She is a very bad pet and must be shown who her master is.

As you lift your weight from her body, the gnome strikes, bucking her body to try and throw you off of her completely. She manages to push you from her body, making you stumble slightly as she rolls to her feet. She yells in anger and looks around the room for something to use and spots your club on a table nearby. She dashes for it, the little gnome quick on her feet. Her small hand closes on the leather grip of the black-wood club...and then she pulls her hand back with a hiss as the weapon seems to spark at her touch.

"What the fu-uuUAAAAAAAAGGGH!!", she curses, the curse turning into an agonized cry as you reach a hand towards her and exert your will as your master had told you to and the choker glows with a burning red light in response. The magic in the choker sends shocks of pain through the gnomes diminutive body, like electricity surging through her and burning her every nerve ending. She shudders and convulses before you finally release her from your mental hold, causing her to fall down to the ground hard, panting and shivering.

"Gnome want be bad pet.", you say as you move towards her shivering form on the floor and flip her over onto her stomach, "I must show gnome who master is."

"Wh-what..are you...doing...?", she murmurs out weakly even as you reach down to her leather trousers and, with your strong hands and sharp nails, tear the garment asunder. You rip the leather hide of the trousers to shreds and pull them from her body, revealing her plump, round rear and supple thighs and legs. The gnome gasps and shudders at your actions as she feels herself stripped from the waist down.

"N-no! No, please! I-I'll be good! I'll be good! I swear!", she stammers as she realizes your intentions and starts to try and feebly crawl away from you, but you grasp her by the hair firmly and push her down to the ground with her ass pointed up in the air. You reach down and plunge your hand between her thighs, your long fingers finding her tender pussy and driving into her cunt in a single thrust.

"No. Gnome had chance be good pet. Now I show gnome who own her.", you tell her as you reach down with your free hand and unfasten your breeches, letting your still erect cock spring free from the confines of your leathers. The gnome looks up at you from her position, catching sight of your foot-long dick in her peripheral vision and gasping in fear.

"No! No! Please! You'll tear me in half with that thing! Please, no! NO!", she cries out, pleading for mercy...but you have no mercy for the bad pet. A good master must be firm with those who defy them. She must be shown that you own her and can use her as you wish. She belongs to you. This she must learn.