I whimper around the metal in my mouth, praying he’s going to give me the release I crave. I need it like a dying man needs water.
He doesn’t remove my diaper, but he does expose me. Then he shocks me when he gathers the remaining length of chain and drops all of it inside the open flap against my pussy.
I yelp around the clasp. The links are cold, and the shock makes me squirm.
Lasim presses his palm against the coiled length of chain, pushing it against my soaking wet folds. Holding it with one hand, he plucks the clasp out of my mouth again with the other. He dangles it over my nipples, letting it sway back and forth until I’m writhing.
He lifts it again, holding the end piece in my line of sight. With his thumb, he opens the clasp and then releases it just as fast. I flinch at the sound. A small pop of metal on metal.
He does it repeatedly. Each time, he jiggles the links against my pussy. Pop. Jiggle. Pop. Jiggle.
I flinch over and over. After six or eight times, my pussy contracts from the sound of the pop without him moving his palm. Wetness is leaking out of me, soaking the chain. I grow more and more aroused every time he pops the clasp. Sometimes, he gives me the stimulus I desperately crave. Other times, he doesn’t.
After a few minutes, he lowers the clasp to my neck. The next time it pops, it’s attached to one of the metal rings on my collar.
Lasim gives it a slight tug, making me aware of my submission.
I moan as more of my cream runs out. I could orgasm with very little effort. But he probably knows that. He’s not letting me have what I need. Instead, he continues to glance between my neck and my face.
Pop.
My body jerks at the sound as he removes the clasp. He also presses the chain more firmly against my pussy. When he reattaches it to my collar, I cry out. Nirvana is so close I can taste it.
Pop. Pop. Pop.
A tug accompanies every flick of his thumb, reminding me that the collar around my neck is permanent. I’ll never escape my new life.
The next time he secures the clasp to my neck, he releases his grip on it and instead slides his hand down the chain to pick up the links between my breasts. When he gives a light tug, a piece of metal grazes my exposed bundle of nerves at the same time as my collar pulls.
I whimper. What is he doing to me? Why?
Another tug. Another link against my sensitive skin. “Daddy…”
Another tug.Andanother.
I’m going mad with the desperate need for release.
Over and over, he pulls on the chain one link at a time, driving me out of my mind.
Lasim lowers his hand, bringing the leash to my lips. “Kiss it, Little pet. Kiss your leash.”
I do what he asks of me, shuddering as I so quickly obey to such a dirty request. It would seem I’m a slave to my own body.
“Again, Little pet. Kiss your leash. Stick out your little tongue and lick it.”
I moan as I obey him, my eyes fixed on his. I want to please him so he’ll pleasure me.
“Such a good Little pet. I will condition you to crave this leash. I want you to cream when you see it. I want you to look forward to being leashed, so much so that you nearly come in your diaper at just the sound of the clasp. You’ll feel unnerved when you’re not leashed. You’ll settle down and relax when it is clasped to your collar. I can and will train you to get excited by the prospect, much like the dogs humans kept as pets on Earth. You’re not on Earth anymore, Little pet. You’re on Venkoria. You’re not in charge here. I am. You’re the pet now. And you can and will live a very happy and fulfilling life as my obedient pet. Let yourself obey me, Little one, and I promise you a lifetime of pleasure.”
I’m panting when he finishes his speech. I’m also fully aware that he’s manipulating the remaining few links of chain against my sensitive folds.
“Do you feel the bundle of nerves at the top of your pussy, Little pet?”
I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”
“That’s called a clitoris. Clit for short. It’s the most erotic part of your body. Do you know what erotic means?”
I shake my head. It’s so hard to focus on his questions.