I felt the car come to a stop, we must've been home. I patiently waited for Jacob to unbuckle my seat belt and scratch my left ear. It was slightly bruised from me scratching it so much; at first, it was fun, now it just hurt and itched like crazy. I really wanted something from him. I wanted him to slam me against the wall and pull my tail and ears, so hard they'd bleed! It had me hard at the thought of him and the situation.

"Elis, your ears are sticking up sharp. What's wrong?" I sighed at Jacob's words, they weren't the only thing sticking straight up. The seat belt was still strapped over my chest, close to my neck. The only thing I needed was him, all the pain he could give me, all the toys he would use.

Chains and whips, knife to carve his mark onto me, all the slap marks on my face, and arms. Blood running down my arms to my body, the ritualistic feeling it would give me, soothing my mind, allowing me to reside peacefully within my tarnished body. The way he would pull my tail, my ears...it was too much to wait for. I wanted to shout it out, but I just couldn't.

"I'm just excited to see what everything looks like. I'm fine, really." I simply replied. It wasn't all a lie; I was excited to see the inside. He nodded and pulled the strap off, letting me crawl out the door on to the other side. My tail swished against the hot car door handle, sending a burning sensation through my body, making me wrap it around the metal. I decided to pull back, just in case Jacob was watching. The inside was way better than I imagined! There was so much to look at! Jacob stood next to me, looking at me in amazement. "Uh, where's the restroom?" I said with a small voice. He questioningly looked at me, raising an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't know how to..." He replied. I shrugged and grin, "I wanna try myself before you help me. Just in case I can do it myself." I responded with an innocent look. Jacob shrugged back, moving his hair out of his face, and pointed to the left. I nodded and headed towards the bathroom, smirking to myself.

I tugged at my tail, harshly digging my nails into it and repetitively cursing at the pleasure. It was like I was on cloud nine, nothing could distract me from this moment; maybe food would, but nothing else. A slight drool seeped out the corner of my mouth, I hit the spot that I needed. My nails abused that spot, making scratch marks under my fur.

I let go and scratched my ears, satisfying myself until later; I didn't want Jacob to get suspicious. My claws receded as I walked out the bathroom, spotting Jacob sitting down.

'Here's my chance.' I thought to myself. 'I'll just sneak into his lap and lay there until he starts petting me.' Yes, I may be a masochist, but I do like tummy and back rubs. They're my second favorite activity, the first being sleeping. Elis, wash your face. You have dust, from god knows where." Jacob bluntly told me. I rolled my eyes and stalked over to him, setting myself on his lap.

"I'm too tired. Can I do it later...please?" I responded with a fake pout, luring him into my act. My ears twitched as he rested his hand on my back, gently rubbing it. "Alright," He said as he went up to my ears. "You can stay here, for now, I'll just keep you here until you wake up.

" I swished my tail in the air, wanting him to touch it. I wanted to ask him to pull it, but I didn't want to rush anything just yet. Even though ninety-nine percent of the time, I get too bored and do it myself; but it's not as satisfying. Screw it! I need him to do something! I can't just lay here like a house cat. It just seemed so wrong: he owned me, but...made me feel like an equal. It didn't make me mad, it just made me feel awkward. As I looked up to Jacob; his hand on my back as he slept.

"Great!" I exclaimed aloud, wanting him to wake up. But he didn't. ' I'll just go to sleep, maybe it'll get better when I wake up' , I thought to myself. I was so bored with this, there was nothing for me to do! I thought of devising plans for Jacob to punish me, yes, that was what i wanted. Just the thought of him holding me had me going.

I decided to head out thinking if he caught me outside he'd discipline me. The air was refreshing, It had a nice breeze going, making it easy to stay out here.

'Well, time to explore!'

This was going to be FUN.