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Chapter 8
Patricia studied the screen of her laptop computer, making use of the internet to discover new job openings. At first, she had gone to various companies to apply for work but all had directed her to their websites. “We have an online form,” they had all informed her. Since then her efforts had been fruitless and she was beginning to despair of ever finding new employment. Just the same, she was determined. She could not stay here; not with the sort of power Bill held over her and certainly not after discovering that Jasmine could apparently induce her to orgasm on command. As she saw it, remaining here was far to risky to her.
Jasmine, on the other hand, was suffering from tremendous excitement. Initially, when she had decided how she would enslave her friend, she had tried to work a scheme to get her to wear the proximity collar Jerry was sending. Now, she knew, there was no need.
“How delicious it will be to tell her my plans and then reduce her to a quivering mass,” she thought. “God, I hope she fights it.”
A minor pang of guilt crossed her emotions as she stepped into her bathroom and switched on the shower. It was quickly replaced with visions of an enslaved and unwilling blond Amazonian queen and she began to masturbate furiously under the shower’s warm waters.
The doorbell gave her a start, freezing her hands where they worked. A thrill ran through her body, making her tingle. Jasmine then burst out of the shower, throwing on her robe and sprinting to the door.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she thought before reaching the door.
Dripping wet, she opened the door to receive her package. Moments later she was padding on bare feet back to her bedroom, nearly bursting with excitement.
Quickly, she opened the package and withdrew the contents, water dripping everywhere. Jasmine pushed aside the various makings of the puppy kit and pulled out the small box containing the VPC chip. She pushed aside the chip’s accompanying paperwork and found the small box that would soon control Patricia’s area of movement. It was smaller than she had imagined but appeared to be simplistic in its operation. Then, noticing that she was still dripping, she packed up her prize and headed back to the master bathroom.
After drying and clothing herself Jasmine headed to her computer. The two weeks she would have to be alone with Patricia, she determined, was not enough time to ensure the girl would be entirely under her control. Thus, she determined to add a few extra stops to her husband’s trip. She had already been investigating three other buyers for Chimera’s wares and had determined them to be safe enough for Bill to investigate first hand and, after only two hours of work, had added them to his schedule. Only twenty minutes after completing her work she received a phone call from Bill, confirming his added detours and the three extra weeks she would have to completely immerse Patricia into life as her slave.
“Now I can concentrate on my puppy girl,” she whispered to herself, running her fingers between her thighs.
After shutting her computer down she gave her attention to the small box that would lead to her friend’s enslavement. She reviewed the short set of directions that accompanied the box intently, impressed by the ease with which it was set and even more impressed with the fact that it used global positioning, geographic coordinates and a small laser to for area mapping. The small keyboard and generous memory even allowed for her to map out her entire house should she choose to do so. In effect, she could allow Patricia the run of the house, roam a room or even limit her to a small portion of space within a room.
There were also settings that could limit her intended captive to a life of silence under the threat of pain.
Finally, she read, the proximity box contained a small rechargeable battery that allowed for up to forty-eight hours of use without an exterior power source. It was, she determined, quite ingenious.
Priding herself in being prepared, Jasmine took the opportunity to map the majority of her household. Once complete, she took the small box into her office, set her preferred coordinates and checked the remote to ensure it was operating properly. Then, nearly giddy with anticipation, she plugged it into the wall socket and headed to her room.
“Trish? Hey, would you come here for a sec?” she hollered as she entered her room.
A few moments later Patricia poked her head into the room, smiling. “What’s up, duck?” she asked.
“Bill won’t be back for five weeks. He had to take an unexpected detour on his trip. Anyhow, I wanted to ask…tell you something. Well, both,” Jasmine told her.
“Okay, what is it?”
“I want to keep you,” Jasmine said.
“What do you mean?” Patricia asked, perplexed.
Jasmine smiled. “Look, the other night was wonderful and I decided…we decided that we want to keep you.”
“Keep me? Not very funny,” Patricia said, surprised by her friend’s poor taste in humor.
“We want you as out pet, Trish,” Jasmine answered.
“Yeah. Okay, I think I am just going to pack my shit and get out of here,” Patricia said, finally realizing her friend was serious. “I can’t believe you would even suggest it after what I told you. Thanks for everything but I gotta go.”
“I was afraid you would react this way,” Jasmine answered, not sure if she was pleased or disappointed with her friend’s response.
“Not as disappointed as I am, Jaz. I thought you understood. I’m gonna get my stuff and head out,” Patricia said.
Jasmine drew a deep breath and then uttered “Auld Lang Syne”, making Patricia wince as a small orgasm overtook her.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Patricia spat angrily as she left the bed to head for the door.
Again, Jasmine said the phrase. This time, the orgasm Patricia felt was more powerful and slowed her progress.
“Don’t do that!” Patricia said, screamed.
“Auld Lang Syne, Auld Lang Syne” Jasmine said more forcefully.
“No!” Patricia cried out as she doubled over in the throw of a powerful orgasm.
Jasmine spat out the phrase again, making the girl sink to her knees with another powerful orgasm. Repeatedly then, Jasmine spat forth the phrase. Patricia swore at her friend as her body defied her wants. There was no stop to it; no sympathy from the small woman. There was only the repeated phrase and crippling orgasms.
“Why?” Patricia pleaded, after sinking to the floor. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Because I want you, Trish,” she was told. “I fell in love with you; with the notion of having you as my pet the moment I saw what you were capable of.”
“Oh God!” Patricia cried, grunting as, unbidden, another orgasm swept through her.
“You should have just given over when I asked you to, Trish,” Jasmine said before uttering the phrase another time.
Patricia fell to her side as another orgasm swept through her body. She stared up at Jasmine, eyes pleading for the torment to halt. Finally, determined though she was, she realized the utter hopelessness of her battle. There was little she could do to halt her friend from uttering the orgasm inducing phrase and even less control over her body’s response. Helpless, humiliated and knowing there was no hope of gaining control over her body she gave over and allowed her body to climax without fight.
Mesmerized, Jasmine watched her friend writhe on the floor, shuddering with repeated orgasms, tears falling from her eyes. For long and long, Jasmine watched Patricia shudder on the floor, occasionally seeing glimpses of emotional pain when the girl managed to open her tear filled eyes. At long last, and after nearly thirty agonizing minutes, the orgasms subsided.
Patricia lay on her side, legs pulled up so she resembled a new born child. Her eyes were vacant and her breathing shallow. Unsure what to make of it Jasmine uttered the controlling phrase and received no response.
“Patricia, are you all right?” Jasmine asked. Again there was no response.
Noting her friend’s near catatonic state Jasmine calmly turned and strode to the bed. After pulling the packaging off the squeeze syringe she plunged the needle into Patricia’s shoulder. Minutes later the girl was unconscious and ready for the next stage in Jasmine’s plan.