Epilogue...the pet's pet.

Becca was true to her word in the end. She had you cast an illusion spell so no one could see your collar and she wore her cat girl stuff in public, allowing you to walk her with an ordinary leash. As far as anyone knew, you were a star student, and a very devoted, very stern Mistress to your pampered pet. In effect, you lived two lives...one, a well liked, respected master of the dark arts, and the other as a shameless subby slut ****. You hate to admit it, but you spent every minute of the former longing for the latter.

You learned a lot more in your dorm room than you did in class anyway. All the spells were just toys to pleasure Becca better. All the friendships you made were just scouting for more playmates for your pussycat princess. You built quite the harem of horny harlots for her. She even let then use you like a little fuck doll while watching you cry when you couldn't cum after hours of thrilling ****. It was agony, but worth it when Becca would kiss the tears off your face. Luckily, she also enjoys watching you lose your mind after she makes you cum countless times in front of some cutie, so you always get your relief...eventually. You don't even have to worry about your reputation suffering, because Becca always orders you to wipe the memory of any girl she hooks up with, so your facade remains intact.

You graduated with honors, but that too felt like an illusion. It meant nothing to you. The only honor you cared about was Becca patting your head or praising your pussy eating. That night, you earned your true graduation. Becca took off your collar and offered you a choice. Either go free and find out what you can do as an all powerful vvitch on your own, or offer her your heart and be her **** for life...and beyond. It was strange feeling the collar come off. You felt so naked...so exposed...so ****. After years in her thrall, you couldn't imagine a life without her. You offered her your heart without a second thought.

Becca toyed with it, of course, playing with her food as she always did. Your heart was a lot sparklier than you imagined it would be, and she marveled at how pretty it was, pawing at it and holding it at different angles before taking the first tiny bite. You felt it so keenly...a piece of your heart forever hers...forever loving and adoring and obeying, collar or no. The second felt even better, and must have tasted so, because Becca stopped playing and started scarfing it down.

As usual, she wasn't careful with your heart, digging her claws in deep so she could chew it faster. It hurt, but you were used to her hurting your heart by this point. All that really mattered was she wanted it. Her desire for your heart...your body...your soul was the truest love you had ever felt. You know it isn't healthy, but you love her not in spite of her selfish, greedy possessiveness, but because of it, and when she licked the last of your heart off her lips, you knew you always would.

Things have been even better since then. You've moved up in the ranks of Hell to head a coven of powerful vvitches, with the perks and privileges of your station affording you a palatial estate just outside of Pandemonium. Becca really pulls the strings of course, but that is for the best. She is a lot more cunning and cruel than you, and that's what it takes to get ahead in Hell. Maybe that's what it takes to get ahead everywhere. It's certainly gotten you both further than you ever expected to get on your own, and you have to admire a familiar rising to a shadow position of power that rivals royalty. Then again, you also literally HAVE to admire her whether you want to or not. Being heart bonded is so powerful she doesn't even need to put the cursed collar on you, though you are glad she still does for old times sake.

Becca still beds a bevy of beauties and still delights in rubbing your face in it, usually literally. That just proves she loves you the most, because she always tires of them eventually and has you mind wipe them or sacrifice them to some dark deity for greater power. You are the only one she keeps for life. Yours is the only heart she's claimed, and she has had more than her fair share of offers, both willing and otherwise.

You continue to surprise her with the depths you can sink to make her happy, and she continues to delight you with the way she can always push you even further in the filth...always face first and always fetchingly flushed. You keep thinking you'll lose the ability to blush with all the unspeakably sordid sex acts she's subjected you to, but 'luckily' it seems to be ingrained in you bone deep. You will always glow for your Owner, and she will always love you for it. Maybe that's the reason you are the only heart she's claimed as her own. Maybe you are just the only one powerful enough to be of use to her but dumb enough to devote your life to her. Maybe you just taste better. You certainly taste good on her tongue.

In the end, it doesn't matter. Your love may not have been well chosen, but it is all you have ever known, and all you ever will no. You are happy, even when you are miserable. You are almost unrivaled in power, excluding with regard to your familiar. You are loved, often poorly but always passionately. Life keeps getting better everyday, if only for Becca, but her happiness is all that matters, and Hell help anyone that stands in the way of that. Yes, you could say that you lucked into a real happy ending. In fact, Becca makes you say it at least a few times a week. It still feels true being **** from your lips, and it doesn't matter to you whether it's ventriloquism. Besides, most times your words are muffled by Becca's pussy or asshole or breasts or toes or tongue anyway.

You will always love Becca. In a way, you have always loved Becca. Now and forever and ever, as she so often makes you say,