Perfect Pet

[trio]

Teaser: This was the life, he thought to himself, as he watched the young girl squirm beneath him. The best thing that had happened to him in years. No bullshit, no strings attached, just a beautiful body to use as he saw fit. He'd had his share of flings and one-night stands, but none had ever been as satisfying as this. The power was intoxicating, the control over her every move a heady rush of adrenaline.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Perfect Pet
Author: Trio

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Perfect Pet

The early morning light crept through the blinds, casting a soft glow across the room. The air had the scent of stale cigarettes and a hint of something more intimate. A man, mid-thirties, with a stubbled face and disheveled hair, stirred in the queen-sized bed. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the stark brightness that filled the room. He felt a warm, wet sensation on his lower body. Surprised, he looked down to find a girl's head nestled between his legs. She was young, no more than 19, with long, dark hair that fanned out across the rumpled sheets.

Her eyes were closed as she took him in, her cheeks hollowed as she applied gentle suction. He could feel his dick growing hard under her touch, the blood rushing to the tip. The sight was oddly mesmerising. He reached down and gently pushed the hair away from her face, revealing her flushed skin and a hint of a smile. He knew he'd have to be careful not to get lost in the sensation; the last thing he needed was to be caught off-guard.

He took a deep breath, savouring the moment. The girl had been a handful when he'd first picked her up, her excitement for the Vegas concert palpable. But a few spiked water bottles had taken the edge off her feistiness. Training her had been a challenge, but ultimately successful. Now, she was his, a pet to satisfy his needs. The sacks over her hands prevented any trouble, and the collar kept her in line. He'd learned the hard way that trust was a luxury he couldn't afford with these types of girls.

The sound of her sucking grew rhythmic, a symphony of wet noises that filled the quiet room. He could feel the tension building in his body, his muscles tensing. It was time to take control. He reached down and wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft, guiding her movements. She whimpered slightly, her eyes flying open to look at him, but she didn't resist. Good girl.

Her eyes searched his for approval, and he gave it with a nod. He enjoyed the power dynamic, the way she submitted to his will. He had taught her well. With a firm grip, he began to move his hips in time with her mouth, setting a pace that she struggled to keep up with. Her eyes watered and she gagged, but she took him deeper, eager to please. He could see the effort in her throat, the way it convulsed around him.

The man sat up, leaning back against the headboard, watching her intently as she followed his movements. Her hair was matted with sweat and saliva, and her cheeks were red, but she didn't stop. He could feel the climax approaching, the familiar tightness in his balls. He reached for the control device on the nightstand, the one that regulated the electric collar. He'd been waiting for this moment, the moment she proved herself obedient enough to earn a small reward.

He tapped the button and the collar released a brief pulse of electricity. She jerked but didn't pull away, instead taking him deeper into her mouth. He knew she craved the pain, the control it symbolised. He'd conditioned her to associate the shock with pleasure, a twisted Pavlovian response that had taken weeks to perfect. The pulse grew stronger and she moaned around his cock, her movements becoming more erratic.

With each pulse, she took him deeper, her eyes rolling back in her head as she fought to keep her teeth from grazing his sensitive skin. He felt the familiar tightness spread through his body, his toes curling with the impending release. Her eyes snapped back to his, a silent question. He nodded, his grip tightening around her head, and she knew what to do.

Her mouth grew slack, allowing him to push past the barrier of her throat and into the warm cavern beyond. She gagged but didn't fight, her eyes watering and nose running as she took all of him. The electricity surged again, this time stronger, and he watched as she convulsed around his dick, her body trembling with the intensity of the shock. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and power that made his orgasm all the more potent.

He let out a low groan, his hips bucking as he released into her throat. She took it all, her eyes never leaving his, and swallowed with a gulp. The collar's pulse ceased and she pulled back, gasping for air, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. He smiled, stroking her sweaty forehead with a gentle touch. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and gruff with satisfaction.

Her chest heaved, her breaths coming in gasps. The man took his time, watching her reaction, before finally releasing her head. She sat back on her heels, her body trembling slightly. The collar remained tight around her neck, a stark reminder of her position. He reached for the small sacks tied around her wrists, untying them with a sigh. "You've earned a little break," he said, his tone one of a master to a well-behaved pet.

The girl rubbed her wrists, the circulation returning with a painful prickle. She didn't speak; she knew better. Instead, she crawled up the bed, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the hunger in them, the need for more. She leaned in, pressing her mouth against his in a kiss that was more about possession than affection. He tasted himself on her lips, a bit of her spit mixing with his own salty flavour. It was a heady sensation, one that made him want to push her back down and fuck her face again. But that could wait.

He rolled out of bed, his cock still semi-hard. He padded over to the closet, pulling out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. She watched him with a mix of longing and fear. He knew she was waiting for his next command, eager to please. He dressed slowly, savouring the moment. Then, he turned to her, pointing to the floor. "Stay," he said, the word a low growl.

Obediently, she settled back onto the bed, her legs folded beneath her, her eyes never leaving his. He walked over to the nightstand, grabbed the leather leash attached to her collar, and gave it a tug. She winced but followed, her naked body moving gracefully despite the restriction of the collar. He led her out of the bedroom and down the hallway, her bare feet whispering against the cold, hardwood floor.

The man entered the kitchen. After a while the aroma of burnt toast and coffee filled the air. He'd left breakfast for her on the counter, the same routine every morning. "Eat," he instructed, pointing to the plate with a half-eaten sandwich and a cup of lukewarm tea. She nodded, her eyes dropping to the food, and began to eat, her movements mechanical. He leaned against the counter, watching her intently, the leash still in his hand.

The TV was playing in the background, the news detailing another missing persons case. His eyes flicked to the screen, but his mind was elsewhere. He'd been careful, always choosing his targets wisely. Runaways, party girls, nobody would miss them. But the fear of getting caught was always there, a constant itch at the back of his mind. He'd have to be more vigilant, keep her hidden better.

After she finished her breakfast, he led her back to the bedroom, the leash still taut in his hand. He tied her to the bedpost, her wrists secured above her head. The sight of her, bound and vulnerable, made his cock stir again. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips.

Her breath hitched as he trailed kisses down to her collarbone, his hand cupping her left breast. He pinched her nipple gently, watching it harden. Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a soft moan, arching her back, silently asking for more. He obliged, his mouth moving lower, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting until she was whimpering.

The man stepped away, his eyes raking over her bound form. The metal of the collar contrasted starkly with her pale skin, a stark reminder of their relationship. He felt his cock harden again, the head pressing against the fabric of his boxers. He reached down and pulled them off, his erection springing free. She licked her lips, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him.

He climbed back onto the bed, straddling her waist. She squirmed beneath him, the anticipation making her wet. He reached between her legs and spread them wide, his fingers tracing the soft folds of her pussy. She was already soaking wet, a testament to her arousal. He dipped a finger inside, feeling her clench around it. She moaned, her hips bucking upwards. He chuckled, the sound low and dark.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

Her eyes locked onto his, and she nodded frantically, the fear of the collar's bite mixing with her desperate need for release. He slid his finger out of her and positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her slickness. With one swift thrust, he entered her, her tight pussy gripping him like a vice. She let out a muffled cry, her eyes rolling back in her head.

He began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that was almost punishing. She could feel the collar dig into her neck with each thrust, the threat of pain always present. But she didn't fight it; she knew better. Instead, she focused on the feeling of him filling her up, the way he stretched her out and claimed her. Her legs, wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper.

Her eyes rolled back, and she could feel the orgasm building. She knew she wasn't allowed to come without his permission, but it was getting harder to hold back. His grip on her hips tightened, his nails digging into her flesh. He knew her body, knew just how to push her to the edge without letting her fall over. It was a dance they'd performed countless times, a delicate balance of pain and pleasure.

He pulled out abruptly, leaving her panting and needy. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He smirked, knowing what she wanted. He leaned down and whispered, "Not yet," his breath hot against her ear. He reached for the control again, the anticipation in her eyes growing with each passing moment.

This was the life, he thought to himself, as he watched the young girl squirm beneath him. The best thing that had happened to him in years. No bullshit, no strings attached, just a beautiful body to use as he saw fit. He'd had his share of flings and one-night stands, but none had ever been as satisfying as this. The power was intoxicating, the control over her every move a heady rush of adrenaline.

Her eyes were still fixed on his, the fear and longing swirling together in an intoxicating mix. He knew she craved the release he dangled just out of reach. He could feel her pussy pulsing around his fingers, begging for more. He stroked her clit with his thumb, the pressure building. He could almost see the thoughts racing through her mind: Will he let me come? How much more can I take?

The man leaned down and kissed her hard, his teeth grazing her bottom lip. "You want it," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "You want to come for me." She nodded, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. He knew she was his, completely and utterly. The collar had been the key to breaking her, to moulding her into the perfect pet. And now she was here, begging for his cock, begging for his release.

He slammed into her again, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. He felt her body straining against the leather restraints. She was so close, so fucking close. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she was fighting against the collar's bite. But she didn't dare move too far. The pain was part of it now, part of the thrill.

He pulled out again, watching the desperation in her eyes grow. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way she squirmed and begged. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Good girl. You're going to be so good for me today." His voice was a low growl, the promise of more to come.

The girl, no, the pet, nodded frantically, her body trembling with the need to come. She had been trained well, her mind now a tool for his pleasure. The collar had been the catalyst, transforming her from a feisty runaway into his obedient servant. It had taken patience and persistence, but the end result was worth it. She was the best thing that had happened to him in years, a constant source of satisfaction and power.

He leaned back, admiring the way she squirmed beneath him. Her youthful body, usually so full of life and spirit, now laid open and vulnerable to his whims. It was a sight that never failed to excite him. He reached down and stroked her clit again, watching the way her body responded, the way she tried to hold back the moan that threatened to escape her lips. He could see the desperation in her eyes, the silent plea for release.

"Come," he said, the word a command that sent shockwaves through her body. She obeyed instantly, her pussy spasming around his fingers as she exploded into an orgasm so intense it brought tears to her eyes. Her body convulsed, the collar's electricity adding an extra dimension to the pleasure that coursed through her. She screamed, the sound muffled by his hand that covered her mouth, the taste of her salty skin filling his senses.

He watched her come down, her body going slack against the restraints. He leaned over and kissed her, a gentle press of his lips to hers, the taste of her orgasm lingering on his tongue. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking her hair. He knew she was his now, fully and completely.

He moved back, his cock glistening with her juices. She watched him through teary eyes, panting heavily, her body still trembling from the force of her climax. He knew she was spent, but that didn't mean the fun had to end. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small, sleek black vibrator. She recognised it, her eyes widening with a mix of anticipation and dread.

He coated it in her pussy juices, the buzzing sound of the toy filling the room as he turned it on. She whimpered, her body already oversensitive from the orgasm he'd just forced from her. "I want you close to the edge," he told her, his voice a dark promise of more pleasure and pain to come. "But remember, you don't get to come again unless I say so." He pushed the vibrator into her ass and pushed himself back inside her pussy.

Her muscles clenched around both his cock and the vibrator, the dual sensation overwhelming. The man watched with a smug satisfaction as she squirmed beneath him, her body betraying her desperate need for more. He fucked her steadily, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body that she couldn't ignore. She tried to muffle her moans, by biting her lip, her face a picture of agonised ecstasy.

He knew she was close again, her breaths coming in panting gasps that grew louder and more erratic with each thrust. He leaned down, whispering, "Do you want to come?" His question was a challenge, a reminder of the power he held over her. Her eyes searched his, the fear of the collar's bite mingling with the need for release. She nodded, her voice a strained whimper.

The vibrator in her ass grew stronger, the buzzing a constant presence that seemed to resonate through her entire body. He felt her pussy clench around him, the muscles in her ass tightening as the vibrations grew more intense. Her moans grew louder, and he knew she was right there, on the precipice. But he wasn't ready to let her come just yet. “You can come after me," he teased, his voice thick with desire.

Her eyes widened, and she nodded, her body moving in tandem with his. Her eyes rolled back as she did her best to comply. He watched as she used her inner muscles to squeeze him, her movements precise and practiced. He'd taught her well; she knew exactly how to get him off. The pressure grew, and he could feel his balls tighten. He leaned down and bit her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. She gasped, her body responding with a jolt of pleasure.

He pulled out the vibrator and tossed it aside, grabbing her hips with both hands. He slammed into her, his movements frantic and desperate. Her pussy was tight, a perfect fit for his cock. She was his, all his, and he was going to make her scream.

With one final, powerful thrust, he let go. His cock spasmed inside her, filling her with his seed. Her orgasm followed swiftly, her pussy clenching around him in waves of pleasure that seemed to go on forever. She screamed, the sound muffled by the hand over her mouth. He watched her come, his eyes dark with satisfaction. When her body finally went limp, he pulled out, her cum dripping from his shaft.

The man climbed off the bed, his cock glistening from their combined juices. He couldn't help but admire the marks his handiwork had left on her body, the bruises from the collar standing out against her alabaster skin. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a clean set of clothes, the soft fabric caressing his skin as he dressed. He had to get ready for work, the mundane job that kept his basement activities funded and undiscovered.

He reached into the top drawer, his hand wrapping around the cold steel of his gun. A sheriff without his gun was like a fish out of water, unable to breathe, unable to survive. But with it, he was a force to be reckoned with, both in the world above and the twisted one he'd created below. He checked the chamber, ensuring it was loaded. It was always loaded, ready for whatever the day might bring.

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Any ideas on hw this story could move forward?

[Brazen]

Great story. I really liked how she was trained not to speak. Nothing takes away someone's humanity more then taking that away from them.

[Neighbor]

The perfect short story, from a purely male perspective, detailing (in fine resolution) the words and actions, and imputing surface thoughts and motivations.
Told in 3rd person, to better invite the reader to "step in" and "take ownership" of the words that are describing the environment now occupied by the reader.
I am privileged to have read this, both for the immediate gratification, and for the techniques and descriptions provided. Instructive, and pleasurable.
An impossible (to achieve in the real world) perfection of control and power over the "every essence" of the captive, now "PET".
The described feelings and power over "the other", were owned by me during the moments that I was a grateful reader.

Another fun "trio" story.

[JTCK]

Great story. I really liked how she was trained not to speak. Nothing takes away someone's humanity more then taking that away from them.

I agree. A great story. But I liked the continuous eye contact the most. Like a very well-trained obediant pet not like a person at all.

And since you asked how to continue... Normally, I don’t like short stories. But in this case, in my opinion, a continuation would make the story worse. A further escalation of submission is hardly possible. And telling the backstory? I’m not sure, I’d rather have that in a separate story. This one, I’d really leave as is - a perfect short story.

[trio]

Thank you for your feedback. Yes the staying quiet was a new one for me. Normally I use gags in my story, but this pet has been trained well.

Great story. I really liked how she was trained not to speak. Nothing takes away someone's humanity more then taking that away from them.

[trio]

Wow man, thanks for the feedback. I write for my own pleasure, but seeing this kind of feedback makes it ten times better.

The perfect short story, from a purely male perspective, detailing (in fine resolution) the words and actions, and imputing surface thoughts and motivations.
Told in 3rd person, to better invite the reader to "step in" and "take ownership" of the words that are describing the environment now occupied by the reader.
I am privileged to have read this, both for the immediate gratification, and for the techniques and descriptions provided. Instructive, and pleasurable.
An impossible (to achieve in the real world) perfection of control and power over the "every essence" of the captive, now "PET".
The described feelings and power over "the other", were owned by me during the moments that I was a grateful reader.

Another fun "trio" story.

[trio]

Thx for the feedback on my short story, I loved writing it and don't worry, I was not thinking of making it longer. It is now up to your imagination to take the story further (or not).

I agree. A great story. But I liked the continuous eye contact the most. Like a very well-trained obediant pet not like a person at all.

And since you asked how to continue... Normally, I don’t like short stories. But in this case, in my opinion, a continuation would make the story worse. A further escalation of submission is hardly possible. And telling the backstory? I’m not sure, I’d rather have that in a separate story. This one, I’d really leave as is - a perfect short story.