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“So you waited for me, while Justice took Sally away somewhere and then, what, burned their van and just stopped communicating with you completely?”
“I just said that,” he replies bluntly. He’s distracted now, and I feel the loss of his intense attention. I don’t think he spared a single thought for Justice, let alone Sally since they left. I think he has been lying in wait for me. Thinking about me. I think his obsession has been so intense he hasn’t noticed how strange the entire situation has become.
“I need to contact Justice,” he says. “I would have expected communication. You…”
“I have to go to work,” I tell him. “If I’m late…”
“No,” he growls. “My little human pet does not work.”
“She does, though,” I reply.
“No. You are mine, and I will provide for you. You will stay here, with me. You will perform household tasks if you wish for entertainment, and you will be at my beck and call. You are no longer your own, Tessie. You are my pet. You will be kept.”
I suck my lower lip into my mouth as I try to come to terms with what he just said. There’s something very old fashioned about Order. Something almost as old as the decor in his abode. Wherever he came from, it’s not the same world I did.
“I will train you,” he continues. “I will have you obedient to my will, and you will be a happy little thing, doing as I…”
“You’re really not familiar with pets, are ya, bud,” I interrupt. “They rarely obey.”
“Mine will, or she will be punished.”
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” he intones. “I will spank you as necessary, Tessie. If you are a bad little pet, you will be disciplined.”
I don’t think he has any idea how much that threat turns me the fuck on, and I just got done orgasming all over him.
“Why are you smiling?” He asks the question sharply. “Do you imagine I am playing with you?”
“Oh, no, of course not.” Now I’m borderline giggling. It’s not the effect he was going for. I think he wanted me to be suitably subdued, perhaps even submissive. He picked the wrong pet woman for that.
“Tessie,” he growls my name in a deep timbre. “Do you need a demonstration? Is that it? Are you in need of a sore bottom?”
“Oh god!” I let out a little shriek of glee.
He grabs me, thinking I am being disrespectful, and puts me over his knee, sitting back down in one of his old fashioned chairs which might very well have been designed to give spankings because it has absolutely no arms whatsoever. When he sits down, I am left dangling over his muscular lap, my head nearly on the floor, my toes just touching the floor on the other side.
“Disrespectful, giggling little pets are ripe for spanking,” Order growls down at me. I do not think he is quite as angry as he is playing. I think this is a demonstration we are both enjoying.
He has an abundance of limbs with which to hold me in place. There is an arm wrapped around my lower back, a hand on the back of my neck, and another one scruffed in my hair. The other half of his complement of arms is engaged with two hands all the better to spank me with, and one on my inner thigh, spreading my legs.
I am completely controlled, unable to move when he starts to spank my bare ass, sharp swats sending pulses of hot pain into my cheeks.
“Bad little pet,” he lectures as I start to gasp and writhe, my movement limited between his hands and the hard lines of his muscular lap. This might be a demonstration, but he is making it feel very, very real.
“Do you see how sore I can make your impudent bottom? How helpless you are when over your master’s lap? A good human pet must submit to her master, Tessie, or she will find herself very hot and very sore.”
He’s lecturing me, and those words are having an effect on my nether regions. I am already very well fucked and dripping his seed, but now fresh arousal is starting to make me wet, a fact that does not escape the many eyes of my newly self-appointed master.
I hear him make a sound of pure desire, and then his fingertips drift ever so lightly over my pussy lips.
“I don’t want you to go.”
This time he sounds less like an asshole out of the 1950’s and more like someone who will miss me very much and worry about me while I am away. His tone conveys a lot when he drops his stern facade even a little. I think this big, mean, possessive spider monster might actually be sweet on the inside.
He has made me feel wanted, not just sexually, but for everything I am. He’s made me feel desired, when I didn’t think anybody would ever desire me again. He thinks he has to keep me all wrapped up in his web, but he really doesn’t.
“Obigor is my pet, but I don’t have to keep him leashed to me all the time. He stays with me because he wants to. What if you kept me, but not like, as an actual prisoner?”
