair softly, "You have been a good Toy today. That pleased me a great deal. Keep it up and you will gain privileges." He then snuggled her close to him and dozed off. She sighed deeply and shut her eyes. Soon she fell into a deep and conflicted sleep.

The next morning he went through what was by now their usual morning routine with her being passive and not fighting. She didn't even fight when he chained her up in the dungeon. In fact, she had curled up under the blanket and was asleep before he even walked out of the dungeon. He turned at the door and stood watching her for several minutes, leaning against the jam, before he turned and walked up the stairs.

He only spent half a day at the office, then went over to her house. Today was the day the movers were going to be there to take her stuff to storage. He did a quick walkthrough and gathered up her personal stuff to take to his house. He packed it into his car, and then spent the afternoon supervising the workers.

After they finished, he drove on home. It took him several trips to get it into the house. Most of it went up to the bedroom. The stuff from her study went into a spare bedroom he would allow her to convert into a study when she learned to behave. Finally, he left her cat bed, cat tower, scratching post, and chew-toys in the living room. He then changed out of his suit and cooked her dinner. He then went down to the dungeon. She was still asleep. He woke her gently, had her straighten up, and then carried her upstairs, stroking her back softly, "Your behavior has definitely improved, Toy. That's very good. It's pleasing me greatly."

She lay passively in his arms until he walked through the living room on the way to the kitchen and saw the bed and toys. Her head jerked up and her eyes grew wide. "What the fuck is that stuff doing here?" she snarled, looking at him. He ignored her comments and carried her on into the kitchen.

She extended a claw and jabbed him sharply in the chest with it. "I asked you a question!" He squinted at her then started to set the table, still holding her in one arm. She glared at him. "How did you get into my house and just why did you bring my stuff here?" she snarled at him.

He sat her in a chair and stroked her hair softly before bringing the food over to the table. She howled loudly and slammed her fist onto the table hard enough to make the dishes jump. "I'm talking to you asshole, and I expect an answer! Just why is MY stuff here and who gave you permission to bring it here?!"

He put the food on the table, then sat down and pulled her onto his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair softly, then started to feed her, rubbing her back softly, but saying nothing. Through mouthfuls of food, she continued to rant and rave, highly irate. "Just who gave you the right to go through my personal things and move them?"

When he finished feeding her, he rubbed her back, then cleaned up and did the dishes. She sat at the table muttering to herself, shooting him the dirtiest looks she could muster. When he finished, he picked her up and carried her to the living room. He sat in his chair with her on his lap. He turned on the TV and settled back, trying to relax.

She lay on his lap, muttering to herself and growling softly. She was all bent out of shape about him being in her house, her own personal safe space, and going through all her personal belongings. However, what upset her even more were her things being in his house. Her things being here signaled that indeed he was very serious about her being here with him for a long time to come and she was torn about how she felt about that. She was almost frightened by her own want for it. It frightened her that she did want that and it was a lot of what she was fighting against.

He ignored her mutterings entirely and watched TV, gently caressing her belly and running his fingers through her hair. He had anticipated a slight reversal in her behavior when she saw her things. He would just have to maintain what he was doing and he knew she would eventually come around.

She lay stiffly on his lap for a half an hour, talking and muttering softly to herself. She looked up at him, giving him the blackest and dirtiest look she could, and then said, in a tone full of venom and sarcasm, "M'lord Fuck head, I have to go to the bathroom."

He smiled down at her and stroked her head softly, ignoring the tone and the name. "OK, Toy." He picked her up and carried her down to the dungeon. He chained her in a squatting position by her collar then slid the chamber pot under her. He took a couple of steps back and folded his arms over his chest, watching and waiting.

She sighed deeply and urinated. She then tried to have a bowel movement. She strained and pushed, but to no avail. This was a problem her kind had if they ate a lot. A meal occasionally didn't bother them and passed right through without a problem. However, if they ate a lot over a period of time, it stopped them up, especially older ones, because their digestive systems no longer functioned like it did when they were human. Finally, when she realized she just wasn't going to be able to, she sighed deeply and looked over her shoulder at him. "I need a laxative." She hated asking him for it but had no other choice now.

He stepped closer to her and stroked up and down her sweaty back, ignoring what she said. She got the hint quickly and growled then phrased it in the way he wanted. "M'lord Asshole, I need a laxative."

He ran his fingers through her now sweaty hair, looking down into her eyes, "Oh? You do?"

She rolled her eyes, "Obviously, fuck head! I asked, didn't I? Believe me, if I didn't need it, I sure as fuck wouldn't ask you for it!"

"Hmm…" He rubbed her shoulder softly, "Perhaps I have a better solution to your small problem. I think an enema would be more appropriate for this situation. It will work faster and be a lot more effective."

She stared at him, wide-eyed. She felt her asshole clench at the mention of the word enema. "No fucking way, shit for brains! You are NOT going to do that to me! I want a laxative. You SAID you would take care of me and my needs, and this is part of it!"

He looked down at her and saw the panic in her eyes. He saw this as an opportunity to get a point across to her and get her to improve her behavior. He patted her head again then went to the recessed closet and got all the equipment out. He laid it where she could see it and slowly started to put it together.

She struggled in vain against the chain and screamed, "No, M'lord Asshole! A LAXATIVE!"

He ignored her and finished assembling it, then ran water in the sink. He held his fingers under it until he felt it was warm enough, and then started to fill the red bag.

She watched him, eyes getting bigger. Panic started to seize her. She knew he would indeed do it if she didn't do something to convince him otherwise. She thought quickly, and then said, her tone soft and respectful, "Please not that, M'lord. A laxative instead, please."

He added soap to the bag then screwed the stopper in. He was a bit startled by the fact that she had just done something voluntarily he had been trying to force her to do for the last few days. He knew if he gave in right away should quickly revert to her former behavior. He turned and looked at her, "This will actually work better, Toy."

She looked at him, eyes pleading, obviously distressed, "Please not that, M'lord!"

He stopped his preparations and looked at her, one eyebrow raised. "What's the matter, Toy? Don't you like this? It'll make you feel better quickly. A lot faster than a laxative will."

She shook her head vigorously, "No M'lord, I really don't. Please, may I have a laxative and not that, please?"

He sat the equipment down on a table where it was clearly visible to her, then stood in front of her, arms folded across his chest. He looked down at her, "Beg for a laxative, Toy."

She took a deep breath, and then looked up him. "Please, M'lord? May I have a laxative? Please?" she said softly, her tone was devoid of sarcasm and the anger it usually contained when she addressed him. She was trying to impart to him how she could behave if she so chose, and if he would do what she wanted, rather than what he was planning.

He hung the bag up in front of her where he knew she could see it at all times, showing it was ready to go. He looked down at her, "You can do better than that, Toy. You have done better in the past, so I know you can."

She looked up at the bag and hose, completely panic-stricken, and then up at him wide-eyed. She then said in a voice soft and contrite, with absolutely no trace of sarcasm, "Please, M'lord. Don't give me an enema. May I please have a laxative instead? Please, M'lord."

He stepped forward and stroked her head softly, "Very good, Toy. You have pleased me. Now, wait right here and I'll go get you something that will give you the relief you apparently need." He left the enema bag where she could see it, and then left the room. He went to the store to get her something. She stared up at the bag and shivered all over, whimpering softly and sweating.

He was back within 10 minutes and he walked back into the dungeon carrying a small bag. He unchained her from the floor, and then stepped back. "OK, Toy. Stand up, bend over, and grab your ankles."

She stood up quickly, then looked at him, eyes narrowed, "What?"

He gave her a hard look, "Bend over and grab your ankles, Toy, now."

She shook her head vigorously, "No. You SWALLOW a laxative. They don't go anywhere else. Just what are you trying to pull with me?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing. He pulled a jar of suppositories out of the bag, making sure she could see what it was. He then opened it and pulled one out.

She backed away from him, shaking her head vigorously, "No! Not that! No Way!"

He walked towards her, eyes boring into hers, "Willing or not, Toy, you are still going to get it."

She kept backing away from him until she was pressed up against the wall. "Please no, M'lord, that's just as bad as an enema. Please don't do this to me, PLEASE!"

He grabbed a hold of her and bent her over and straddled her back, holding her tightly with his legs. She howled loudly and struggled mightily against him, trying to get herself free. He reached back and parted her ass cheeks then pushed the suppository deep into her ass with one finger. He left his finger in to keep her from forcing it back out before it dissolved and could do the intended job, holding her tightly between his legs. She wiggled and thrashed around, trying to pull out of his grasp, cussing him colorfully in several different languages.

He squeezed her tighter with his thighs, trying to hold onto her. He looked back over his shoulder at her, "If you keep fighting me, Toy, I WILL give you the enema as well."

She immediately stopped squirming and wiggling around, looking over her shoulder at him, whimpering softly.

He nodded at her, "Good Toy." He could feel the suppository was mostly dissolved, so he pulled his finger out. He got off her and took a few steps back, leaning against the wall and watching her closely.

She shot him a few dirty looks, but that's the worst she did. She even kept her mouth shut. After about five to ten minutes, she started squirming all over the place and sweating profusely, obviously very uncomfortable. He cocked his head to the side, "Do you have to go, Toy?"

She looked at him, her discomfort evident, "Yes M'lord, I do." she said, her tone soft and quiet.

He gave her a firm look and pointed to the chamber pot, "You may use that, Toy."

She looked at the chamber pot then back at him, eyes pleading with him, "M'lord, please allow me to use the bathroom." She did not want to take a crap in front of him.

He pointed again to the chamber pot. "That is your bathroom, Toy. Resign yourself to it."

She looked at him, eyes pleading, but saw his resolve was firm. When her stomach started cramping up badly, she knew she had no choice but use it. She walked over and squatted over it, then started to void, her head lowered.

He walked over and stood behind her, watching. He patted her head softly and rubbed one of her shoulders. She was thoroughly dejected and humiliated at having him watch. At that moment, she totally gave up fighting him. Her resolve to not give into him was gone. He had pushed her beyond what she could take and she finally caved into what she truly did want.

Without knowing it, he had hit the one button that worked to get her to behave, humiliation. She could take pain beyond anything most living creatures could endure and it would turn her on and get her off, but true humiliation was not something she could endure for very long. It was her one and only true limit. She finished as quickly as she could, wanting to get it over as fast as she could. When she finished, she stayed squatted down, head lowered, cheeks red and burning, waiting for his next instruction, quietly.

When he saw she was finished, he stroked her back gently, "Stand up, bend over, and grab your ankles, Toy." She obeyed quickly, without so much as an argument, keeping her eyes and head lowered. He wiped and cleaned her up quickly then pinched her clit and gave her a hard swat on the ass. "Good Toy." He stood her upright and gave her a hug, then disposed of the chamber pot and cleaned it out. When he finished he came back in, attached the leash to her collar, pushed her gently down onto all fours, and started to lead her upstairs. She followed, obediently and without a fight, keeping pace with him.

He led her into the living room and sat down in his chair. He pulled her into his lap, and then turned on the TV. He softly petted her and rubbed her belly. "You are such a good Toy and have pleased me a great deal."

She curled up in his lap and rested her head on the arm of the chair, snuggling up closely to him. He looked down at her and smiled. "That's my Toy. You are being very good." he said, petting and stroking her softly.

As he softly rubbed her back, she curled up tighter to him and smiled. Shutting her eyes, she let the good feelings of his soft touch wash over her and she started to purr softly. He heard the soft motor sound and looked around, wondering where it was coming from. Not being able to locate its origin, he dismissed it from his thoughts. As he stroked and petted her more, it got progressively louder. Finally, he recognized it for what it was and that it was coming from her. He looked down at her and arched an eyebrow, "You can purr, Toy?"

She sifted around slightly and looked up at him, "Yes M'lord, I can purr." She said softly and respectfully.

Petting her more, he ran his fingers gently through her hair, "I didn't know you could do that. It pleases me a great deal to find out these things. You are just full of surprises aren't you, Toy?"

She shifted around a little bit more until she was laying on her side facing him, then looked up at him and purred louder.

Looking down at her, he spanked her hard several times, grinning. She just looked up at him, purring louder than ever. He picked up the remote and turned the TV off, and then picked her up and walked around behind the sofa. He stood her up on her feet and backed away a little bit. "OK Toy, lean over the back of the couch and spread your legs."

She quickly did as she was told, looking over her shoulder at him, purring still. He stepped up beside her and ran his fingers through her hair, then reached back and swatted her on the ass several times, as hard as he could.

Smiling at her, he said, "You have been a good Toy and pleased me so well that you deserve a reward." He then walked over to what he thought of as his toy cabinet and retrieved a heavy-duty flogger. He then stepped back behind her and started to use it down the backs of her legs, roughly. She shut her eyes, threw her head back and moaned loudly.

He flogged her ruthlessly for several more minutes, and then stopped, "Is my Toy turned on?"

She looked back and him and whimpered softly, "Yes, M'lord."

He grinned at her, "Is my Toy very excited?"

She licked her lips and nodded, "Very much, M'lord."

He rubbed her ass a little bit, "Is that twat of yours wet, Toy?"

She shivered and looked at him, "Yes M'lord, it is."

He chuckled deeply, "Is that pussy hungry, Toy?"

She wiggled her ass at him slightly, "Yes M'lord, it is."

He reached down between her legs and stroked up and down her wet pussy a couple times, then quit. He chuckled a little bit. "Does my Toy want to feel my cock in that twat?" She quivered a little bit and moaned softly, "Yes M'lord, I do, very much."

He took a few steps back and started to flog her again, hard, "Beg then, Toy. Beg to feel my cock in that pussy."

She moaned loudly and shook all over. "Please, M'lord!"

He extended his claws, and then reached between her legs and stroked one over her clot. "Beg better, Toy!" he growled loudly.

She shivered and pressed down into his hand. "Please, M'lord. May I feel your cock in my pussy?"

He pressed himself tightly against her ass and rubbed his cock up and down her crack, all the while teasing her clit with his claw. She whimpered loudly and shook all over, then shifted to glaberal. He continued rubbing his cock up and down her crack, and then started to stroke the tail that had emerged from the base of her tailbone. She moaned again and it started to swish back and forth briskly.

He stroked down her tail to the base, where it protruded from her body, and then rubbed around the base and started to stroke the underside of it right at the base.

She screeched loudly and her tail stiffened and stuck out, just the tip twitching. She looked over her shoulder at him, panting, "M'lord, if you keep doing that, you're going to make me cum and hard. There will be no stopping it!" she said, her voice husky.

He cocked his head to one side and looked at her. "Oh really, Toy? I've never heard of anything like that before."

She nodded vigorously, "Really, M'lord."

He stopped stroking her tail and just ran it through his fingers a few times, watching the end twitch. He then stepped back and quickly stripped. Pressing back up against her, he rubbed his now naked cock back and forth over her pussy a couple of times before he buried it deep into her and started to fuck her rough and hard. She threw her head back and moaned loudly then started to grind onto him, trying to get him into her deeper.

He continued to fuck her hard and deep, occasionally swatting her hard on the ass or raking his claws down her back, leaving welts in their wake. Then he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back. He elongated his fangs then sunk them deep into her neck while he continued to fuck her roughly. When he pulled them out of her neck he yanked her back onto him and started playing with her clit roughly once again, also starting to stroke the base of her tail once more. He threw his head back and roared, then started to shoot deep into her. Growling, he said, voice deep and resounding, seeming to bounce off the walls and fill the room, "Cum, Toy!"

The minute he started stroking her tail, she started building quickly to a big orgasm. When she felt his cock start to twitch and then shoot deep into her, she screamed loudly, slammed back onto him and started to cum, hard, howling at the top of her lungs.

He continued fucking her even after he had shot. He also continued to rub her clit and the base of her tail, making her cum over and over.

It kept up until she almost passed out and her tail struck straight out like a bottlebrush. She finally slumped over the back of the sofa, panting heavily. He bent over her and sunk his fangs into the other side of her neck and thrust into her a few more times, and then he came again, groaning into her ear. She thrust back onto him, whimpering softly.

He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly to his chest, nuzzling his face into her neck, "Is my Toy hungry? Do you need to feed?"

She shook her head, "No M'lord, I'm OK."

He sighed, "OK Toy. Then he swatted her on the ass, hard, and pinched her clit roughly. He pulled out of her and then turned all the lights off, picking her up and carrying her up to the bedroom, holding her closely to him. He put her on the bed on all fours, and then he shifted fully and got behind her on his knees. Quickly, he entered both her holes and started fucking her roughly again.

She gripped the sheets tightly and moaned loudly, pushing back onto him. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her upright, pulling her back until she was leaning up against his chest. He raked his claws up both her thighs to her pussy and started to diddle her clit. He leaned down and nipped her ear with his fangs, and then whispered, "Cum for me, Toy!"

She reached down and put her hand over his, pushing his down harder on her clit, and then started to grind onto it. She threw her head back, gave a loud howl, and started to cum, hard.

He thrust into her hard a few more times, and then came again, groaning into her ear. After catching his breath, he held her tightly to him and lay down on his side with both his cocks still buried in both her holes. He held her tightly to his chest, cuddling her tightly to him, his face buried in her hair. She pressed to him and draped her tail over his hip. She stroked his arms softly and purred happily until she fell asleep.

As usual, he woke up before she did. He looked down at her and smiled, then ran a hand softly down her side, easing his cocks out of her with a soft, wet, squishy sound. She felt him leave her body and woke up, yawning and looking at him, eyes droopy.

He smiled down at her and softly caressed the side of her face. He patted her softly on the ass and slid out of bed. He went into the bathroom, took care of his morning needs, and came back into the bedroom. Taking a key off his key chain, he unshackled both her wrists and ankles. "Ready to take care of your morning needs, Toy?"

She sat up on the edge of the bed and rubbed her wrists, then looked up at him and smiled. She held her arms out, a signal for him to pick her up.

He looked at her, startled, and then arched his eyebrows, "This is new, Toy!"

She just looked up at him and giggled a little bit. He smiled at her and then picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He brushed her teeth and started to run her bath. When it was full, he shut the water off and signaled for her to come over.

She hopped off the counter and walked over to him. He looked her over closely, to see if there was any residual damage from the night before. Again, her skin was clear and unblemished, as if nothing had happened. He stroked a couple of fingers down her back. "Do you always heal overnight, Toy?"

She looked over her shoulder at him and shrugged, "Most times I do, yeah."

He looked at her, eyebrow arched, "Most times? What I've done to you heals overnight, then?"

She nodded, "Yeah, those would. They are fairly minor injuries and heal fairly quickly."

He stroked her ass softly, "How long would, say, a broken bone take to heal?"

She cocked her head to the side and looked at him, "About a week, give or take."

Caressing her sides softly, he said, "What's the worst you've been injured and how long did it take you heal from it?"

She thought for a minutes, bow furrowed. "I was disemboweled and had my neck broke by another she-devil once. It took me about a month to heal from that."

He looked at her, mouth open, "Damn! So you basically regenerate then?"

She shrugged again, "Yeah I do, and fairly quickly."

"OK, Toy." He reached out and tweaked one of her nipples, grinning. She looked up at him, grinned, and giggled a bit.

Smiling down at her, he said, "OK Toy, get into the tub." She quickly obeyed, submerging herself into the warm water, and then looked up at him. He joined her, sitting behind her with her between his spread, bent legs. He soaped up a washcloth and started to scrub her back softly. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her bent knees, purring softly.

He washed all of her he could, and then rubbed her on the shoulder, "Get on your knees, Toy." She did as told, facing away from him, looking back at him over her shoulder.

He patted her ass, and then gently washed her pussy, ass, and down her legs. When he was finished, he rubbed her ass again, "OK Toy, turn around and face me so I can finish."

Turning around, she seated herself on his lap. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled, and then leaned forward and kissed him tenderly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

When she broke it off, he looked down at her, eyes wide, and a surprised look on his face. "Well Toy, THAT was a novelty." He held her closely and caressed up and down her back softly.

She grinned at him and cocked her head to one side, but said nothing. He pulled her closer to him and held her tightly, then kissed her back softly.

When he broke it off, she snuggled up closely to him and rested her head on his shoulder, purring happily. He held her for a bit, and then washed her hair. When he finished, he just held her, soaking for a while, massaging her back a bit and every so often squeezing her ass.

When the water got chilly, he patted her on the ass, "OK Toy, time to get out." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and then crawled out of the tub and stood waiting for him.

He got out and quickly dried himself off, then dried her gently. He then picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. He sat her on the edge of the bed, and then sat behind her and gently brushed her hair out until it shone brightly. He put her collar back on, but didn't shackle her this time. Then, he laid her down flat on the bed and gave her an all-over body massage. She lay still with her eyes shut, purring loudly, and thoroughly enjoying it.

He chuckled a bit. Straddling her back on his knees, he rubbed it gently, "Does my Toy like me giving her a massage?"

She sighed contentedly and purred, nodding, "Yes M'lord, I do."

Smiling, he said, "Good Toy." Then he spanked her lightly on the ass, grinning.

She giggled a little and arched her ass off the bed, looking back at him over her shoulder.

When he finished, he carried her downstairs and sat her on the counter while he fixed breakfast. She sat there quietly, watching him, not making a move to do anything else.

When he finished he put it on the table and then sat down with her on his lap and started to feed both her and himself.

While she was eating, she looked up at him, "M'lord?"

He smiled down at her, still not believing how well she was behaving. It was like Mr. Hyde turning back into the sedate and passive Dr. Jekyll. "Yes, Toy?"

"Eating regular meals like I have been doing causes me problems."

His brow furrowed, this was something he didn't know. "Oh?"

She nodded, "Yes. Problems like I had last night."

He cocked his head to one side and looked intently at her, "How so?"

She shrugged, "I'm old and no longer human, so my digestive system no longer works like a human's does. If it gets overloaded, it doesn't function so well and I start to have some problems."

Putting the fork down, he stroked up and down her back, "I did not know that. So, you don't eat solid food, then?"

She shook her head, "I do eat, but only once in a while. Not every day. I don't get anything from eating, nutrition-wise. It all just passes through my body. What sustains me is when I feed. That is all I really need."

He nodded, "I see. OK Toy, I will remember that."

She snuggled up closer to him and purred softly.

He ran his fingers through her hair and smiled down at her. He didn't make her eat any more and finished the meal himself. Then he cleaned up and did the dishes, with her sitting on the counter by him the whole time. He then picked her up and carried her back up to the bedroom, holding her closely to him and stroking her back softly. He set her down on the bed and chained her to the headboard by her collar, but didn't shackle her hands and feet.

He smiled down at her, "You have pleased me greatly last night and so far today, Toy so you deserve a reward." He walked to his dresser and pulled out one of his t-shirts and a pair of socks. He then walked back over to her. Unchaining her, he helped her put them on, and then re-hooked her collar to the headboard. He stroked her head softly, "Also, you will be allowed to stay in here today."

She smiled up at him, "Thank you, M'lord." she said softly.

Smiling, he caressed her cheek, "Do you like that, Toy?"

She pressed her cheek into his hand and looked up at him, "Yes, M'lord. I like it very much."

He ruffled her hair, "I have to get dressed and get ready for work now." He then turned his back to her and went to his closet.

She scooted to the edge of the bed and dangled her feet over. She sighed deeply and said, very softly, "M'lord?"

He didn't look at her, busy getting his clothes ready, "Yes, Toy?"

She sighed and looked down at the floor, not sure how he was going to take what she was going to say. Gathering her courage, she then said, very, very softly, "Please don't go to work today. Stay here with me."

He was busy pulling his pants on and about fell on his face. He was very surprised. Of all the things he thought she would say, that wasn't one of them, and it stunned him. He pulled his pants up then turned and looked at her while he did them up. "I have to go to work, Toy." He continued dressing, very flabbergasted.

She looked at him and shook her head, "No you don't. You're the boss. You don't have to go in if you don't want to. Please, stay with me today."

He pulled his shirt on and started to button it up, still looking at her, "Why do you want me to stay, Toy?"

She lowered her eyes and started to swing her feet back and forth. "Because, I get lonely being here all day by myself."

He watched her closely, "Lonely?"

She nodded, "Yes, M'lord."

He walked over, took her chin in his hand, and tilted her head up. "What will you do if I decide to stay?"

She looked up at him, "Whatever you wish me to do, M'lord."

He looked into her eyes, "Will you suck my cocks if that's what I want?"

Nodding, she said, "Yes M'lord, if that's what you wish."

"If I tell you to bare your ass and twat so that I can fuck them, will you?"

"Yes M'lord, I will." she said, softly

"If I want to whip you, can I?"

"Yes, M'lord."

He grasped her chin firmly and looked down deep into her eyes, "Can I strain your pussy and asshole if I so desire?"

She looked up into his eyes, "If that pleases you, M'lord."

He ran his fingers through her hair softly, "Can I cum all over you and up in you if that is what I wish?"

She looked up into his eyes, "You can do to me anything that pleases you, M'lord."

He stared down into her eyes, "Will you run from me, Toy?"

She shook her head, looking deep into his eyes, "No M'lord, I won't run from you."

He removed his hand and stepped closer to her, eyes still locked with hers, "If I leave you unchained, you won't leave then?"

She lowered her eyes and sighed deeply then locked her gaze with his again. "No, M'lord, I will not leave, you have my word."

He looked down at her and arched an eyebrow. If he was startled before by her submission, now he was very and completely stunned. Moreover, not entirely sure that he believed her, he tried searching her mind and soul to see if it was a trick, but found her to be closed off to him. She was old enough and so powerful that unless she specifically opened herself to him he couldn't get by her barrier. He cocked his head to one side and looked closer at her. "What changed your mind, Toy?"

She sighed deeply. What she was about to say was not something she wanted to even admit to herself. She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Because I like what you do to me and no other being can do it for me."

Nodding slightly, he grasped her chin gently and tilted her head up, then looked down into her eyes. "There is more to it than that, isn't there Toy? Tell me what it is."

She took a deep breath, "Because I gave you my word I wouldn't."

He chuckled, "There is still more, so just tell me, Toy."

She shrugged, "Where would I go that you wouldn't find me?"

He stroked her cheek softly with two fingers, "You could go back to your place easily enough. On the other hand, you could go to one of your friends or kindred. I am sure they would hide you from me so well that it would take centuries for me to locate you."

She sifted her gaze away from his. "That's true, they would. But I'm here now and won't leave."

He chuckled deeply then arched and eyebrow, "What is that Toy? Why won't you leave me?"

She dropped her gaze to the floor and shivered then said, so softly that it was just barely audible, "I'm yours, aren't I?"

He stepped closer to her, trying to hide his grin, having just gotten what he had been fighting with her for. "Huh? I didn't hear that, Toy. Say it again please, only louder this time, if you will."

She didn't want to. She didn't want to admit to him or to herself for that matter, that indeed she now belonged to him. In addition, that she was willing in that agreement. She just kept her eyes on the floor and sighed deeply.

He stroked her head softly, "Say it again, Toy, but a little louder so I can hear you clearly if you will."

She looked up into his eyes and said, softly but clearly audible, "I am yours now, M'lord."

He caressed her cheek and smiled. "Yes you, you are mine and mine alone. I am very pleased you finally admitted it to yourself and to me. It's a very large step in the right direction."

He reached down and unchained her collar, then leaned down and kissed her softly and tenderly. When he broke it off he smiled at her, "I am very pleased with you, Toy, and you will be rewarded. However, later, as much as I hate to, I do have to go to work. A very important meeting requires my presence. But I assure you this: I will be back as soon as I am able." He then finished dressing.

She sighed deeply and curled up around a pillow, watching him. "I understand, M'lord."

When he finished, he walked over and kissed her softly, "I will return soon, my Toy." Then he left.

He didn't go into work. As he pulled out of the drive, he called his assistant and told her he wouldn't be in, and to reschedule his appointments. He drove to a nearby coffee shop and sat drinking coffee for a half an hour. The whole time he was there, he was worried he had made a serious mistake and that she would leave and just vanish. Finally, he drove home. He walked in, then upstairs silently. He stood in the doorway and looked at her, grinning. She was still curled up in the same position as when he left. Walking in, he smiled at her, "You're still here, Toy."

She looked up at him and smiled softly, "I said I would be."

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he stroked her hip, smiling, "Indeed you did. Good Toy. I am very pleased with you."

She scooted over next to him, laid her head on his thigh, and looked up at him.

He caressed her butt and then spanked it a little, grinning. Then he stood up, stripped down to his boxers, and lay down in bed beside her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closely to him and stroked up and down her back, nuzzling his face into her hair. "I decided that meeting wasn't all that important. I would much rather be here and spend time with my well-behaved Toy."

She snuggled up closely to him, purring happily. "Thank you, M'lord."

He kissed the top of her head, "You're most welcome, Toy."

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