Chapter 7
SEVEN
As I stare at the chain, my body trembles. The collar is bad enough. Attaching that horrible leash to it might break me.
Lasim stares at me, seeming to ponder something. I doubt I want to know what’s going through his head.
Suddenly, he sets the chain in front of me on his stomach, supports my back, and reaches around me for something.
I twist to find him pulling a giant footstool up close to the armchair. He sets his feet on the edge, bending his knees. Finally, he leans me back so that I’m slightly reclined against his enormous thighs.
Lasim clasps my small hands in his larger ones and holds them firmly before lifting them above my head.
My breath hitches as I’m stretched out. My nipples rub against the front of the jammies he put on me. He clasps both my wrists together in one of his hands and lowers his other hand to flatten it against my stomach.
I’m mesmerized by the way he’s staring at me. I can’t read his expression. What is he up to? He looks…like he’s about to devour me whole.
I shudder. My body reacts to him in the most peculiar way. I think it’s a combination of his expression and his scent. It’s probably all part of this weird magnetic pull that was apparently caused by whatever I was injected with.
I’ve never heard of such a thing, so I don’t have any frame of reference. There’s no mention in any books from Earth of humans injecting other humans with pheromones. It’s not a technology they had developed before Earth’s destruction.
Lasim slides his fingers along the bottom of my breasts, causing my body to jolt into a similarly odd sort of frenzy like I felt the other day in the exam room. My heart starts racing, and a tightness builds in my stomach.
Lasim lifts his hand from my torso, brings his middle finger to his mouth, and sucks several inches of it.
My breath hitches, and I’m unable to look away. He holds my gaze hostage. When he lets that finger slowly pop free, he turns his hand around and brings it to my lips.
He strokes my bottom lip until I open for him.
Still holding my gaze, he gradually slides his wet middle finger into my mouth.
My entire body quivers as his thumb and the rest of his fingers wrap around my cheeks, his palm against my chin, holding my head in place, forcing me to accept his thick digit.
“Suck,” he demands.
Another shudder races down my spine at the tone of his order. I don’t hesitate to do as I’m told, moaning as I flatten my tongue against his finger and suckle in the same way I do my bottles and pacifiers. His finger is deeper, though. It’s almost too deep. Almost choking me.
His grip is firm, making it known that I don’t have a choice. I can’t stop him. He’s holding me down and forcing me to accept this intrusion. Why is my heart racing? Why is my pussy clenching? Why are my nipples tingling?
He’s feeding me his taste. It’s making me want things.
Finally, he pulls his finger out of my mouth and releases my chin. I’m panting as he reaches for the zipper at my neck and lowers it to my diaper. He parts the two sides of my jammies, exposing my breasts.
And then his hand is flat on my chest. I’m so much smaller than him that his fingers can span wide enough to easily reach both my nipples.
I cry out and arch my hips when he flicks my needy buds at the same time.
When his hand disappears again, I lift my head as he reaches between my legs for the chain. He holds up the end of it, an odd-looking clasp. I think he’s going to hook it to my neck, but he doesn’t. Instead, he holds the clasp and lets the cold metal drag up my body between my breasts.
The bulk of it is still between my thighs, and my curiosity is piqued. What is his intention here?
Lasim moves the clasp back and forth, causing the links to sway closer and closer to my nipples until the cool metal grazes my stiff buds over and over.
My heart is racing. The need I’ve only felt one other time is growing again, building inside me like a storm.
I’ve heard of storms. I’ve seen pictures of them.
They happened on Earth, where there was weather.
We didn’t experience anything like that on the space station.
But my body is in turmoil, spinning out of control. I suspect a storm is like this.
Lasim says nothing while I grow more and more restless. I’m coming out of my skin from the simple act of that chain swaying against my nipples. He holds so much power over me. It’s frustrating and interesting at the same time.
Eventually, he lowers the clasp to my lips. “Suck.”
It’s the only word he’s uttered, twice now.
I don’t dare disobey him. I eagerly open my mouth to let the metal piece inside. Holding his gaze with my eyes wide, I suck for him. It’s titillating. I think that’s the word.
Lasim pops the clasp out of my mouth and brings it to my nipple. The moment he taps my bud with the wet metal, I scream. I’m close to experiencing that delicious nirvana he treated me to on the first day. He’s not even touching my pussy, but I’m going to erupt anyway.
After touching both my nipples several times, he puts the clasp back in my mouth. I’m surprised when he releases my wrists, afraid he’s done tormenting me and plans to leave me like this.
Instead, he grabs my hands with both of his and brings my arms down to my sides. He tucks them between his knees and the arms of the chair, pinning them so I’m just as trapped as I was.
Lasim lowers the zipper of my jammies farther down my thigh, parts the material, and opens my diaper.
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. And another.
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.
“Sexually pleasing. Your body is on fire for me. I like it this way. Eventually, you’ll crave my touch and mentally beg me to let you come.”
My brow furrows. Come where?
He smiles. “Orgasm, Little pet. Come. Reach your peak. Achieve the release you crave. Explode.”
So many words for the nirvana I desire.
He dangles some of the chain links over my nipples again.
Another rush of wetness leaks out of me.
“You’re soaking my hand with your juices, Little pet.”
My cheeks heat. I should be mortified. Maybe I am. I’m struggling to care. I just want the elusive orgasm he speaks of. At any cost. He’s tormenting me on purpose.
“Unless I say otherwise, you will only come against this chain. You do not have permission to orgasm unless it is attached to your collar, the links grazing your clit. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I mumble. What he’s suggesting is so naughty. Devious. Filthy. But I want it.
“Do you need to come, Little pet?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I squirm, trying to get more pressure against my clit.
“I bet you’d like to have something inside you, wouldn’t you, Little pet?”
I whimper. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
“I can’t wait to thrust my tongue into your cunt, Little pet.”
I shudder. His tongue?
He chuckles. “You have no idea what I can do with my tongue, Little pet.” He lifts his hand from my pussy, wraps the length of chain around his fist until it’s pulled tight, extending down my torso between my breasts and putting pressure on my neck.
I don’t know what his intentions are at all until he lowers his fist a few inches against the open diaper, pressing the chain against my clit and between my folds.
I gasp. Need builds higher within me. My pussy is pulsing. “Daddy…” I lift my head to relieve the pressure.
“Drop your head, naughty pet,” he orders.
With a deep shudder, I obey him, crying out as the links torment my clit. He ensures it does, adjusting the chain so it’s positioned in the most devious location. “Squirm, Little pet. Rock against your leash. Make yourself come.”
A tiny voice in my mind tells me to squeeze my eyes shut and go into my head, to defy this man who thinks he can condition me to orgasm against a leash like I’m a wild animal. I shouldn’t let him do this to me.
But that voice isn’t strong enough. It’s not in charge of me.
Lasim is in charge of me now. He’s my owner.
He’s promising me a lifetime of pure pleasure if I can submit to his will.
He’s very devious in his methods. I have no doubt he can and will train me to do unthinkable things and enjoy them.
He has already reduced me to the obedient pet he says I am in just minutes.
“You need this, Little pet. You need to come. Remember how good it felt when I brought you to orgasm with the vibrating pad? You can have that every day of your life. You can have it multiple times a day. All you have to do is be my good Little pet. Obey my demands. Submit to my will.”
I’m caving. I can’t fight this. Every tiny movement reminds me that all I have to do is wiggle a bit more and then I’ll get that pleasure I desire. It’s totally humiliating. And I can’t stop it.