Author's Note: While
this is another chapter in the O'Connell Chronicles it is intended to
stand alone. For those unfamiliar with the O'Connell Chronicles I would
direct you to the first story in the series "The Object of His
Affection". For those hoping for another tale in extreme body modification
- well, this is probably not the story you are looking for. Just the
same, it will likely hint at future tales (providing I can manage sustained
inspiration and figure out how to bring my ideas to the page).
Finally, I want to thank
the many fans who have offered comments and support. Your words have
helped to inspire me to continue with my sordid tales in spite of a
lack of time and sleep. I hope you all find this worth the read. Thank
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Family Pet -The O'Connell Chronicles
They made love. It was long
and sensual. It was soft but forceful. His thick, muscular body pushed
down on top of her petit frame and she was forced to endure his penetration
regardless of any want she might have. But she did want him. The deeper
his thrusts the deeper she wanted him and she reveled in the pain his
large member brought to her quaking body. Then, at long last, it was
over. They lay side by side, panting as their intermingled sweat trickled
onto the damp sheet below. Looking to each other they smiled, satisfied
and nearly satiated. Then they joined hands for a brief moment and made
love once again.
Bill stood at the stove making
breakfast. He was naked but for the apron he wore to protect himself
from the inevitable splatter of grease that accompanied fried potatoes.
Jasmine, his wife of five years, sat at their large dinner table admiring
the shape of his posterior. She noted the striations in his thighs and
calves with prurient enthusiasm and wondered which made her hungrier;
the smell of the food or her husband.
not just for breakfast," she told him, grinning and licking her
"Don't get any ideas.
I have to get to work today," he told her.
"Just one more time?"
she asked, her lips trembling with feigned sadness.
"I know it's Saturday,
but they need me. We have a new line coming out. Who knows, I might
even give you a taste."
"Fuck no!" she
replied. "The last thing I want is to look like a bimbo or to be
one of those toys you make. I'll stick with the research and let the
others have the 'fun'."
"Hah, you're no fun,
baby. I just want to do your lips," Bill kidded. "You know,
so you can give the perfect blow job."
"I don't know who is
you for doing it or me for doing the work that makes
it possible," Jasmine said. "I mean this isn't exactly what
you would call normal
or even ethical."
"And that, my love,"
he said, offering her a piece of syrup soaked bacon "is why you
like it. They aren't willing
"I do like that,"
she grinned. "Am I evil?"
A ringing phone took their
attention from the moment. "Finish making breakfast, lover, I'll
get the phone."
Moments later, Jasmine returned
with the phone. "It's Patricia. Bill, her boyfriend kicked her
out of his house."
"That guy was always
a prick. I don't know why she was ever with him," Bill said, his
eyes flashing anger.
Jasmine frowned. "It's
worse than that. She didn't want to tell us when it happened but she
lost her job a couple months ago and hasn't been able to find work.
Bill, she has nowhere to go. Do you think she could stay here for a
bit? Just until she gets on her feet."
Bill looked at her, a questioning
look in his eyes. "Well, it's sort of up to you. I don't mind but
I don't know how you would feel with her staying here. You've not been
a fan of my ex-girlfriends, after all."
"She was at our wedding,
Bill. You know I like her and, well, you two were over long before we
got together," Jasmine replied. "I mean it's not like there
is anything between you two anymore. I know that. She can stay for as
long as she needs. We have more than enough room. Tell her."
"Okay, baby, I'll tell
her," he replied, taking the phone from her outstretched hand.
"Thank you so much for taking me in," Patricia told her saviors.
"I really don't know what I would have done without you. I promise
promise, promise I will get out of here as soon as I can. I can't thank
Jasmine told the Amazonian woman. "You're family. Bill loves you,
I love you and if you don't love us we will have to kill you."
"Thanks, guys. Really,"
she sighed, hugging them both.
"Look, dinner is almost
ready. I am going to go in and finish it up. Bill can show you to your
room and help you get your things inside. You said it's, mostly in storage?"
"I just brought necessities.
well, I paid for six months storage up front and
I figure I should have another job and be able to rent another house
by then," Patricia said. "And I promise to help out around
here as much as I can. I don't have anything to pay rent with but I
will pay you back as soon as I can. God, I can't thank you enough!"
"Cut it out," Bill
said. "Let's get you settled."
Later that night, Bill and
Jasmine lay in bed, a passionate session of lovemaking having just finished.
"I about shit my pants when I saw her in a t-shirt and shorts,
Bill. I see what you liked about her," Jasmine said. "I mean,
she has a huge rack, great legs and beautiful hair. You sure did go
the other route when you got me."
Bill smiled at his wife,
seeing her minor insecurity. "Not really. You may be short, but
you've just as nice a body and your hair is every bit as beautiful as
hers. More so, 'cause it's yours."
"You're a sweet liar.
I love you though," she said, kissing his cheek. "Was she
into all the BDSM and stuff we used to be into when we first got going?
I mean, was she as extreme?"
"Yes and no," Bill
responded. "You're more into the physical aspects and she is more
about mind control. I mean, she does like to be tied up and humiliated
but she was so susceptible to mind controlling techniques that
there wasn't much I couldn't make her do."
"Not much, eh?"
Jasmine asked, her right eyebrow cocked questioningly. "Do tell."
"What do you want to
"Tell me what you made
her do," she said, twirling her finger in her long tresses.
"Well, gee, it's not
so much what I made her do but what I caused her to do," Bill told
"Tell me!" she
demanded in mock anger.
Bill smiled and kissed her.
"I made it so she hated vaginal sex and loved anal sex, for one
thing. I also got her to wear a plug for a year straight. Then I got
her used to enemas. She told me she still needs them to take a shit.
I got her to cum on command and, later on, to a specific word. Then
"Hold on," Jasmine
interrupted. "You got her to cum to a word?"
"Yeah, I did."
"What word? Does it
"Yes it does and I'm
not going to tell you. If I do you will torture the poor girl,"
Bill said, laughing. "Don't you think she has enough on her plate?"
"But what if I want
to keep her?"
"You're kidding, right?"
Bill asked, surprised. "You never wanted to bring in another woman
before. Why would you want to bring one in now?"
"Bill, she's gorgeous
and it would give us someone to play with," Jasmine said. "Besides,
we don't play that way with each other anymore. Don't get me wrong,
I don't really want to play with you that way. What we have is beyond
the gimmicks and gadgets. But wouldn't it be fun to have someone to
"Jaz, she is my best
friend. I couldn't do that to her."
"I could," she
said, a wicked grin on her lips. "She might like it. She liked
"Baby, Patricia is straight
like girls. How is she gonna like that?"
Jasmine pursed her lips for
a moment. "Tell me the word. I just want to see if it works."
"Fine, but you can't
let her know and you have to make it seem natural if you use it,"
Bill told her. "Promise?"
said, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"It's more of a phrase.
If you sing "Auld Lang Syne" she will orgasm," he said.
It was rotten of me but I always wanted her to start the new year off
with a bang, so to speak."
Jasmine clapped her hands,
chuckling with delight. "How artfully sadistic of you. I imagine
her New Years dates were amused as hell!"
"She told me about a
few," he replied, smiling. "It did make for interesting times
for the poor girl. Now, remember your promise."
"I will. Don't worry.
Now, what other things did you do to the poor girl?"
"You're so bad. I'll
tell you, but on one condition. You have to suck my cock while I tell
Jasmine lay between Bill's legs, her mouth wrapped around his hard shaft.
Stroking him with her right hand while taking his cock into the deepest
regions of her throat, she waited intently to hear of the tortures inflicted
on his closest friend and former lover.
"Patricia can only cum
on command," he told her. "If she does not hear the specific
phrase 'cum for me' she cannot reach orgasm. With most people this would
have been a difficult task but it was relatively easy with her."
"Tell me how,"
she mouthed around his cock, moaning with anticipation.
"Before her training
sessions I would install a small remote device in her pussy. It was
held in by thin leather straps that kept it deep inside her body. Small
wires with tiny clamps attached to her labia," he said, his voice
filled with pleasure at both his wife's efforts and the tale he was
telling. "If she came without command I triggered the device, causing
her excruciating pain.. Of course, if she asked for and was granted
permission to cum she did not suffer."
"That's so fucking hot!"
"Suck me," he commanded.
"After weeks of training she had no trouble in withholding her
orgasms. It wasn't until after we broke up and she had found a new man
that she realized she could not cum without being told to do so. She
harassed me for that, vowing to overcome it."
"Has she?" she
"The last time we talked
about it - three months ago - she said she still needs the order."
"Tell me more,"
"Lick my ass, slut,"
Bill ordered, lifting his legs and sliding a pillow beneath his rear.
"Lick it good if you want more. Push that tongue inside me and
then suck like a good little girl."
Obediently, she worked on
his rear hole, penetrating as deeply as she could with her tongue. "Tell
me more. Please, I want to know more."
"I ruined her pussy.
there was nothing I did not do to her
pussy. I fucked it with my hand, bottles and anything I could find.
I stretched her beyond anything I had thought possible. I tortured her
pussy, spanking it with belts and switches. She loved the pain, even
as she hated it. Even her clit. I tortured it. We used razor blades,
cutting into her delicate flesh. Eventually, there was little I could
do to bring pain to her pussy."
"More," she murmured
as she pushed her sex against the sheets below.
"Eventually, we stopped
playing with her pussy. It was useless. There was no sensation. Nothing.
Her clit, her pussy
inside and out. Short of risking severe damage
she had no sensation. So we concentrated on her ass and tits."
"Oh God!" Jasmine
moaned as an orgasm tore through her body.
"I want you to ride
my cock now," he told her. "Sit your ass on my cock and ride
Slowly, Jasmine rose from
the bed and straddled him, her gaze meeting his. Reaching back, she
took his hard cock in her hands and pushed it to her anal opening and
eased her weight down on top of him. She moaned as his cock impaled
her and then leaned forward with her hands on his chest and began to
she asked, her voice small and high.
"I forced her to wear
a plug. She resisted, at first. It hurt after short periods. I insisted
she get used to it and, after about two weeks, she did. For the next
year she was never without it. That's when I began giving her enemas."
moaned as she climaxed again, begging for more as the orgasm passed.
"Each day," Bill
continued, "I gave her two enemas. One in the morning and one at
night. She was only allowed to use the toilet to piss. If she needed
to shit, I gave her an enema. I wanted to take away as much control
over her body as I could. I had no idea it could be permanent but after
a six months of receiving two enemas a day for a full year she asked
if we could ease the anal play."
Jasmine ground on his body
and another orgasm reached its moaning crescendo. "Don't stop,"
"Her ass had become
quite loose and she worried she might have lost control," he said.
"But it was worse than that. She couldn't go to the bathroom. No
matter how full she was or how she tried, she couldn't go."
cried and ground down harder onto his cock, driving him as deep was
"Finally, after a three
day period of her being unable to go, she begged for an enema. After
that we resumed the twice daily enemas."
The girl riding his hard
cock cried out and climaxed another time before falling to the bed.
"No more. Please, no more."
"Not yet, slut!"
he told her, his voice cruel and lust filled. "Time for my pleasure!"
Rolling the girl to her belly,
he lifted her head and shoved his cock into her mouth, making her suck
the musky scent from him. Satisfied, he withdrew from her mouth and
climbed on top of her.
"Reach back and spread
that ass, bitch!"
They moaned in unison as
his cock penetrated her anal opening another time. He pushed hard, ensuring
he was as deep as he could manage. Then he lay the entirety of his weight
upon her and began thrusting.
"You like that, eh slut?"
he asked. "You like what I did to her?"
"Yes," she hissed.
"Take this, then,"
he growled, shoving his cock into his helpless lover a final time. "Take
For long and long they lay
still. His large body pressed down upon her contrasting frame and his
cock grew soft inside her. Finally, rolling off of her, he commanded
she clean his cock of their juices. Sleep, gentle and filled with dreams,
soon overcame them.
Two weeks had passed with no leads on a job. Patricia had been searching
long and hard for new employment only to find a long list of common
rejections. Still, she had found comfort in her new living quarters.
Both Patricia and Bill were gracious, never pressuring her or making
her feel down about taking up space in their home.
"Why don't you get your
stuff out of storage and bring it here?" Jasmine asked her. "We
have tons of space in our garage and it would get you some money back."
Two weeks later, and with
no more job prospects, she finally agreed to bring her things to the
"What are you doing?"
Bill asked his wife as she lay on the thick comforter that draped over
their bed. "I know you're up to something."
Jasmine grinned and tilted
her head, flipping her hair. "Why Bill, whatever gave you that
"You aren't this friendly
to Patricia. So what's going on?"
said. "I want to keep her."
"What do you mean 'keep
her'?" he asked.
"I don't know. Maybe
we could keep her as a pet. Like a puppy or something."
Bill smirked, looking down.
"This is my best friend. I love her. I can't do to her what we
do to those other girls. I mean
technically I could, but I won't."
"Didn't you tell me
that Jerry was chastising you about having someone stay here?"
she asked. "Aren't you risking us and Chimera to help a friend?"
"What's that got to
do with it?"
"Didn't you always say
you missed spending time with her?" Jasmine persisted.
"I don't see the point
"Bill, we can keep her
here. You can spend time with her. We can both enjoy her and, to top
it off, it fixes the risk factor of her finding out what we do and letting
the cat out of the bag!"
"No!" he told her.
"It isn't going to happen."
"Fine," she blurted.
"I can still play with
her while you're out of town at that HFM convention."
her alone," he said, taking a seat on the bed and stroking his
wife's long hair. "I don't want any trouble. Remember, she's my
friend. She isn't an experiment or a toy."
"Okay, baby," she
"I'm serious. I am only
going to be gone for two weeks and I don't want anything going on. Okay?"
"Yes, sir," Jasmine
said, saluting and clicking her heels together.
The night was drawing to
a close as dinner found its way to the dinner table. Jovial tones of
old times crossed between the former lovers, spurred on by Jasmine's
prodding. Before long, they had collapsed onto the living room couch,
drunk on wine, memories and the promise of memories to come.
"Kiss me," Jasmine
told Patricia. "I want to see how you kiss."
Giggling, Patricia leaned
in to give her the requested kiss, turning away at the last moment.
"Don't be mad at me
it's not you. I just
I'm just not
"Don't worry it, sweetheart,"
Jasmine smiled. Maybe you can show me how it looks to kiss Bill?"
Patricia turned to Bill,
unsure of her course of action. Her face was red and flush with embarrassment
and drunken excitement at the thought of kissing her former lover -
the man who she felt created her.
Turning to Bill, Jasmine
reached out to take his hand in hers. Pulling him close, she whispered
loudly in his ears. "I want to see you kiss her."
Bill looked towards Patricia
and smiled. Leaning across his wife, he reached his hand to Patricia's
head and gently pulled her to him. Their lips met in a long and wet
kiss. Lingering for a moment, he pulled away and looked to his smiling
"What did you think?"
Bill asked, excited at the possibilities that now ran through his mind.
Jasmine leaned forward and
reached her hand around his head to pull him to her. They kissed deeply,
their excitement adding to the moment. Breaking their kiss, he turned
to Patricia and, with a tilt of his head and a soft word of encouragement,
drew her in for another kiss.
Standing, Bill turned and
headed towards the bedroom. Walking slowly, he began removing his shirt.
"Follow me, girls," he commanded, halting his motion long
enough to glance behind him. "I want you both naked and in my bed."
Patricia, her mind and body
in full submission rose and followed. Briefly, a moment of reason came
to her and she looked back at Jasmine, silently questioning her actions.
"He hates to be disobeyed.
You know that," Jasmine said softly. "We had better do as
muttered, slightly dazed. "He hates to wait."
"You've never been with
a woman?" Jasmine asked, removing her clothes as she followed Patricia
to the bedroom.
"No. I had one go down
on me once, but that's all. I couldn't have done it if he hadn't made
me," the tall girl said.
"What are you going
to do if he orders you to kiss me?"
"I don't know,"
she answered, discarding her shorts.
"Are you saying you
will obey him?" Jasmine prodded, enjoying Patricia's discomfort.
I don't know."
"What if he makes you
go down on me? What if he wants to watch us together?"
Patricia's brow furrowed
and worry pushed her excitement into the background. She stopped for
a moment, unsure of herself.
"He hates to wait,"
Jasmine said, excited at her friend's discomfort. "You know how
"I can't do this,"
Patricia said. "I can't. What if he does want to see us together?
The two women stood in the
hall and watched each other. "Go ahead, then. I understand and
I am sure he will too," Jasmine said.
Patricia smiled and pulled
Jasmine close, relieved. "Thank you. And
I'm sorry. I just
can't do this. Besides, I don't want to be a possible cause for trouble
between you two."
"Trish," she said,
holding the girl by her shoulders. "It wouldn't cause problems.
He isn't the only one who wants this."
I can't. Even
if you are okay with it
.even if you want it
Just then, Bill's slipped
into the hall and his large, powerful and naked frame became fully visible
to the two women. His displeasure was clear by his expression. "Patricia,
get in here, now," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Then, pointing to Jasmine, "I want you on my right and you, Patricia,
on my left. Now, come, my darlings."
Suddenly, Patricia's will
left her and she found herself fall into a dreamlike state and obeying
Bill's command. Jasmine watched amusedly as Patricia's eyes glazed over
and then followed Patricia down the carpeted hallway and into the bedroom.
Bill lay between the contrasting beauties. To his left reclined the
love of his life, Jasmine; petit, buxom and soft. She was his ideal
woman, both in body and mind. On his right, trembling, slightly dazed
and afraid, lay Patricia. Tall, blond and muscular, she was the epitome
of the fabled Amazons. Tonight, he would have them both.
Smiling, Bill put forth his
commands, his baritone voice filling the ears of the two women. "Patricia,
I want you to suck my cock."
Nearly void of will, she
eased her way down his body and took his cock in her mouth, sucking
his already dripping member into her throat.
"Jasmine," he said
, sliding a pillow beneath his posterior and making Patricia hesitate
for a moment. "Eat my ass."
Thrilled, as she always was
when he deigned to command her, Jasmine slipped downward between his
lifting knees. She reached in with her hands, pulling his buttocks apart
and buried her face between the cheeks of his well-toned ass and extended
her tongue to lick the puckered hole.
For a moment, the gaze of
the two women met and they watched as the other performed her ordered
task. Breaking the stare, Patricia looked past Jasmine to the pictures
that lined the walls. Dreamily, she thought of how it might have been
her in those images had she not
Bill groaned, disturbing Patricia
from her thoughts as he pushed her head down, holding her firmly by
her long blonde hair. He began thrusting into the back of her throat,
awash with the pleasure the two women were providing.
With no warning, he pulled
the tall blond from his cock and drew her lips to his. "I still
own you, don't I?" he asked, his voice a breathy whisper.
"Yes," she breathed
back and closed her eyes.
"Auld Lang Syne",
"No," she gasped,
staring into his eyes in the dim light.
"Auld Lang Syne,"
he repeated. Suddenly her body tensed, curling slightly as she fought
off the impending orgasm.
"Please don't. I don't
want to be controlled that way anymore," she begged.
"Auld Lang Syne,"
he said again, his voice more commanding than before.
Muscles clenched throughout
her body and her strength gave way. Suddenly, she climaxed.
"Old Lang Syne,"
Bill repeated another time and another and another.
Again and again, she came,
her will entirely his to command. "Please
" she managed
before another orgasm passed through her body. Another iteration of
'Auld Lang Syne' and she was lost, her body falling into a fit of orgasms,
unordered, unprompted and beyond her control. Patricia cried out after
each climactic moment, eyes begging silently for Bill to stop making
Bill watched sadistically,
his cock hard, while she struggled to gain control of her body. Looking
towards his wife, who no longer performed her assigned duties, he could
see her watching Patricia, mesmerized by his exhibition of control.
Then, as if to demonstrate further control, he winked at his wife.
"Halt!" he commanded,
instantly silencing Patricia's moans.
He waited for a moment, his
hand up, holding Jasmine to silence. Smiling, he watched as Patricia
fell into a near instant and deep slumber, curled up on her side.
"What do you think,
Jaz?" he asked, smiling arrogantly.
"Can we keep her?"
"Hah! Ready for more?"
"More? Oh my God. Yes!"
said, his voice soft but clear.
"Yes Master?" came
her dreamy reply.
"Rub your pussy for
Eyes still closed, half sleeping
and half in delirium, Patricia's right hand slipped between her legs
and began rubbing her pussy.
"How does that feel?"
"It doesn't feel like
anything, Master," she returned.
Because we ruined my pussy,
"Patricia, would you
like your ass filled?" he asked.
Turning to his wife, Bill
ordered she retrieve an inflatable plug from the closet. She nearly
jumped from the bed, running to retrieve the object. Quickly, she slid
open the mirrored closet door, nearly knocking it from its tracks and
shoved her hand into their toy box.
"I have your favorite
toy," he told her as he tapped her thighs. "Lift your legs
Patricia smiled through her
dream-like state and brought her knees to her chest. "Thank you,
Patricia found the plug and
came to Bill with plug held out, much as a child might display a favorite
toy. He directed her to wet the plug with her mouth and then to insert
it into Patricia's bottom.
"How much would you
like to be stretched?" he asked.
"Whatever pleases you,
Sir," she answered.
"Pump it," he ordered
Moans escaped the dazed girl's
lips as the plug began inflating. She grasped at the thick comforter
beneath her and she wiggled her bottom in a vain attempt to fuck the
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes," she hissed.
"So good, Master."
Her eyes fluttered open and
she smiled. "May I cum, Master?"
"Not yet, darling,"
Patricia's need grew and
she wiggled more frantically. "Please, Sir, may I cum now?"
Over and over she asked,
begging for release, each pump adding to her need for release.
"Please, I need to cum
so bad! Please!"
Again, he repeated those
hated words. "Not yet."
"Please," she begged,
her voice becoming ever more frantic "I'll do anything you want!
"Will you eat Jasmine?"
"Then you won't get
to cum," he told her.
For long and long she struggled,
her repeated request for relief receiving the same reply of negation.
Over and over the scene repeated. Finally, unable to resist her needs,
she gave in.
"When she cums I will
let you cum," Bill told her.
"Oh, God, I need to
cum so bad!" she responded.
At Bill's urging, Jasmine
took his place on their large bed. She lay back, spreading her legs.
Bill grabbed Patricia's thick blond hair and pushed her between his
wife's legs. She hesitated for a moment, prompting Bill to wiggle the
fully inflated plug in the girl's ass. Moaning with frustration and
pleasure, Patricia began lapping at the shaven cleft between the tiny
already!" Jasmine screamed.
"Cum for me," Bill
whispered into Patricia's ear.
Suddenly, the room filled
with deafening groans and screams. Jasmine grabbed Patricia's hair and
pulled her against her wet hole. Ejaculate spilled forth from Jasmine's
sex and filled the attending mouth.
"Swallow it! Oh, God,
swallow it!" Jasmine screamed.
Patricia, her mind awash
in pleasure and numb to thought, obeyed Jasmine's command. She slurped
at the gush of liquid that squirted forth and drank in as much as she
"Cum for me," Bill
urged the women.
The room, still filled with
loud moans, reached a larger crescendo than before. The two women screamed
with pleasure, both gushing warm, thick liquid from between their legs.
Then, as suddenly as it had began their orgasms subsided.
Bill reached down and deflated
the bladder, removing it from Patricia's ass, replacing it with his
swollen member. He stroked, long and hard before exploding and filling
her with his own fluids.
"Come over here,"
he said to his wife as he lifted a vacant eyed Patricia to her knees.
Jasmine obeyed, her own eyes giving lie to a similar state.
"Nothing goes to waste
tonight," he told Jasmine, directing her to slide beneath his recent
"Open your mouth and
slide your head under her ass," he told her.
Guiding Patricia so her bottom's
gaping hole was directly over Jasmine's mouth, he told her "Push."
Slowly, a thick flow of liquid
exited her ass, the girl below her receiving it in her open mouth. Repeating
his command, the girl continued to push the warm, milky fluid from her
body and into the waiting mouth below.
Bill kneeled down and whispered
into Jasmine's ear. "Swallow."
Jasmine, her full consciousness
returning to her, swallowed, disbelieving the events which were transpiring.
"Good girl," he
told her. "Now, eat her ass and make her cum."
He pushed Patricia downward,
forcing her to rest part of her weight on Jasmine's face. Once again,
Bill ordered his wife to action. "Eat her ass, my little slut!"
Jasmines eyes widened, emotions
torn between the excitement and anger she felt at such a humiliation.
"Now! I want you to
eat her," he said, his voice deep and stern.
Jasmine ran through the scenario
before her, still angry and excited. She looked up at him and gazed
into his steady eyes. Then, as if guided by some unseen force, she opened
her mouth and began licking and sucking the damp, cum oozing opening.
Patricia's eyes opened wide,
excitement overcoming her body. She shook and moaned, fighting to retain
her balance. The orgasm built quickly and with a sharpness that was
beyond her grasp.
"Please my I cum?"
she cried out.
"Cum for me," Bill
Patricia moaned loudly, squirting
the evidence of her orgasm and covering Jasmine with her juices.
"May I cum?" she
cried out again.
"Cum for me," he
Patricia begged again and
again for release. Again and again she received the command that allowed
her pleasure. Then, as before, pleasurable orgasms turned to unstoppably
painful, locking her body in constant spasms.
"Halt!" he commanded,
mercifully. Relieved, exhausted and delirious, Patricia fell to the
bed, consciousness leaving her.
For many moments Jasmine
lay silent with closed eyes. Her face, neck and chest were covered in
the sticky residue of Patricia's many orgasms. For long and long she
struggled to find her voice, helpless for ought but blurred vision.
At long last, she turned over and propped herself up on her elbows staring
up at her husband. Bill watched, amused at his wife's dreamy state.
Rarely had he seen her this way and he wanted to catalogue the moment.
"God, I came so hard,
Bill," she whispered. "Fuck, Bill, why didn't you tell me
she was like this?"
"We never got that far,
"Bill," she said,
still whispering. "Can we keep her?"
Bill stood at the stove making breakfast. The apron he wore protected
the suit that told of an impending business trip. Jasmine sat at their
large dinner table admiring his dashing form, noting how the suit conformed
to his powerful physique with prurient enthusiasm and wondering which
made her hungrier; the smell of the food, her husband or the girl who
still rested on their large bed.
"How long will you be
gone?" she asked him, thoughts of their previous night still dancing
in her head.
"Well, Chimera has found
a new market. I have to find out if it's safe or not," he said.
"Once again, my dear
husband, how long?" she asked, her voice tinged with mock frustration.
"Two weeks, maybe four.
It all depends on how Research did their research."
"Wise ass!" she
said. "We do good work and you know it. Just get back as soon as
"I will babe. You know
that," he replied, bringing two plates to the table. "Milk
or orange juice?"
"Orange juice. Thanks."
After returning with their
beverages, Bill sat down to eat. He thought to broach the happenings
of the previous night but thought better of it. Unsure of what to say,
he ate silently.
Jasmine sat across from him,
her hands fumbling in her long dark hair. Like her husband, she was
unsure of what to talk about. She had asked repeatedly if they could
keep Patricia as their pet and received a plethora of negative answers.
Still, she wasn't one to give up so easily.
"Bill, what if she wants
us to keep her?" she began. "You saw how she reacted. She
loved every minute of it."
"Don't be so sure. I
could always get her to do anything I wanted. You may find her a bit
less enthusiastic over last night than you are."
"What if she does though?
Can we keep her then?" she asked again.
Smirking, Bill chewed in
"You had fun, Bill.
So did I. She certainly seemed to have fun."
I don't think it's exactly
wise of us to keep someone here. We don't live on any company properties
and I don't think Chimera would approve. Hell, Jerry gave me hell for
even allowing someone to stay here," he told her.
"What if she wants to
stay and wants to get some mods?" she said, undaunted by his words.
"She would be a perfect pet. We could make her our puppy."
"No, baby. Keep your
pets at the office," he said. "Besides, she is my best friend
our friend! Do you think it's right to keep our closest friend in captivity?"
"You aren't listening
to me. You know how she likes to serve, Bill," she pleaded. "She
might enjoy being our puppy even more. Can't you give her a chance to
make that decision? I mean, she doesn't have to know the full extent
of what we can do right off. We can work it in after we find out how
far she wants to go."
Bill finished his breakfast
and wiped his mouth with a napkin, considering Jasmine's words. "Tell
you what. You can ask if she wants to be our pet. If she doesn't want
well, that's it. No more talk of it. Got it?"
"That's all I wanted,
Bill," Jasmine said, satisfied.
"I have to run. Come
give me a kiss and I'll see you in two weeks or so. Okay?"
"Love you, baby,"
she said, falling into his arms and kissing him.
"Miss me lots, k?"
he said smiling.
"I miss you already.
Jasmine watched as Bill's
car pulled from the driveway and turned down the road. Already her mind
was spinning with possibilities.
said in a lilting voice, heading towards the bedroom. "Would you
like to be our pet? I knew you would."
Patricia lay on their bed curled into a tight ball, covers pulled around
her. Jasmine noted the innocence the girl seemed to possess, admiring
the beautiful brown hair that cascaded across the pillow on which her
Im going to keep
you, Jasmine thought, as she approached the bed. Like it
or not I am going to keep you, one way or another.
She slipped on the bed and
stroked a hair from the girl, noting the gentle slope of her nose and
her perfect lips. So beautiful, she murmured.
Patricia stirred, her eyes
fluttering open. A smile crossed her lips before the memory of the last
nights events came flooding back. Slowly, she pulled back from Jasmine
and pulled the covers up to her chin.
she blurted. Why?
Because we wanted it.
Because we cant resist him, she answered.
Oh God, I didnt
want that, she said, her eyes tearing up.
Come on, its
not so bad. We all enjoyed it when it happened.
said as her tears began streaming down her face. I didnt
want that. No. Please dont hate me but I really didnt want
I dont hate you.
I love you. We both do, Jasmine answered. Look, why dont
you take a shower and get dressed. I have breakfast waiting. If you
want, we can talk. Or
you dont have to talk if you dont
want to. Its okay. Trust me.
Nodding her head, she smiled
a shallow but agreeing smile.
Hot water streamed over Patricia
as she stood in the shower washing away her tears. She was sore from
the previous nights orgy. Every move she made was accompanied
by pain thanks to the many orgasms she had endured last night. There
was also the nagging need to clean herself out. It had been a full day
since her last enema and she was desperately in need. Stepping from
the shower, she reached for her bag of personal items and retrieved
the enema bag that accompanied her everywhere. It had been years since
she had been able to eliminate her wastes in a normal manner and it
humiliated her terribly that her life was so impacted.
As she finished her necessary
chore she recalled events of times past. Bill learned to control her
early on in their relationship. Once he had taken that control he had
used it to full extent. There was nothing he could not make her do.
Body or mind, he had total control, even after years of merely being
friends he could use her like a puppet and, knowing him a she did, Patricia
feared that if she stayed in his home any longer she might lose herself
to Bills control once again.
Ill explain it
to Jasmine over breakfast and then leave, she told herself. God,
I hope she understands.
Patricia sat nervously, eating
the generous repast provided. Over and over, she re-wrote the monologue
she intended to deliver to Jasmine, hoping and praying she would understand.
began. I know youre still nervous about last night. I want
you to know that its okay. I wanted it, too. So, stop your worrying.
Jaz, its not
that, she started, nervously moving her food about the plate.
He has too much control. Thats why it ended for us. I was
losing myself. Last night
last night was a perfect display of how
much control he has over me. I just cant stop him.
He has that way,
Jasmine responded. He can do it to me, too.
Not to the degree he
can do it to me. I mean, has he ever taken away your will? Have you
ever lost your personality and been unable to function without him telling
you what to do? Patricia asked.
No, but when he turns
on that voice
well, I cant resist.
But, that isnt what I mean. Jaz, when he and I were together I
lost myself. I couldnt function without him, she said, looking
past Jasmine and out the window. I didnt
able to even eat or use the bathroom without him telling me to. He had
me so brainwashed that I was ready to
to have sex with a dog. He
convinced me I wanted to
and I did want to. I begged him to let
me have a dog. I just dont exist when he is around
when he starts in on me. I just fade away.
Its okay. It
was just one night.
No, Jasmine, it wasnt,
Patricia pleaded. If he did it once he will do it again. He made
me beg to go down on you, Jaz. I hated it. I didnt want to do
it. But, Jaz, I did it. I begged for it. If I stay here. If I am here
when he gets back and he decides to work on me
I wont exist
anymore. Ill just fade away turn into a doll or a pet or
whatever he wants me to be.
There is more, though,
Patricia continued. When we were in that moment
told me to swallow your cum, Jaz
I did. Not because of him but
because, when I am in that state of mind I just do what Im told.
Im like a robot an automaton. I cant go down that
Are you saying you
want to leave? Jasmine asked.
No. Im saying
I have to leave.
Where would you go?
Patricia was silent for a
long moment. I dont know. All I know is that, if I want
to be me and not something he turns me into, I have to leave.
You cant just
leave, Trish. You dont have enough money to get a place and, with
no job, even if you had money, nobody would rent to you.
I know. But living
on the street is better than disappearing entirely, Patricia said.
I have to go. Im sorry. Just know that it isnt you.
Jasmine thought for a moment.
Is there any way I can convince you not to go? I dont want
you on the street.
No, Jaz. I have to
go, Patricia said.
The two sat in silence as
Patricia finished her breakfast. Eventually, and after finishing breakfast,
Patricia stood and excused herself. Thanks for everything, Jaz.
Really, I appreciate it. I think I am gonna gather my things and head
For a long moment, Jasmine
waited at the table. This was far from her plan and she had hoped the
girl would stay long enough for Bill to return and make her more pliable.
Realizing that nothing she said would change Patricias mind, she
decided to take immediate action.
Hey, Trish, she
called out, following after the girl. Look, there is no hurry
to go right now and I am never entirely comfy in the house alone. Would
you do me a favor and stay until Bill is due back? I can take you wherever
you want to go when youre ready. Besides, Bill is gone for at
least two weeks. Thats a little more time to find a job and a
place to live.
replied. A few more days wont hurt, I guess. Besides, it
will give me time to figure things out a bit.
Satisfied with her answer,
Jasmine headed to her room to make an important video call to her ever
greeted the head of the Chimeras development team. How are
Ah, Jasmine, my dear. I am
quite well. What brings this unexpected pleasure? Jerry replied.
Well, Jer, there is
an interesting development in our household.
I do hope she is leaving,
my dear, Jerry told her. I know you are careful but I dont
want our enterprise at your end to be endangered.
Actually, she has decided
to stay as our pet, Jasmine lied.
As your pet?
Jerry asked, surprised at the development.
Yes. She was rather
excited at the idea and is looking forward to the possible developments.
Developments, my dear?
Jerry responded, his left eyebrow raised. Just how much does she
Not much. But her recent
conversation with me revealed she has a bit of an idea what we do and
what we are capable of. She doesnt know that most of it deals
with unwilling subjects, she deepened the lie.
I assume that the idea
of being a pet goes further than merely acting it out?
Im not sure how
far she wants to go or how far we will want her to go, she said.
I dont think I want her to have a dogs snout or tail. I
guess we will come to that bridge when we cross it.
Fair enough, my dear.
So, other than to inform me of this development, what is the purpose
of the call? Jerry asked.
Well, since she is
going to be our pet, I want to ensure that she can be controlled if
she discovers more of what were about.
Jasmine, you arent
telling me something. What is it, Jerry asked, suspiciously.
Jerry, Bill and I had
some fun with her last night. I didnt know it before but she is
a humiliation slut, she answered, her mind processing her upcoming
lie. She doesnt dig chicks, though. Not at all. But she
did like the humiliation of being forced to go down on a woman. She
we thought, that if I had control it would humiliate her
further. You know, if it isnt in her control she can let go and
I see, he said,
taking in her words. Well, my dear, in that case what you want
is a collar that can induce pain via remote or a VPC chip. Which
do you think would best suit your situation?
Hmm, I think the chip
would work best. It just installs under the skin at the base of the
Yes, just below base
of the skull. When triggered it can induce varying levels of pain at
your discretion, Jerry told her. Its relatively easy
to install and it comes with a small gun to help install
it. Just sedate her, position the gun and pull the trigger. It will
take some doing; about ten minutes. But once its installed it
virtually undetectable at least, after the incision heals.
thought. Sounds good. Ill need a syringe and a sedative,
Ill include a
few one time squeeze syringes, Jerry told her.
Is there anything else
I might want? she asked.
Not really, the VPC
chips comes with two remotes and a small Perimeter Emitter, he
Something new, eh?
How does that work? Jasmine asked.
Its a small box
with an LCD readout. Simply program the allowed coordinates, Jerry
explained. If she leaves those coordinates the Perimeter Emitter,
which emits a constant signal, changes its signal output and triggers
the chip. The further she strays from the allowed coordinates the more
pain she receives. Dont worry, it comes with directions.
Okay. Oh, another question,
Jasmine began. I assume the chip is self-powered. Or am I wrong?
Well, my dear, its
rather like a potato clock, he answered. It never needs
One other thing
Jasmine said. What if I want to take her out of the range of the
There is an option
on the box and the remote. All you have to do is enable it and it will
switch the operation mode of the chip, he said. Anything
Could you send over
a puppy kit? You know, the paws, tail, leg sleeves and all? she
Matched to her skin
tone, I assume? Jerry asked.
Ill E-Mail an
old picture to you right away, Jasmine said, already sending the
Jerry glanced down when his
E-Mail client dinged. Thats what I like about you, Jasmine,
youre always prepared.
That I am, boss!
Is there anything else?
No, Jerry, thats
got it. Thanks, so much! Jasmine said.
Think nothing of it,
my dear. Ill have everything sent out immediately, he replied
before clicking off his video.
She shut her video phone
off and slipped onto her large bed, thoughts of the impending capture
filling her thoughts. Excited and wet between her legs, she removed
her clothes and began masturbating furiously.
The smell of breakfast woke
Patricia from her slumber. Stretching, she left her bed and slipped
into her robe before making the trek to the kitchen, slightly afraid
Bill might have come home early from his trip.
asked when she saw Patricia enter the kitchen.
said. If its half as good as it smells I may snap it from
your fingers like a wild dog!
Bad girl! Jasmine
admonished, relishing the omen of things to come.
Yes, but when I am
bad I can be so good! Patricia replied with a laugh.
Sit down. Ill
bring it all over in a sec, she was told.
You got it.
Patricia, I was wondering
Jasmine began. And I hope you arent upset by my asking but
what is it exactly that you are so afraid of with Bill?
Jaz, you dont
know what he can do to me, Patricia said in a serious tone. You
dont know how susceptible I am to him. Its like I disappear;
become an object whatever object he wants me to be. I lose everything
personality, my drive, my wants and needs. Jaz, I lose everything that
makes me who I am.
Bill told me it was
you who left him, though, Jasmine responded. You couldnt
have been completely gone.
Patricia frowned and looked
away, remembering her life with Bill. Jasmine, because of Bill
I cant cum today without being ordered to do so or without someone
saying Auld Lang Syne and I havent been with him for
years. Because of him I thought that ruining my
well, you know,
was a good idea. I can barely feel it when something is inside of me.
There were other things, too; things with worse consequences.
What do you mean?
God, I cant believe
Im going to tell you this, she said, her face reddening
Hey, Trish, were
friends. You can tell me anything. You should know that, Jasmine
Okay. He gave me enemas.
A lot of enemas. At first it was just occasionally. After awhile it
got to be twice a day. As if that werent enough, he kept me plugged
constantly. When one plug got comfortable he gave me a bigger plug.
It got so I was never without one.
Jasmine put their breakfast
on to the table and eased herself into the seat across from Patricia.
Thats kind of erotic. I sort of miss the days when Bill
and I engaged in that sort of thing.
It was erotic. Fuck
if it doesnt turn me on when I think about it, she admitted.
But Jasmine, I cant go to the bathroom like most people
I dont understand,
Jasmine said. Some sort of psychological block?
No. Thats not
it, Patricia said. It started with the enemas. I couldnt
go without them. But then the stretching
Jaz, I lost the ability
to push. The stretching did something to the muscles in my
butt. I spent so much time getting stretched and being filled that I
have no control at all. Whats more, I am extremely sensitive down
there. I get so fucking aroused when I give myself enemas that I can
hardly stand it.
Patricia listened, aroused
by the details being presented, imagining the scenarios. Even
after so many years?
Fuck, this is embarrassing,
Patricia said. Its not so easy, Jaz. I mean, I could go
I could go if it built up. It would push out on its own. Or,
I think it would. Thats why I keep myself plugged if I cant
give myself an enema.
What do you mean?
Jasmine asked, wanting more details.
is hard to say. When I left Bill I was plugged and had been getting
an enema twice a day, she said, her face reddening more. But,
since I couldnt go to the bathroom normally, I had to keep giving
myself enemas. But because I had no control, I kept myself plugged so
I wouldnt have an
So, you are in the
same shape now as you were years ago? Jasmine asked, becoming
more aroused. Youre plugged right now?
Yes and no. I mean,
I still use the enemas, but Im not plugged now, Patricia
said. If I think I wont be able to give myself another enema
I plug myself so I dont have an accident.
Here is what I dont
understand, Jasmine said. Why didnt you just get some
adult diapers for awhile
until your ass got back into shape?
I did. It didnt
work, Patricia replied. I was able to go. But, I wasnt
able to go until it got to be kind of painful. When it got better I
still had no control. Finally, after a few months of that, I decided
I would rather be plugged and deal with enemas than
well, it was
not pretty. So, I do the enemas and, when I have to, the plug.
Jasmine lied. I guess Bill sort of left you with a
Sorry. That wasnt a joke.
Dont worry. I
know you wouldnt say anything to hurt my feelings. Besides, its
my fault, too, Patricia sighed, sipping at the juice Jasmine had
I guess, Jasmine
whispered. Trish, I want to ask you a question. I know it may
seem odd but I want to ask it and see what you say.
Sure, what is it?
You say you fade around
Bill and sort of lose your personality. Is it a bad thing or a good
thing? I mean, does it feel good?
Patricia smiled distantly.
It feels good. It feels so good I never want to come back.
Trish, not to be harsh
but you dont have anyone but me and Bill. We love you and I am
pretty sure you love us, Jasmine said.
Of course I do,
Patricia said, smiling. You guys are wonderful.
What would be the harm
of staying here indefinitely? I mean, I know you arent into girls
but I think we could be your family and I noticed that what happened
didnt seem to turn you off.
Jaz, I appreciate what
you are saying and its nice to know you feel that way about me.
But, I dont like girls and it was a turn off, Patricia told
her. Its just that
when he turns on that voice; when
he commands me
it just turns off my brain and turns on my sex drive.
Anything he tells me to do sounds good, even if
if I dont want to do it
Okay, so youre
a bit of a humiliation slut. Whats so bad about that? He can do
that to me, too, Jasmine said.
Its not the same
for you, Patricia pleaded. He doesnt make you forget
who you are and he cant make you want to do things you really
dont want to do or make you believe youre something you
Jasmine sat quietly, deciding
what to say next. Despite her plans to force her friend into slavery
she still hoped to convince her to stay and be their willing sex toy.
began, her voice soft. I dont want to be a thing; not even
for people I love as much as you guys. I want to be a woman. I want
to be treated like a woman, I dont want to be reduced into some
sort of mindless toy. And I know Bill. He would make me a thing or an
animal or I dont know what.
Trish, and I am not
accusing you of lying, but I just cant imagine anyone having that
kind of power over another human being. What youre suggesting
he can do to you is hard to imagine, Jasmine told her as she continued
her friendly interrogation.
Wiping her mouth with a napkin,
Patricia smiled. Jaz, have you seen that coffee table with the
You mean the slave
table that exposes part of your back? The one with the places you can
put your arms and legs in and be locked into?
He had me in it for
a month, Jaz. I never once complained. He fed me with a tube that fed
directly into my stomach, Patricia told her. I had a catheter;
a bag for pee and some sort of pump that filled my intestines with water
and then sucked it out. When he was gone he had me chanting I
am a table, an object of convenience over and over. Jaz, I thought
I was a table. I really did.
What happened when
he took you out?
I dont really
know. Mostly, there was confusion, Patricia admitted. I
do remember feeling like I must have done something wrong. I couldnt
really think and it took me forever to make simple decisions.
You really believed?
Jasmine said, doubting her friend.
Yes, Jaz, I did. I
remember that, when he sat a beer on the table on me or
ate on me, I was happy and proud. When he changed me back I was sad.
Then, when I realized how easily I had become a thing I was sad. I was
proud, too. Mostly, though, I was sad because it was so easy to make
me forget who I really was.
See that? Jasmine
said. You didnt really forget. You just let go.
I forgot, Jaz. It took
several weeks for me to remember who I was. Cant you understand?
Whenever he made me be something I became that thing. And each time
it was longer, Patricia said, exasperated. Think about it,
Jasmine, I still cant cum unless someone says Auld Lang
Syne or tells me to cum. And
you dont know this but
I see Bill I sort of go a little blank and wait for him to tell me what
to do. He just
he programmed me too well.
Realizing her opportunity,
Jasmine nearly jumped, asking Does it work when anyone says Auld
Lang Syne or just when he says it?
Patricias eyes widened
for a moment and she let out a small staccato grunt, a small orgasm
radiating out from her sex. Its when anyone says it.
What about if someone
tells you to cum? What if I told you to cum? Would you cum? Jasmine
I dont know.
I feel kind of guilty
for being so curious about this, Jasmine lied. Can I try?
Just to see?
Patricia smiled and cocked
her head and smiled. Do I sense a bit of a dominatrix coming out?
Call it professional
curiosity. Bill likes to control everything in our sex life especially
my orgasms. I saw how he controlled yours and, well, I sort of want
to see if it could be used by anyone else or just him.
Thats all, huh?
Are you sure you arent testing me to see if you can have a similar
effect as Bill? Patricia joked, unsuspecting of her friends
true intentions. Go ahead and give it a try. You already know
that Auld Lang Syne works.
Cum for me, Jasmine
said. Looks like it doesnt work.
One more time. I think
I might not have said it right, Jasmine said.
Patricia laughed. Okay.
One more time.
Cum for me, Trish.
Cum for me now, Jasmine commanded, her voice steady, deep and
Patricia winced slightly
as she fought off the urge to climax. Nope. Doesnt work
when you say it, she lied.
Well, we still have
New Years Eve, dont we? Jasmine laughed, ignoring Patricias
replied, laughing back. Finish your damned breakfast.
Patricia studied the screen of her laptop computer, making use of the
internet to discover new job openings. At first, she had gone to various
companies to apply for work but all had directed her to their websites.
We have an online form, they had all informed her. Since
then her efforts had been fruitless and she was beginning to despair
of ever finding new employment. Just the same, she was determined. She
could not stay here; not with the sort of power Bill held over her and
certainly not after discovering that Jasmine could apparently induce
her to orgasm on command. As she saw it, remaining here was far to risky
Jasmine, on the
other hand, was suffering from tremendous excitement. Initially, when
she had decided how she would enslave her friend, she had tried to work
a scheme to get her to wear the proximity collar Jerry was sending.
Now, she knew, there was no need.
it will be to tell her my plans and then reduce her to a quivering mass,
she thought. God, I hope she fights it.
A minor pang of
guilt crossed her emotions as she stepped into her bathroom and switched
on the shower. It was quickly replaced with visions of an enslaved and
unwilling blond Amazonian queen and she began to masturbate furiously
under the showers warm waters.
The doorbell gave
her a start, freezing her hands where they worked. A thrill ran through
her body, making her tingle. Jasmine then burst out of the shower, throwing
on her robe and sprinting to the door.
gonna cum! she thought before reaching the door.
Dripping wet, she
opened the door to receive her package. Moments later she was padding
on bare feet back to her bedroom, nearly bursting with excitement.
Quickly, she opened
the package and withdrew the contents, water dripping everywhere. Jasmine
pushed aside the various makings of the puppy kit and pulled out the
small box containing the VPC chip. She pushed aside the chips
accompanying paperwork and found the small box that would soon control
Patricias area of movement. It was smaller than she had imagined
but appeared to be simplistic in its operation. Then, noticing that
she was still dripping, she packed up her prize and headed back to the
After drying and
clothing herself Jasmine headed to her computer. The two weeks she would
have to be alone with Patricia, she determined, was not enough time
to ensure the girl would be entirely under her control. Thus, she determined
to add a few extra stops to her husbands trip. She had already
been investigating three other buyers for Chimeras wares and had
determined them to be safe enough for Bill to investigate first hand
and, after only two hours of work, had added them to his schedule. Only
twenty minutes after completing her work she received a phone call from
Bill, confirming his added detours and the three extra weeks she would
have to completely immerse Patricia into life as her slave.
Now I can
concentrate on my puppy girl, she whispered to herself, running
her fingers between her thighs.
After shutting her
computer down she gave her attention to the small box that would lead
to her friends enslavement. She reviewed the short set of directions
that accompanied the box intently, impressed by the ease with which
it was set and even more impressed with the fact that it used global
positioning, geographic coordinates and a small laser to for area mapping.
The small keyboard and generous memory even allowed for her to map out
her entire house should she choose to do so. In effect, she could allow
Patricia the run of the house, roam a room or even limit her to a small
portion of space within a room.
There were also
settings that could limit her intended captive to a life of silence
under the threat of pain.
Finally, she read,
the proximity box contained a small rechargeable battery that allowed
for up to forty-eight hours of use without an exterior power source.
It was, she determined, quite ingenious.
in being prepared, Jasmine took the opportunity to map the majority
of her household. Once complete, she took the small box into her office,
set her preferred coordinates and checked the remote to ensure it was
operating properly. Then, nearly giddy with anticipation, she plugged
it into the wall socket and headed to her room.
would you come here for a sec? she hollered as she entered her
A few moments later
Patricia poked her head into the room, smiling. Whats up,
duck? she asked.
be back for five weeks. He had to take an unexpected detour on his trip.
Anyhow, I wanted to ask
tell you something. Well, both, Jasmine
I want to
keep you, Jasmine said.
What do you
mean? Patricia asked, perplexed.
Look, the other night was wonderful and I decided
that we want to keep you.
Keep me? Not
very funny, Patricia said, surprised by her friends poor
taste in humor.
We want you
as out pet, Trish, Jasmine answered.
I think I am just going to pack my shit and get out of here, Patricia
said, finally realizing her friend was serious. I cant believe
you would even suggest it after what I told you. Thanks for everything
but I gotta go.
I was afraid
you would react this way, Jasmine answered, not sure if she was
pleased or disappointed with her friends response.
Not as disappointed
as I am, Jaz. I thought you understood. Im gonna get my stuff
and head out, Patricia said.
Jasmine drew a deep
breath and then uttered Auld Lang Syne, making Patricia
wince as a small orgasm overtook her.
What the fuck
do you think youre doing? Patricia spat angrily as she left
the bed to head for the door.
Again, Jasmine said
the phrase. This time, the orgasm Patricia felt was more powerful and
slowed her progress.
do that! Patricia said, screamed.
Syne, Auld Lang Syne Jasmine said more forcefully.
Patricia cried out as she doubled over in the throw of a powerful orgasm.
Jasmine spat out
the phrase again, making the girl sink to her knees with another powerful
orgasm. Repeatedly then, Jasmine spat forth the phrase. Patricia swore
at her friend as her body defied her wants. There was no stop to it;
no sympathy from the small woman. There was only the repeated phrase
and crippling orgasms.
Patricia pleaded, after sinking to the floor. Why are you doing
this to me?
want you, Trish, she was told. I fell in love with you;
with the notion of having you as my pet the moment I saw what you were
Patricia cried, grunting as, unbidden, another orgasm swept through
have just given over when I asked you to, Trish, Jasmine said
before uttering the phrase another time.
Patricia fell to
her side as another orgasm swept through her body. She stared up at
Jasmine, eyes pleading for the torment to halt. Finally, determined
though she was, she realized the utter hopelessness of her battle. There
was little she could do to halt her friend from uttering the orgasm
inducing phrase and even less control over her bodys response.
Helpless, humiliated and knowing there was no hope of gaining control
over her body she gave over and allowed her body to climax without fight.
watched her friend writhe on the floor, shuddering with repeated orgasms,
tears falling from her eyes. For long and long, Jasmine watched Patricia
shudder on the floor, occasionally seeing glimpses of emotional pain
when the girl managed to open her tear filled eyes. At long last, and
after nearly thirty agonizing minutes, the orgasms subsided.
Patricia lay on
her side, legs pulled up so she resembled a new born child. Her eyes
were vacant and her breathing shallow. Unsure what to make of it Jasmine
uttered the controlling phrase and received no response.
are you all right? Jasmine asked. Again there was no response.
Noting her friends
near catatonic state Jasmine calmly turned and strode to the bed. After
pulling the packaging off the squeeze syringe she plunged the needle
into Patricias shoulder. Minutes later the girl was unconscious
and ready for the next stage in Jasmines plan.
Patricia woke to the sound of running water and found herself naked
and swaddled by a thick, warm comforter. How long she had been unconscious
she had no idea. There was only an impending sense of doom if she didnt
flee immediately. She would have to be swift, she knew. So she slipped
from the bed, quiet and careful, knowing she would be lost if Jasmine
heard her; enslaved by her own body and its reaction to hearing the
phrase of Auld Lang Syne. As she neared the door she felt
a sharp tingling down her spine. Then, stepping through the doorway,
she screamed; felled by a sharp, debilitating pain.
from the bedrooms attaching bathroom and watched Patricia writhe
on the floor in the hallway. Finally, she said Get back into the
room, Trish. The pain will go away once youre back in the room.
herself to ignore the horrible pain only to find it increase as she
inched further from the door. Only three feet from the door and with
her body reeling in pain, she could take no more, and returned to the
room from whence she came.
Let me explain
something to you, Trish, Jasmine said. You no longer have
any control over your body. If you piss me off if you try to
leave I can make you feel pain like you never imagined. I dont
need to make you cum. Do you understand?
Patricia growled through the pain.
Yes, you will
fuck me, Trish. I intend on making very good use of your very skilled
tongue and any other part of your beautiful body that pleases me,
Jasmine said, her voice arrogant and assured. Now get up and kneel
Patricia stood slowly
and began to walk towards Jasmine. Then, with surprising quickness,
she rushed forward and smote her tormentor with closed fist, felling
her instantly. Quick to act on her advantage, Patricia grabbed the smaller
woman by her long hair and dragged her across the room, throwing her
against the wall.
though she had been, felt fear as her captive assaulted her. Again and
again she felt the strength of the other womans fury. Blow after
blow fell on her tiny frame, fists and feet finding their mark time
and again, making her fear for her life. Only when she was certain she
might die did she remember her lone key to her surviving this attack.
Syne, she screamed. Auld Lang Syne!
in her assault for a brief moment. It was then that Jasmine realized
the power of the words as she had not realized before. Again and again
she repeated the phrase, making her assailant groan and slow her assault.
No, you bitch!
It wont work, Patricia cried out. It wont fucking
save you! Do you hear me?
out the phrase again and again, drawing Patricias ire and making
her more determined and ever more desperate. Slowly, and after repeated
and frantic repetition of Auld Lange Syne, the blows began
lessening in strength and frequency until, at long last, they ceased.
Jasmine yelled a final time.
It was over. Patricia
slowly backed away from the crumpled Jasmine, her body shaking beyond
her control, eyes filling with tears.
she cried weakly, falling to the floor. No.
her erstwhile assailant through her own tears. Relief washed over her,
despite the pain she now suffered. She had won. Even Patricias
angry determination was not enough to overcome her training and she
was helpless to continue her assault. The lesson Jasmine had learned
that night was not one she would forget.
Hours later, Patricia
woke from her orgasm induced delirium to find her arms had been well-secured
behind her back and with her wrists held high between her shoulder blades.
It was not an unfamiliar position for her to be bound. Bill had bound
her in this position many times before after discovering her extreme
flexibility. Nonetheless, it was uncomfortable and painful after living
so long without such bondage. It was then, bound on Jasmines large
bed, that Patricia realized she had lost her last chance at freedom
and she knew it would only be a matter of time before Bill, or even
Jasmine, would make full use of her suggestibility and make her over
into what they wished, no matter how she fought..
I see youre
awake, Trish, Jasmine said as she exited the bathroom.
her head to see a bruised and battered Jasmine step into her view.
kicked my ass, Trish, she admitted, turning to the mirror to examine
one of many bruises.. I dont know what I would have done
if your trigger hadnt worked. You really scared the hell out of
I would have
killed you if I could have, Patricia replied.
I know. Thats
why you arent going to be using your arms for quite a long time.
In fact, I may have them amputated after I re-train you, Jasmine
told her. You do know Im going to re-train you, dont
came the tearful reply.
You know I
can do it, dont you? Jasmine asked.
Yes, I know.
How do you
know, Trish? How is it you know that I personally can re-train you?
Jasmine asked, curious that there was not more resistance..
you how he did it. Didnt he?
he did, Jasmine answered. That doesnt explain how
you know I can do it.
eyes filled with tears as she looked away from Jasmine, hiding her face.
Jasmine said, realizing the truth. I thought you didnt dig
Patricia replied, resenting the exposure of her secret.
women got to you, didnt they? Jasmine asked, her voice demanding
No. I got
away from them before they could do anything. I never let them do anything,
women had the same effect Bill has, didnt they?
Humiliated at the
revelation, Patricia could only weep into the comforter beneath her,
uttering an ashamed Yes.
I have that
effect, too, I noticed. You almost came when I told you to, didnt
you? Jasmine persisted. You felt it building when I told
you to cum. I saw it. You thought I didnt see it. But I have that
effect on you too. Dont I?
Look at me,
Trish. Look at me and tell me the truth, Jasmine demanded.
Patricia began, turning her head to look Jasmine in the eye, you
have that effect. Are you happy?
Jasmine eased her
way to the bed and sat beside her captive, gently stroking the girls
long blond hair. Youre mine now, Trish. Soon, you will be
a properly obedient puppy. Thats what I plan for you. You will
bark, do tricks and eat from a dish. I hope you can learn to enjoy it.
I really do. If you dont, well, Im sorry. Its going
to be your life.
up at Jasmine with sad eyes. Please dont. I dont want
to be a puppy.
Tell me, Trish,
how often did Bill bind you this way?
A lot. I dont
Patricia answered weakly.
He loves this
position, you know. I imagine he kept you this way for long periods
of time, didnt he? Jasmine asked, stroking the girls
Tell me how
long he would keep you this way, Jasmine said, insisting on finding
answer to all her questions.
know how long, Patricia replied. Please let me go, Jaz.
questions. Cooperation is very advisable, Jasmine said as she
surreptitiously triggered the remote in her hand.
Feeling an unpleasant
tingling, Patricia began speaking rapidly. A long time. I dont
know. It was a few months. Maybe more. But not as long as a year.
A few months?
Yes. A few
months, Patricia said.
it left your arms a bit weak. That must have been difficult for you.
Why was it
difficult for you? Jasmine continued.
Why are you
doing this to me? Why do you want to know these things?
Jasmine smiled and
raised the remote once again. I am doing it because it pleases
me, Trish. Now, I suggest you answer my questions.
A minor tingling
of pain traversed Patricias body, reminding her, yet again, of
Jasmines ability to cause her pain.
How are you
doing that? Patricia yelled in fear and frustration.
the question, Jasmine replied, increasing the pain level.
answer, Ill answer! Patricia said hastily. Ill
enjoying the girls stress. Good girl. Now tell me what was
so difficult about keeping your arms bound behind your back for so long
When he released
it was impossible
I couldnt move them from behind
my back, Patricia admitted.
me more, wont you?
use my arms. They stayed behind my back until he helped me. When he
brought my arms from behind me it hurt and I could still barely use
them, she admitted. It took a long time to really be able
to use them. Does that satisfy you?
How long did
he leave them behind your back unbound, my pet?
know. Maybe it was a week but not longer, Patricia answered.
So, even after
you were free you were helpless? Jasmine raised a single eyebrow,
fascinated by what she was learning.
Do you think
you would ever have been able to use them if he hadnt helped you?
know, Patricia said crying.
Answer me, my precious little puppy, Jasmine said.
I couldnt use them at all. They were stuck there. I could barely
feel them and I couldnt move them, Patricia cried. If
he hadnt straightened them out and pulled them to my front I would
still be like that. Is that what you want to know? Is that what you
want to hear? And I am not your puppy!
I just want
answers, dear. Thats all, Jasmines voice was soft.
going to do that to me, arent you? Make my arms useless forever!
Thats what you want to do, isnt it? Patricia cried.
only the start, my pet. I plan on training you as a perfect little puppy,
Jasmine began. I plan on using your suggestive nature to turn
you into a perfect sex toy to use for my pleasure. And all the while,
Trish, I know you will be in there fighting to get out while knowing
you never will. Thats what I plan on doing.
her face in the comforter, crying and begging Jasmine not to make her
into a puppy; not to take her arms from her. She begged and begged,
helplessly hoping to convince Jasmine to let her go. At long last her
voice was still and she drifted into memories of her life with Bill
and how she had lost herself before. This time, she knew deep down that
there would be no return, no matter how she fought.
Jasmine studied the silent girl whos face remained buried in the
thick comforter of her bed. She wondered what thoughts ran through the
girls mind. Was she plotting some future fight? Was she resigned
to her future? There was no way to know. Checking the time, Jasmine
decided it must be time for Patricias nightly enema.
Get up, my
pet, she commanded.
Obedient and silent,
Patricia rolled herself to her back and sat up, scooting to the beds
edge, and stood.
Go into the
bathroom and kneel with your head on the floor, Jasmine ordered.
Head down and with
no signs of resistance, Patricia headed to the bathroom and knelt as
an inflatable enema plug and its accompanying accoutrements from Patricias
room, Jasmine followed her captive into the bathroom. Turning on the
water in the tub, she adjusted the temperature before filling the enema
bag and hanging it on the rail of the shower.
time for your enema, pet, she said softly. Bill must have
given this to you. Its specially textured so it cant come
out once its inflated.
no response she lubricated the plug and began inserting it into the
girls ass. Patricia groaned, shuddering as the plug entered her
You told me
you had no muscle control there, Trish, but I had no idea, Jasmine
said, wiggling the plug in the girls surprisingly loose hole.
I cant wait to see your every day plug. It must be huge.
Patricia whispered as her need to climax grew.
at Jasmines continued wiggling of the plug and her need for release
grew with each passing moment. There was only one way to cum
with permission and she was unwilling to give Jasmine the satisfaction
of being asked for the command.
You need to
cum, dont you? Jasmine teased. Not yet, though. Its
time to pump this up and clean you out.
the pump to the plug and began squeezing it repeatedly. Slowly, the
plug inflated, filling Patricias bottom. Filled to near full capacity,
she pulled the plug, ensuring it was securely seated.
a bit more than I expected, princess, Jasmine said. Hmm,
I like that name. I think Ill use it. What do you think, Princess?
My name is
Patricia, came a tight lipped response.
Princess, Jasmine told her as she flipped the valve control and
disconnected the pump from the plug. Now, lets just attach
the enema bag and get this over with, shall we?
Jasmine stood over
the girl, attaching the hose to the plug and then to the enema bag.
A quick turn of the bags valve released the warm water from the
suspended bag. With a steady flow, the water began emptying from the
bag and into the girl below.
a good girl, Jasmine cooed, stroking her new pets head.
I can see that you are already taking to your new roll as my puppy.
I am very pleased.
still as the warm water filled her intestines, remembering her first
enema. Like Jasmine, Bill had had her kneel with her head on the floor
with arms bound in similar fashion as he administered the enema. It
was this remembrance, more than anything, that led to the first true
break in Patricias resistance and she could feel herself drifting
into another realm of consciousness. Determined, she broke the spell,
swearing inwardly that she would not give in to this humiliation as
she had so many times before. As she did so she also realized the utter
futility of her resistance. She knew that it was only a matter of time
before Jasmine, utilizing the knowledge she had gained, would break
later, and after much praise, Jasmine allowed Patricia to release the
water into the toilet beside her.
she commanded, aiding Patricia to sit on the edge of the toilet seat.
Releasing the air through the plugs valve, she quickly pulled
the plug from Patricias ass and pushed her to sit upright. Such
a good girl.
Red with embarrassment,
Patricia sat with head bowed as the warm water rushed from her body
and into the toilet accompanied by more praise and soft caresses. When,
at long last, the humiliating ordeal was over, Patricia was made to
kneel while Jasmine toweled her damp bottom dry.
After bringing Patricia
to her feet, Jasmine led her to foot of her bed and commanded Kneel,
looked upward in silent prayer, praying her ordeal would end. Then,
holding back her tears, she knelt.
got a few commands for you, dear, Jasmine informed her. When
I say Come I expect you to come to me. When I order you
to kneel I expect you to kneel. When I say Down you are
to kneel, if you arent already kneeling, and put your face on
the floor. If I say Stand you are to stand. When I tell
you to cum for me I expect an orgasm. Is that clear?
Shaking, her body
jerking as she wept, Patricia affirmed Jasmines orders with a
Lets try this
out, Princess, Jasmine said. Stand.
now, Patricia stood.
she followed up.
God, why is
this happening? Patricia thought as she knelt.
On and on the commands
continued until Jasmine was satisfied Patricia was properly humiliated.
Good girl, she said, pleased. I think its time
to reward you, Princess. Down, girl.
her head on the ground, staring off into the empty open space of the
room. Waiting silently, she wondered what torture she would be forced
to endure next.
You have been
such a good little puppy that I have decided to allow you some pleasure,
Jasmine said, slipping an overly large dildo into the girls ass.
at the intrusion, her body reacting to the sudden stimulus. Within moments
of the intrusion she was near to climax.
You are such
an anal whore, Princess, Jasmine said. I bet you want to
Jasmine was silent
as she pumped the thick phallus into her captives ass, watching
and listening for the tell tale signs of need. Her wait was short lived.
Almost immediately Patricias body betrayed her and she was returning
each of Jasmines thrusts.
You want to
cum, dont you? Jasmine asked.
Patricia cried out as her ass pushed back against the large dildo.
When you tell
me your name, Princess, I will let you cum, she informed the girl.
In and out, Jasmine
pumped the phallus, amazed the girl could feel pleasure from such a
large toy. She had tried to take it herself one evening but found it
was impossible to do so no matter how much lubrication she used.
Groans escaped Patricias
mouth, defying her wants as her need for release built steadily. Seconds
seemed like hours as she fought her need. She panted and groaned, clenching
her teeth and sweating. Finally, she could take no more and a begging
shout in askance for release escaped her lips.
your name? Jasmine demanded, pumping the dildo harder and faster.
Tell me your name!
said sternly. Tell me your name and Ill let you cum.
Patricia heard. Whats your name?
The dildo pumped
relentlessly, bringing tears of unrelenting need to her eyes.
herself so she could whisper into Patricias ear. Tell me
your name, Princess, and I will let you cum.
Unable to resist
any longer, the need for release being too great, Patricia betrayed
herself. Princess, she grunted.
Tell me your
name is Princess, Jasmine whispered.
My name is
Princess, she said finally, shaking with defeat.
Cum for me,
Princess, Jasmine said softly.
Release; it washed
over her and freed her from distress, rewarding her with immeasurable
pleasure. She cried out and thrust back against the intruding phallus,
pushing it further inside her body.
your name? Jasmine asked softly.
My name is
Princess, she cried.
Cum for me,
Princess, Jasmine ordered.
She climaxed again,
crying out as she gave into Jasmines wants, knowing her failure
and refusing to care.
Again came the question.
Again came the answer and so followed by the command to cum. Again came
the release of pleasure and the fulfillment of need.
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