My Netori Life With System: Stealing Milfs And Virgins

Chapter 273: 273. Finally Got A Dog I Could Take Outside!**

The click of the leather collar around Madison’s neck felt final, a heavy weight that seemed to anchor her soul to the floor. She sat on her knees, her head bowed, her breath hitching in her throat as she waited for the next command.

She thought the humiliation peaked with the collar, but as Mike stood up and walked back toward the wardrobe, his movements were far too deliberate, far too prepared.

He didn’t just reach for more clothes. He reached for a small, velvet-lined box he had hidden in the back of the shelf.

Madison watched, her eyes widening in growing horror, as he pulled out a pair of soft, black faux fur dog ears on a headband and a long, bushy tail attached to a thick, silicone plug. The sheer level of premeditation sent a wave of heat through her, a mixture of intense embarrassment and a terrifying, primal arousal.

He hadn’t just thought of this on a whim; he had planned her total degradation.

"You’re going to look perfect," Mike whispered, his voice thick with a sadistic sort of glee.

He stepped behind her, and she felt his large, warm hands move her hair aside. He slid the headband on, the soft ears perching atop her head.

Madison felt ridiculous, a high-class woman wearing animal ears, but the sensation of the soft fur against her scalp made her feel strangely vulnerable, as if she were truly being transformed into something less than human.

’He’s turned me into a fucking pet... he’s planned every single inch of my shame,’ she thought, her mind reeling as she felt the weight of his gaze on her.

But Mike wasn’t done. He moved to her front, kneeling so he was at eye level with her.

He held the tail accessory in his hand, the long, dark fur swaying slightly. He looked at the entrance of her pussy, still swollen and slick from their previous encounter, and then his eyes drifted lower, toward the tight, puckered rose of her anus.

"Now," Mike said, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "A dog needs a tail."

"And you’re going to wear it where it belongs."

"Mike, please..." she whimpered, her hands instinctively reaching back to cover herself. "Not there... please, not the ass..."

"Don’t argue with your master," he snapped, his hand moving to her hip to hold her steady.

He didn’t give her time to prepare. With a sudden, forceful movement, he positioned the thick, flared base of the tail plug against her entrance and shoved.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

A piercing, guttural scream tore from Madison’s throat as the silicone invaded her. It was a sensation unlike anything she had ever felt—a massive, stretching fullness that seemed to split her in two.

The plug was thick, forcing her sphincter to stretch to an impossible degree, pushing deep into her rectum. The sudden, intense invasion of her most private, sensitive space sent a shockwave of sensation straight to her core.

The sensation was so overwhelming, so violently intense, that her body couldn’t process it as mere pain. It was a sensory overload that bypassed her brain and went straight to her nerves.

As the plug settled deep inside her, her pelvic muscles began to spasm uncontrollably.

"Nnnngh! Ah! Mike! It’s too much!"

Her pussy, already hypersensitive from the deluge of semen and the heavy pounding earlier, reacted to the internal pressure of the tail. The stretching of her anus sent a direct, electric current of pleasure through her vaginal walls.

Her eyes rolled back, her toes curled into the carpet, and her body arched violently.

A massive, unbidden orgasm ripped through her. She wasn’t even touching herself; the sheer, brutal intrusion of the tail was enough to force her climax.

Her pussy clamped down on the air, pulsing rhythmically, as she let out a series of broken, high-pitched moans that sounded almost like a whimpering pup.

Mike erupted into a loud, boisterous laugh, the sound of a man who had achieved total victory. He leaned back, admiring his handiwork: the beautiful, sophisticated Madison, wearing dog ears, a tail shoved deep in her ass, and her body twitching in the aftershocks of a forced, humiliating climax.

"Look at you!" he roared, pointing at her as she slumped forward, panting and weeping with a mix of pleasure and shame. "A fucking bitch!"

"You can’t even handle a little tail without coming like a dog!"

"You’re perfect, Madison. Absolutely fucking perfect."

He reached out and patted her cheek, his laughter still echoing in the room, leaving her trembling on the floor, completely conquered and utterly his.

The room was filled with the sound of Madison’s ragged, uneven breathing as the aftershocks of her forced orgasm slowly ebbed away. She sat there, a broken, beautiful creature, her skin flushed a deep rose, the dog ears slightly lopsided on her head, and the tail plug still stretching her wide, pulsing inside her.

She felt hollowed out, stripped of every ounce of her former dignity, yet the sensation of being so utterly conquered was a heavy, intoxicating nectar in her veins.

Mike wasn’t finished with her training. He sat back on his heels, watching her with the clinical, satisfied gaze of a man who had just successfully tamed a wild beast.

"A good pet needs to know her place, Madison," he said, his voice dropping into a stern, instructional tone. "And a good pet needs to know how to communicate."

"From now on, you don’t use your human voice unless I give you permission."

"If you want something, if you’re happy, if you’re hurting... you bark. Do you understand?"

Madison looked up at him, her eyes glassy and pleading. "Mike... please, can we just... can we just go?"

"Bark!" he commanded suddenly, his eyes snapping to hers.

She blinked, startled. "What?"

"I said, ’Bark, Madison!’ Show me you’re learning!"

The humiliation was a physical weight, a hot brand against her skin. She felt the urge to protest, to reclaim her status as a woman, but the look in Mike’s eyes, that absolute, unyielding dominance, silenced her pride.

She swallowed hard, her throat tight.

"He’s stripping away my very soul, layer by layer, until there’s nothing left but his commands and my hunger to obey..." she thought, a shiver of pure, terrifying ecstasy running down her spine.

"Woof..." she whispered, the sound tiny and pathetic.

Mike’s face darkened. "Pathetic! Again! Louder! Give me a real bark, you little bitch!"

She took a breath, her face burning with a shame so intense it felt like it might consume her. She leaned forward, her hands on the floor, and let out a louder, more desperate sound.

"Woof! Arf!"

"Better," Mike said, a smirk playing on his lips. He began to run her through a series of degrading commands. "Sit! Stay! Roll over!"

Each command was a fresh blow to her ego, yet each one brought a new, frantic surge of arousal. When he made her "beg," crawling forward on her knees with her hands tucked under her chin while he teased her clitoris with his thumb, she felt her pussy weeping, the friction of the tail inside her making every movement a delicious torture.

The more he broke her, the more she felt herself dissolving into the role, her mind becoming a singular, focused point of submission.

"Now, let’s see if you can follow a scent," he teased, dropping a small piece of chocolate on the floor. "Find it, girl! Fetch!"

She found herself scurrying on all fours, her nose twitching, her tail wagging slightly with the movement of her hips as she lunged for the treat. She was no longer a woman; she was a creature of instinct, driven by the need to please the man who held her leash.

Finally, Mike stood up, his shadow looming large over her trembling form. He reached for a long, heavy leather leash that had been sitting on the nightstand, waiting for this exact moment.

He clipped it to the silver ring on her collar with a sharp, metallic clack.

"Time to go, Madison," he said, his voice brimming with triumph. "The moon is high, and your master is hungry for a walk."

He didn’t wait for her to stand. He gripped the leash firmly and gave it a sharp, authoritative tug. The force pulled her head up and forced her onto all fours.

"Hands and knees, girl."

"Keep your head down," he commanded.

Madison obeyed instantly. She moved onto her hands and knees, the cool air of the room hitting her bare, sweating skin.

She felt the heavy weight of the tail plug shifting inside her with every movement, the sensation of her palms pressing against the floor, and the relentless, guiding tension of the leash on her neck.

As they reached the door, Mike opened it, the hallway light spilling into the room like a spotlight on her naked, decorated body. He began to walk, his stride long and confident, pulling the leash taut.

Madison followed close at his heels, her hips swaying, her dog ears bobbing, and her heart hammering a frantic rhythm of fear and unadulterated, primal joy. She was walking out of her old life and into his world, a naked, leashed pet, ready to be displayed to the shadows of the night.

’This is the worst... but I don’t know why... it’s... addicting...’