Ashley was clearly pleased to discover that her clothes for the day were relatively normal - a short skirt and a tight shirt.  There were no panties, but you couldn’t tell unless she bent over, and the outfit as a whole was sexy, but not so slutty that she couldn’t have worn it in public.

 

“Very good,” said Eric when she emerged back into the lounge room.  

 

She blushed, and came over to him and kissed him.

 

“One more thing, though,” said Eric, when the kiss was done.  He reached under her skirt and, before she could react, he pushed something up into her pussy.  It was small, and hard, and made of some kind of plastic or rubber.  Then he took a strip of duct tape that he’d cut while she was getting dressed and pressed it against her cunt, sealing her pussy shut and trapping the object within her.

 

“What the hell?” she swore, jumping back.

 

Eric picked up his phone and interacted with an app on it.  Ashley squealed and jumped.

 

The device inside her was a remote-controlled vibrator - a fairly powerful one - and it was now kicking and buzzing within her cunt.

 

“Do you like that?” he asked.

 

“No!” she squeaked - and then immediately flinched, realising that Eric didn’t like to hear the word “no”.  

 

“I mean, it’s… fun,” she amended.  “Thank you for putting it inside me, Uncle Eric.”

 

“You’re welcome,” said Eric.  “You’ll see it’s fairly quiet at that level, but…”

 

He turned the vibrator up on his app, and Ashley immediately squeezed her thighs together.  The thing was really kicking inside her now - and, more than that, it was *audible* now.  Anyone standing near Ashley would be able to hear the loud humming sound coming from her fuckhole.

 

She made a little slutty gasp.  She was realising she was helpless - unable to remove the intruder from her pussy, or control its effect on her.

 

“Fun, isn’t it?” said Eric - and then he mercifully turned it down to its lowest setting, a tiny background tingle.

 

“Now, come on,” he said.  “We have some shopping to do.”

 

She followed him reluctantly to the car, blinking in the sunlight as they emerged from the front door.  It was her first time outdoors since she had moved in.  He opened the passenger door for her, and she got in, and then he went around to the driver’s side.

 

As he got in, she spoke abruptly.

 

“Is this forever?” she asked.

 

“What?” he responded, surprised.

 

“How do I get out of this?” she asked.  “Is it just me doing whatever you want, forever?”

 

He looked at her, taking a moment to decide how to respond.

 

“No,” he said finally.  “First of all, you can walk away at any time.  If you have the bravery and willpower to detox, you can leave right now.  You’re going to feel like absolute shit without that pill. You are going to scream and claw at your skin.  You are going to piss and shit yourself.  You’re going to want to die.  But you won’t die.  So if you ever feel like having a week so bad you spend every moment wishing you were dead is better than pleasing me, that’s an option you have.”

 

He watched her eyes.  He saw her recognising that yes, she could do that.  And someday she might do that.  She had the option.  Or at least, she could pretend she had that option.  But the reality was that she was a spoiled bitch with no impulse control, no tolerance for misery, and no restraint, and she simply didn’t have the personal fortitude to actually detox.  She would give up as soon as it got hard.  And at some level, she knew that.

 

“But also I’m not doing this for no reason, you know,” he continued.  “I’m doing this because you’re a thieving slut.  You’re a bitch with no regard or respect for other people.  You’re a spoiled, shallow brat.  You deserve everything that’s happening to you, and more.  And if a time comes where I think you’ve learned your lesson, and you’ve become a respectful, obedient girl who knows her place in the world, then I might set you free.”

 

This was *mostly* a lie.  He had no way to free her from her addiction other than detox, and he didn’t intend to send her off with a giant stash of the pill and trust her to regulate herself.  But if she became submissive enough that she learned to obey him unquestioningly without the pill, then he might force her through detox, whether she wanted to or not, and then she *would* be free, if she wanted to be.

 

But his words had the right effect on her.  There was a light of hope - two ways that she could escape from him, as unrealistic as they seemed.  She could pretend that some day she would get to go back to being normal bratty, bitchy independent self.  And that was what he needed her to believe, right now.

 

In the meantime, he started the car.

 

He didn’t know where Ashley thought they might be driving - the grocery store, perhaps - but it took her a minute to register something was wrong when he stopped the car outside Big Tim’s Pet Supply Store.

 

“What’s this?” she asked suspiciously.  “Why are we here?”

 

“We’re just getting you a few things you need,” said Eric.  “And I’m going to see if I can trust you.”

 

He handed her his bank card.

 

“This is a premium pet store,” he told her.  “They do customisations, right there in store.  So I want you to go in and buy the following things for me…”

 

“I don’t need anything from a pet store,” Ashley said immediately.

 

“Yes, you do,’ said Eric.  “And you need to understand that by the time we get home from this trip, either I’m going to be pleased with you, or displeased, and it’s entirely up to you which of those possibilities happens.  And I think you’re going to be a lot happier - and cry a lot fewer tears - if I’m pleased with you.  Understand?”

 

She made an angry pout, but fell silent.

 

“You’re going to buy a Jaffilk A-13 Pet Training Collar with Leather Exterior,” he said.  “Repeat that back to me.”

 

“A Jaffilk A-13 Pet Training Collar with Leather Exterior,” said Ashley, still pouting.

 

“Good girl,” he said.  “I want it customised to have the word ‘CUNT’ stitched into it.”

 

“No,” said Ashley immediately.

 

“Pleased or displeased, Ashley,” said Eric.  “Your choice.”

 

“Is this supposed to be for me?” said Ashley.  “I’m not wearing a dog collar that says ‘CUNT’.”

 

Eric reached out and grabbed her hair, and pulled her down towards him.  She struggled, but he managed to unclip her seatbelt, and then pull her over his lap.

 

“Uncle Eric!” she objected.  “There are people out there!”

 

There were, indeed, other people in the car park.  None were looking at Eric’s car, but they easily could.

 

“It’s you who are choosing to give them a show, Ashley,” he told her, and pulled up her skirt to reveal her ass.  He swatted at it - a painful spank - and then pulled her further onto his lap.

 

“Someone will see!” Ashley wailed.

 

“It’s not my fault that you cum from having your ass spanked, Ashley,” said Eric.  “But apparently  you want to show that special trait off to the people in the car park.  Oh, look, I think a man has spotted you.  He’s staring at your ass right now.”

 

That was a lie, but Ashley, with her face down, didn’t know that.  She squealed.

 

“Please!” she wailed.

 

“Pleased or displeased, Ashley,” he said, whacking her ass again.  “Your choice.  Maybe I should wind down the window so they can hear you too.”

 

“No!” said Ashley.  “Stop!  Fine, I’ll buy the damn collar.  Please!”

 

He let her up.  “That’s more like it,” he told her.  “But you should know that right now I am displeased, and you’re going to have to be extra-good now to change that.  Tell me the name of the collar again.”

 

She had already forgotten, so he reminded her.  “The Jaffilk A-13 Pet Training Collar with Leather Exterior.  With ‘CUNT’ stitched into it.”

 

And that wasn’t the only thing he wanted her to buy.

 

“Also get a dog leash - a chain one, with a leather handle.  And a plastic dog bowl with ‘ASHLEY’ written on the side.  And three cans of wet dog food.”

 

“I’m *not* eating dog food,” said Ashley immediately, as if she hadn’t just been reminded of how Eric punished disobedience

 

“If I’m pleased with you tonight, you won’t have to,” he told her.  “But you *will* buy it.  And I want you to specifically tell the sales clerk that you don’t have a dog, and all three items are for you.”

 

Her eyes flashed with defiance.

 

“I’ll know if you don’t, Ashley,” he told her.  “Pleased or displeased.”

 

She took his bank card from him and jumped out of the car without a further word.

 

He watched her from the car window as she went into the shop.  As soon as she passed through the pet shop doors, he used his phone to turn up the buzzing of her vibrator - just a little bit, just enough for her to notice.

 

He could see her through the shop windows as she wandered around the aisles within the store, and as she walked, he slowly raised the intensity of her vibrator.  The longer she looked at dog collars, and leashes, and pet food, the wetter her cunt would get, and the more aroused she would become.  

 

There were other customers in the store, and he knew that Ashley would be intimately aware that she was the only perverted one, the only one who was picking out a collar for her own throat, a leash to allow someone to control her, and dog food that she may be forced to eat herself.  She was the only one in the store with a wet pussy and a buzzing vibrator inside it.

 

In this, she was perhaps not entirely correct.  Eric had picked this pet store because he knew the owner, and that the owner was kinky, and Ashley would not be the first person to buy a collar or leash from the store for kink purposes.  But he liked her thinking that she, alone, was a disgusting pervert.

 

He watched as she found the items he had asked for and took them to the counter.  He could even see her blush as she spoke - the sign that she had done as he asked, and told the shopkeeper that the items were for her, and not for a dog.  At this blush, he turned her vibrator up further, and he knew it would now be loud enough for people immediately next to her to hear it.  He saw her jump as he did so, her hands moving towards her groin before realising that there was nothing she could do about what was happening to her.

 

The shopkeep took the dog bowl and the collar from her and took them to machines to emblazon “ASHLEY” and “CUNT” on them, respectively - and when he passed them back to Ashley, Eric turned her vibrator to the highest setting.

 

Through the window, he saw her knees buckle, and she almost fell to the ground.  Eric thought it was very likely that Ashley had just orgasmed, in public, in a pet store, and he grinned happily to himself.

 

Shortly afterwards, she came running out to him with her purchases, blushing wildly.

 

“Have a good time, pet?” he asked her.

 

“Fuck off,” she said.

 

He held out his hand.  “Bank card,” he said.

 

She passed it back, sullenly.

 

He took the shopping bag from her too, and pulled out a can of dog food and showed it to her.

 

“If I’m displeased when I get home, this is your dinner tonight,” he told her.  “And you’ll eat it out of your new bowl like the bitch you are.”

 

“And if you’re pleased?” she asked. 

 

“Steak,” he said.  “At the dinner table.  Your choice.”

 

He pulled out the collar and said, “Now it’s time to put this on.”

 

“I hate it,” she said.

 

“I know,” said Eric.  “I don’t care.  Lift up your hair.”

 

She obediently lifted her hair away from her neck, and Eric buckled the collar around her throat.  Despite its name, it wasn’t *really* designed for animals, and it came with a little padlock on the buckle.  Eric locked it shut, and tucked the key into his wallet.

 

“How long do I have to wear this for?” asked Ashley.

 

“It doesn’t come off,” he told her.  “It’s waterproof, and you can wear it comfortably to bed.”

 

Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to protest.  

 

“It has another trick,” said Eric.  He held up the remote that came with the collar, and pressed a button.

 

“Get this off me…” began Ashley - and then her throat convulsed, and she squeaked.

 

Her eyes went even wider.

 

“What the - OW!  OW!  OW!”

 

She jerked and writhed in the passenger seat, clawing at the collar.

 

“It’s a pet training collar, Ashley,” he told her.  “And I’ve just set it to ‘debarking’.  It’s going to shock you each time you make a sound.  I’ve decided I’d like you nice and quiet for the rest of the evening.”

 

“Stop it - OW!  OW!”

 

“Stop trying to talk, you silly slut,” said Eric, amused.

 

She whimpered - and then fell silent.  Her hands were still feeling at the collar, trying to remove it.

 

“The collar has a fairly powerful battery,” Eric warned her.  “If you try to break it or forcibly remove it, it could discharge all at once, and that *could* be very dangerous.  I wouldn’t mess with it, if I were you.”

 

She stopped trying to pull the collar off.

 

“Now, I’m still displeased with you, pet,” he told her.  “Which means you’re going to have the dog food for dinner tonight.  Do you have anything to say about that?”

 

Obviously there was nothing she *could* say, with the collar in debarking mode.

 

She looked at him with pleading eyes - and then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

 

He let her, making no effort to kiss her back, making her work for it.

 

She moved out of her seat so she could press her tits against him, and gently caressed his hair with her hands.  Her tongue pushed into his mouth, and he sucked on it, finally beginning to kiss her in return.

 

But despite her very arousing efforts in kissing him, when she looked into his eyes she could still see cruelty, and displeasure at her earlier resistance.

 

She paused in despair for long moments.  She couldn’t beg - she couldn’t talk at all.  How could she make him pleased?

 

And then, slowly, a blush crept across her cheeks.  Her hands went to his pants, and she unbuttoned them, and unzipped the fly, and pulled out his erect cock.  And then she leaned forwards, and took his cock into her mouth, and began to suck.

 

She was still a relatively unskilled cocksucker, but the mouth of a teen slut was a pleasurable thing even in the worst of circumstances, and it didn’t take long before he was cumming into her mouth.  To his pleasure, she swallowed automatically, without being told, and stayed there with his dick in her mouth until the last of his cum had flowed from the tip, and his cock had begun to soften.

 

Then she looked up at him for approval.

 

“Good girl,” he told her.  “I’m pleased.  Steak for dinner, then.”

 

===

 

But when they got home, he put her new dogbowl on the kitchen floor, and piled the three cans of dog food on the kitchen bench, where she would see them every day.

 

As a threat.  As a reminder… to keep pleasing him.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)