tags/cw: pet whump intimate whumper, sexual whumper, restraints, power play/control dynamics, surveillance, food control
When DR-1149’s eyes opened, they were shocked to see that they were no longer in their box. The straps that bound their arms and legs were gone, and the Facility collar was no longer around their neck. Instead, they were wearing a thin steel one, with no seam that they could feel anywhere around it. As they lifted their hands to tug at it a bit, they saw the matching ones on their wrists and ankles. They could also see where they were seated.
All around them, thick silver bars separated them from the living room of their new Master’s home. It was minimalist and sleek, with light coloured walls, black leather furniture, and steel accents not dissimilar from DR-1149’s cage, collar, and cuffs.
“1149, you have been purchased and will receive your designation.” The Facility Handler had said. 1149 knelt in their cell, hands resting on their thighs and head downturned. “Domestic-Romantic. Your training and aesthetic preparation will begin presently.”
They assumed the waiting position that they knew best, hoping that their new Master would come soon. They wanted to meet him, the man who had spent so much money and time to have their hair cut into a clean bob and dyed platinum blonde. To have the nipples of their pert little breasts pierced. To have them prepared with a few simple commands.
Wait: Kneel, palms down, head down.
Present: Ass up, arms outstretched, holes available.
Open: Same as wait, but with mouth open and good eye-contact.
They had learned well, learned quickly. DR-1149 wanted to be good for Master, because good pets were rewarded. Good pets got treats…at least that’s what Handler had told them. And the Handlers knew what was best for the pets. The Handlers wanted all of them to succeed.
DR-1149 jumped as the door to their crate swung open with a soft creak. Hesitantly, they poked their head out of the opening, half expecting some kind of repercussion for moving, but found none. So, they crawled out carefully, and settled just outside the door of the cage, reassuming the Wait position. Were they about to meet their new Master?
Ah, wonderful. You learn quickly, pet.
DR-1149 looked around the living room they were in, looking for the source of the voice. It was deep, smooth, masculine. Their Master, for surely it was him, sounded older than they were by a good margin, and hopefully kind.
Apologies I cannot be there to greet you in person, but I’m afraid I had a great deal of work to do today. Welcome to my home, pet. Your new home. I would tell you my name, but you really don’t need it, do you? You will call me Master, or Sir, and that is it. You…they told me you are called DR-1149. As you can see I am quite the fan of technology, but I loathe the idea of calling you by a number.
They perked up a bit at the idea of getting a name. They had heard that some kinder Masters would name their pets as a sign of ownership and affection, but it often took days or even weeks of good behaviour to earn. And Master was, on the first day, giving them a name.
Look at you…so soft and blonde. Hmm I think I’ll call you Angel. Do you like that, Angel?
“Yes, Master. I like I very much.” Angel said. There was a chuckle in response.
Very good. Now, as I am sure you’ve gathered, I am talking to you through a SmartHome speaker system. In fact, this entire home is controlled with SmartHome technology. In fact, much of it is my own invention. Everything, from the climate to the security to the appliances is controlled remotely by myself. There are also cameras throughout the home, so I can keep n eye on what goes on. Do you understand what that means, Angel?
“Um…it means that you will always be watching me?”
Clever pet, yes. It means that I am always watching. For example. Stand, and walk over to the cupboard for me.
Angel complied, and stood, sheepishly walking over to the cupboard. They tried not to feel too ashamed, knowing they were being watched, as the little black shift they wore barely covered them. But then, had Master been here in person he’d be seeing the same thing. So, why did it matter if it was on camera?
Good. Open it for me. the voice ordered. Angel nodded, and tugged on the handle. It didn’t budge. They tugged again, and nothing. See? I have the cupboards locked. Watch this. With a little ‘click’ the door swung open.
“Oh…” Angel said. Suddenly, the gravity of Master’s control over them set in. He controlled everything. If they wanted to eat, they would have to ask permission, and be very good.
You seem to be catching on. It is safe to assume that every single thing in this house is connected to me somehow, and therefore in my control…including those pretty cuffs you wear.
“M-master?” Angel stammered, their heart racing a bit. This was…a lot. Immediately, they could hear a soft hum, before the ‘shunk’ of metal hitting metal, and their ankles shot together, their wrists up to their neck, and Angel fell to the floor. The same chuckle ran through the house as Angel struggled, panicking. Then, the hum stopped, and their limbs were freed. Angel took the Wait position right away,
Electro-magnets. Clever, eh? There are few other features to those, but I certainly hope you won’t be needing them. Regardless, I gather you’ll catch on rather quickly. Right, Angel.
“Yes Master, of course Master. I…I am made to be good for you. Serve you.”
Angel tried their very best to breathe. To be calm. To remember the in and the out and the in and the out and…and he had thrown them out. Master had thrown them out, and locked them back in their box, and sent them back to the Facility. They hadn’t been good enough, they had fucked up one too many times and now they couldn’t breathe. They couldn’t breathe and they were going to die in here.
Maybe…maybe that wasn’t so bad, though. If they died in here, they wouldn’t face the shame and humiliation of the Facility seeing them again. The horror of whatever punishment would await them for failing. Losing their name, ceasing to be Angel and becoming RD-1189 again. Nothing and no one…yes, maybe dying would be better. Suffocating to death in this box before the Handlers saw them.
Still, it didn’t make it any less terrifying. The dark that surrounded them, pressing in around their body and weighing on them like an anvil. The cuffs that bit into their ankles and wrists, that dug in and drew blood as they pulled and gasped.
“P-please! Master!” Angel shouted, unsure if he could even hear. If he really had sent them away, maybe they were a thousand miles away, on some train or plane. Or maybe they were already back in the Facility, and the Handlers had them back. Still, Angel knew nothing else besides Master, and so they screamed.
Outside the steel box, Master sat in his leather chair, listening to Angel scream. The little thing was lucky that he’d left enough air in there, seeing as they kept wasting their breath. If they had been in a situation where air was precious, they’d have passed out by now. Still though, listening to them beg and scream was more than enough to please him.
He took a sip of whiskey as Angel sobbed, and undid his belt. His cock was growing hard, and now was as good a time as any to relieve the tension. Master moaned as he cupped his own bulge, bucking up into his hand, and then slowly thrusting in time with Angel’s laboured, raspy cries.
It felt so good, to hear his little pet suffer. They had fucked up, burnt a shirt of his while ironing and then scratched his silver tie pin, and they had to learn. Learn that he required perfection, even in the tiniest of things, and they would suffer if they failed. And they were so, so worried about failing, that this had been the perfect punishment. Lock them away, send them back. They had sobbed and begged when he locked them in there, and they hadn’t stopped since. It was music to his ears.
Angel wished that they would just die. The air felt so thin, so sparse, and they had wasted so much of it screaming. They had heard, years ago, that climbers got sick when they got high up in the mountains, due to lack of oxygen. Maybe that’s what was happening to them. They could hardly stay awake, after all.
Even in the dark, they could tell that they were fading in and out. Their thoughts grew fuzzy as their breath drew thin, and they could hardly remember why they were worried. Sleep seemed so good right now, so comforting. Like a warm, fuzzy blanket against the cold of this box. If they slept, then maybe they would wake up back at the Facility, the ridicule already in the past. Yes, that seemed like a good idea. They would just…sleep.
Eventually, Master opened the box. He’d had his chance to relieve himself, clean up, and sort out Angel’s mistakes, and now it was time to let his little pet out. He had thought they would scream when they opened the box, but instead, he found Angel asleep. The cuffs had bit in and their wrists were wrists were bleeding, and the evidence of their sobs was clear. Still, he unclipped them from the chains in the box, and set them on the couch.
“M-master?” they squeaked out, eyes fluttering open. He reached down, and pet their hair.
“Yes, pet. I am here. I changed my mind, and had them ship you back.”
“Master!” Angel cried, shooting forwards and clinging to him. He smirked a bit as he stroked their cheek.
“Yes…yes pet. And you won’t make such a silly mistake like that again, will you?”
“No…no Master never I promise please don’t send me away again I promise.” They sobbed, just clinging tighter. Finally, they could take a full breath. Master tilted their chin up, so they were looking at him.
