The Good Girl Part 3

Present Day

Val knelt down beside him and he began petting her head. 

“I thought it would be nice for us to play with one of your sisters tonight.”

I was speechless. I did everything in my power not to meet her eyes. 

“I want to share my celebration with my good girl. I think you’ll have lots of fun playing with your sister. You’ll see that sharing can be fun. Val knows she must be on her very best behavior tonight. Even though she is a bad girl she will accompany us tonight. After dinner please go to the play room and wait for Val and I.”

The Past

The first time I went to the playroom was when we were first dating. It’s where most of my training took place. It quickly became my favorite room in the house. He had progress charts set up on the wall. It’s where my collars lived. It was furnished beautifully with everything a good could need. It’s where he first made love to me. It’s where I became his good girl. 

Kaleb enjoys pet play. I was to become the perfect human pet. I’m not a specific animal. Not a cat nor a dog. Simply a pet. I’m a good girl. When I sleep in the master bedroom I lay at the foot of the bed. I eat out of my bowl on the floor most nights. However when we entertain guests I eat at the table and also on nights when he simply wants the company. I give him unconditional love and admiration and he gives me everything I need to live. 

My training collar had teeth on it. I remember being terrified of it. When he pulled on my leash the teeth would dig into my neck. He was careful enough to never cut me but it hurt all the same. He reminded me that the bites from the collar were not because I was a bad girl but because I was still in training. And untrained pets must go through some pain to learn right from wrong. 

Whining when told to do the dishes. A bite. Taking too long to get into a position. A bite. Making eye contact when told otherwise. A bite. Being late. A bite. Doing anything I wasn’t explicitly told to do. A bite. 

I had gone from a young green submissive to a completely trained pet. I knew every position. Whatever he wanted, however and whenever. I was a good girl 24/7. 

In the final weeks of my training he switched to the shock collar. Which is what I wear around my neck to this day. I haven’t been shocked in months because I am a good girl. But during the first months of dating I would get a shock at least once a day. It’s a feeling I’ve never gotten used to. It makes me want to scratch my face off. I hate the feeling of electricity. I had daily shocks as a part of my mai ten excellent routine. Sometimes it was one shock. Some days it was a series of shocks one after the other till I was sobbing begging him to stop, professing over and over my loyalty and dedication to being his property. The collar would make a beep before it administered the shock. He could make the beep happen without the shock. Keeping me in constant fear of shock. Keeping me on my best behavior with the threat of a shock at any moment looming over me. 

Present Day

I enter the play room and stand in the middle of the room while I wait. 

I’m nervous. Goosebumps cover my arms and I try my best not to shake. I look down at my feet and await orders. I know he can see me even though I can’t see him. I know better than to make any autonomous decisions right now. 

The door opens and Val is led in on a leash. He commands her to sit and she does so obediently. He walks over to dresser and pulls out cuffs. He instructs me to put them on her and I do as I’m told.  

I make sure not to make eye contact, I’m not sure if it’s fueled out of obedience or fear of what I would see. I put each cuff on with care making sure they’re snug just how he likes them. 

He snaps his fingers and I move to his side and kneel instinctively. He pets my head and a brief wave of reassurance fills me. His touch is like a drug. I crave it constantly. 

He clips her hands behind her back. Making her arms useless. He walks her over to the bird cage. The bird cage is suspended from the ceiling with its domed top and iron bars. In one swift motion he lifts her, places her inside, and closes the door. 

He turns towards me. The most wicked of smiles is plastered on his face. He snaps. I stand next to him. He takes my face in his hands and lands tender kiss after kiss on my lips. He instructs me to move freely and my body lunges into his. I wrap my arms around him. I let my hands explore before landing tangled in his hair. 

I’m temporarily lost in him. This exchange of raw lust makes me forget where I am. I could just be a normal girl making out with her boyfriend. The way I always thought it would be. He grabs my waist and flips me around with my back pressed in to him. One of his hands goes to my jaw and fixes it so I’m forced to look straight ahead. 

“Look at her”

I keep my eyes trained down. Too afraid to meet her gaze. I hear the warning buzz of my collar. I still can't look up. He administers the shock

I crumble. His arms are the only thing keeping me up. I scream and my hands fly up to my collar. 

He’s too fast for me. He grabs my wrists and pins them to my back. His other hand finds my cunt. Into my ear he says once more. 

“Look at her”

I let my eyes slowly rise to meet her and I gasp. I try to jerk my head but he doesn’t allow it. A thousand memories flood my head as I look into her scared eyes. The poor thing didn’t even look like a woman anymore. She was nothing but a scared animal in a cage. 

His hands began to to explore my cunt and he started explaining that this was what a good girl looked like. 

I let a moan escape. I was overcome with pleasure and guilt. 

“Tell her. Tell her this is what a good girl looks like”

I was pinching back tears at this point as I uttered the words. 

“Louder”

Again I choked them out. 

“LOUDER”

“This is what a good girl looks like”

My body is writhing in pleasure. My hips thrusting in time with his touch, all while I’m sobbing uncontrollably. I can feel my tears roll down face, to my neck, across my breasts, and eventually to my cunt mixed in with his fingers and my juices. I knew my inner turmoil only fueled his excitement.

I saw the fear and confusion in her eyes. I knew what she was feeling but my body didn't care. His praise and approval was too intoxicating, too mesmerizing. I hated myself for loving every minute of affection I was receiving. I hated how thankful I was not to be in her position.

How could I allow myself to feel this good when I knew what I knew? Before me was my sister. I knew her hardships. I knew what it was like down there. No one could ever forget what it was like down there, how it changes you, how it makes you forget that you're even a person....