FSE

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I made it there alive. Tired, but alive. I didn't crash into any poles after falling asleep at the wheel. I didn't run over any pedestrians. Made it home safe, and the sheet of night was being dragged over the sky, the light cloud cover only permitting a few peeks at the stars through it. I sat in the front seat of my car for a long time, just inhaling and exhaling and trying to shake the sleepiness from my body. I needed to check on Jesse, feed him and go to sleep. There were a few things that I couldn't wait to try with Jesse. I don't think I had to be involved with the search tomorrow but I think that I should appear and help a little bit. I needed to seem like this was important to me, and it was my reputation to take care of and to worry about the kids. Too many times to count I had accidentally been called Mom, and there were actually some kids that had asked me if they could. I had always said no of course. Maybe Jesse would come to call me mom. I thought about it, growing just a little wet at the thought.

Then I realized I actually was falling asleep at the wheel. I turned off the car and pulled myself out of the front seat, unlocking my home and stepping inside. Dark greeted me, and I only turned on lights as necessary. Coming downstairs, I saw nothing out of the ordinary and entering the sub room, I saw Jesse. Tears were leaking down the sides of his face, his eyes obscured by the blindfold and saliva was coated around his mouth. He was whimpering and crying audibly, and I was savoring all the noises he was making. I turned on the light and closed the door behind me, standing over my prey. He must have urinated by now, I slowly plucked each earbud out of his ears, letting him hear again and he yelped in fear. I chose to ignore it, and I persisted in giving him back his face, removing the blindfold to see his glistening, wide eyes with dark wet rings of tears around them. His mouth, with the gag and the water tube. He looked so perfectly sad. "Hello, pet." I said, greeting him with a smile. "It's currently 10:30 pm, if you're wondering how long you've been here. I know you're hungry, you haven't eaten in a day and you're a growing toy, so I guess I should feed you.

"I also want you to understand something. You have no way out of this. You can cry forever, you can try to escape but to no avail. I know what I'm doing and you will never have the chance to escape. You will never have the chance to resist. Also you probably have to go to the restroom. I stuffed your underwear into your hole last night after I raped you, just in case you don't really know what's going on with the sensation of your asshole. I'm going to release you from your binds, I'm going to take you to the restroom and to the kitchen. If you resist, I'm going to tie you back up and leave you here overnight, just the way I'd left you all day. Understood, toy?"

"Yes ma'am." He said quietly, looking away from my intent and powerful eyes. Not just with action and with my voice, I had a way of dominating a space with my body language, with just my eyes sometimes too. Even if you couldn't recognize it, I radiated a palpable power. There was a black collar and a leash in the shelf, and I put it around his neck and hooked him to the leash before I removed the device from his penis and his anus. He squirted just a little bit of urine, from both holes, and I began to unbuckle him from the platform. No resistance, that's good. I sat him up, holding the leash with my teeth, and bound his arms behind his back with leather and metal handcuffs. These ones looked more rudimentary than standard police ones. But worked better and were more comfortable and attractive. Still no more resistance, that's even better. He looked more grim than scared, but the tears leaked quietly from his eyes.

I could smell that he would resist within the next few days. This was the first time I'd ever done something like this, maybe not the last. Hopefully not the last.

I stood him up, holding his leash close with maybe about a foot of slack between me and his hand. "I'm taking you to the bathroom first," I said, opening up the corner of the room to the basement area. He took a small step forward and choked when I tugged back. "You walk when you say I walk, and where I tell you to." I let up the slack a little bit, and told him to walk slowly across the basement to the stairs and then up them. He did so, following my words silently and I felt the power and pleasure of the pet I had on a leash. He was nude, and his flaccid cock flopped a little bit with each tentative step he took. His little deer tail didn't hide anything, and looking down I was given a pretty view of his immature tushie. I led him down the hallway to the bathroom and entered with him. I took out my key and undid the handcuffs, sticking them in my front pockets. He needed his hands for a little bit.

"Get down, stick your fingers into your hole and pull out your underwear. They will not be clean If you do anything else I will gag you rafter putting them into your mouth. Understood?" ." I said as I closed the door behind him, letting the click of the door close us in. My dominance swallowed any of Jesse's breathable air, and he was left to cower. The door being open would have given him thoughts of bolting out the door. As fun as it would be for him to give me reason to beat him, I needed to introduce slow and firm now. I needed him thinking and believing that he was a pet, a toy. He looked at me kind of in disgust, with the same fear still there. Then he realized there wasn't a choice, and i watched it in his eyes. Gulping, he got down onto his knees. His fur was filthy with sweat and tears and dried urine and he smelt awful. Didn't matter, I'd bathe him tomorrow. His fingers crept reluctantly around to spread his cheeks and one of them made its way to his hole, feeling around. He began to whimper, more tears flowing and he forced his finger into his anus. I moved around to see how far he was digging into the hole, and it seemed to just be the tip. "I don't have time for pussy shit, pull it out. Now."

"I'm trying," he cried, "ma'am I'm trying."

Raising my voice a little bit with agitation, I said "And I didn't tell you to fucking try now did I. I told you to do it, now do it, you worthless idiot." And his sobs only got harder and harder as I saw the cloth that was once white start to be tugged out of his hole, the anal muscles involuntary clenching and only making it more painful. Eventually the entire, cum and urine and feces soaked cloth was free from his rectum and held between his two fingers. I tugged on the leash. "Cmon. Up. In the sink." He began gagging, and as he stood up to take it to the sink it slipped from his fingers and onto the floor with gross splat. The look of fear that came across his face... I will never forget it, it was so precious.

"I'm-" I didn't give him time to finish the apology. I pulled him to me with the leash and wrapped my fingers around his throat. I was stressed, I was angry, I was tired and he was going to catch it. He sputtered, gasping for breath the harder I squeezed. He was trying to free himself, trying to get my hand off of his throat with his slimy fingers. I lifted his light body several centimeters off of the ground and forced him back against the wall, slamming his head into it. I know I was overreacting, but I was pissed and I needed to get it out.

"You know another option," I said, getting in his face, breathing hot air and not letting his quivering eyes look anywhere but into my own, "is that I just don't give you any dinner tonight. You don't get food, a blanket. If i'm feeling extra cruel, I might even force your boypanties down your throat and gag you." There's nothing quite like that look of fear. I think I might take some photos of Jesse. But those thoughts are for another time. I switched hands, clumping my now free right hand into a fist and punching him square in the belly. The impact, that sad noise he made as the wind tried to escape his lungs but the pressure on his throat kept that from happening, his eyes seeing stars. I cocked my hand back again, after making sure he was looking me in the eyes. Our faces were so close we could almost kiss, and my fist aimed for a lower spot, hitting him square in his precious little pink cock, in his precious little nuts. It was hard. Not hard enough for serious long lasting damage, but hard enough to cause swelling, to leave a mark that said "Miss Anais was here". I dropped his throat and he fell to the ground, and I still stood above his hacking, crumpled body. His fur was stuck to his slim form and his tail was shaking. His hands were immediately sucked between his legs and he seethed, shaking with pain and I heard him whimper. I gave him a little bit of time to breathe, catch his breath, then I yanked on his leash. "Cmon, up." And he did. He stood up without waiting. He understood the damage I could bring to his body. He understood that he needed to submit or bad things would happen.

"I want you to put on the..." I looked at the lump of yellow-stained, slightly crusty, brown flaked rag on the floor, "underwear. Wear them, sit down on the toilet and do your business with them on." His body was still crumpled slightly, his arms protecting his sensitive areas and his breaths shallow and is eyes glossy. But he followed my directions, picking them up off of the floor, opening them up and gently sliding into them. He took his seat on the toilet, began to do his business. He was looking down, tears still dripping down the already soaked and bruised fur of his face and he clutched his belly. I was still holding his leash firm, and between his legs I could see him begin to use the filthy underwear as a diaper. Urine from his bruised penis began to flow, streaming through the cloth and into the toilet bowl. I began to chuckle cruelly at him. I'd had my physical abuse, now for verbal and mental. My laughing got a little louder, and i crossed my arms and tilted my face at him. "Look at you, scrawny. Weak. Pathetic. You couldn't resist against a woman. Imagine what your friends would say if they saw you now, pissing your underwear. You are nothing, toy, truly nothing. You have no worth." The joy from those tears, "You have no value but the value that I give you. And right now, from what I see shivering on the toilet, I'm valuing you at nothing." I said. I collected some saliva, and spat on his face. "When you're finished shitting, take off the underwear and set it in the sink. You'll eat a small meal then I'm locking you back up and going to sleep." He said nothing. I needed him to say nothing.

After he pooped what he could from his stressed little asshole and pissed what he out of his bruised little cock, he did exactly as I told him, and I told him not to clean his ass or his cock. I walked him out on the leash into the kitchen, letting him know that he wasnt worth enough to sit on furniture, and he was too filthy for that either. He stood, shaking and holding his little penis and his belly. I made him scarf down cold leftover chinese food. I wasn't going to finish it ever, they were my scraps, and after he finished it all I had him walk back downstairs and into his little dungeon. I took off the leash and collar, and locked into place on the cold metal platform. As a joke, or some form of emotional abuse I guess, I leaned down and with my softest voice told him that Miss Anais loved him, and i kissed him gently on the forehead, leaving and locking him in the dark after.

I slept better than I ever had that night.