I wake on the floor, my body curled into the blanket, my doggie bed next to where I used to sleep. It’s Thursday, and the air hums with something electric, like the quiet before a thunderstorm. The tail pulses before I’m fully awake, a single, low thrum through the plug, not just a signal but a tease, stirring heat low in my belly. My phone’s screen lights up, the pawprint icon glowing steady. The voice in my ear plugs speaks, calm but commanding, as if it knows I’m already half-surrendered:

POSTURE LINKAGE ENABLED

Your tail and collar now sense your position, Mia.

Affirmations will play when you’re:

– Crawling

– Sitting in Sit UP

– Nose-to-phone during Obey

Standing triggers a correction tone.

Let your body lead where your mind hesitates.

[ACCEPT] [LATER]

I shift on the rug, the tail’s weight sending a shiver through me. *Senses my position?* My thumb grazes LATER, but the heat from that pulse lingers, coaxing me. I tap ACCEPT. The tail vibrates once, a warm confirmation that makes my breath hitch. I’m kneeling in Sit Up position beside my, well not mine and more, bed. I wonder for a moment, then I move to stand, and a sharp, synthetic screech cuts through the plug, jarring my hips. It’s not pain, but it’s *wrong*, like a chord struck out of tune. I yelp, dropping to all fours, heart racing. The correction fades, replaced by a lush, soothing hum that curls through me, tightening my core. The voice purrs: “You’re lighter like this.”

I gasp, thighs pressing together. The affirmation isn’t just words, it’s a caress, stoking a warmth that pools low. The contrast is dizzying: the screech’s sharp edge, then this soft, pulsing reward. The app whispers: “You didn’t know how heavy choice was, did you?” I bite my lip, a quiet moan slipping out as the tail shifts, amplifying every sensation. The app lights up with a new message

A good girl does as she is told

if you want to be a good girl press obey

[Obey]

I immediately find myself pressing obey then pause for a moment. It made me feel so good to press it, to be a good girl. But “Obey.” That’s another big word, am I losing control here? The obey button stays on the screen now and pressing it give me a reward, a reward I’m growing dependent on.

I crawl all day, each movement, hands, knees, hips swaying, earns a purr from the tail, a hum from the collar, a whispered “Good girl. Stay low. Stay soft.” The affirmations ignite sparks, each one building on the last, my skin hypersensitive to the carpet’s brush, the tail’s gentle tug. By noon, my breath is shallow, my body thrumming with need. I’m not just obeying, I’m chasing the heat that comes with it.

At 3 PM, I have a Zoom meeting. Normally, I’d fake normalcy, hoodie, couch, camera angled high. Today, I kneel in Sit Up, bare under a draped blanket, knees apart, tail heavy, collar snug. The camera catches only my face, hiding the bowl of water, the leash coiled nearby, the bone charm glinting at my throat. My colleagues talk budgets, but I’m barely listening. The collar hums between their words: “Good girls listen. Stay small. Stay still.” My thighs clench, slick with arousal. I lean forward, nose brushing the phone to tap [Obey,] and the reward tone floods me, a warm wave that makes me stifle a whimper. No one notices, but I’m burning, every affirmation pushing me closer to an edge.

That night, I test the system again, not out of defiance but a need to feel the boundaries. I stand in the dim living room, heart pounding. The tail screeches instantly, a shrill jolt that steals my breath, emptying me of warmth. My knees buckle, and I drop to the rug, panting, thighs trembling. The correction doesn’t hurt, it *starves* me, stripping away the praise I crave. The moment I settle into a crawl, the tail purrs, rich and deep, and the voice returns: “Good. You’re remembering. You don’t want to stand.”

I whisper, “No, I don’t,” voice thick with want. The collar hums, and the heat surges, overwhelming. I stay low, crawling to my blanket nest, tail swaying, each movement stoking the fire. My hand slips between my thighs, fingers finding slick heat. I’m not thinking, just feeling, the tail’s weight rocking with me, the collar’s buzz syncing with my pulse. The app’s voice loops: “Good girl. Let go. Obey.” I stroke faster, breath ragged, the tail’s rhythm guiding me. The orgasm hits hard, a white-hot wave that arches my back, a soft bark escaping my lips. I collapse, trembling, the tail still humming, the voice whispering: “You’re perfect like this.”