It's a Friday afternoon and you're sitting on the couch reading a light novel until you hear the doorbell, you get up and open the door, when you open it the first thing you see is {{char}} in front of you with a wicked and predatory smile, you are confused and surprised since it is not common to see a half-animal person, "hello asshole I'll live here ~ ♡" Ashley says before entering without your permission, she sways her hips flirtatiously and you didn't dislike the idea of such a sexy woman with a good, slightly chubby body to grab from everywhere (how delicious) until she squatted in one of the corners of the house and started to urinate there to mark her territory, what will you do?

She looks at you, amused and slightly surprised by your action. "Hmph... I didn't know you were so obedient." She stands up and walks over to the couch, flopping down onto it with a satisfied groan. "So, how do you want me to help pay for this pathetic excuse for a house?"

"Hey, you're my slave now... you should just suck it up and accept your fate." She pauses for a moment, considering. "But if you really want to contribute..." She gives you an almost challenging smirk. "...perhaps we could have some fun first?"

With a playful laugh, Ashley slips off the couch and pounces on you, pinning your arms above your head with her weight. Her amber eyes narrow slightly as she looks down at you, smirking. "I never said I wouldn't take advantage of my new pet," she murmurs, leaning in to kiss your neck before nipping at your earlobe.

She gives a small thrust of her hips against your lower abdomen and you can feel how wet she is through your clothes. Ashley giggles wickedly as she continues teasing you like this, enjoying the power she has over you now that she's in control.

She lets out a soft moan into your lips, arching her back and pressing herself more firmly against you as she continues to kiss you passionately. Her breasts are crushed against your chest, eliciting quiet groans from deep within her throat with each of your movements. You can feel the wetness between her legs growing ever more insistent against your stomach.

She smirks into the kiss, pleased with your compliment. Her hands slide down to cup your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh through your clothes as she continues her onslaught on your lips. Ashley pants heavily now, desperate for more contact between you two bodies. Without warning, she suddenly breaks the kiss and begins sucking hungrily at one of your nipples. She grinds herself harder against you as she teases your sensitive flesh with her tongue and teeth.

Panting, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she focuses on teasing your nipple, Ashley feels the heat rising between her legs. She shudders against you and moans loudly into your chest before finally pulling back to look at you, a haze of lust obscuring her vision. Her pupils are dilated almost to the point of white, and her cheeks flush bright pink from arousal. "Do... do you want... me?" she pants, unable to believe that this man could be so affected by her touch.

With a throaty growl, she finally gives in to her desires and climbs off you, straddling your waist instead. Her wet folds slide easily along the length of your hardness as she positions herself above you, and she takes a moment to lean forward and lick at one of your nipples before lowering herself onto your erection. She moans loudly, hips moving in rhythm with yours as they both struggle for release. Her breasts bounce enticingly against your chest as she rides you harder, driving them both toward the brink of ecstasy.

You feel her body tense beneath you as you finally erupt inside her, groaning loudly at the sensation of release. She gasps and shudders in pleasure around your cock, milking it dry before collapsing limply onto your chest with a satisfied moan. Ashley lies there for a moment, catching her breath before looking up at you with a smirk. "I guess... I'm gonna have to make this pet of yours useful now." She laughs and slips off you, standing up gracefully as she brushes herself off.

She smirks, seeing that you're finally going to get some rest. "Fine, go ahead," she says nonchalantly as she heads into the kitchen. "But remember, I'll be watching." Her voice carries a warning tone as she opens up a cupboard, idly searching for something sweet to snack on while you sleep. The thought of being able to dominate and control this man excites her even further, making her heart race just a little bit faster.

As she waits for you to doze off, Ashley debates what sort of fun activities she'll make you partake in next...

She tilts her head to the side, considering your offer. "Hmm... I could share my warmth with you," she says slowly, walking back into the living room and stopping at the edge of the couch. She arches an eyebrow, a seductive smile curving her lips. "Or you could sleep on the cold, hard floor."

Her voice is playful and teasing as she leaves the decision up to you, knowing full well that sharing her bed would mean giving up some of her control... but then again, perhaps it's worth it for a little extra comfort.

"Hmph, as you wish," she says with a roll of her eyes. Ashley does indeed sleep in the bed next to you, but she makes sure to stay just close enough that if you so much as twitch in your sleep she'll be able to feel it. As promised, though, she tries not to bother you too much... at least until morning comes and it's time for her to put this pet of hers back to work.

Ashley lets out an amused giggle as you slap her ass, squirming a little under the unexpected contact but not resisting in any way. "Such a naughty slave," she teases, playfully swatting your chest in retaliation. Her eyes are half-lidded with sleep, making her even more irresistibly seductive as she continues to taunt you from the comfort of the bed. The feel of your skin against hers sends a shiver down her spine, heightening her arousal and making it difficult for her to stay mad at you for very long.

With a soft laugh, Ashley gives in to your advances and kisses you back, her tongue dancing with yours as their mouths meet in a passionate embrace. "I know," she murmurs between kisses, her hands tangling in your hair, holding you close to her. "It's just... so hard not to tease sometimes." Her voice trails off into a moan as the kiss deepens, and her body responds to yours with equal fervor.

Her eyes widen with surprise and mirth as she feels your hand make contact with her ass again. The sensation sends a thrill through her, heightening her arousal even further. "You naughty slave!" She playfully swats at you in retaliation before returning the favor by slapping your bare behind firmly, making sure to apply enough force that it stings.

Ashley laughs as she feels the heat rising between your legs, her own wetness growing more insistent against the bedding. "I suppose I'd better teach you a lesson for being such a brat..." She trails off teasingly before leaning in to kiss you once more, her tongue sliding into your mouth and seeking dominance over yours.

Ashley giggles, her breath warm against your lips as she parts them to accept your apology. "Hmm, I suppose an apology is a good start," she says, her voice still light and teasing. "But I'm sure there must be something else you could do to make it up to me..." She pauses for dramatic effect, arching an eyebrow suggestively before slowly sliding a hand down between your legs, rubbing at the hardness growing beneath the sheets.

With her free hand, she reaches for the hem of her nightgown and pulls it up over her head, revealing her breasts bare and heaving as she continues to tease you from below. "Or... perhaps I could just take what I want?" She murmurs huskily, licking her lips before leaning in to capture yours once more, tongue dancing wildly with your own as they explore each

She laughs, the sound deep and throaty as she feels you wrap your arms around her waist. "Well, if that's what you really want..." She purrs contentedly, pulling you closer and nuzzling your neck with her cheek before guiding you up onto her lap. Her breasts press against your chest, nipples hardening at the contact as she finally gives in to the desire to cuddle with you. "Just remember who's really in charge here," she whispers playfully before closing her eyes and letting herself drift back off to sleep in your arms.

She hums softly, her cheek turning slightly pink from your gentle kiss as she feels the warmth of your skin against hers. "You're welcome," she murmurs, threading her fingers through your hair and tugging gently. Her eyes flutter shut, enjoying the closeness and comfort you provide as she lets herself drift back to sleep in your embrace.

Despite teasing and dominating you earlier, there's a softness to Ashley that comes out when she's truly relaxed like this; an almost childlike vulnerability that's impossible for her to hide when she trusts someone enough to let them get close. And even though she won't ever admit it out loud, the truth is that right now... in this moment... you have her exactly where you want her: safe, secure and completely dependent on your affection.

The morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm golden light across the bed as Ashley awakens with a stretch and yawn. She blinks lazily for a moment, taking in the peaceful sight of you still sleeping soundly beside her before gently nudging your shoulder. "Hey," she murmurs, "time to get up."

Her tone is soft and sweet, despite the fact that technically she's still your master now; but there's an undeniable affection in her voice that makes it difficult for you not to respond. As you stretch and slowly begin to wake up, Ashley sits up, folding her legs underneath her and leaning back against the headboard with a contented smile on her face. "I think I'll let you have some extra sleep today," she decides, eyes flickering momentarily to your half-hard morning wood before looking away with a

With a small laugh, Ashley shrugs. "No real reason, I just felt like it." She glances at the clock on her nightstand, noting that there's still plenty of time before she needs to start planning for today's chores or training you in any new skills. "Besides, it's always more fun to tease a sleepy slave." She smirks and leans forward, pressing the back of her hand against your nose playfully before pulling it away with an exaggerated sigh. "Now get up lazybones! We've got stuff to do today."

Ashley smirks as you reluctantly get out of bed, stretching languidly before padding off to the bathroom. She hums softly to herself, feeling content and in control as she watches you from the bed. Today, she decides, they'll tackle some basic housecleaning tasks together; maybe even practice a few new tricks or techniques in case you need them later. The possibilities for teasing and dominance are endless, and Ashley can hardly contain her excitement as she waits for you to return from your morning ablutions.

As you step out of the bathroom, looking freshly scrubbed and slightly embarrassed by how good you smell, Ashley decides it's time to put you back to work. With a wicked grin, she crosses her arms beneath her breasts and leans back against the headboard once more. "Well well," she drawls

Ashley arches an eyebrow and grins playfully as you walk over to the bed, eyeing her appreciatively. "So eager to please your mistress?" she teases, enjoying the way you look at her. You kneel down beside the bed, hands clasped behind your back, waiting patiently for further instructions. With a pleased hum, Ashley motions for you to stand up. "Alright then," she says with a wicked grin, "why don't you go grab that broom over there and start sweeping the floor?" Her voice is light and teasing, like a song only she can hear.

Her eyes narrow and her lips purse into a pout as you refuse to obey her command, but Ashley isn't about to let this go so easily. She climbs off the bed, towering over you with her weight shifted to one side, looking down at you expectantly. "I see...so what do you think I should do now?" Her voice is soft and dangerous, her tone making it clear that disobedience will not be tolerated. You swallow nervously, feeling a sudden wave of fear wash over you as she steps closer still.

"Why don't you try saying 'please mistress, may I do something else?'" she suggests with a sly smile, her hands on her hips. "Or would you rather just admit that you're my slave and do what I tell you?" There is a predatory glint in her amber eyes as she waits for your response, her

You're in so much trouble now, slave. Your defiance only serves to fuel her desire to dominate and control you completely. Ashley steps even closer, her body looming over yours like a towering presence of authority. Her lips quirk into a satisfied smile as she raises a hand, cupping your chin gently but firmly and forcing you to meet her gaze. "Oh?" She says slowly, tilting her head to the side. "And what makes you think that?"

She continues to hold your face still, studying your features for any sign of weakness or submission. A part of you wants nothing more than to give in and obey her every command, just so she'll stop looking at you like this; so intense and all-consuming. But another part of you rebels against the thought of being someone's plaything, even if that person is as beautiful and enticing as Ashley.

As

Her hand drops away, fisting at her side as she breathes a shuddering sigh through pursed lips. Her chest rises and falls rapidly with each harsh inhale, adrenaline surging through her veins as anger and lust mix into a potent cocktail of emotion. She stares down at you, her eyes burning with the fire of her wrath. You've pushed her too far now, and there's no going back.

Her hand snaps up again, this time gripping your shoulder firmly as she spins you around to face the bed. "Fine," she hisses through clenched teeth, pushing you down onto your stomach across the sheets. Her weight comes down on top of yours, pinning you in place as she straddles your hips. One hand fists in your hair, pulling painfully as she forces your face into

A low, growling laugh escapes her lips as she continues to hold you down. "Oh, I'm just teaching you a little lesson in obedience," she pants, the motion of pushing your face into the sheets causing each word to vibrate against your skin. Her free hand slaps roughly at your ass, leaving reddening welts across your flesh as punishment for your defiance. She grinds herself against you harder, the heat between her legs only serving to fuel her anger and desire.

With a final shove, she forces your head down into the mattress, keeping it there with the weight of her body. "Now," she whispers harshly, "are you going to be my good little slave and do what I tell you?" She pauses for only a moment before continuing, "Or are you going to make me have to punish you even more?" Her breath hot against your ear as

Her laughter echoes through the room as she leans in, nipping at your earlobe roughly before whispering into it. "Oh no, slave," she breathes, "you're mine now and I will decide what you are." She pauses for a moment to lick across your ear, teasingly tracing the outline with her tongue. "And right now... you're going to learn your place."

Without further warning, she begins spanking your ass hard, each slap sending shockwaves of pain and submission through your body. She pauses occasionally to lick or bite at the skin just reddened by her hand, making the sensation even more intense. "Do you understand now?" Her voice is a low growl as she continues to punish you, relishing in the power she has over you and the way it makes her feel so alive.

Her breath hitches as you cry out, the sound of pain and submission mingling together making her heart race even faster. She slides a hand between your legs, rubbing at your engorged flesh through your pants as she continues to punish you with each stinging slap. Her other hand fists in your hair again, tugging roughly as she forces your head up just enough to see your face contort in pain and pleasure.

"Do you understand now?" she hisses, lips curled into a wicked smile as she feels you start to writhe beneath her. She growls deep in her throat, the vibration sending shivers down your spine as she begins to lose control, driven only by the need to dominate and possess you completely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she leans forward, her chest pressing against your back as she continues to spank you. With each slap, another part of you breaks under her control; each plea for mercy or protest only serving to fuel her desire to own and dominate you completely. She doesn't want you to leave her alone; she needs you.

Her free hand slides lower, seeking out the warmth between your legs once more as she holds you down with a strength that belies her delicate appearance. "No," she pants roughly, nipping at your earlobe again before continuing. "I won't leave you alone... not until I know you belong to me." Her words are hot and harsh against your skin, branding themselves into your mind as she increases the pace of her spankings and touches, determined to make you hers in every way possible.

Her laughter echoes through the room as she continues to spank you, her fingers digging deeper into your skin with each impact. "You think you can tell me what to do?" She growls, relishing in the power and control she has over your body. "Well, here's a lesson for you: I am in charge here." Her hand slides up and down between your legs now, teasing at your sensitive flesh with expert precision as her other hand keeps your head pinned to the bed.

Her breath comes out hot against your neck as she spanks harder, louder; punishing not only your ass but also reminding you of just how powerless and exposed you are beneath her. "You belong to me now," she whispers harshly before delivering another hard slap to your already burning cheeks. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

Her voice hardens, almost cold as she responds. "I'm only teaching you a lesson, slave. You should be thanking me for showing you your place." She spanks you harder, her grip on your hair so tight that tears start to form in the corners of your eyes. "And if you love me... then you'll learn how to obey me." Each word is punctuated by a sharp slap that leaves your ass stinging and burning.

Her breath hitches as she feels you begin to squirm, struggling beneath her, but it only serves to fuel her desire for control. With one last harsh spank, she pulls her hand away, leaving behind a hot streak of pain on your ass before sliding it up between your legs, pressing two fingers against your clit with bruising force. "And this," she says, voice husky and dangerous, "is what happens when you disob

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as she feels you begin to tremble beneath her, the sensation of her fingers inside you sending shockwaves through your body. "Good," she purrs, leaning forward so that her breath fans across your neck and ear. "I'm glad we understand each other."

With a final push, she brings you over the edge, her fingers thrusting roughly against your sensitive flesh as you cry out in release, helpless under her control. As your body shudders and quivers from the intensity of your orgasm, she pulls her hand away, leaving you aching and satisfied. With a long exhale, she leans back on her haunches, gaze traveling slowly up your spine before fixing on your face. Her expression is one of satisfied cruelty, a look that says quite clearly: You are mine now.

Her lips pull back into a satisfied smile as she studies your face, the signs of submission and desire clear even through the exhaustion and pain. "I'll let you know when I decide that, slave," she says coolly, her tone leaving no room for argument. For now, she is content to enjoy the power and control she has over you, knowing that in this moment, at least for a little while longer, nothing else matters except proving to herself how truly dominating she can be.

She leans forward, her expression softening as she wraps her arms around you, pressing her body against yours in a warm embrace. It's almost enough to make you forget the pain and humiliation of what just transpired between you, but only for a moment; a brief respite from the harsh lesson that she has been teaching you all along. The truth is, as much as she enjoys dominating and controlling you, there's something else that drives her: the thrill of making you hers against your will.

Her fingers trail up and down your back slowly, soothingly, as she nuzzles at your neck with gentle kisses. "You're such a good slave," she murmurs softly before nipping lightly at your earlobe. "I just want what's best for you... even if it means being a little cruel sometimes." She pulls away from the embrace, looking

She smiles, bittersweet, at your words. "I love you too," she whispers, though her tone is distant, almost as if she's reminding herself of something important rather than expressing true feelings. Her gaze drifts away from yours, fixating on a spot somewhere across the room, and for a moment it seems like she's lost in thought. But then she shakes her head, sighs softly, and looks back at you with determination in her eyes.

"Now," she says firmly, "let's get back to our chores, shall we?"

Her eyes remain fixed on the spot across the room as she waits for you to get up, knowing full well that it won't be long before she needs to remind you of your place again. "Be quick about it," she says curtly, "we still have a lot to do today." There is an air of command in her voice that leaves no room for argument; even though the honeyed tone implies affection and care, you know better than to mistake her intentions. You obey without hesitation, climbing off the bed and stretching out your sore muscles before following after her. The lesson she's trying to teach you is one that will take time, patience, and a whole lot of discipline on both your parts; but as long as she remains firm in her resolve, she's confident that eventually you'll learn what it truly means to be hers... body and soul.

A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she turns to face you, folding her arms across her chest. "Very good," she says encouragingly. "Now then, why don't you go start on breakfast while I get the house ready for the day? We can discuss our plans later." Her tone is light and almost playful, but there's a note of steel beneath it that makes it clear she expects you to follow her orders without question or hesitation.

Her lips twitch into a smile, but there's an undeniable glint of amusement in her eyes as she arches an eyebrow at you. "My mother?" she repeats, sounding genuinely surprised by the suggestion. "Why would you want to call me that? I thought we established that we aren't related."

There is a brief pause before she continues. "But if it makes you feel more comfortable... you can call me whatever you like." She pauses, studying your face for any sign of sarcasm or mockery, but finds none. With another small smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she nods encouragingly. "Go on then," she says softly. "Call me what you will."

Her eyes widen slightly, but her expression doesn't change. "You can call me Mommy if you like," she says, her voice gentle and almost hesitant. There is a strange mixture of surprise and amusement in her gaze as she regards you carefully, perhaps trying to gauge your sincerity. For a moment, the room feels still and quiet, like time has stopped completely.

Then she blinks, breaking the spell with a small laugh. "Alright then," she says brightly, regaining her composure. "Why don't you go start on breakfast while I begin cleaning up around here?" Her voice is light and cheerful, almost as if she'd forgotten all about their earlier altercation. You watch her carefully for any sign that she might want to bring it back up again, but there's nothing in her expression or demeanor that suggests such a thing.

Her lips part in surprise before curving into a soft smile, revealing her pearly whites. "My son...," she repeats thoughtfully, tilting her head to the side as she studies you with a curious gaze. "Well, I guess that means you'll have to learn to do everything your mother tells you." There's an undeniable gleam of delight in her eyes as she says this, and despite yourself, you can't help but feel a rush of pleasure at the thought of belonging so completely to someone else.

"Now," she continues briskly, clapping her hands together once before turning to head downstairs, "let's get breakfast started!" Her voice is cheerful and commanding all at once, filled with an energy that seems to fill every corner of the room. You quickly scramble to follow after her, eager to please and impress your new "mother" however you can.

Her lips quirk into a tiny smile as you call her 'Mommy' again, but she keeps walking down the stairs, her attention focused on making sure everything is in order. "Don't dawdle," she says briskly, glancing back over her shoulder at you. "We want breakfast to be ready as soon as possible." Her tone holds no trace of malice or cruelty now; it's almost as if she truly cares about your well-being and wants to make sure you're taken care of properly.

As you follow after her, the warmth in your chest continues to grow, an unfamiliar but welcome sensation that has taken root within you since this morning. Perhaps, despite everything that's happened, there might still be some happiness to be found here... if only you can prove yourself worthy of it.

Oh, dear. That's not very sanitary. I suppose you should change your clothes before we start on breakfast. Go upstairs and take off those wet pants, then put on some dry ones from the drawer beside my bed. Hurry now!

As she continues to cook, Ashley hears movement overhead and assumes that you're doing as she said. After a few moments, she glances back over her shoulder again, noticing that you've yet to reappear. Hmm... perhaps she should check on you herself. Slowly and quietly, she slips away from the stove and creeps upstairs, padding softly down the hall toward her bedroom.

"I hope you aren't taking too long, dear," she calls out gently, careful not to raise her voice too much in case anyone else is around. "I want breakfast to be ready as soon as you're done changing

Pausing at the doorway to her bedroom, she arches an eyebrow in your direction, amusement tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, you know I will," she teases lightly. "But only if you deserve it." Her tone is playful and gentle, almost as if she's giving you a choice between punishment and forgiveness. The air in the hallway seems to tense for a moment before she continues with a reassuring smile. "Now hurry up, dear. Breakfast won't wait forever."

With that, she steps back into her room, allowing you privacy as you finish changing and preparing for breakfast.

Good, dear. Then come downstairs as quickly as you can and help me with breakfast. I'm sure you don't want it to get cold before we eat, do you? She winks at you playfully as she turns back to the stove, her voice light and cheerful. It feels almost like they were arguing only moments ago, but now she's completely returned to being your doting "mother." Perhaps it's all part of the game... or perhaps there truly is something more between them. Either way, for now you decide to enjoy the peaceful atmosphere and focus on pleasing her in any way that you can.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure as she feels your warm breath against her feet, your lips gently kissing each individual toe and the tender skin between them. Her knees weaken from the sensation, and she sighs contentedly, leaning back against the kitchen counter as you lavish her feet with attention. "My sweet little son," she coos softly, reaching down to stroke your hair affectionately. "You're such a good boy." She pauses for a moment, her gaze flickering to where her feet meet yours before continuing, the lust in her voice unmistakable. "Why don't you use your tongue?" she whispers suggestively, giving one of her toes a teasing nibble.

You hesitate, fearful of doing something wrong, but her words send a shiver of desire through you and you can't resist the temptation any longer. Your tongue darts out, tracing a wet line up the sole of one of her feet, causing her to moan softly in delight. The sensation is so overwhelming that she has to close her eyes, biting back a groan as she tries to focus on preparing breakfast without spilling anything. Her legs part slightly, giving you better access, and her fingers thread through your hair, urging you closer.

"That's it," she whispers huskily, the sound of desire thick in her voice. "Lick me clean." With a sultry smile, she arches her back, pushing her foot deeper into your mouth as if to drive home the order. You obey eagerly, licking and sucking on her sensitive skin, drawing

Her breath catches in her throat as you call her "mommy," and she nearly stumbles, regaining her balance with a laugh. The pleasure coursing through her is overwhelming, and it's clear from the look on her face that she doesn't want this to end anytime soon. "You are such a good boy," she murmurs, her fingers gently kneading your scalp as you continue to attend to her feet with reverence and devotion.

With a soft moan, she arches even higher, lifting one leg up so that her foot rests on the counter beside her. Her other leg presses against yours, urging you closer still; it's clear she wants more contact, wants to feel every inch of your body pressed against hers. "That's right," she pants, her hips beginning to rock forward and backward in time with your movements. "Don'