The Family Pet (6 page)

Chapter 10

Jasmine studied the silent girl who
’
s face remained buried in the thick comforter of her bed. She wondered what thoughts ran through the girl
’
s mind. Was she plotting some future fight? Was she resigned to her future? There was no way to know. Checking the time, Jasmine decided it must be time for Patricia
’
s nightly enema.

“Get up, my pet,” she commanded.

Obedient and silent, Patricia rolled herself to her back and sat up, scooting to the bed
’
s edge, and stood.

“Go into the bathroom and kneel with your head on the floor,” Jasmine ordered.

Head down and with no signs of resistance, Patricia headed to the bathroom and knelt as ordered.

After retrieving an inflatable enema plug and its accompanying accouterments from Patricia
’
s room, Jasmine followed her captive into the bathroom. Turning on the water in the tub, she adjusted the temperature before filling the enema bag and hanging it on the rail of the shower.

“It
’
s time for your enema, pet,” she said softly. “Bill must have given this to you. It
’
s specially textured so it can
’
t come out once it
’
s inflated.

After receiving no response she lubricated the plug and began inserting it into the girl
’
s ass. Patricia groaned, shuddering as the plug entered her rectum.

“You told me you had no muscle control there, Trish, but I had no idea,” Jasmine said, wiggling the plug in the girl
’
s surprisingly loose hole. “I can
’
t wait to see your every day plug. It must be huge.”

“Oh, God…” Patricia whispered as her need to climax grew.

“So sensitive,” Jasmine teased.

Patricia moaned at Jasmine
’
s continued wiggling of the plug and her need for release grew with each passing moment. There was only one way to cum
–
with permission
–
and she was unwilling to give Jasmine the satisfaction of being asked for the command. 

“You need to cum, don
’
t you?” Jasmine teased. “Not yet, though. It
’
s time to pump this up and clean you out.”

Jasmine attached the pump to the plug and began squeezing it repeatedly. Slowly, the plug inflated, filling Patricia
’
s bottom. Filled to near full capacity, she pulled the plug, ensuring it was securely seated.

“This took a bit more than I expected, princess,” Jasmine said. “Hmm, I like that name. I think I
’
ll use it. What do you think, Princess?”

“My name is Patricia,” came a tight lipped response.

“No, it
’
s Princess,” Jasmine told her as she flipped the valve control and disconnected the pump from the plug. “Now, let
’
s just attach the enema bag and get this over with, shall we?”

Jasmine stood over the girl, attaching the hose to the plug and then to the enema bag. A quick turn of the bag
’
s valve released the warm water from the suspended bag. With a steady flow, the water began emptying into the girl below.

“That
’
s a good girl,” Jasmine cooed, stroking her new pet
’
s head. “I can see that you are already taking to your new roll as my puppy. I am very pleased.”

Patricia remained still as the warm water filled her intestines, remembering her first enema. Like Jasmine, Bill had made her kneel with her head on the floor with arms bound in similar fashion as he administered the enema. It was this remembrance, more than anything, that led to the first true break in Patricia
’
s resistance and she could feel herself drifting into another realm of consciousness. Determined, she broke the spell, swearing inwardly that she would not give in to this humiliation as she had so many times before. As she did so she also realized the utter futility of her resistance. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Jasmine, utilizing the knowledge she had gained, would break her will.  

Several minutes later, and after much praise, Jasmine allowed Patricia to release the water into the toilet beside her.

“Up!” she commanded, aiding Patricia to sit on the edge of the toilet seat. Releasing the air through the plug
’
s valve, she quickly pulled the plug from Patricia
’
s ass and pushed her to sit upright. “Such a good girl.”

Red with embarrassment, Patricia sat with head bowed as the warm water rushed from her body and into the toilet accompanied by more praise and soft caresses. When, at long last, the humiliating ordeal was over, Patricia was made to kneel while Jasmine toweled her damp bottom dry.

After bringing Patricia to her feet, Jasmine led her to foot of her bed and commanded “Kneel, Princess.”

Hesitating, Patricia looked upward in silent prayer, praying her ordeal would end. Then, holding back her tears, she knelt.

“I
’
ve got a few commands for you, dear,” Jasmine informed her. “When I say
‘
Come
’
I expect you to come to me. When I order you to kneel I expect you to kneel. When I say
‘
Down
’
you are to kneel, if you aren
’
t already kneeling, and put your face on the floor. If I say
‘
Stand
’
you are to stand. When I tell you to cum for me I expect an orgasm. Is that clear?”

Shaking, and with her body jerking as she wept in silence, Patricia affirmed Jasmine
’
s orders with a slight nod.

“Lets try this out, Princess,” Jasmine said. “Stand.”

Audibly weeping now, Patricia stood.

“Kneel,” she followed up.

“God, why is this happening?” Patricia thought as she knelt.

On and on the commands continued until Jasmine was satisfied Patricia was properly humiliated. “Good girl,” she said, pleased. “I think it
’
s time to reward you, Princess. Down, girl.”

Patricia placed her head on the ground, staring off into the empty open space of the room. Waiting silently, she wondered what torture she would be forced to endure next.

“You have been such a good little puppy that I have decided to allow you some pleasure,” Jasmine said, slipping an overly large dildo into the girl
’
s ass.

Patricia groaned at the intrusion, her body reacting to the sudden stimulus. Within moments of the intrusion she was near to climax.

“You are such an anal whore, Princess,” Jasmine said. “I bet you want to cum already.”

“No,” Patricia lied.

Jasmine was silent as she pumped the thick phallus into her captive
’
s ass, watching and listening for the tell tale signs of need. Her wait was short lived. Almost immediately Patricia
’
s body betrayed her and she was returning each of Jasmine
’
s thrusts.

“You want to cum, don
’
t you?” Jasmine asked.

“No!” Patricia cried out as her ass pushed back against the large dildo.

“When you tell me your name, Princess, I will let you cum,” she informed the girl.

In and out, Jasmine pumped the phallus, amazed the girl could feel pleasure from such a large toy. She had tried to take it herself one evening but found it was impossible to do so no matter how much lubrication she used.

Groans escaped Patricia
’
s mouth, defying her wants as her need for release built steadily. Seconds seemed like hours as she fought her need. She panted and groaned, clenching her teeth and sweating. Finally, she could take no more and a begging shout in askance for release escaped her lips.

“What
’
s your name?” Jasmine demanded, pumping the dildo harder and faster. “Tell me your name!”

“Patricia!” she screamed.

Wrong!” Jasmine said sternly. “Tell me your name and I
’
ll let you cum.”

“Patricia!”

“Wrong!” Patricia heard.” What
’
s your name?”

The dildo pumped relentlessly, bringing tears of unrelenting need to her eyes.

Jasmine adjusted herself so she could whisper into Patricia
’
s ear. “Tell me your name, Princess, and I will let you cum.”

Unable to resist any longer, the need for release being too great, Patricia betrayed herself. “Princess,” she grunted.

“Tell me your name is
‘
Princess
’
,” Jasmine whispered.

“My name is Princess,” she said finally, shaking with defeat.

“Cum for me, Princess,” Jasmine said softly.

Release; it washed over her and freed her from distress, rewarding her with immeasurable pleasure. She cried out and thrust back against the intruding phallus, pushing it further inside her body.

“What
’
s your name?” Jasmine asked softly.

“My name is Princess,” she cried.

“Cum for me, Princess,” Jasmine ordered.

She climaxed again, crying out as she gave into Jasmine
’
s wants, knowing her failure and refusing to care.

Again came the question. Again came the answer and so followed by the command to cum. Again came the release of pleasure and the fulfillment of need.

Chapter 11

Daylight streamed through the kitchen window. Jasmine stood at the stove cooking her breakfast. After setting the table she headed to her bedroom to find her puppy-girl fast asleep on the floor where she had left her.

“Princess,” she called. “Wake up, Princess.”

Slowly, Princess raised her eyes and looked up.

“Come,” Jasmine ordered, before turning to leave the room.

Struggling to her feet, Princess followed behind, catching up to Jasmine as she entered the kitchen.

“I know you
’
re wondering why you can leave the room today,” Jasmine began. “suffice to say that I am in complete control of your whereabouts. Just know that if you step one foot out the door you will be in as much pain as you were when you tried to leave my room last night. So, I recommend you don
’
t get any silly ideas of leaving.”

Princess looked at Jasmine, silently taking in her words, knowing it would be wise not to test them.

“Kneel, Princess.”

She knelt, wishing she could offer up some sort of resistance. “God, why don
’
t I fight? Am I that weak?” she thought.

H. Dean