Nothing else was found In her dresser or the rest of her room. “Well I can’t just order her to stop smoking she'll just do it anyway if she’s an...thing like me" I thought. My own mother had caught me when I was her age and flipped out. It didn’t work if anything I smoked more out of spite. I'd set up rules so she would at least be a responsible pothead. I turned out alright. The pot in my hand smelled good. “might as well see what kind of quality she’s getting” I thought as I sat down in her. I understand more than you think. What’s your ‘official’ reason for that? Your ex-wife?”I wondered what her ‘official’ remark meant, but answered in my own way. “Yeah. She left a few open wounds. At least you don’t have anything to do with the university. My ex did; she wanted to be a big wheel in one, but things weren’t moving fast enough for her at the university. The kiss of death on our marriage was when I came up for tenure and she didn’t.”She chuckled, and in doing so ejected my deflated. She is not sure if she can handle anything too much more intense.“What are you going to do?” she asks with a tone of fear in her voice.“Are you scared now, you teasing bitch?” you ask, ignoring her question and yanking on her hair harder and making her head snap back, “Because you should be.”Trish gulps. With the position that you have her head yanked back, she can’t see anything but the ceiling. She tries to look out of the corner of her eyes, but it is useless. Her head is pulled back too. She also felt something inside her ass and reached one of her hands there to see what was inside her. She felt a fluffy thing hanging out from her butt and looked at her master in search of answers. 
« As you probably remember you’ve been a bad girl yesterday. So as a punishment you’ll spend this whole day as my dog. As a dog you’re not allowed to speak unless i tell you to, you’re not allowed to walk normally so you’ll have to walk on all 4s. You’ll also have to eat and drink from a dog bowl.