by Amy Yao
David tilted his head for a second. It was an unconscious gesture.
Of course, Miranda picked up on it. She walked over to him. Gently, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay if you're having doubts. What you are doing does take a degree of courage. You're giving your wife something that she needs, even if she doesn't know it and can't admit it."
"I'm going to enslave her," he said.
"Well, right now, you're going to train her as a puppy. If you're having second thoughts, you could always domesticate her as a different sort of animal."
David thought about it for a moment. His mind shifted back to the menu screen. He didn't know if the employees here actually called it a menu, but the term seemed to fit. After all, he had gone through column after column, making his selections. So many choices.
"Do you have any recommendations?"
"It's a matter of personal preference," Miranda said, "but I do like the idea of Erika as a puppy girl.
"Why?"
This time, it was Miranda's turn to shrug. "Well, while these are sweet. A puppy is probably the most dedicated animal you can have."
"Man's best friend?"
"Something like that. It might be a cliché, and it might sound trite, but there's something to it. And considering that you're looking for a little bit more affection from your mate, it seems like a good idea to try this out."
David smirked, one corner of his mouth cresting slightly. "That's funny."
"Why?"
"When we first got together, she was ridiculously affectionate. She always wanted to be with me, to touch me. I loved that about her."
"What happened?"
"To be honest, I'm not sure."
"You can have it again. You can train her to be utterly loyal, dedicated to pleasing you. Granted, if you keep her as a puppy, she's only going to have her mouth and couple of other spots available for you. Still, the determination will be there."
David shook his head.
"I'm serious. For many of our guests, affection is more important than actual ability. I mean, you always have the option of enslaving her as a maid or something along those lines, but if she's your puppy, you'll never have to wonder what she's thinking."
"I'm trying this," David declared.
"I'm glad to hear it."
"Okay, then how do I train a puppy?"
"Training a dog, especially one as stubborn as your wife, is all about balancing patience with the right kinds of punishments and the right kinds of rewards. Remember, this is new for her, so you don't want to ever get frustrated. Simultaneously, you're going to have to be firm with her. If she steps out of line or disobeys you, then you need to punish her. You are her Master, after all."
"I did enjoy spanking her," David remarked. At the same time, he looked away from Miranda, only he couldn't quite hide that grin. Why not? It was fun. It was fun to admit and think about. Little by little, he was beginning to understand exactly how good it could feel to own his wife. He was enjoying the thought of seeing her down on her hands and knees, crawling, panting, eager to lick.
That's the way it was supposed to be.
He thought of his wife again, her cute nose, the curve of her cheeks, her soft hands, her breasts. Oh yes, she had amazing breasts. He loved the way he could put his hands around those globes, and how responsive she would be. And of course, there are those moments when he would fondle her, and her nipples would betray her. He loved that. There is nothing better than when she tried to pull away, but he would tease her, feeling those little points stiffen under his attention.
In fact, he thought of that one time when she was wearing her dark pants and her blue T-shirt. She was running her fingers through her hair in the bathroom, and he came up behind her. He started to fondle her. He touched her, and she reacted. Oh yes, she reacted. She squealed, trying to pull away. He didn't let her go. Of course, there were all those little signals she could have given, indicating that she really wanted her freedom.
But they were playing. They were teasing one another. And so, he started kissing her. He grabbed her ass and squeezed. He slid one hand down under her panties and touched her.
It was a good memory.
He considered what he was doing with his wife again.
"Are you okay?"
"Sorry," David said, "just getting lost in something of a memory."
"Well, you're going to have a lot more good memories after you train your wife. I can tell. I've dealt with a lot of women. She needs this."
"Okay. Any suggestions for puppy training?"
"Are you ready to do some more tricks for me?" David asked. He was back with his wife. The leather binders kept her on the floor, right where he wanted her. She lifted her head again, glaring at him. "I think my puppy girl wants to play dead."
Her nostrils flared, and she opened her mouth. It was only the shock collar that kept her quiet. And yet, he could still pretty much guess what she would say, curses she would spit out, if only she had been given a chance.
He liked seeing that look on her face, the one that made it abundantly clear she itched to grunt or growl. But she didn't. She wouldn't...sounding like an animal would justify this training, and Erika wasn't allowed real, human words. She wanted to snarl every profanity she knew at him.
And yet, if he checked her right between her legs, she'd be wet. Erika could pretend all she wanted, yet her body would betray her. Again and again and again and again. This was a game, after all, just one his pet couldn't win.
"Play dead," Erika."
She shook her head. This time, he didn't hesitate, nor did he pause. He swung the newspaper down, striking the tip of her nose. That contact didn't hurt. Only then, the collar was activated once more, and that burst of electricity slammed into her. It seemed to jab her from every direction, all at once.
Erika kept waiting for some instance where she might be able to get used to it, where she might be able to adapt and accept this. At some point, she would get used to this treatment; at some point, she would be able to tolerate it.
But no, every defiance was met with fresh punishment, and she squirmed helplessly there on the floor, just like an animal.
"You have to understand that you can't win, Erika. So be a good girl and play dead for me."
For just a second, Erika wanted to screech at him, to tell him that she didn't even know what that was supposed to mean. Only then, she recalled some cartoon she had seen as a little girl. In it, the animated puppy had fallen onto his back and spread his legs. He let his tongue roll out from the side of his mouth.
It had seemed funny at the time, only Erika didn’t know what she was supposed to think now.
"Play dead," he ordered again.
Hissing through her teeth, she rolled onto her back. She spread her knees, exposing her sex.
"Good girl," he said. And for a moment, Erika didn't know what to expect. She didn't know if he was going to touch her or not. Worse, she didn’t know what she was even hoping for. Did Erika want more attention? Or did she want him to stand there, to gaze down at her and watch, silently smirking with amusement.
"Does my girl want a treat? Does she want a reward?"
Erika didn't respond, simply because she didn't know what she wanted. Her desires kept pushing in different directions, different instincts, goals and priorities.
Only then, David crouched down. She had her eyes closed, but she could hear the shift of his clothing. He touched her left breast, squeezing gently. He stroked her nipple. It hardened instantly.
Erika wiggled her hips, almost tantalizingly. It was like she was inviting him to stroke her again.
"Bark for me," he ordered.
"Wruff!"
"There's a good girl. Yes, you're such a good girl. I'm very proud of you, Erika. You know how to be a good girl for me. You know that you belong to me, don't you?"
She opened her eyes, just in time to see him reach down for her pussy. His fingers glided along her opening, teasing her entrance. Little b
umps appeared on her shoulders, along her thighs, and elsewhere. She was excited, the sensations running through her body.
And before she knew it, Erika started to pant.
"That's right, puppy girl. You belong to me because you're a pet. You’re such a good little girl. I'm very proud of you. I can't wait to have you completely trained and tamed. You're going to be so good for me, aren't you?"
David grinned down at her, but Erika didn't know what to do.
"You want this to continue?"
In spite of herself, Erika nodded her head down and up. She may have only been a puppy dog, but she still understood how to please her owner.
With two fingers, he toyed with her, teasing her. He played with her slit and pleasured her clitoris. All the while, Erika could feel the heat cascade through her body, the warmth spreading more and more. Perspiration appeared on her forehead; she closed her eyes, enjoying the impulses. That stimulation was undeniably addictive.
If Erika was supposed to be her own woman, someone capable of thinking for herself, she didn't care, not at that moment. The seconds seemed to mutate, shifting and spending.
Then he pulled his hand back, and she grimaced with dismay. Why had he stopped? Why wasn't he touching her some more?
"Get up on your elbows and knees," he said. "Get up on your paws."
Erika blinked rapidly. For a second, she really wanted to defy him again, to shake her head or resist. But she didn't. Instead, Erika obeyed. Like a good girl, she climbed up on her paws.
She soon found herself on her elbows and knees once again, her legs spread.
He came up behind her.
"I could take you right here and right now," he said. "Would you like that?"
Erika could hardly believe it, but she barked. She barked for this man because he owned her.
"Good girl," he said. Then he walked back around in front of her, and he unzipped his pants.
"Do you know that puppy girls like to lick?" Instantly, Erika knew what this man wanted from her. There was just one question: could she do it?
No.
As he took out his cock, Erika decided that she couldn't do it. She wouldn't do it. She was better than this. All of those old thoughts and determinations echoed behind her eyes. She sealed her lips, closing her mouth. More importantly, she shook her head. No, she wasn't going to be his puppy slut.
"Okay," he said, tucking his cock away.
"And I think someone must be very, very hungry."
David turned, and he walked right out of that small training room. He closed the door behind him.
Immediately, Erika wondered if this would be her chance to escape, only she recalled the invisible fence. She looked around the room, wondering if there was something she could use. She tried to flex her fingers, but they were bound up in the binders. She couldn't straighten any of her digits, let alone work a doorknob.
Excitement, panic, and frustration welled up inside of her, all in equal measure. What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to get out of there?
Before Erika could come up with any good solution, the door opened again, and there was her Master, only now he was carrying two different bowls. Dog bowls.
He set them down in front of her.
"I'm sure you're a very thirsty dog," he said to her. But now, there was an edge in his voice. Erika can hardly believe it, but maybe she had succeeded to some degree. It didn't sound like much, but just annoying her Master felt good, like a victory. He wasn't going to win every single time. He wasn't going to be able to get her to do whatever he wanted.
"Drink," he said, pointing down to the dog bowl on the right.
Erika looked at it. It was a red, plastic bowl, and it had water inside of it.
Already, she understood what he expected. Erika was supposed to dip her head down, stick out her tongue, and lap at the water.
"Now," he said. There was something about his tone of voice, the perfect command, confidence. Erika knew that she didn't want to do this. She wasn't supposed to want to do this, and yet she lowered her head down. Her lips hovered just above the surface. Then she opened her mouth, and she stuck out her tongue. She swiped the flat of her tongue along the surface of the water.
"Good girl. That's right. You know that puppies don’t sip, do they? No, they don't," David said to her. Again, he adopted that tone that was both encouraging and demeaning at the same time.
Grimacing, Erika didn't know what to do. So she stopped thinking. She allowed her mind to relax, her thoughts to drift, and she soon found herself lapping up the water. It felt good.
David walked over and nudged her bowl further away. He pointed with his foot, aiming right at the other bowl.
Up until this point, Erika had deliberately avoided looking at it. She knew what it contained without even checking, but it was something she still didn't want to think about. She didn't think she could think about it.
"Go ahead, puppy."
Slowly, she turned her attention back to the other dog bowl. Sure enough, there was food in there. But it looked dried, like little balls and flakes. At once, the gorge rose up in her throat because she knew she was looking down at dog food. Yes, dog food.
Erika lifted her head. Indignation flurried through her body. "I'm not a dog!" She got to about the second word before the collar zapped her again, sending another rush of electricity stabbing through her body.
"What was that?" David asked, grinning at her.
She shook her head, doing her best to regain her equilibrium.
Raising her head again, she glowered. It didn't do any good, however, and she knew it. Worse, she could feel that weakness run through her stomach. She was hungry. She didn't remember the last time she ate, and there was a meal right in front of her. To make matters worse, Erika was certain that she wasn't going to be fed if she hesitated or waited.
"Go ahead," he commanded.
Erika told herself that she was only going to do this to keep her strength up. She needed to get away. Starving herself wouldn't help. So she lowered her head again, and she caught the dusty aroma of dog food. She opened her mouth, and she swept some of the stuff up with her tongue. She raised her head again, and she started to chew.
Over and over again, she silently promised herself that this was just cereal. Okay, so maybe it was a little bit stale, and maybe the beef flavoring was a bit off, but Erika could do this. She had no choice.
"That's right. There's a good little doggie. Keep eating," he said to her.
She took another mouthful.
Strangely enough, this one seemed easier. Erika didn't know why. Her owner walked around her, examining her. Pretty soon, she stopped thinking about her Master. Instead, she focused on the bowl of food in front of her.
David nodded to himself, apparently satisfied with the way the collar conditioned her. She was learning to accept her place.
It was amazing, he reflected. This girl was so strong willed and defiant, and yet the collar used the right electrical impulses or vibrations or however else this device worked to subjugate her. Little by little, Erika was learning to accept this.
If she could be trained as a dog, what else could the collar accomplish?
He grinned, lowering himself down right behind her. He braced himself on his knees. She had started wiggling her hips from side to side. She was a happy puppy, wagging her bottom for her Master.
To give her even more of a reward, David reached between her legs. He started to stroke her, running his fingers up along her pussy. He gently teased her, and she started to moan, but he waited, wondering if she would stop eating.
By this point, Erika had been completely entranced. She locked herself to the sensations running through her body and her mouth. She could feel the saliva gather at the base of her tongue. Yes, she wanted more. She was still a hungry girl, but now she didn't need to rationalize it. She ate because it tasted good.
"There's a good little doggie," he said, running his fingers over her ass, up to the small o
f her back and toward her neck. With his other hand, he continued to finger her, gently teasing her, prodding her, making sure she enjoyed this.
"Bark if you want an orgasm," he commanded.
Erika swallowed back her dog food. It filled her tummy, relaxing her, making her happy. Then she barked, a loud, squeaky sound. She really did come off more like a pet than anything else. It made her Master chuckle.
"Good girl. I'm very proud of you," he said. "Now, I want you to think like a woman again." As he said that, he took out the controller, and he pushed a different button.
It didn't happen instantly. And yet, Erika could still feel her awareness start to return. It was so strange, having her thoughts crystallize, coming back into focus. All of those old priorities and goals became clear.
What was she doing? Why were there still little bits of dog food in her mouth?
Before Erika could try to turn around, David had his cock out and his hands on her hips. Her pussy was wet, and he was going to take advantage of her now. Why wouldn't he? She was a pet. Pets needed to be played with.
"Erika, if you want an orgasm right now, you're going to beg for it. You're going to whimper. You're going to whine. You’re going to show me that you're a good little doggie. Go ahead, Erika. Prove to me that you are the pet I know you could be." He spoke clearly, enunciating through every word. And as he did so, he kept his gaze locked on hers.
This was going to be a demonstration and a test. She would demonstrate her obedience; he would test her ability to follow commands.
Erika tried to shake her head, to somehow dislodge the impulse to obey. And yet, whether it came from the collar or her own desires, she couldn't quite resist.
Without really trying or thinking about it, Erika got up on her haunches. She held out her elbows, and she surrendered to this man. Again. She gave him what he wanted. She yielded something important.
Paws out, Erika started to whimper. Of course, she could have been far more articulate as a young woman. She should have been able to speak, but that's not what he wanted; that wasn't what he had commanded.