Page 25 of Silver

Daphne is young. Eighteen. Though it’s true she’s impressionable and a blank slate, she also lacks information about many aspects of the lifestyle she craves. She probably hasn’t taken the time to search the internet to discover things about herself that I will happily teach her.

Those books, though… They’re telling. She’s read and reread them. She needs to understand the connection.

“I skimmed through several of your books, precious. I know what you crave. You even dog-eared your favorite passages. I’ve read them. You can’t tell me you don’t have a pet-play fetish. You own three books in which the hero puts the heroine in a kennel. The pages are turned down in each of them.”

I flick her clit again, loving the way she moans. I doubt she’s even aware. She’s so fucking aroused that I need to be careful. She could come from a tiny touch.

Pulling the front of her panties tighter, I whisper, “Your pussy is soaking wet, precious. Is that from the kennel, the collar, or the bit?”

She whimpers.

“Maybe it’s a combination. Perhaps those things would make you hot by themselves, but combined, they’re driving you out of your mind with the need to come.”

Goosebumps rise on her skin, and her jaw flexes as she bites down hard on the bit. Precious.

I can’t torment her pussy or tits anymore, so I stop edging her. Time for another lesson. I pick up the leash from my lap, reach between the bars again, and snap it onto the ring of her collar. The metal clasp is a carabiner, and it makes a snapping noise when it pops into place.

Daphne flinches.

I tuck a finger under the collar, tightening it against her skin, and use two fingers to hold the ring at the front steady. With my other hand, I remove the leash.

She shudders and exhales before I pop it back on. This time, the snap resonates seemingly louder even to my ears. I do it again, remove and replace. Again. Again. Again. Each time the little snap makes my girl flinch until eventually she leans into it, whimpering.

“Good girl.” Leaving the leash attached, I let go of the collar and pat the top of her head. The metal chain hangs down between her legs, swaying against her breasts and the gusset of her panties.

I’ll snap the leash on and off her several times every day to help condition her to the sound. I want it to become a source of comfort, so the moment I attach it, she relaxes. We’ve made good progress today. I’m surprised by how quickly she accepted the leash.

She’s humming now. It’s delightful.

I touch the metal chain with one finger, making it swing between her breasts. When she moans, my cock jumps. How long has she been in this kennel? Not as long as I thought it would take to bring her to heel. Her body has relaxed considerably. She’s no longer tugging on the restraints.

Yes, part of her response is expected simply because I’m breaking her, but she’s also realizing how starved she is for this sort of control.

I point it out to her. “See how nice it is to submit to me? Don’t fight it. Stop thinking about the bars restraining you in a negative way. Think of this kennel as your comfort zone, a place you can go when you need to feel safe and secure. A place I will direct you to when I think you need to reflect.”

She whimpers again.

I tap the leash again, victorious when she straightens her spine and arches her chest. She’s hoping I’ll let the chain brush against her tits.

“That’s my girl. Arch your back, precious.”

She moans as she pushes her breasts out farther.

The leash is long enough that it has gathered against her pussy, and she’s squirming now, every movement giving her some much-desired contact.

“Such a naughty little slut. So greedy. Do you want to feel the leash dragging against your pussy, dirty girl?”

She moans louder. She still hasn’t met my gaze.

I pull out the front of her panties. “Would you like me to tuck the end of your leash into your wet panties, naughty girl?”

Her body shudders.

I hold up the leash, letting it dangle against her pelvis. “Look at me, Daphne. Eyes on me.”

Slowly, she lifts her gaze to meet mine.

“Good girl. You’re a filthy slut, aren’t you, precious?”