U wake up the next day.

Ryan Ferro wakes up in someones bed. He doesn't remember how he got there but when he opens his eyes he sees Mrs O'Brien standing in the bed smiling down at him from above. Her body looks incredible. The curve of her breasts, full hips, the softness between her legs. She seems pleased to see him.

She strokes your hair as you wake up. "Hi Ryan," she says.

"Mmmhmm" you say groggily.

"You had quite a night didn't you?"

"Uh huh."

Mrs O'Brien laughs and shakes her head. "How many times did I tell you not try to use that pen on me?

but look at you now. Your new powers are so much fun aren't they?"

You nod, blushing furiously. You're still feeling really embarrassed about your little outburst last night.

"No i-"

Her hand stops your protest. "Yes, well…" She looks at you sternly. Then she sighs. "We're going to talk about it later. But for right now let's just enjoy the fact that I'm finally able to use the pen on you."

With that she leans down and kisses you. Her lips are soft against yours. They feel nice. You can't help but kiss back. When her tongue slips into your mouth you moan. It feels wonderful.

"Wow" Mrs O'Brien gasps. "You like that don't you?"

"Mmmm hmm" you reply.

She smiles. "I bet you'd love to be able to do this whenever you want."

You nod enthusiastically.

Mrs O'Brien strokes your hair and continues kissing you. She then grabs your hands, and twist it .

Your eyes go wide as she forces them behind your back.

"What are you doing?" you gasp.

she looks down at her handiwork. "Oh, I thought you might enjoy this too."

you see that she has placed handcuffs around your wrists.

She laughs and moves closer. She takes hold of the chain between your cuffs and pulls it tight. The metal bites into your skin.

"Ow!" you cry out in pain.

Mrs O'Brien just smiles. "I've given myself permission to restrain you however I please Ryan."

"Why?" you ask.

She looks at you seriously. "Because i want to.

It's my body after all.

And besides," she adds with a smile, "it makes it easier for me to keep an eye on you."

You frown and glare at her. "You don't own me."

She smirks and shakes her head. "Of course not, silly boy. But I can give myself permission to do whatever I want to you whenever I feel like it. That doesn't mean I actually will."

Her fingers trace their way across your chest. You shiver at the sensation.

"Besides, if you really wanted to get away from me you could always try using the pen yourself. I'm sure it would work better than that stupid thing you call a penis."

The last sentence seems to hit home because you blush furiously.

Fuck you!!!

Ryan tries to get up but his hands are tied.

"Stop struggling Ryan" Mrs O'Brien says sternly. "You're going to make things harder for yourself."

You look back at her and sigh heavily before dropping your gaze to the floor.

"Yes Ma'am."

Mrs O'Brien smiles. "Good boy." She then reaches down and puts one of her finger in your mouth. It tastes sweet and you begin to suck on it eagerly.

You feel her other hand come around to cup your cheek. "Such a good little boy aren't you?"

You nod. Your face burns with embarrassment.

she leans forward so she can whisper in your ear. "Do you know what you are? What i made you?"

"Uh huh." you say quietly.

She giggles and moves closer. Her breasts press against your shoulder as she kisses you again. You moan into her mouth.

When she pulls away she smiles. "I'm making you my pet."

"what?" you gasp.

"Don't worry," she continues, "i wont be treating you like a dog. That wouldnt suit either of us very well. But there will be times when I need you to obey me without question."

You swallow nervously.

"Now, do you understand why you can never disobey me?"

Your heart pounds loudly in your ears. You don't want to admit that this makes you excited but the truth is you are turned on just thinking about it.

Mrs O'Brien looks at you seriously for a moment before she smiles. "Oh yes. Yes I think you do."

you feel your cock twitch in your pants. You can't believe how hard you've gotten from being called her pet.

"You are going to wear this collar around your neck. Whenever we go out together you will be wearing this." She reaches behind her and takes hold of the collar.

she pulls it off its hook and holds it up in front of you. It's a simple silver chain with a small leather tag hanging from it. The word 'Pet' is engraved into it.

You stare at it wide eyed. "Why am I wearing that?" you ask.

"Because you're my pet now." she says matter-of-factly.

You look down at yourself. Your shirt is open exposing your chest. You have no idea what to say to that.

"Besides, it doesn't hurt. At least not much."

She runs her hand across your bare stomach. Her touch sends a shiver through you.

"Are you sure?" you ask nervously.

"Yes. I told you I'm not going to treat you like a dog. And besides," she adds, "I've given myself permission to restrain you however i want."

You smile at that. "Alright then. Let's get started. But please, Mrs O'Brien. No hurting me."

Mrs O'Brien smiles and kisses your cheek. Then she stands up on the bed.

you stand beside her as she reaches down to grab a pair of scissors. She snips off your shirt leaving you laying there in just your pants.

"No!" you gasp. "Please don't cut my clothes."

"Don't worry Ryan," she says soothingly. "It's only going to be for a little while anyway."

Mrs O'Brien smirks at you as she looks down.

You feel embarrassed but also excited at her words.

She slips her fingers into the waistband of your jeans and starts to pull them down. You watch in silence as they slide slowly down your legs until finally they come to rest around your ankles.

Your cock springs free from your pants.

"Oooh, you really are a naughty boy aren't you?" she asks.

She smiles at you. "Now, if we're going to be playing this game I think it's time you learned how things work."

you nod.

Mrs O'Brien places one hand on each side of your face. Her hands feel soft against your skin.

"I'm not going to hurt you Ryan. But I am going to do something that might make you uncomfortable."

Your heart beats faster in your chest. "Okay," you say quietly.

She strokes your hair softly. "Good boy." she then kisses you again.