Page 57 of Becoming His Pet

“Greg! It burns bad,” she said again.

“And it will for as long as it’s in your ass,” he assured her. “Now if you can’t be quiet, I’ll put in your bit.”

“My bit? No! Just take it out!”

He sighed. His pet still wasn’t giving over.

Going back to his drawers of toys, he found the wooden bit and made his way back to her.

Cupping her chin, he pulled her face up to meet his expression. “You have to be a good pet if you want the tail out. Now, open your mouth.”

She shook her head.

“If I make you, I’ll have to punish you more, do you want that?”

Her eyes flickered from his face to the bit in his hand. She wanted to give over, but some form of her pride still fought her.

“Be good for me, Nora. Take your punishment and when it’s all over you’ll feel good. I promise.” He brought the bit up to her lips.

Slowly she parted them, and he fit the wooden piece between her teeth and strapped it to her head.

“I’m going to unbind you now. You’ll drop down to your hands and knees and stay that way until your punishment is over. Understand?”

She nodded with fresh tears welling in her eyes. So much beauty before him; if he didn’t sink his cock into her soon he’d explode in his pants.

He unbuckled all the cuffs and watched her climb down from the wooden horse and sink down to the door.

“Now, about the crate.” He grabbed the strap at the back of her head and led her to the cage she’d broken.

Her cheeks were bright red, and a few tears fell from her eyes. Her body responded to the humiliation, but her submissive side responded to the punishment. She didn’t like this, not the part where she was being chastised.

“You were a bad pet to do this.” He pointed at the broken bolt. He bent down and pulled the blanket from inside the cage and draped it over the edge. “You’re going to take a hard fucking because of this.”

She nodded, probably thinking she was getting off easy.

He pulled on her bit until she was up and over the crate, her ass high in the air. Leaving her in place, he went back to his cabinet and came back with the reins.

“Now, let’s learn this lesson once and for all. Who holds the reins here? Me or you?” He showed her the leather straps he held in his hands.

She whined, but given the placement of the bit and the sorry state of her voice, it sounded very much like a pony cry.

“Tap your right foot once if you’re holding the reins, or twice if it’s me.” He placed his open hand on her back, holding her steady and looked at her bare feet.

Another low growl escaped her, but her foot rose, and she tapped the floor twice.

“Good girl.” He stroked her back. He wished he’d brought in some treats for her. But until he’d come in the room he hadn’t known the extent of her naughtiness.

He hooked the reins onto the bit and dropped them down her back. A tremble ran through her when he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans.

Pulling his cock out, he stroked himself, enjoying the view before him. She looked over her shoulder at him, those beautiful tears were still there, but behind them a deep-seated arousal. One that would be unfed this time.

He picked up the reins, wrapping the ends around his fists until they were the right length. He could pull her head back and turn her one way or the other with a flick of his wrist.

“If you’d been a good girl before, you’d get to come like this, but you were naughty and naughty girls don’t get orgasms. They take the fucking, they take the punishment plug, but they get nothing. Do you understand? One tap for yes, two for no.” He maneuvered his body so he could give her room.

One tap.

“Good.” He lined up his cock with her wet entrance. Pulling back on the reins until her head came back and she was staring up at the ceiling, he plowed into her.

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