by Amy Yao
So Erika whimpered. She growled, this deep, pathetic little sound deep within her throat.
"Good girl," he said, running his fingers through her hair. David patted his pet on the head. She felt every gesture. Different emotions fought for control within her. There was a surge of anger, and this tidal wave of pleasure. There was the contentment of knowing she had done a good job, but she simultaneously experienced that regret and the shame of admitting something.
"Who is a good little puppy? You are. You're a good little doggie," he said.
Erika wanted to box, to resist, to rebel against his control over her. And yet, as hard as she tried, she just couldn't do it. It felt easy to surrender. It felt right and good. She was supposed to be a dog. She was supposed to be a plaything.
But because she had begged, he got up.
Stunned by her own acquiescence, Erika didn't turn around or watch him. Then, just a second later, he was positioned behind her. David put his hand on her shoulder, and he pushed her down, nudging his wife back onto her elbows and knees. He spread her legs. She lowered her head down, raising her ass. Like a dog in heat, Erika made herself available for him.
"Just think about how good you've been. Just think about how obedient and sincere you've been," he said to her. And then she heard it again, that zipper.
Her mouth started to water.
Was he going to have sex with her? Was he going to mount her?
More than anything, Erika hoped so. She wanted to feel the thrust of his body, the girth of his cock deep inside of her.
Without realizing what she was doing, Erika started to pant again. She was moaning, her body eager for this. With his hands on her hips, he pushed forward, thrusting into her.
She felt it, the tip of his cock at her entrance. He pushed into her.
Erika was supposed to hate this. She was supposed to be disgusted. With the collar around her neck and her elbows and legs bound, she knew she was supposed be better than a dog. But she wasn't. She was a pet, a plaything.
She had done tricks. She had eaten out of the dog bowl!
Those thoughts should have provided some kind of bulwark against this arousal. They should have protected her from the desires streaming through her system. And yet, they didn't. This poor, horny dog just couldn't help herself. He pushed forward, thrusting into her. She was grateful for every impulse, every sensation circulating through her nerves.
"Bark for me," he commanded. By this point, he had pushed himself all the way into her opening. His cock was buried, straight to the hilt, and now he waited for her obedience once again.
Erika didn't know how to respond.
If she simply remained silent, then he would know that she hadn't been broken. And she wanted him to know that! She wanted him to understand the fire of defiance in that still lurked just beneath the surface. Okay, so he could use this technology to force her obedience, but it wasn't going to change anything.
Only then, she barked.
She did it without thinking. She did it without trying.
"Wruff-wruff!"
"Again!"
This was a test and a demonstration. He would show her again how she would surrender. Simultaneously, he was testing her resolve. How much fight did this girl have left in her?
Plenty.
Erika shook her head, silently promising herself that she wouldn't do it. No, she wasn't going to succumb. No, she wasn't going to yield to her Master. Erika wouldn't allow herself to be thought of as a pet. He was giving her another chance. She would seize it.
"Bark for me, little doggie."
No!
He slapped her ass. Even as he pushed forward, thrusting into her wet pussy, he smacked her behind. As Erika experienced the onslaught of sensation, she didn't know what to do.
"Bark," he commanded.
She did. She let out those same sounds, just like before.
"Good girl," he said. He pushed into her, thrusting deep. He pulled back, almost withdrawing altogether. But another thrust brought a fresh wave of pleasure running through her body.
He was so big, so strong. He was everything she wanted. Erika couldn't deny the pleasure that rampaged through her skin. She felt it, waves of heat radiating from her body. Even at that spot where he spanked her, Erika clearly wanted more.
"Such a good little dog. Yes, you are," he said. Then he reached down with his free hand and he grabbed onto her hair. He pulled her head back. Her jaws opened, a sharp gasp of breath escaping her lips.
"You're mine," he said. "You belong to me, Erika. You're my pet, my wife, my slave, whatever I decide. Fight it as hard as you want, but you know that you need this. You know that you want it. Bark for me."
Pathetically, she obeyed.
Erika didn't think about it. She let all thoughts dissipate from behind her eyes, and instead, she just surrendered.
"Wruff-wruff!"
Chapter 6: The Rhythms
She was spent, David considered what he was going to do next with his puppy girl. He liked the idea of having her clean him with her mouth. Oh yes, that could certainly be fun, especially considering that Erika had always despised using her lips and tongue.
Fortunately for him, her selfishness was no longer an issue. But before he could issue the command, David felt his phone begin to vibrate.
That was odd, to say the least. Sure enough, he pulled out the device, and he looked at the screen. The message had come from Michael.
Call me immediately.
There was nothing else there.
David considered shrugging his shoulders and pretending that he never got the message in the first place. That would be easy enough. And yet, he felt some degree of loyalty toward his boss, especially considering that it was Michael who set this whole thing up. He was the one who had introduced David to The Facility.
With Erika still on the floor, her arms and legs bound, he pulled up his colleague’s phone number. “Hello?”
Michael answered the first ring.
“Hey, Michael, it’s me. What can I do for you?”
“David, it’s really good to hear from you. I know that you are on vacation, and I’m sure you’re having fun with your wife right now, but this is of vital importance. Are you familiar with the Rosemont project?”
David had done some ancillary work for the group in charge of Rosemont. He wouldn’t consider himself an expert or anything, but he was reasonably familiar with the salient details.
“A little bit,” he said.
“This project will make our firm. I need you to get on a plane and come back here right now.”
David raised an eyebrow even though the other man couldn’t see him.
This seemed somehow bizarre. When he first arrived on the island, it seemed as though the world had faded away, leaving David to enjoy himself with his wife. That was the best part of a vacation, right, losing the rest of the world, focusing on simple pleasures?
David grinned, realizing that what he had done with Erika probably wouldn’t count as simple.
“Please come back. You can leave Erika there for a little while. I’m sure she’ll be fine. You can go back down there in just a couple of days.”
“Are you sure that’s okay?”
“I’ve done it before,” Michael replied.
David was loyal to his employer. He wanted to make sure that the firm succeeded, but he didn’t know exactly what he was going to do.
“I’ll do my best,” he said.
“I’m sure you will,” Michael agreed.
“David, how can I help you?” Brenda asked. She was seated behind her desk. She pressed her laptop down, closing it. Then she touched her fingertips together as she rolled her shoulders back, her eyes locked on David. She was the kind of woman who knew how to focus her attention.
“This is going to sound a little bit strange, but I need to get back to work. I guess my employer has already sent a plane for me. It should be here in the next couple of hours,” David said, feeling sheepish. Grant
ed, he was a guest here, so it didn’t really matter. It wasn’t like they could hold him against his will. Erika, on the other hand…
“Actually, it’s not that unusual. We have a lot of very powerful men here. Sometimes, they need to leave for short-term assignments. But that does leave us with the question of what you would like us to do with your wife.” She sounded completely reasonable, like this was normal.
“What are my options?” David asked.
Miranda leaned back in her chair. “Well, there are certainly many possibilities. You can hand her off to one of our trainers. This way, she won’t slide back into any bad habits while you are gone. Or, you could have her mentally conditioned while you’re gone. That can certainly be useful. Or if you want, we can simply lock her in a cage and leave her to consider what she has done. Or if you have any other ideas, we would be happy to consider them.”
David did his best to keep a straight face. At work, he routinely listened to different ideas, and he always had to appear neutral, like he was really open to how things might play out.
And yet, right there, sitting with Miranda, he couldn’t help but grin as he ran his fingers through his hair. This all seemed so crazy.
“Is something funny?” Miranda asked, although she already knew what he was thinking.
“No. This is just a lot of fun,” he said simply.
“I’m glad to hear it. So what would you like to do with your pet wife?”
David took a breath, and he made his decision.
Miranda nodded, she had suspected it would be something like that.
Utterly exhausted, Erika didn’t know what to do. At first, she was content, her eyes closed, her body drained of all energy. She had never experienced anything like that before. No, that wasn’t entirely true. Although these sensations still felt alien, she recognized something. More and more, her climaxes drained away her strength, leaving her completely sated, also weak.
“I’m not weak,” Erika whispered. No, she couldn’t even whisper those words, could she? David may not have been in the room with her, but she already knew that speaking would result in a punishment, so she shaped the words, but she didn’t give them any breath.
After a little while, she regained some equilibrium. But that pleasure had left her drained, so she pushed herself back up onto her elbows and knees.
Like a good little puppy, she wandered back over to the bowls. There is still plenty of dog food left.
Erika looked down at it. Without her Master here to tease her, she didn’t know what she was going to do. Technically, Erika didn’t need to eat. She didn’t need to drink either. She could have been stubborn and simply waited.
And yet, she lowered her head down.
Second by second, Erika kept thinking that her husband was going to come back and tease her some more.
Once again, Erika started lapping at the water. That helped refresh her. Energy started to run back through her body, especially her arms and legs. But once she had lapped up some of the water, her stomach gurgled again. She had eaten; not much, true, but she was still hungry.
She glanced over at the door.
It didn’t move.
Inhaling, Erika was about to call out for help. She would have shouted, only she recalled the punishments from before.
It was infuriating, thinking about how she couldn’t actually talk on her own. With a low, permitted growl, Erika looked around the small room again. There were dog toys, bowls, the shelves, and nothing else.
She paced back and forth, moving around on her elbows and knees. She crawled like a pet, wishing that her Master would come back sooner rather than later.
How long was she going to have to wait?
That was really the question.
Erika grimaced, thinking about one dynamic of human behavior. In theory, waiting shouldn’t have been that difficult. She was an adult. She should have been able to handle this easily. And yet, she didn’t know how long she was going to have to wait. It could have been just a few more minutes. It could have been hours.
Where was he? Where was her Master?
Erika opened her mouth again, and she had to bite back the temptation to call out his name. But if she had done so, what would she have called him, “David?” or would she have whimpered for her Master?
Shaking her head, the puppy girl tried to summon up some rush of defiance. She told herself that she didn’t have a Master. She wasn’t a pet, and she couldn’t be owned.
Those were some nice ideas, but she swallowed, and she felt the flexible tension right there at the base of her throat: it was her dog collar. It made it abundantly clear that she really was a possession. Possessions certainly could be owned.
Finally, the door opened. Erika spun around. At some point, she had dropped onto her side, closing her eyes. Like any other pet left alone, the temptations of sleep had overwhelmed her. She never exactly drifted off, but excitement surged through her.
With almost practiced ease, Erika got up on all fours.
“Hello, Erika. How are you doing?” It was Miranda.
David did his part, striding into the office. He sat down at a conference table with a bunch of other analysts. The problem was significant, he admitted. And yet, he was fairly certain that the show of force, where everyone came right back into the office, was more important than anything else.
They went through the numbers; they drew their conclusions. They created and crafted a strategy. And when it was all done, David knew that he technically wasn't vital or even all that necessary. And yet, he headed back toward his cubicle, ready to return to The Facility.
Before he could leave, however, Michael came up to him.
"Thank you for your help," said the older man. "I really appreciate it. And I think there's something you should know."
"What's that?" David asked, only half curious. If he was really honest with himself, David couldn't wait to get back to his wife. He kept thinking about her, strapped down and helpless somewhere inside The Facility.
David always tried his best to be somber and measured, but he couldn't quite help but wonder what he would find when he returned. How would Erika behave? What would she think?
Shaking off those thoughts, he focused on his colleague.
"I didn't make this request lightly. In fact, I know how much trouble it can be to have to fly across the planet when something like this arises. So you deserve a bonus."
"Money?"
"Better than money," he said, motioning for David to follow.
David got up from his desk, and he followed Michael through the building. They walked down one corridor after another, until they came to a conference room. Michael opened the door for David.
This conference room stretched out. Yes, there was a standard table, but there was also a gallery with more than thirty seats. Currently, most of those spaces were empty, so it was easy for David and Michael to quietly sneak in.
Diana was holding court. The dark-haired girl was busy talking about one thing or another. Immediately, David recognized her standard tone of voice. When she spoke, she managed to come off as aristocratic and imperious. She was a princess deigning to speak to her underlings. And they had better listen. Because if they didn't, something bad could happen.
Immediately, David tasted bile at the back of his throat. She was hot, that much was true, but she was also annoying as hell.
"As you can see, there's really no other conclusion you can draw," Diana declared, finishing her presentation.
David resisted the urge to snort.
He had assumed that she was done; she wasn't. "There are many conclusions one could try to draw, but this is the best one. If you go through the numbers, this is the most logical solution, the only one, really." Somehow, she managed to come off as an arrogant brat, all while contradicting herself.
This time, David couldn't help but shake his head.
"If you have any questions, I would be happy to answer them for you. I'm always eager to educate other
s," Diana said to the group.
David was grateful that he wasn't seated up there at the table. Although Diana certainly enjoyed showing off, she must have been paying attention to her audience members as well. They were expected to nod along, to pretend that she wasn't an insufferable brat.
In some ways, she was a lot like Erika, David reflected to himself.
"Thank you," Diana said. At that, the group started to disband.
Michael leaned over, and he whispered, "Do you want her?"
David blinked, confused. "Excuse me?"
"Do you want her?" Michael said. The lights in the gallery were still turned down even as Diana headed for the exit.
"Want her, like for my team?" His stomach clenched at the thought. Dealing with this girl would have been insufferable.
"No, I don't mean for your team. You want her, like would you like to invite her to The Facility as your personal guest?"
David blinked once as he looked over at his colleague. Michael kept his features even and neutral, like they were just having a conversation about the weather or maybe their city's baseball team.
No way, thought David. Sure, she was attractive, and it was easy for David to picture Diana with a collar around her neck, but he didn't think that would be possible. The existence of The Facility was spectacular enough. To have a girl like Diana there, subjugated and under his thumb?
Yeah, that was too good to be true.
Michael chuckled. "I know what you're thinking. You don't believe me. But just say the word, David. Like I said before, I appreciate your help. We need team players here. You could have her, if you want her."
"I'm not sure if that’s the right thing to do," David finally said.
"Why not?"
"Because she hasn't done anything to me," David replied.
"Are you sure about that?"
"What do you mean?"
Michael wobbled his head from side to side, like he was balancing some precarious idea right between his shoulders. "Well, there's been some rumors going around. I don't know exactly who started them, but I have a pretty good idea."
"Rumors?" That made sense to David. He had heard whispers, little comments from other people. Apparently, Diana had no problem playing office politics. If that meant spreading a couple of strategic lies, then she would do it without any qualm.