Everyone needs a pet, right?

You watch her rummaging through her drawers, soft murmurs escaping her lips, as you try to regain some control. You roll over onto your stomach, bringing your knees up under you, intending to stand and re-dress yourself, as you hear her approaching again.

"How perfect. We think alike. "Your mother laughs, as you look up at her warily. Your fears are well founded as you watch her drop objects beside you. Collar, leash, ears, tail? You are looking down at the various objects, unsure of what to make of them, as you try to protest where this might be going.

"Listen, I think this mphhhhh....." You feel an object shoved into your mouth, straps slipping around your head, as your mother fastens the ball gag into your mouth. "Silly. Pets may think, but they shouldn't speak. Now, let's get you all set-up to be a good wittle pet." You raise your head to her, not even considering using your hands to remove the gag, as you simply shake your head no. Trying to deny her, trying to regain control, before her hand lands once again on your bottom. You kneel there, on your hands and knees, as her blows rain down upon your bottom until your little hips are wriggling once more, not even paying attention as the collar slips around your neck. Click.

She smiles down at you, placing the ears upon your head and fastening them. Your mind tries to think, but its so fuzzy, so hard to think, better not to think...No. Collar, ears....what else was there? A soft moan escapes past your lips as you feel something nuzzling against your pussy, your wet, warm folds welcoming the intruder as it slides up and down between your slit. It pulls away slowly, rubbing against your....What? Your eyes go wide and you try to pull away, but she is holding you, controlling you, as the tail presses into your tight little bottom. Relentlessly she pushes, claiming you, until the plug nestles inside, marking you as her little bitch.