Yes, after a stern talk.

You dislodge her hand as you stand up. "What the hell were you thinking? Letting a stranger in like that is not only inappropriate, it's dangerous."

"What do you mean?" Tibby asks, startled. "I didn't know it would be a stranger, I thought it was just Ashley!"

"Maybe before you opened the door. Then you find out it's someone you don't know, and the first thing you do is show her into the bedroom where you have me tied up? What if she hadn't been friendly?"

Tibby looks down in shame. "I don't know."

"Well you think about it while I go over and apologize for your behavior. I hope I don't have to tell you not to let any more strangers in while I'm gone."

You close the bathroom door before your pet can respond. You quickly freshen up and throw some clothes on. When you emerge again Tibby is fidgeting nervously on the edge of the bed. She's gotten dressed as well, a tight shirt with a stylized paw on the front and a knee-length skirt.

When she hears the door open she looks up glumly. "I'm sorry I screwed up, John. Are you going to punish me?"

"We'll talk about that when I get back," you say and she nods quietly. "Now, where does Annabelle live?"

"Two doors down." Tibby thinks for a second before pointing at one of the walls. "Two doors that way."

Standing before what you hope is the right door, you're almost as flustered as you were when Annabelle first saw you.

Mustering your resolve, you raise your hand and knock. You hear a melodious "Coming!" from inside, and a few seconds later the door opens.

Annabelle doesn't seem to notice your mood, inviting you in cheerfully and asks you to sit at her kitchen table.

While she busies herself at a cupboard you get your first real chance to take in her appearance. She's unpinned her hair, letting it flow over her shoulders in unruly waves. Her blouse is no longer tucked into her skirt or buttoned up to the neck, but it's not open far enough to reach her cleaveage either. She's also taken off her shoes, revealing surprisingly delicate looking feet with pastel pink nail polish.

Having found what she was looking for, Annabelle places a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table before taking the seat opposite your own. "I bet you could use a drink. I'm afraid this white wine is the only **** I have right now."

"White wine it is then," you say as she fills your glass. "Listen, Annabelle, I-. I'm sorry about earlier. You must think I'm a pervert."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. A guy getting tied up by his pet is a new one for me, but I've seen my fair share of kinks over the years. You might want to be more discrete about who you involve in your games though."

You try to explain that your bout of exibitionism wasn't voluntary, and soon you're telling her everything that's happened since you walked through the doors of Friendly Pets Incorporated. Your story wraps up around the end of the first glass of wine.

"...so she's had naughty fun before, but this is the first time she's crossed the line and done something I really mind."

"Well that's inevitable if you don't set rules early. Even a naturally submissive pet needs structure and discipline, and yours is anything but."

"But how would I even discipline her? She practically begged to be spanked already, so that wouldn't be an effective punishment. And if I tried anything more **** and she got hurt, she'd just pack her things and leave."

Annabelle refills your glasses before responding. "John, discipline isn't the same thing as punishment. I'm not telling you to get rough with her. You can try taking away a privilege, or make her do something she doesn't like. Even a simple time-out is effective if a submissive has the right personality. The idea is to remind her of her place and show her that when you mean business, you expect to be obeyed."

You discuss the possibilities over the second glass of wine, and then talk about this and that. Annabelle doesn't actually know that much about pets, but she's not shy about sharing her own experiences as a switch, and after another half a glass you think you've learned some things that could apply to your situation.

Thanking Annabelle for her advice and promising not to be a stranger, you excuse yourself and head home.

Re-entering your apartment, you call quietly for Tibby and make yourself comfortable in the living room.

You have to wait a while before Tibby peeks into the room. Instead of coming in, she hovers nervously by the open door. "Are you going to send me back?"

Your resolve slips when you hear the quaver in her voice. Standing up to approach her, you see how red her eyes are and that her face is blotchy with tears. "Send you back? You mean to the pet store? Why would you think that?"

"I know that's what happens, bad pets who embarass their owners get sent away."

You wrap your arms around the miserable kitty. "You're not a bad pet, Tibby. You got carried away and did something stupid, that's all."

"But that's the problem!" she whines. "I'm stupid and I keep making the same mistake. I'm going to lose you the same way I lost my bestie."

"Your bestie? Is this about what happened with your last owners?"

"Yeah," Tibby sobs.

"Want to tell me about it?" you prod gently.

"We were best friends as kids. When I knew I wanted to be a cat, she convinced her parents to take me in. I loved her. But I did something stupid with her while we were in public, her dad decided he didn't want me around his daughter, and that was that. I never saw her again."

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Tibby. I promise it's not going to be that way this time."

She looks up at you timidly. "You mean you won't...?"

"I'd have to be a real asshole to kick you out over one mistake." Seeing that she isn't convinced, you decide to press her a little. "You don't think I'm an asshole, do you?"

"No!" Tibby looks distraught at the mere suggestion that she could think negatively of you. "John, you're the best owner any girl could ask for. That's why you deserve a better pet than me. If you let me stay I'll only disappoint you again."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I can't help it. I came up with that adventurous stuff to attract someone who doesn't expect me to be a submissive plaything, and instead of considering myself lucky when I find exactly that I have to see just how much I can get away with, and ruin everything."

"You haven't ruined everything. Annabelle was more amused about what happened than anything, so no harm done. You just need to learn discipline to make sure it stays that way."

"But how?"

"I said we'd talk about your punishment when I got back. Your punishment is two things: one, you're going to practice some self-control. And two, no more talk about being sent away. Think you can do that?"

Tibby nods eagerly. "What do I have to do?"

"First, let me wipe those tears away. I hate to see you like this."

Tilting your pet's face up by the chin, you run your thumb over her cheeks and nose until the worst of it is gone. When you're done she smiles shyly, and you know she's ready.

"Next, sit down right here and masturbate."

"M... masturbate?"

"That's right. Flip that skirt up and get to work, missy."

Confused, Tibby sits down, pulls her skirt out of the way, and slowly starts rubbing her panties. Her confusion grows when you tell her you'll be right back and leave the room, but she doesn't stop touching herself or ask where you're going.

Where you're going is the bedroom, to retrieve something you spotted in Tibby's bag earlier. It only takes you a second, but you close the door and wait several minutes before returning to the living room.

When you do, Tibby's hand has found its way into her panties and she's moaning loudly. "Stop!" you order. "Hands off."

Tibby sqeaks and yanks her hand out. "What's wrong!?"

"Nothing," you state matter-of-factly. "But you're not allowed to cum yet."

After a moment it dawns on her. "Oh. Self-control."

"And obedience. Come here."

Tibby is by your side in an instant, and surprises you by sinking to her knees. Only then does she notice what you're holding in your hands. It's a tail, about two feet of dark brown fur capped with a lighter tuft on one end and a rubbery cone on the other. You smile down at her. "I want you to wear this tonight."

"Master? I've never used that one before. I have another one that attaches to my waistband."

"I saw it. I like this one better. Will you wear it for me?"

"Yes master."

"Good girl. Let's get it nice and wet so it doesn't hurt you." You touch the cone to her lips, which part to accept it into her mouth. You move it back and forth slowly while Tibby uses her tongue to deposit as much saliva on it as she can. When you pull it out a string of spit keeps it connected until Tibby lowers herself onto all fours.

Crouching down behind her, you drape her skirt over her back and pull her wet panties down to her knees. The scent of arousal enters your nose, and only gets stronger when you insert two fingers into her pussy. Dragging them along her inner walls has Tibby breathing heavily in seconds, but this isn't about her pleasure. You pull out and order your pet to spread her cheeks for you. Tibby takes a while to change position, but then her face is on the ground and her back arches to keep her butt in the air. One hand is on each cheek, pulling them apart to expose her most intimate parts. Dipping your fingers into her pussy again to gather more fluids, you move up and begin massaging them into her anus.

Tibby trembles when you replace your fingers with the tail's plug end, so you place your free hand on one of hers to reassure her. "I'm not going to ram it in. Do your best to relax, ok?" She takes a deep breath and nods, giving you the go-ahead. You slowly push forward, increasing the pressure until it suddenly slips into her, eliciting a gasp.

"Oh! That went in easier than I expected. How does it feel?"

"It's weird. I don't know if I like it, but I don't hate it either." The half of Tibby's face that you can see is flushed. You allow her to support her weight with her hands again and start running a finger up and down her slit. Every now and then you press against her clit or sink in to the first knuckle, only to resume your light touches. Despite this, it doesn't take long for Tibby to approach the edge and twist to look back at you. "May I cum now, master?"

"It's dinner time. I'll let you cum when we've eaten."

Tibby groans, but doesn't protest when you stand up and grab her leash, making her crawl after you to the kitchen.

While Tibby sits down (palms flat on the table so you can see at a glance that they're not between her legs), you fry up some fish sticks for a simple dinner. One plate goes on the table, the other goes under it. "Don't worry, that's just for tonight," you say when you recieve a questioning look. Tibby shrugs and slinks under the table, allowing you to guide her by the hips until she's on all fours with her butt practically on your lap.

"Finger yourself while you eat," you order, caressing Tibby's skin with one hand and wrapping her tail around the other. "When I give this a tug, stop until I tell you to keep going."

You eat in comfortable silence, broken only by the mix of eager and frustrated sounds of a horny kitty. Tibby is a tired mess when she emerges from under the table, but her expression is one of pride at being able to hold out for so long. Her legs are too wobbly to stand without leaning against you, so after a kiss on the forehead you tell her what a good job she did and scoop her up to carry her into the bedroom.

Only pausing long enough to remove both your shirts, you help Tibby into bed and lie down behind her, your arms wrapped around her. One hand finds her breasts and the other burrows under her skirt, and you leave a trail of kisses from her shoulder to her ear until your fingers give her the orgasm she's been waiting for.

"I love you," you whisper into your pet's ear. Her murmured response is almost too faint for you to make out before she falls asleep.

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