Gwen
She didn't throw the bear out the cage which was probably a good sign. There wasn't much left I could do, so I left her be. The crucial first steps seemed to have been a success. The potion had worked. Vicky had lost control and willingly humiliated herself for pleasure. It didn't mean her pride was gone, but it had taken some major damage. And with her pride would go her anger.
I had taken a huge gamble with this potion, but for the first time since I laid eyes on her, I had real hope that I could help her.
The afterglow I was feeling certainly wasn’t hurting that.
I grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to my room. Taking her up here had been an enormous risk, but it had paid off. She didn't attack or try to escape. I didn't want to take such a risk again, though. I picked up the fallen strap, her scent still all over it - this needed to be cleaned, it was my favorite and I had a feeling it would be her favorite too. Carrying it to the bathroom, I pulled out the old pot I used to clean my toys, dropping a bit of bleach in, a bit of soap, and a lot of hot water. While that filled, I tossed a few of my other toys in a small, black leather bag. I'd just keep these in the storeroom for easy access. She'd see them soon enough. A few restraints, a plug, some bondage tape. I knew I spent too much on this stuff, but it was fun - and when I did meet someone, I was always ready.
There was no shortage of people who wanted to be held in the grasp of a strong woman - there just weren’t many that came through this particular patch of nowhere.
I knew I should have gone back to smithing, I still had a ring to finish, a match for the pendant and earrings, but after the work I had just done it seemed fair to just relax a bit. Vicky would probably do the next steps on her own, breaking down that pride even more. There was nothing for her to do in that cage but think, and I was sure that there was a lot she'd be thinking about.
I popped open my beer and sat in bed with my laptop and one of my favorite vibes. I was looking forward to watching the replay of her grinding my leg a few times. I could still smell her on me, mixed with the scent of rose and mint.
The security system really was worth the price. Getting to watch her say she wanted to be a good girl gave me chills, the need in her voice as she gave in. How she chose to start humping my leg instead of attacking me.
The book had been right. Too horny to transform, attack, or even escape.
I laid back, moaning, watching as I yanked her hair, pulling that head back and looking in her eyes. I wished the camera had caught that look, but I could only watch us from above as the vibe teased my clit and buzzed against my g-spot at the same time. With one hand on the laptop and the other under the blankets, I skipped the video backwards as I relived it.
Please. The Vicky on my screen begged from inside the cage. Fuck, it was so hot. She had torn the only bit of clothing she had from her body. Please, I want to be a good girl.
That voice behind the bars, that body grinding with need against the floor, against the bunched up blanket. Never before had I fully understood the pleasure my products could bring. I needed to design more collars.
I wanted her to have a special one. When the shock collar was no longer needed.
I was also wishing very much that I had a camera in my bedroom too - I wouldn’t, it was stupid, but I would have given a lot to be able to watch me take her, to fuck her until she was a screaming, squirming mess. To watch her cum again and again and again.
Please… Please, I want to be a good girl.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned, leaning my head back, laying it against the wall as my toes curled, as I climaxed, as every muscle in my abdomen clenched and twitched, as the tingling electric warmth spread through my body.
I knew I hadn’t wanted to use this method, that it had bothered me, but in that post-orgasmic bliss, those thoughts seemed so far away. She’d have my scent all over her too, as well as on the old teddy bear I had given her. I had been sure not to get any of the perfume on him, just in case. I loved Fuzzy Bear, he had seen me through more than a few dark and scary nights in the city after mom had died.
I hoped he brought her comfort, too.
Carefully, gently, I pulled the vibe from my channel. I was sore now, I hadn’t gotten that much stimulation in a while, and it left me dizzy.
I needed a shower.
With the water running, the shower warming up, I dropped my vibe in the sink next to the pot, I’d need both again fairly soon if everything went according to plan. This was the way past her pride. It hadn’t been the way I wanted, but I couldn’t deny that it was far, far more exciting than stripping away her strength and slapping her around.
Although that had its own allure.
The hot water was heaven on my skin, breathing in the steam was soothing, cleansing. I took my time, being gentle with myself, savoring the soft ache in my muscles - I’d be sore the next day, for certain. The cucumber scent of my soap washed away the remaining rose and mint. I remembered my hands on her, knowing that she was undoubtedly having the same thoughts where she was, reminiscing on our adventure.
There was no undoing what I had done. I had used the perfume, and slowly, the reality of what I had done was sinking in.
When I had first read that section of the book, breaking the dire aggression through sexual stimulation, it had seemed completely unacceptable. Because…
“Oh god.” I leaned against the shower wall. “What have I done?”
This part of the book wasn’t about releasing them, helping them through the affliction and giving them back to their pack to finish the rehabilitation. The purpose of breaking them with desire was to domesticate them.
I was making her into my own dog. Part of me had known that the entire time, that I wanted to be a good pet owner.
Now, alone, with only the sound of the water streaming from the shower, I had to face that choice. If I kept down this path, she would need me. She wouldn’t be able to return to the wild.
No, that’s not true. River will still be able to help her… if she wants to go.
I’d let the choice be hers. I had to.
My heart ached at the thought of her leaving me. She was so perfect. She did need me. No one had ever taken care of her, no one could take care of her the way I could. No one had ever felt so right in my arms.
Conscience, screaming at me inside my head, told me that it was wrong, that she might only stay because of the potion. I wouldn’t use the full strength again. Not unless I needed to, only if I needed it to save her life.
It was much more potent than the book had led me to believe. It was a good thing it didn’t work on humans, it would be incredibly dangerous.
Sighing, I left the shower, toweling off and throwing my clothes in the laundry, ignoring the small twinge of regret at discarding her scent. With fresh clothes, I made for the kitchen, where the perfume bottle waited.
So innocuous. I lifted it, turning the bottle in my hand. As with the other mixture, it had been more potent than the book had led me to expect. The animal heat it induced in her had been powerful, and remembering it gave me shivers anew. Carefully, I poured some of it into a second bottle, adding water to it to dilute it. I wanted her to be affected by it, but I didn’t want her to go into heat like that again. Hopefully, it would trigger a subtler response, associating me with pleasure.
I marked which was which on the bottles, just in case.
H for heat, D for diluted in thick black marker on the cloudy plastic bottles. There was some sardonic humor in storing a witchcraft potion in such a mundane container, but I hadn’t seen arcane potion bottles for sale in the big box store in the city.
Restlessly, I went to the living room, trying to ignore my plastic-wrapped, blanked-covered front “door” as I settled into my recliner, turning on the TV. I wasn’t ready to face Vicky again, my own emotions were in turmoil and no good would come of trying to talk to her if I wasn’t calm. According to the weather, it had been a warmer day, high winds were expected tonight, but at least it didn’t seem like we were going to get even more snow dumped on us.
I didn’t want to shovel again, and I wanted to be able to take her outside.
I wanted to be able to cuddle with her. To praise her. To pet her and touch her and love her.
Love?
The word surprised me. My own thoughts surprised me. I was wary to use that word anymore, it hadn’t ended well for me last time. He couldn’t understand how important Granddad’s business was to me, how important this life was to me, and my happy ending had evaporated before my eyes.
Yet here I was. Using that word. Not aloud, but undoubtedly about Victoria.
I kicked back, raising the footrest and flipped through the channels. I didn’t watch much TV, I tended to keep myself too busy to sit and watch anything, but right now I just wanted to… not think for a while. To just zone out and breathe and watch some show about contractors rebuilding a house.