After what felt like hours, almost insane from the throbbing of enflamed thighs and the nearness of climax, she issued her first, “P-peash?” He crammed his staff inside her and held himself there, his trimmed pubic hairs prickled against her smooth-shaven skin. “What, pet? Please what? More? Oh, I have plenty more to give, dear one.” He continued pumping while stimulating her erogenous zones with his fingers and various other tools. She was a mass of tremors and chattering teeth, and still he slid in, out and back again
“P-peash, Shah? Peash, muh Uh?” The shame of mumbling those words, the act of admitting her need, somehow thrilled her to the core, and she clenched around his shaft, aching for him to bring her over the top.
He paused then, and prompted her through the rest of her script. “May you what, pet? Hmmmm? What do you want, my little one?” He stroked her trembling cheek and brushed the back of his fingers across her clamped nipples.
“Peash Shah, mah yuhr peh cmm?” she finally gasped. Through the ball gag, slick with her foaming saliva, it sounded nothing like English. He understood, though, and counted backwards slowly from ten while tweaking her body into full explosion, pumping vigorously, near climax himself. Her body coiled and held against the tide until he reached the magic number ‘one’, and his words of encouragement were all but lost in her cries and sustained moans.
“Now, my little cum-pet. Good, girl. That’s a gooooood girl.” His pace quickened. He shuddered inside her, ready to burst.
The relief almost surpassed the release. Every muscle, tendon and nerve ending sang with the rush. It was the most powerful feeling Mariah had ever experienced, and she found herself relishing in the ‘letting go’ of it all. The fact that she had no choice freed her to simply react. That she was rewarded for reacting as instructed was not lost on her-and thus her satisfaction was two-fold.
A lesson learned quickly garnered praise most treasured. He showered her in adoration, bathed and groomed her, stroked her hair as it dried and cooed to her softly.
“What a proud and happy owner you make me, pet. I am lucky to have one such as you.”
***
The most difficult lesson began with whispers and tugging of the fasteners of her hood. She lay on her blanket on the floor of her cell, arms sheathed behind, legs strapped four ways.
“Another step ahead, pet. Another opportunity, another reward. You mustn’t open your eyes in my presence, pet. You are not yet ready to understand.” She kept her eyes squeezed tight, but his words echoed in her mind.
“Keep. Them. Closed.”
She cowered at his calm, icy tone. When he was most quiet, he was most angry, and she was most in danger of being disciplined. Her eye stung beneath the lid, and she wished her hands were free to rub some moisture back into it. She tried blinking quickly, but was rewarded with a shot of air in the other eye.
“Keep them closed, else you’ll get the hood, and I will
She whimpered and shook her head, leaning in to place her head upon his lap.
“Good girl. That’s a very good girl.” He stroked her hair, caressing from her crown to her shoulder, then down her side and over her hip. With a swift movement, he latched on to the inside of her thigh, simultaneously pulling her up onto her elbows and knees, and spun her on her blanket so that her backside swayed in front of him.
“I love my little pussy pet. Always wet, always ready.” He shoved a huge dildo into her vagina, gripped her hips and slathered her anus with his tongue. “No muffles this time, pet. No gag for you.”
He curled over her back and undid the buckles of her ball gag. She pushed it out with her tongue, flexed her jaw a little, but kept her face pressed against the floor. He leaned away from her, and with one thrust buried his cock to the hilt in her rectum.
Instinctively, she pulled away, but his fingers locked into her thighs and held her on point. He pounded into her. It stung. Then it burned, and she grunted and cried with each thrust.
He slapped her hard across the left buttock. “Don’t clench, pet! Release your muscles!” He smacked her again, harder this time, and she felt a numb spot growing where his hand left its impression. “Release!” With a wall-rattling scream, she sagged to the floor, letting all of her muscles relax, relying on his grip on her hips to hold her aloft. The friction of his shaft, hot and smooth against the inner walls of her anus, began to grow and warm and radiate. She became aware of the sensation of the dildo rubbing against his invading member, with only the thinnest membrane between them. Soon she began to rock back to him, moaning with abandon, eyes closed tight, riding him as he rode her.
“Oh, good pet. That’s it. Good, good pet.” He gripped her tighter, and his thrusts became more calculated and deliberate. “I want you to sing for me, pet.” One hand snaked around her leg, fingers sliding in to punish her clitoris.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Out of control, oblivious to the world, her one task and only focus in life: to relish this moment and show her appreciation. She had but one syllable, it seemed, and it poured from her until she was unable to catch her breath and her voice became a hoarse whisper.
Her cheek grew raw from scraping against the concrete where the blanket had been pushed aside, but the irritation was far away from her awareness. She plunged back, savoring the sound his testicles made as they collided with the dildo. His breathing turned to sighs and moans, and he counted down with each thrust, from five this time, as eager as she to climax.
“Oonne!” He growled, and crashed into her so hard his hipbones bruised the flesh of her buttocks. “Sing, pet!” He slapped her in time to his thrusts, and her mouth shot wide to elicit that one syllable, not over and over, but in a long, sustained howl that originated in her belly, and swelled and bloomed and exploded out of her mouth. She was a good girl. She was his pet.
When he bathed her after, he cooed and sighed happily, and she couldn’t stop smiling.
***
He came and opened her cage, then hefted her into his arms. Setting her on a table, he spun her around to face him, removing her gag as he spoke.
“Now, pet, you have been with me for two full days and nights. It is time for you to choose your path. As I said before, all things are at your discretion.” He cupped her face in his hands. “I will bring you to a phone and leave you for a while. If your desire is to remain in my keeping and complete your training, then you will call and terminate your employment. You will then call your closest friend and tell her that you have a family emergency and need to be away for a while.
“I will, of course, support you during the time you are with me, pet. You’ve no need to worry about your home. You will always have a home with me, and I will keep you well.”
With that, he brought her somewhere else and set her down. “I will step out, then you may remove the blindfold and open your eyes.” He released her arms from their sheath and detached the bar from between her legs. He then tied her hands in front, allowing a small amount of movement.
After the door clicked shut, Mariah blinked in the brightness of the small room. She leaned back against the couch on which she sat and contemplated her bound wrists.
She dialed the phone.
When she’d completed her calls, she replaced the covering over her eyes and leaned back onto the cushions. It wasn’t long before he returned.
She heard the phone beep, as if he checked the caller ID. The phone clattered into its cradle.
“Oh, pet.”
