Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Locking her in place over my lap with one leg over the back of her thighs, I reach for the instrument I had in mind when I brought her in here. In some respects, it is as simple as can be. It might be mistaken for nothing more than a collar.
It is a complex device made in an ornate design that will cover most of her throat, and it has a few tricks to it that traditional collars do not. It contains a tracking beacon, which is not uncommon for higher end collar setups, and a few other functions of my own design. It is actually quite useful to have a wayward human to try some of my more intense disciplinary designs upon.
She is not cooperative as I put it on, but she is also easily locked into position over my lap. Squirm as she likes, her throat is as vulnerable to me as any other part of her anatomy. It is immensely satisfying to fasten the tool around her neck, and to know that now she is contained in a way she has likely never been contained before.
“This is a collar,” I tell her as I fasten it. The ends slide into one another, locking in a way I will have no trouble removing, but which her fingers will have no chance at taking off.
“No shit!”
“It is more than a simple piece of apparel. Among other things, it is designed to be able to apply punitive stimulation if you disobey one of my rules or leave a set area. In this case, that would be my quarters. One step outside the door, and you will regret it.”
As I tell her this, I stand her up again, still properly naked aside from the collar.
“You mean this is a shock collar, you freak.”
She satisfies her need to cover herself by crossing her arms over her breasts. Her outrage at being spanked and collared is enough to give her the nerve to deploy her most sassy attitude. Some humans learn quickly when punished. Others, not so much.
“Yes. It may very well shock you. You catch on quickly. Perhaps you’re not completely untrainable.”
She narrows her eyes at me with a flash of temper, but she keeps her thoughts to herself for once. It may be that she is beginning to learn.
“I don’t care what you put on me. I’ll always run. That’s what I do.”
In spite of being warned for the consequences, she proceeds to do just that. She rushes for the door, still entirely naked, wearing only the collar. I thought the most satisfying thing I would do to her would be to spank her. Suddenly, I realize I was wrong. Watching her leave my room is going to be much, much more satisfying.
The sight of her red bottom wriggling side to side as she dashes through the door is quite enchanting. The sound she makes as the collar activates once she is a fraction of a hair of a millimeter through the door is very gratifying. It is somewhere between a yelp and a howl.
Her hands shoot back to cover her rear, fingers splaying across bright red cheeks. The heat and the hue are from my own treatment of her disobedient flesh, but I am certain she imagines she is experiencing physical stimulation all over again. The beauty of the collar’s work is that it plays with the nervous system, recreating sensations of pain without actually harming the physical flesh. I have calibrated the system to a relatively low level of stimulation, which means she is experiencing the equivalent of a very well-deserved spanking right now even as she dances about in rebellion, hands cupping her cheeks, tip-toes dashing against the floor.
She is so immersed in the intensity of the punishing experience, she has forgotten that she was the one who initiated it, and the one who can make it stop. She rebels not only against me, but against the simple concept of common sense. And so the pain goes on for her, little gasps, groans, and even moans escaping her lips.
I feel myself getting hard again. I swore I would never have a human pet. I definitely told myself I’d never mate one, no matter how fuckable she might be. That was before I met this stimulating, rebellious creature.
She dances forward a few steps, moving ever further away from the safety of my rooms, but quickly discovers that only makes matters worse…
Stella
I thought the collar would send a pulse of pain around my neck. It doesn’t. It somehow creates a cascade of sensation that rushes down my spine and terminates across my ass. It feels like being spanked super hard by an unseen hand.
“Come back inside the allowed area to avoid further pain,” he says, looking at me with his smug and icy gaze. This alien seems to have some personal investment in making me hurt. My pain seems to please him, even more so when it is self-inflicted.