As they pulled into the long driveway of his private estate, he allowed her to finish. Herman met the doctor's eyes in the rearview mirror and smiled as he heard her gasp and shudder her release. He could tell the doctor felt different about this one. The contempt on his face was absent from the casual acquaintances he sometimes brought home.
He'd prepared his housekeeper and Herman for the new pet's arrival. Both were pleased he had made the decision to purchase a live–in companion. The doctor had been lonely since the Mistress passed away five years ago.
As her new Master led her from the car, Prosperity risked a quick glance at the house. It was a massive structure with pillars and welcoming lights coming through the open front door. An older woman stood in the entryway smiling. "Doctor, this is our new pet?"
"Yes, Louise. Her name is Prosperity."
"I've prepared things as you've requested, Jordan." The older woman moved out of the way as her employer escorted his cloaked purchase into the foyer. "Do you require anything else this evening?"
"No, not until her milking in the morning," the doctor answered.
Prosperity winced. Even this kind looking woman knew her secret. Not that she'd really harbored any thoughts of escape… the casual comment by the doctor dispelled any future hopes of a plan. He led her across the marble foyer to a sweeping, curved staircase. At the end of the hall, double doors opened to a huge master suite and he guided her to large bathroom.
Prosperity squeezed her lowered eyes shut as the doctor unbuttoned the cloak and tossed it into the chute by the door. He brought her to the open shower and took both of her hands in his. Turning them over, he lifted them and kissed her palms. Her core clenched in response to the unexpected tenderness. Jordan latched her wrists together and raised them to the chain hanging over her head. It was long enough for her feet to lay flat on the tiled floor.
Jordan undressed and turned on the water. When he determined it was warm enough, he picked up the hand wand and soaked her. His hands worked shampoo into her long hair. After it was rinsed, he poured fragrant soap on a large sponge and began washing her. His gentle rhythmic strokes triggered her arousal. Prosperity was confused, mind and body, about the feelings she was experiencing.
"That's a good pet," Jordan murmured. He was standing in front of her and pulled her against him while he reached around her to wash her back. She felt his erection press into her belly and trembled. "Shh. You've had an exhausting evening, pet. You need to settle down and relax."
Prosperity couldn't understand what was going on. She'd half expected to be dragged to a dungeon and caged when she learned of her new owner. Instead, she found heated passion beginning to consume her as he held her tight and reached under her bottom with the sponge. She knew he'd notice the slickness of her folds and she continued to squeeze her eyes closed while her forehead rested against his chest.
The sponge slid along her slit and it took awhile for her to absorb that his other arm had pulled her tight against him. A small whimper escaped her lips as her channel began to clench against the sponge.
"Quiet, my pet," he murmured as the sponge dropped to the floor and his fingers continued caressing her slit. Her hips began to slowly rock, and she felt the strain on her raised arms as his fingers worked her pussy, occasionally burying inside her as they passed.
One arm held her still, as the other hand's fingers began to plunge, the thumb stroking her swollen clit. Prosperity panicked as his fingers brought her closer to release. It would be her first orgasm without the aid of the vibrator since her time in the dungeon with the wax, and she was terrified with her humiliation that the doctor should be the one seducing her again. Finally, she whispered, "Master Jordan, may I cum?"
He continued to stroke her back and attend her channel. "Yes, my pet, you may cum." He felt her small shudders along the front of his body, which were not nearly as traumatic as what was forced by the vibrator. Her quick breaths resulted in a gasping moan as he felt her warm liquid drench his hand. He finished washing her and turned off the water.
The doctor dried himself and pulled on a robe. He came back to the hanging girl and lowered her wrists. She stood still while he toweled her dry and sat when he pushed her down onto the vanity chair. He used a squared wooden brush to untangle her hair and walked her back into the suite.
Prosperity didn't understand any of what was happening. After six months of conditioning to perform for the patrons through pain and sex, the one–eighty degree turn of her circumstances was nearly as terrifying. She kept waiting for the doctor to exact payment for his tender ministrations. Jordan was ready for that. When he discovered the beautiful girl was a true submissive in the dungeon, he vowed to make her his own.
He guided her to an overstuffed chair with a pillow at its feet and instructed her to kneel. There was a small bar in the corner and he poured himself a brandy, reached down to light the gas fireplace and sat in the chair. Once more, she found herself kneeling between his spread thighs and looking at the chair. They stayed that way for the half an hour it took her long hair to dry and he finished his drink.
He rose and brought her to the canopied bed and removed her robe. He stripped, lay back on the pillows and held out his arms to her. "Come, my pet."
Prosperity crawled onto the bed and he pulled her down onto his chest. Her eyes filled with confused tears as he stroked her hair for a moment then lifted her chin and kissed her. Jordan registered her trembling as a shift of reality for her and looked into her eyes. "I want to sleep between your lips, in the moist warmth of your mouth." He pushed her head towards his cock and was amused at her eager, accepting response of an abuse she was used to.
He sighed as her lips engulfed his stiffness and her fingers automatically caressed his sack. She'd been trained well, and the attentions were now an instinctive reaction. The training also prevented her from merely resting with his organ in her mouth. A rigid cock was to be serviced…suckled and squeezed dry. He let her have her way while he ran his fingers through her soft hair.
He was deep in her throat when he spilled. Yes, she'd been trained very well. She lifted her head, but remained facing his crotch as she waited for his next order. He pushed her shoulders back down. "I want to sleep between your lips, my pet."
The order was confusing. She began a hard draw to try and arouse him again and he stopped her. "No, my pet. I want you to sleep now."
One arm rested on his chest, the other hand curled around his balls, occasionally caressing or gently squeezing. Her tongue roamed restlessly around the soft flesh in her mouth, and she slept.
Louise quietly opened the door in the morning. Jordan was gazing down at the young woman sprawled over him, caressing her golden hair. She handed the doctor his coffee, and when he leaned forward so she could place a pillow behind his shoulders, she saw the girl's mouth work the staff behind her lips in her sleep.
Jordan pointed towards the chair and Louise sat down as they waited for Prosperity to wake up. It was as Herman had told her. The doctor felt differently about this one.
Prosperity's fist tightened on his chest and she yawned around his shaft as her eyes opened. She lay unmoving until he gave her an order. She studied the room, at least as much of it as she could see from her prone position. It was a very large bedroom with expensive accouterments decorated in rich burgundy and beige. She tensed as fingers trailed through her hair.
"Are you awake, my pet?" His deep voice seemed calm, but she was still afraid to relax. He felt her nod. "Give me my morning kiss, then." He felt her lips release his cock and she pushed herself up to face him.
Prosperity's wide eyes looked into his, distrusting his kindness. He once again pulled her down into a lazy exploration of her mouth, and her body began responding. He released her and chuckled. "You are to do Miss Louise's bidding today. I need to go into the city. I‘ll be back for dinner."
"Yes, Master Jordan."
"I expect a good report," he said sternly. This was what the girl understood. S
trong commands that promised punishment.
Prosperity gulped, "Yes, Master Jordan." She watched in silence as he dressed and left the room, then her eyes swiveled towards the housekeeper.
"Come over here, pet."
Prosperity climbed off the bed and figured the woman wanted her kneeling just as the doctor did. She quivered. Some Mistresses were far crueler than the Masters.
The woman lifted a heavy breast. "The doctor has instructed me to decrease your supply. It will be uncomfortable, but Jordan doesn't want to subject you to injections to dry up your source, after using them to encourage your production in the first place."
Prosperity still couldn't fathom why she wasn't somehow being tortured. She'd suffered the uncomfortable fullness before and it was definitely preferable to the excruciating injections. She remained calm as the woman removed the rings. Instead of pulling her teats, she encased her breast in a pump and carefully watched the output. At three quarters of a cup she switched sides. Prosperity's brows knit as she studied the machine.
When she'd finished, the woman stood with the collected milk and poured it down the bathroom sink. Prosperity started crying. When Louise came back, she saw the pet's distress. "What's the matter, pet? Are you that uncomfortable?"
"I will be punished, Miss Louise, for not having any production."
Louise shook her head. She'd heard from Carmell's housekeeper that the pets were quite literally fucked up, when they were introduced into households. "These are the doctor's instructions. Go use the bathroom. There's a lavender toothbrush in the holder for you."
Prosperity hurried to comply. Orders made her comfortable. She came back in the bedroom holding tissue to her breasts. "Miss Louise, I need my rings."
Louise had placed a light blue halter sundress on the bed. "Come here, pet."
Her mouth fell open as the dress was pulled over her head. Prosperity hadn't had clothes on since the day her clingy black cocktail dress pooled by her feet on the floor of the club's office. Her eyes filled again with the overwhelming shift to a world that she thought was forever out of reach.
Louise reached into the top and placed an absorbent pad over each of her nipples. She put four extras in the pocket. "Let me know if you run out before your noon milking."
"Yes, Miss Louise."
The old woman smiled. "The doctor does not fancy anything covering your bottom, I'm afraid."
Prosperity didn't care. She disappeared in the bathroom and twirled in the dress, paying no attention to her collar and cuffs. Her long blonde hair tamed, she walked back into the bedroom, practically smiling.
"Very pretty, Prosperity. Come with me and I'll show you the house and explain some rules."
"Yes, Miss Louise." She padded behind her barefoot. She paid close attention to the rooms she wasn't allowed in and Miss Louise explained where her kneeling pillows were in the rooms she could enter. They eventually ended up in the kitchen, where Prosperity enjoyed a danish and some juice from her pillow in the corner by the stove.
"Miss Louise?"
"Yes, Prosperity?" The woman was picking out ingredients for dinner.
She knelt on her pillow, twirling the end of her hair. She was a little afraid of the answer to the question she wanted to ask. Finally, curiosity claimed her and she chanced it. "What is Master Jordan going to do with me?"
"You're his pet. He'll do as he wishes with you." Louise was prepared for her confusion. Jordon would handle her training and for her to explain it would only frighten and confuse the pet more. "It's time for noon milking. Run up to the room and bring back the pump."
"Yes, Miss Louise." It felt strange to be running through the big house alone. She passed by the telephones without notice. At the club, the collars would practically shock you unconscious if you touched one. It never occurred to her to test if things were different here. She returned quickly with the pump.
"Unfasten your top." The two soggy pads splatted on the floor and Prosperity blushed as she picked them up and Louise pointed to the trash under the sink. "Do you remember how to do it?" she asked as she plugged in the machine.
"Yes, Miss Louise." Prosperity drained three quarter cups on each side and poured the fluid down the sink as instructed. The woman handed her six more pads. Four went into the pocket of the dress. The two women ate sandwiches and drank iced tea.
Louise brought her out to the garden and she helped her pull a few weeds and collect vegetables for dinner. The phone rang while Prosperity rinsed the tomatoes. "Jordan is on his way up the driveway. I'm going to show you how you are to greet him."
At the news the doctor was returning, Prosperity got nervous again. She followed Miss Louise and stood to the right of the closed door with her hands clasped behind her back and her eyes lowered. When the doctor came in, Louise asked how his day was. After they finished speaking, he walked up to Prosperity. "Welcome home, Master Jordan."
"Thank you, my pet. Have you had a nice day?"
"Yes, Master Jordan. Miss Louise showed me the house and garden." She kept her eyes lowered.
"And you understand how to milk yourself?"
Prosperity blushed. "Yes, Master Jordan."
"I will tell you when I want you to lessen the amount you collect."
"Yes, Master Jordan."
Louise called out from the kitchen. "Dinner will be in half an hour, Jordan."
"Thank you, Louise. I'll be in the study." He ran a hand down Prosperity's arm. "Follow me, my pet." As they headed to the library, he added, "That dress is very pretty on you."
"Thank you, Master Jordan. Miss Louise picked it out."
Prosperity located her kneeling pillow as they entered the room. She knelt quietly by the doctor's side after he poured himself a drink and read. When dinner was served, she knelt beside him on the floor, eating from her plate on a low table.
After dinner, the doctor watched her milk herself. When the proper amount was dispensed, he squeezed her breasts. "I think they'll go down quickly. Tomorrow, take only two thirds of a cup from each side."
"Yes, Master Jordan."
He tweaked a nipple and she smiled. His pet was adjusting pretty well to her changes, but he still saw the fear in her anxious eyes as she waited for the other shoe to drop. He knew her months of conditioning at the club had ingrained certain expectations.
"Take your dress off and place it on the dresser." Prosperity stood and did as he asked. "Bend over the arm of the chair. Stretch, I want you on your toes and holding the other side."
Prosperity trembled, but did as he instructed. He reached between her legs and felt the pulse as she lubricated. His strong hand stroked her bottom. "Such a good pet."
Tears spilled onto her stretched arms as she heard the closet door open and shut. "Spread your legs wider apart."
She scooted her feet over so just a few toes reached the floor and her hips rested on the arm of the chair. She heard the familiar whistle of the cane, a pressure on her thighs and then the burn that caused her to wail. Jordan closed his eyes and savored the sound. He'd always loved her screams. He came forward and stroked her slit. It throbbed and she pressed into his fingers.
It was as he'd suspected. All of her sessions had been accompanied by the use of his little toy. Now, Prosperity was so conditioned to orgasming when she was tormented, she automatically responded to the interludes with arousal. Jordan had known from the beginning that the girl was a natural submissive. She refused to let unconsciousness claim her and cause her to miss any tortures.
He'd also known from almost the first time he looked into her frightened blue eyes that he would purchase her when the Masters of the club decided her wish had been fulfilled. He had watched her over the months as she learned to submit to pain. Many nights, he came home with one of the numerous subs he'd met over the years, and envisioned Prosperity's face as he tortured them. None could compare to his pet.
"Prosperity, I am going to keep caning you until you cum."
Her bottom clenched as she prepared fo
r the strike. It whistled across her fleshy cheeks and she shrieked as her hips thrust into the soft fabric of the chair. Jordan could see her muscles squeeze desire as it began to trail down the inside of her left thigh.
His hand drew back and another welt rose on her thighs while she screamed. Her cream was flowing freely now and he knew one more strike would end her suffering.
Her voice quivered in passion, "Master Jordan, may I cum?"
"Yes, my pet, you may cum." The welt raised on her bottom as she exploded in release. Jordan was ecstatic.
He put the cane back in the closet and watched her back shake with her sobs. Jordan removed his cock, straining against his pants since he'd watch her bend over the chair and display herself. He stroked her a few times, centered his shaft, and plunged deep in one thrusting motion.
She gasped and quietly sobbed as she gripped against him. For six months, her core was forced to squeeze its invasions with manipulated arousal. It was as instinctual as her desire to suck when a cock passed her lips. She was perfect, he decided, and roared his release.
He helped her up and wiped the tears coursing down her cheeks. "Pour us a bath, pet. Add the jasmine oil and tie your hair up. There should be clips in the second drawer."
"Yes, Master Jordan." Prosperity dashed to the bathroom and Jordan smiled when he heard the water.
He ordered her to wash him and delighted with the touch of her hands as they roamed over his body. Her look of concentration almost made him laugh. He let her dry him, and she was equally as judiciously attentive, carefully lifting his penis to dab at his balls.
Jordan ordered her to bed. He pulled her into a kiss and felt her begin to relax and respond. When it ended, she immediately lay on his stomach with his cock in her mouth sucking softly until he felt her drift off to sleep with the comfort of her living pacifier in her mouth.
EPILOGUE
Within a month, her milk had dried up. Exercises kept them firm as they returned to their still very well endowed size. Prosperity was finally relaxing and eagerly waited in the foyer for him to return. She still trembled with anticipation, wondering what torment was in store for her. He devised devious methods to arouse the two of them.
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