When she agreed to be my pet, I don’t think she knew what she was signing up for. I wasn’t game for that “only in the bedroom” nonsense; she was going to be my trained, obedient fuck pet.
She giggled and gave me a sultry glare when I stripped her down and chained her to the wall outside. “Oh, Master, what are you going to do to me?” she asked, in a faux-submissive voice. Already she was breaking rules: pets don’t speak words.
When I left her out there for two nights in a row, I could see that she was worried. Maybe she was finally realizing that she had bitten off a bit more than she could chew.
I won’t describe the two-month training process. It was…”intense”.
Don’t bother asking my pet, either. She doesn’t speak words anymore.
But the look of pure happiness that gleams in her eye whenever I’m controlling her in undeniable. She’s always wanted this, and now she can’t even imagine a life without it.
I……I can’t think of a way to say how hot this makes me
Then again that’s how he likes me… Without words
Uie's Cage 