Lush Whisper

It was only a natural consequence to cage away her clit if she wasn't going to be grateful for it. Since his pet needed clitoral stimulation to come, she'd been very miserable over that punishment.

Once the belt was off, Jack was able to get a good look at the urethral plug. Another home design. There were medical catheters, of course, which could serve a similar role--they would be fixed in place in the bladder itself with a balloon--but the design was simply not appealing to Jack. He wanted the brutality of metal, the stretch of a plug.

He wanted to be able to ruin every hole on his pet's body.

The plug was a custom-made urethral sound. Rather than the long, slim taper of a typical sound, it was relatively short and fat. It had something of the shape of an anal plug in miniature, though more conical, in deference to the greater difficulty in coaxing the urethra to accept a foreign object.

The slim end rapidly fattened to a thicker bulb, on the fat side of sounds that might be used in standard play, thick enough that he knew it was uncomfortable for his pet when it was inserted; then it slimmed again, creating a little neck that her flesh could contract around, forming a natural seal that turned the little piece of metal into a very functional obstruction to urination. And then, of course, a flared base for safety, which stuck out into a short rod that could be handled or slotted into the belt.

The shape required that the plug be removed carefully and delicately--in a word, slowly. Simply yanking it out, as his pet no doubt wished he would do, could cause some real damage.

The bitch was struggling to stay still now, her urgency compounded by how near relief must have felt. Her feet shifted minutely against the tiled floor, her toes curling into the water rinsing by. Her body quivered against his. Each of her breaths puffed out with the faintest voiced whimper.

Jack took the end of the urethral plug between his fingers and turned it slowly, rotating it inside her. It was pushed out just a bit--her body must have been trying to eject it earlier, in her desperation to urinate--so he started by pushing it all the way back in, thoroughly filling her.

"Uhng," she groaned helplessly, her spine curving.

"Sensitive pet," he commented, smiling.

He could only imagine the sensation. He had tried sounding on himself, of course--how embarrassing it would have been, to try for the first time on his pet and to make some sort of beginner's mistake--but male and female anatomy were radically different in that regard.

The female urethra passed very close to the internal structure of the clitoris. How confusing it must be to her body, to have had no external stimulation on her clitoris in over five years, and now to experience this internal clitoral stimulation via a hole that was never meant to be violated.

Jack tugged gently at the plug, working it slowly out of her body until the little hole was stretched around the widest part. The bitch was panting hard, her breaths coming in little whimpers.

The plug shifted against his fingers as her internal muscles grappled it, trying to push it out one second and then contracting around it the next. A war between her bladder and her arousal.

He waited until her muscles contracted again, sucking at the plug--and he moved with the motion, pushing it into her again. Fucking her with it, grinding the thickest part of the metal inside her.

She let out a shaking keen, leaning forward into the tile as her knees wobbled and turned inwards.

The one downside of this position in the shower was that Jack couldn't watch her clit; he had chosen the rings over a solid shield because he wanted to be able to see it, and it was a delight to watch it dance and tremble with tortured arousal, as it must certainly be doing now.

Ah, well. It was just as nice to have his fingers wrapped around the sounding plug, feeling the tremulous movements of her muscles, knowing each clench and twitch telegraphed an excruciating crisis in her body as it tried to understand the sensation of penetration in a hole that was not at all made for it.

He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, and then nipped at her ear. "Needy pet. Didn't you just come last month?"

"Y-yes, Jack," she gasped, voice raw and miserable.

His lips curved into a smile at the memory. It had been her gotcha day, the anniversary of the day he'd taken her home, and he always liked to do something special to celebrate.

Special for himself, mostly. It was a celebration of his own hard work, of all the months he'd put in earning her trust--bringing her coffee and food, making idle conversation, putting on his best manners to convince her that his interest in an eighteen-year-old girl living in a box in an alley was purely altruistic. It had been no small feat, talking her into coming to stay with him, and he thought he deserved to celebrate the accomplishment.
Whether or not she enjoyed the celebration was not so material.

Though Jack suspected she'd enjoyed this most recent celebration at least a little. It had been her first orgasm in years, after all. He had used the set of sounds that he'd trained her with, had worked her up to one of the thickest ones--one that was nearly as thick as the widest part of her plug. And then he'd fucked her with the sound in, letting the bouncing of the rod stimulate her until she was wet and trembling.

Finally, when he was close to coming, he'd taken a powerful vibrator and held it against the end of the sound.

She'd screamed quite a lot. But she'd had orgasms, too--quite a few of them, though they had come so fast that it had been difficult for Jack to keep count. That must have been some sort of positive for her, Jack thought.

"You came a lot," he reminded her. "So you can't be that desperate for an orgasm, can you?"

He was still twisting and grinding the plug inside her, and at first she only moaned in answer. When she did finally manage to speak, it was just one word: "Please..."

"Please? Please what? Do you want me to let you pee, or do you want me to make you come?"

He rolled the end of the plug between his hands, wriggling it inside her, and chuckled at the strained half-shout that she swallowed back, the way her spine curved and her ass rubbed against his hard cock.

"Well? Which do you want more--or do you not know?"

The bitch trembled and sobbed, her pitiful sounds echoing in the shower as he continued to thrust the little plug in and out, thoroughly fucking the one hole between her legs that was least made for it.

And yet, that wasn't true any more; every day, she was more and more made to be fucked here.

With the training, and the daily plugging, and the perpetual state of sexual need that he enforced, he'd re-designed her body. Re-trained her.

"Please, Jack, please let me pee," she wailed finally, her voice cracking and then breaking into a deep groan when he rolled the thickest part of the plug inside her again, grinding it relentlessly against parts of the clitoris that could never be reached otherwise.

"In good time, pet. Here, let's take a bit off the top," he murmured, and then he pulled the plug out--slowly, carefully--until the widest part popped free of her tiny hole. A gush of pressurized urine followed it, spraying out around the tapered tip still penetrating her.

"Ah!--Thank you Jack thank you thank you thank you--uhgnn!" The noise she made when he interrupted the spray by shoving the plug back into place again was excruciatingly guttural, animalistic.

"Is that a bit better?" he asked, knowing full well that it was not. Her bladder held between twelve and fifteen ounces of fluid at its fullest--he'd measured, of course, many times--and he'd let out maybe a single ounce. Not enough to provide any real relief, just enough to tease her with the idea of it. The end of the plug bounced against his fingers, her muscles flexing and straining, trying in vain to eject it, to continue disgorging the critical fullness in her abdomen.

When she groaned again, he shushed her. "You're doing so well, pet. Thank me again."

More moaning--though that may have been because Jack was pushing on the plug again. Finally, she got the words out, raw and shockingly sincere: "Thank you, Jack--ah!--"

He rewarded her by easing the plug out once more, which seemed to shock her. Her hips curled forward a bit as more urine sprayed out, splattered the tiled wall in a little fountain, her body attempting to eject it as quickly as possible.

"Good girl. That's a good girl," he praised her, thrilled by the way she shook, her body trembling with the exertion of urinating after holding it for so many hours.

She whimpered out more broken thanks, a frantic and pathetic gratitude in her voice, even though she must have been able to feel the lingering threat of the tip of the plug still penetrating her.

He let her release perhaps five ounces this time, enough to get her bladder approximately half-empty.

This time, when Jack pushed the plug back in, her groan was more circumspect. She shuddered, her thighs shaking against his, and then she arched her back, the plush lips of her cunt brushing invitingly against him.

So he let go of the plug, leaving it lodged in place, and guided his cock into her.

"Oh," she grunted when he filled her cunt. Surprised, even though she'd been all but humping back against him. But she was ready for it; she was wet and grasping around him, as eager to be used as ever.

"Shh. It's alright, pet. I know what you need," he assured her. "A good fucking always puts you right, doesn't it?"

She whimpered, and did not answer--perhaps too worried that she might say that she'd rather empty the rest of her bladder than be fucked at the moment. Even so, as he gripped her hips and started to rut into her, she leaned into it, her echoing whimpers becoming little mewls of pleasure.

"Always in heat, this bitch," he commented. "Desperate and needy, just the way I want you. God, imagine if I let you piss and come at the same time? Your brain would probably melt."

"Ungh!" she grunted, her body tightening hard around him in obvious agreement.

"We're going the opposite direction, though. Have you noticed?" He ground his cock inside her, and her muscles trembled around him, a lovely counterpoint to how her urethra grasped at the plug. She wanted every hole filled, his bitch. "I like the idea of you only coming from having your little piss-hole fucked. It was so cute, the way you screamed from that vibrating sound. Your poor clitoris must have barely known what was happening, all that stimulation deep inside. What do you think?"

"Mmmn--mm--Jack--"

"Of course, if you can come from my cock, you're welcome to try. You've never managed it before, but I guess there's always a first time for everything," he reasoned. "But barring that sort of miracle--the next time I make you come on purpose, it's going to be with that plug. And probably with a bladder so full that you're crying from the pain. I really like that idea, don't you?"

"Jack--!"

"No? Well, that's too bad, pet. That's what's going to happen." He hummed with pleasure, pressing deep into her and feeling how she rippled feverishly around him. "Would that ruin your orgasm, you think? Coming with such a full bladder? Your whole body will clench around it, making it hurt even worse--oh, yes," he groaned as an especially despairing sob from her set him off, his cock twitching wildly as it spilled inside her. "Fuck. Your cunt is just perfect, you know that?"

"Th-thank you," she gasped, audibly forcing the words out around her sobs--and then she wailed as he reached around and pulled the plug free once more, all of her muscles tightening around him as she gave over to a gibbering, frantic gratitude. "Uh, uh, thank you, thank you Jack thank you!"

He chuckled darkly, enjoying the trembling contractions of her body working hard to empty itself, incidentally milking his cock in the process. "That's for being such a good girl. Good girls get to pee, hmm?"

"Thank you!--I l-love you!--"

"Oh, pet. My little bitch," he cooed, immediately pleased, reaching down to massage her tender stomach and helping to push out the last of the urine she'd been holding. "I know you do. I'm the most important thing about you. I made you. You wouldn't be here without me."

She was nodding frantically, hiccoughing and whimpering around more sloppily-formed thanks, more confessions of love.

Jack was familiar with this state by now, the rush of endorphins that would bring her to this point; if they weren't in the shower, he knew her face would be wet with tears. It was the final pulling of the plug that had done her in, probably, an unexpected kindness when she must have been anticipating an uncomfortable evening of nursing a half-emptied bladder.

"You'll be thinking about that, won't you, next time I make you come?" he murmured. "Imagining that feeling of relief, thinking about what I said about how it'd feel to be allowed to piss and to come at the same time--to be allowed to squirt properly, to spray your messy heat-bitch mess all over the place? Mmm." Each of his sentences seemed to hit her like a blow, making her grunt out little sounds and squeeze around his sensitive cock.

"Maybe we'll do that this weekend, since you're so eager for it. I'll plug you up for twenty four hours, and then I'll fuck your tiny little pee-hole with the plug until you scream. What do you think? Will you miss the years when I didn't let you come at all?"

"Uhnn," she groaned. Her trembling had changed quality; it was a mixture of exhaustion and pure sexual need, now. "I-if that's what you want, Jack."

"That's right. Good girl," he murmured, squeezing her hip before pulling out. "Go ahead and clean up. Play with your pussy a bit, let me see how horny you are. If you do a good job, you won't have to wear the vibrating anal plug tonight."

"Y-yes, Jack."

He smiled as he watched her toying with herself, dipping her fingers into her pussy and then rubbing over the outside. Occasionally, she would focus on her urethral opening, massaging at the tender little hole where it gaped open from holding the plug.

She knew better, of course, than to try to touch the rings that caged her clitoris. The punishment for that was built in: some of the rings had small knobs on the inside, not sharp enough to do real damage, but small enough to feel like little spikes if pressed or rubbed into the delicate organ.

Maybe, some day, he would teach her to come like that, too: train her to masochism, to only experience sexual release in tandem with physical pain. That would be lovely. To teach her to love the feeling of coming with her urethra, to suffer through the contractions of orgasm on a full bladder, and then to change it all up and force her to learn something else.

He could do whatever he wanted with her. That was the whole point of keeping a pet, after all.

And Jack planned to keep her for a good, long time.

***THE END***