Her Former Mansion

She cut him off. "I don't want any surprises from you," she snapped, her anger momentarily overcoming her fear. He smirked.

"Oh, but you will," he replied. "You're going to enjoy it, whether you want to or not."

Her eyes widened in fear as she realized the implications of his words. Was he going to **** her into something else? Her heart raced with a mix of terror and arousal. She tried to come up with a plan, but her mind was blank. All she could do was wait and see what he had in store for her.

As the car continued to drive on the highway, the landscape around them began to change. They were leaving the city behind and entering a more rural area. The tall buildings gave way to rolling hills and dense forests. She couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as they traveled along familiar roads.

After another hour of driving, the car started to slow down and exit the highway onto a smaller, winding road. She felt her dread growing. She knew exactly where they were headed. The trees grew thicker and taller on either side, blocking out most of the sunlight. The air felt cool and damp against her skin. She glanced over at the fake Senator, noticing his eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

The car navigated the winding road with ease, the trees becoming denser and the atmosphere growing increasingly tense. She couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as she took in her all too familiar surroundings. The car suddenly came to a stop, causing her to jolt forward slightly.

He turned off the engine and looked at her, a sly smile playing on his lips. "We're here," he said, gesturing out the window. She followed his gaze and saw a large, imposing mansion nestled amongst the trees. Her mansion! This was humiliating! Now her former mansion as petgirls could not own property as they were property. He led her on her leash, naked and intimidated, from her former car to her former mansion.

As she approached the mansion, she felt a mixture of emotions. She's had many happy memories here, but now it feels like a foreign place. The doors open as she approached, revealing a grand foyer. She recognized her former staff, but they seem different now. Taller and more intimidating.

As she entered she felt their eyes scrutinizing her every move, judging her for her as a petgirl, unaware of her true identity. The butler Gerold and Claire the maid. Muffy tries to hold her head high, but it's difficult when she's naked, clearly aroused and being led by her former body on a leash.

Her former staff part as she approaches, their gazes following her every move. She can feel their judgement and curiosity weighing down on her, making it hard to keep her head up. The grand foyer, once a place of warmth and comfort, now felt cold and distantly alien. Muffy blushed in shame.

As she was led deeper into the mansion, she felt the tension in the air thickening. Every step taking her further from her old life and closer to this new reality as a tiny, naked petgirl.

Her former rival, now her owner, led her through the grand halls of the mansion. She tried to keep her head held high, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

They passed through a series of stately rooms, each one more opulent than the last. The walls were adorned with priceless artwork and the floors were made of rare marble.

Each step felt like a violation of her former self, as if she were being paraded around as a trophy. The air was heavy with the scent of lavender and vanilla, and she could hear the soft sound of classical music playing in the distance. They continued down a long corridor, passing through a set of ornate double doors.

On the other side was a large, her luxurious master bedroom. Her former bedroom. She was not the master of this house now though. The walls were painted in shades of crimson and gold, and the four-poster bed dominated the center of the room. It was draped in silk sheets and pillows, and there was a warm fire crackling in the marble fireplace.

As she entered the room, she felt her heart racing. This was once her bedroom, but now, like everything else, it felt overly large, foreign and intimidating. Her former rival stood in front of the fireplace, his eyes fixed on her. He slowly unclipped the leash from her collar, letting it fall to the floor, undressing her. She wanted to run but was too much an obedient petgirl now.

"Take a seat on the bed, Muffy," he said, his voice low and commanding. She hesitated for a moment before slowly walking over to the bed. Her legs trembled as she climbed onto the huge soft mattress, feeling **** and exposed. He approached her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

Muffy swallowed hard as he climbed onto the bed, his body towering over hers. She felt the mattress dip as he sat down next to her, his thigh pressing against hers. He reached out and gently traced his fingers along her jawline, causing her to shiver. "You're so beautiful."

Muffy closed her eyes tightly, trying to block out his words and the feelings they evoked. She wanted to be strong, to resist, but her body betrayed her. It felt too good to be touched by him, even if it was in this degrading way.

As he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear, Muffy's heart raced even faster. "You belong to me now, Muffy," he whispered, his truthful words sending shivers down her spine. He gently pulled her onto his lap, his hard cock pressing against her soft, naked body.

Muffy's mind reeled as she felt his hands explore her body, tracing patterns on her skin that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but her body seemed to be betraying her.

As he continued to touch her, Muffy couldn't help but let out soft moans of pleasure. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt herself growing wet between her legs. She tried to push him away, but her body was too weak.

"Muffy, look at me," he said, his voice low and commanding. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling his intense gaze burning into her. "You belong to me now," he repeated, his words sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers softly.

As their lips touched, Muffy felt a wave of confusion wash over her. She wanted to resist, but she couldn't deny the feelings that were welling up inside her. His tongue gently traced the seam of her lips, and she found herself opening up to him.

Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths in a sensual tango. Muffy couldn't believe what was happening. She had never felt this way before. It was like a ****, and she couldn't get enough. As they kissed, Muffy's mind drifted back to the past.

She remembered when they were both in the running to become Senators, fighting for power and control. They were enemies, trying to one-up each other. But now, in this moment, she felt like he was the ultimate victor. He was the center of her universe, and she would do anything to please him.

His hand slowly made its way down her perfectly sculpted body. Muffy felt a mixture of shame and arousal as his hand took in her naked form.

Muffy swallowed hard as he gently cupped her tiny, hairless pussy. She tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. "Please. Master…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. But he didn't listen. Instead, he slowly pushed two fingers inside her, filling her up.

Muffy gasped in surprise and pleasure as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight little pussy. She briefly wanted to resist, but the sensations were too intense. She couldn't help but moan and squirm on his lap. Her body betrayed her once again as it responded to his touch.

As he continued to finger her, Muffy felt herself growing closer to orgasm. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire. She wanted to be strong, to resist, but her body wouldn't listen. She was helpless in the face of his touch, his control.

She felt herself on the brink of climax as he picked up the pace, his fingers slipping deeper inside her hot wet depths, slippery and juicy. Muffy bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the moans that wanted to escape. She hated herself for enjoying it so much. A small struggling vestige of the former senator hated him for making her feel this way. But there was nothing she could do. She loved it with every fibre of her being.

As she felt the orgasm building up inside her, Muffy couldn't help but beg him to stop. "Please, don't make me cum," she whispered, her voice shaking. But it was too late. With one final thrust of his fingers, she was overwhelmed by a powerful wave of pleasure.

Muffy's body convulsed as she came, her nails digging into his back. Her cries of pleasure mixed with her **** pleas to go faster and deeper. But he didn't stop. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her tiny body.

As her orgasm began to subside, Muffy felt a sense of relief wash over her. She tried to catch her breath, her buxom chest heaving up and down. She looked up at him in amazement. He leaned down, kissing her softly on the forehead. "That's a good girl."

Muffy felt a mixture of shame and arousal as he spoke those words. She hated herself for liking it so much, but her body betrayed her once again. She couldn't help but moan softly as he pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her aching for more. "Please."

"Turn around and get down on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you like a petgirl should be. Doggy style…" he told her.

Muffy swallowed hard, her heart racing. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. But as he gently pushed her down onto all fours, she found herself obeying his every command. She felt him position himself behind her, his hard cock pressing against the swollen lips of her wet pussy.

"Please…" Muffy whimpered, her voice shaking with fear and desire. "I..." she said, conflicted. But he didn't listen. Instead, he grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her. Muffy gasped in pleasure as he filled her up completely.

Her breasts jolted as his cock stretched her pussy. Her back arched.

With each thrust, Muffy felt like she was losing more and more of herself. She hated him for making her feel this way, but her body betrayed her once again. She couldn't help but moan and squirm beneath him. Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and desire.

As he continued to pound into her, Muffy felt herself getting closer to another orgasm. She tried to resist, but it was impossible. His grip on her hips was firm, holding her in place as he took her hard. Muffy bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that wanted to escape. She didn’t want to give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing her pleasure.

Her nails dug into the bedsheets as he picked up the pace, his hips slapping against her ass. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, stretching her tight little pussy. Muffy closed her eyes, struggling vainly to block out the world around her and failing spectacularly.

She couldn't believe what she was doing. She was a Senator, a powerful man, and now she was a tiny, helpless petgirl, being fucked like a sex toy. Tears streamed down her face as she felt herself getting closer to climax.

"Cum for me, you little slut," he growled in her ear. Muffy shuddered, feeling his hot breath against her neck, the need to obey undeniable. She tried to resist, but it was too late. With one final thrust, she felt her orgasm wash over her.

Muffy's body shook as she came, her nails digging into the carpet. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the room. "Yes, cum for me," he whispered in her ear. As she came down from her orgasm, Muffy felt empty and used. She hated herself for liking it so much.

For loving it.

Muffy tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving up and down. She felt his cock twitch inside her, and then he groaned as he came, filling her up with his hot seed. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out as he pumped his cum deep inside her.