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The Lusty Umbreon Maid

Part Two

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Catsithx

Every Pokemon needed a master, but not every Pokemon needed a Master. Shade did, and Felix was quite pleased to have her accept him as hers. The Umbreon looked lovely with the red leather collar wrapped around her neck, but she would look even lovelier wearing the complete set. He ordered her to hold out her wrists and wrapped the cuffs around them, clicking them shut. Then her ankles, one paw lifted up onto his desk at a time, spreading the cleft between her legs to show the glistening, dripping pink of her petals. The final item was the belt that wrapped around her waist with a pair of straps trailing down over her rump on either side of her tail. But there was one item to give her, even if it wasn't something she would wear. The collar and cuff did not have traditional clasps, but locking clips, each with a keyhole in the center. He handed her the key, for this was the last step of her devotion.

"This is yours, my pet," he told her. "It is the only way to remove these marks of my ownership, and I very much doubt that I shall have need of it, but you may find that you do. As I said before, you may change your mind at any time, and this is the way that you will be able to tell me that you have done so. All you need do is return the key to me, and I will remove those symbols from you, and you shall be dismissed. Know that I will never ask you to do something that you do not wish to, and know that I want you to tell me if I give you an order that you truly dislike. I may want you to do things that make you uncomfortable, but that is part of your training and not the same. If it is something we come to that is truly against your nature, though, you are to tell me, and we need never discuss it again. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master," she answered, and her grin was spread wide across her face.

Then she surprised him. She tilted her head upwards, opened her muzzle, and dropped the key into it. She choked for a moment, then took up his cup of juice and guzzled it down, swallowing audibly. Her wide grin was still in place when she set the cup back down and refilled it. The black-furred feline was... impressed.

"Is there anything else, Master?"

He considered for a moment, feeling his cock starting to tent his pants, and it seemed like a good time to move forward. He had planned to wait a few days, let her become accustomed to her new position of ultimate service, but the Umbreon was obviously intent on diving in feet first. Well, if that were the case, then he would oblige.

"Yes, pet, there is one more thing before you may go."

He stood and came around his desk to stand before her then pulled down the front of her dress to display her breasts. The dress itself barely contained them anyways, and he had already planned to get her a freshly modified variant that did not even bother. It was nice to have them displayed, and he could tell by the brightening of her rings how much she enjoyed having him look. Then he took hold of one of her wrists. That confused her slightly, but she allowed him to guide it up to press against her neck. Collar, cuffs, and belt all had clips on them, designed to let them attach to one another or to other things, and he connected first one wrist then the other to her collar. Next, he guided her downward with gentle pressure on her shoulder. She licked her lips in eager anticipation, especially considering the obvious erection that jutted out beneath his trousers, but she was to be disappointed. For now, at least. Instead of keeping her kneeling, he helped her forward so that she rested on elbows and knees, pulling one of her ankles up so that he could attach the strap from her belt. It kept her leg bent, as the clips on her wrists kept her arms bent, and he pulled the skirt of her dress up high around her waist to keep her private parts quite plainly displayed.

"You may find it a bit difficult to perform your normal tasks like that, but I'm certain that you will manage as best you can. If there are any that you find yourself unable to perform, please let me know so that I may either assist or punish you, as seems appropriate. Whatever you do not complete today, you will need to work twice as hard to complete tomorrow. You will need to get used to moving around like this, as I intend to keep you that way for the vast majority of the time. You are, after all, a pet, not a person, and pets do not walk on two legs. I will let you free to cook, and at certain other times, but only for as long as it takes to perform those tasks. I do not intend on hiring another maid, so you will have to make do. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master!"

Her rings were nearly too bright to look at, radiantly brilliant, and her fluffy tail was wagging furiously above her rear end. She absolutely reeked of arousal, and he wasn't surprised to see that a wet spot was forming on the carpet beneath her when he looked. He gave her a pat on the head and a scratch behind the ears, then dismissed her to go about her business. She was a very good pet, and it was good that she was taking to her training immediately. He would hope that she did not come to regret swallowing the key, but he was beginning to think that she wouldn't have returned it to him no matter what he did. She seemed to be a truly, utterly submissive female, the kind who absolutely craved a strong hand to guide her. He was going to guide her into utter perversion and subservience. It would be quite enjoyable.

As he went about his morning, he heard a few thumps and a crash, but she didn't cry out or call for him. He had expected that it would take some time for her to adjust to the new mode of locomotion. So long as the damage done wasn't excessive, he was entirely prepared to write it all off as part of the cost of acquiring her. When he went downstairs to release her for lunch, he saw that a flower vase was missing from its table, but things otherwise seemed in order. She was crawling around the den, pushing a step ladder along so that she could climb it to dust, the feathered plume gripped in her jaws, and Felix was extremely pleased. She was just as determined as he had hoped, just as willing and just as eager to remain as she was. He called her to follow him into the kitchen, and released her arms and legs for her to cook, then retired to the patio to wait for her.

"I think I would like you to entertain me again, pet," he told her as she laid out his lunch.

She had left her breasts hanging out of the dress and had tucked the skirt up into the belt to keep her hind parts uncovered, further proving her determination to be a perfect pet for him. His declaration made her rings glow brightly once more, and she simply nodded her understanding before climbing up onto the table and spreading her legs to finger herself. That was not, however, the kind of entertainment he was desirous of.

"I'd like something a little different this time, pet. How flexible are you?"

"Oh, I... I'm very flexible, Master," she answered with a fierce blush.

He had already known that, having spied her masturbating long prior to when he had "caught" her in the pantry, but he knew that she enjoyed the embarrassment and humiliation of being forced to admit such things. "Flexible enough to lick yourself, pet? I think I would quite like to see that, if you can. If not, then you'll have to work on that. I think that is something I would like to see quite frequently, particularly with your arms and legs bound. After all, a pet should keep itself clean and not be dripping all over the carpets all the time, yes?"

"Oh... Oh, yes, Master. I can do that. I'm not sure if I can do it without using my arms to hold onto myself, but I'll do my best for you, Master."

"Very good, pet."

He gestured for her to get on with it, and she gave him a momentary look of confusion before she realized that she would need to bind her wrists and ankles herself. It was easy enough to get her ankles clipped to the belt, but it took her a few minutes to figure out attaching the wrist cuffs to her collar. Meanwhile, he let his expression become more and more displeased as his food grew cold. She did figure it out eventually, though, then flipped onto her back with her head facing him and began the process of getting her rump up over her head. It was, to be frank, amusing, though he kept up the pretense of displeasure. He was far more interested in seeing her actually do it than worried about the temperature of his meal. It took another two or three minutes and several tries, but she finally managed to get into position. Her knees rested against the tabletop beside her shoulders, and she was able to bury her muzzle between her legs to sloppily lick and slurp at her cleft. He began eating, and she knew this time to keep going until he was finished. He paid close attention as she ate herself out, watching the technique that she employed and taking notes. She focused mostly on her clit, occasionally digging her tongue into her hole, but most frequently licking and biting and tugging at the sensitive bud. She most likely used her fingers to stimulate her pleasure tunnel, when her hands were available, but she got herself off nearly a dozen times over the hour and a half it took him to finish eating.

He hadn't intended to take quite so long, but she needed to take a few breaks. Considering the strain of the position and how hard she was working to please both herself and him, he indulged her, but he declined to continue his meal while she was catching her breath. When it was done, he left her to lick up the puddle left on the tabletop by her exuberant tongue work, and went to order a few new accessories for his pet. He also took the opportunity to rig up a few accessibility features for her: a rope on the front door that would let her pull pull the bar handle and open it, a few more step ladders fetched from storage with rolling wheels on the bottom, and such. He didn't intend for her to fail in her duties due to the task being impossible to perform, and she had improvised admirably during her morning chores. It was only becoming to provide her with every advantage in the life she had chosen to accept.

He went back to his work and kept on until dinner, as per usual, then let the Umbreon free again to prepare his meal. He allowed her to remain while he ate, resting her head in her lap so that he could pet her, though he didn't require her to entertain him. It was quite enjoyable, especially when she began nuzzling at his groin and laying light licks against it through his pants. Despite the wet spot left behind, he let her continue, scratching at her ears, occasionally feeding her a tidbit from his plate, and every now and then brushing his own paw against her very moist and heated slit. She enjoyed the teasing, especially since he was reasonably sure that she knew she wouldn't be getting off again very soon. He liked having her worked up and needful, liked the look and smell of her. And she obviously enjoyed it quite a lot as well, quite willingly accepting his chastity that he commanded.

He had her lick up the puddle on the carpet before she took the dishes away, then return to him so that he could cuff her hands and legs once more. He was rather impressed that she'd managed to put away the things from lunch without the use of her hands, but he saw no reason to make that a habit. Still, she was entirely willing to go the extra mile, and that deserved a fitting reward, one suiting his pet and her submissive nature.

That reward took two forms. Firstly, rather than sending her to her room for the evening after he had prepared for sleep, he instead had her climb onto his bed and lay against his pillows. The second came in the form of a pair of remote-controlled vibrating panties, easy enough to get out of if she had the use of her hands but nearly impossible with the way she was bound. He set the vibration feature to random intensities and durations (but never hard enough for long enough to give her an orgasm), then pillowed his head atop her plush breasts for the night and fell asleep to the beautiful sounds of her panting and moaning. He awoke to the absolutely delightful smell of her frustrated arousal, the bed beneath her completely soaked. She was still asleep when he awoke, still reacting to the teasing vibrations even while unconscious, and he let her stay that way while he took a shower and got dressed. He only got her up when it was time for his breakfast, and sent her to make and fetch the meal with her limbs unlocked.

She still had the panties on when she returned, and he was quite pleased with her. She knew better than to remove anything he had put on her. He left them on her for that day and the next, only turning them off for long enough to swap them out for a second pair while the first one recharged. She was... furiously frustrated, her rings bright and blinking all the while, but she didn't say a single word against it, didn't ask for them to be removed, didn't beg to be allowed to cum. On the second night, he had laid down a waterproof pad to prevent additional chores for her, and she thanked him for it, which was only proper. She was a very good pet, and a very good pillow, and he made sure to tweak and pinch and suck and bite at her nipples before going to bed, teasing her into even more of a frenzy so that she was nearly squirming. Surprisingly, though, when he stopped and snuggled in for sleep, he didn't need to reprimand her or tell her to lie still. She did that all on her own, and it was further proof that he had made the right decision.

On the morning of the fourth day, the new package arrived just after breakfast, which was perfect timing. He bound her limbs once more after she had cleared away the dishes and got her up onto his desk so that he could gift her these new adornments. They were small things, but he thought that she would find them enjoyable once she knew how they were to be used aside from simple decoration. He already had the piercing gun, ready and sterilized, but he had to ask if she was prepared to accept this alteration.

"Now, pet, as I have said, I will do nothing that you do not want, but I would like to give you a pair of piercings. One to your tongue, and one to your clit. It will be a few days before you can see how they will benefit you, but I promise that you will enjoy them once they are well healed up. I have a cream that will speed the process. It tastes rather abominable, but it will only need to be used this first day after you are pierced. You can say that you do not want this, and it will not happen, or you can let me know that you only want one of them, and only that one will happen. It is your choice, pet."

Rather than answer verbally, she extended her tongue from her mouth and turned up her rear with her tail held high, giving him tacit permission to proceed. He did so, petting her to provide comfort after the sharp pinch of the needle, then applied the cream. It helped to keep her tongue out of her mouth, because the taste was, as he had said, quite horrid. The cream was not needed the next day, and she was only slightly sore by that point. He was able to put the panties on by that night, and she found herself to be quite a lot more sensitive. The piercing kept her clit exposed and out of the hood as well as providing even more surface for sensation to travel through. He had to readjust the settings on the remote to keep her from climax before going to sleep. In the morning, she was an absolute mess, having made so much juice that it had overflowed the pad. He let her loose and helped her to strip the sheets. She had gotten a poor night of sleep, but that was fine by him. She would be getting the day off to recover, but first he had a little surprise for her.

"Pet, get up on the bed for me," he told her once they had replaced the covers. "I think it's time that I finally consummate our relationship. But before that, I'd like to show you the purpose of your piercings. Go ahead and curl up as you would to lick yourself for me."

He had already bound her limbs once more, and she crawled atop the comforter to lie on her back, then heaved her hind end up and over to rest her knees beside her shoulders. She had obviously been practicing the maneuver, since it only took her one try. Then he had her stick out her tongue. The piercings were of a unique shape, designed for a particular purpose. The part that pierced both tongue and clit was a small peg, an offshoot from one end of a tightly curved U shape. Those U's were what he manipulated, locking her tongue and clit piercing together. That served one purpose of forcing her to remain in that position until he let her loose for fear of rather painful consequences. But it also gave her a rather easier manner of manipulating herself considering her preferred methods.

"Go on, then, pet. Give it a tug. Try and pull back your tongue."

She did so and her eyes went wide before rolling back into her head as her hips bucked and her entrance clenched and her juices fairly spewed out onto her muzzle. It took her several her quite a while to calm down, as her tongue kept trying to jerk back into her mouth when she gasped for breath, which in turn tugged on her clit and set off another explosive orgasm. When she eventually managed to break the cycle, she let out a long whine and gave him a pleading look. He obligingly disconnected the piercings, expecting her to uncurl, but she maintained her position there instead.

"Oh, thank you, Master. Thank you so very much. That will make it very much easier to entertain you. Would you like me to continue doing so?"

"Yes, pet, but I won't be able to watch very well. I'm going to be buried balls deep inside you while you provide that entertainment. I want you to keep yourself cumming until I let you stop. Can you do that for me, pet?"

"I can do anything that you want, Master. Anything for you, Master."

He was quite pleased. He connected the tongue piercing back to her clit and stood at the foot of the bed in plain view of her gaze. For the first time, he undressed in front of her, letting her see him in his bare fur. He wasn't a spectacular specimen, but he was well formed, toned of muscle and slender of frame. He was intrigued that she kept her eyes on his face, though, until he said that she could look. He supposed it was because he hadn't given her the opportunity to see him in the fur before so she didn't assume permission. That was good, but he wanted her to see what she was in for. Again, it wasn't spectacular, only slightly above average, but barbed in the manner of felines. He wasn't certain that she would be prepared for such a thing, and this gave her opportunity to beg off. He held himself in his hand, gently stroking, running his thumb over his barbs to tease them, and quirked a questioning brow her way. Her only response was an eager whine and a wag of her tail, so he crawled onto the bed on his knees and sidled up to her, pressing his pointed tip against her winking entrance and gave her another look down between his legs.

She whined once more, giving her hips a slight thrust to press against him, dipping his tip into her hole, so he took that as permission. He sank himself into her, slowly, letting her feel him as he spread her inner walls. She was quite tight despite her apparent proclivities, and he was amazed when he felt resistance just an inch or so in. He glanced down at her once more, and she just wagged her tail, giving another slight thrust of her hips. That put a bit of a new light on things, and he was half way to talking himself out of things when she gave her tongue a jerk, setting off the first in a chain of orgasms that would last until he told her otherwise, and possibly until he physically disconnected the cause of them. That was far more than permission, more rampant lust and desire, so he gave her what she wanted. He plunged his hips forward until they were flush with hers and held himself there, feeling her milk and squeeze at him as bliss rippled through her body. He waited until she started to come down before he pulled back, flaring his barbs to rake against her walls, and he felt her cum again, though whether it was from his actions or her own he wasn't sure. Still, there was no indication that he should stop, and he didn't thing that he could at that point.

His hips jerked forward of their own accord, slamming himself home again with a wet slap, his balls swinging forward to smack against her conjoined clit and tongue, her sloppy juices seeping into his fur. He pulled back again, feeling the suction as and pleasure as her tightness formed a vacuum that tried to hold onto him and his barbs prickled within her. It was delicious, delightful, divine. She was entirely at his mercy and entirely at his command, sending herself in to near seizures of rapture while he plugged and scraped at her. Her leaking juices dripped down into her own open mouth as she whined with pleasure, orgasm after orgasm crashing through her. It was difficult to hold off his own, so he didn't bother. He plunged into her and let her milk gush after gush of cum into herself, draining his balls until he had to sit back with a spent huff.

He watched her, seeing her still-winking hole, saw a dribble of white start leaking out to trail downwards, dripping into her mouth, and she swallowed, setting off yet another round of orgasmic trembles. He was waiting to see what she would do when she realized that he wasn't inside her any longer, but she kept on going. Even when she opened her eyes to look at him, saw him sitting there, she kept going. She was a very good pet, obedient and determined, and he was going to train her very, very well. He watched her until he felt himself getting hard again, then plugged her leaking hole for a second time. He knew she was probably getting sore by then, at least twenty minutes of non-stop cumming, tugging at her clit, having it tugged at each time his balls hit her tongue, keeping herself an eternal cyclone of ecstasy, but still she kept on as he drove into her over and over again.

He was able to last much longer on his second round. He bore down on her, fucking her hard, pounding into her, letting her feel every inch of him, letting his barbs rake along every inch of her, forcing more orgasms out of her than were caused by just the connection between clit and tongue. He wanted to fill her to overflowing, feel her squeezing so hard around him that it forced the seed out of him, and it wasn't until he heard her sharp cry, felt that massive clench, that he finally came for a second time. And once his balls were yet again empty, he sat back and unlatched the piercings so that she could finally come down from things. Nearly an hour worth of sex, though it wasn't the longest that he'd had her pleasure herself, but she was quite obviously exhausted. Still, she kept on cumming, her legs trembling fiercely, her hole clasping at the emptiness like a mouth looking for something to suck. It took another five minutes before she finally flopped flat onto her back, looking at him with glazed eyes, barely aware of anything in the world except the aching pleasure that had ravaged her.

He pulled her head into his lap, petting tenderly at her cheeks and throat. "That's a very good girl, my pet. Very, very good. You did just as I told you to. You can rest now, pet. You have the day off, a day all to yourself."

When he reached to unclip her wrists, though, she let out a pitiful whine, shaking her head. Words seemed lost to her for the moment, but she ceased when he began petting her again. He tried it a second time just to make sure and elicited the same reaction.

"You want to stay like this, pet? Very well. Would you like to cuddle with me, then?"

She gave a weak nod, so he turned her around, laying her head on the pillows, then slipped the waterproof pad beneath her leaking hind end. Afterwards, he snuggled up against her, petting lightly over her breasts and stomach, staying with her until he was certain that she was asleep. Then he went to make himself some food, make a few calls, and settle his affairs for the day. She was still sleep when he returned, though it hadn't been a long absence, and he settled back in to stay with her for as long as she wanted him to. When she finally blinked herself awake, she saw him lying there and nuzzled against him, licking at his cheeks and neck as though she really were just a pet, and he could only chuckle and pet at her all the more.

"That's a very good, good girl, my pet. I hope you enjoyed that."

"Oooooh, yes, Master, very, very much. Thank you for letting me give myself to you, Master. I've been waiting ever since we first met."

"Is that so? And why were you waiting for that? Why did you think that would happen?"

"I know about you. One of my sisters, she tried to take what was yours. She didn't understand. She wasn't what you wanted, couldn't be what you wanted. I don't want what is yours. I want to be yours. All of me. Everything that I am, I want to be yours, Master. That's all I've ever wanted. I want to belong to someone. That's what Pokemon are supposed to do, and I had to. I chose you, Master, and I just hope that you'll keep me."

He considered it for a moment then gave her a long, tender kiss that traced his tongue over every surface inside her muzzle and tangled it with her own. "Yes, my pet. I'll keep you. And you'll be mine for as long as you wish to be. I choose you as well, Shade. My very good, very lovely, perfect little pet."

They spent the rest of the day snuggling except for when they had to use the bathroom or he was making them something to eat. He let her rest, requiring nothing of her but that she enjoy herself. Which led to her providing a rather spectacular blowjob, but only because that was her desire. Her mouth was quite as pleasant as her pussy, and she spent the evening nursing on him, though he only allowed her to bring him to a single orgasm. He was quite spent himself, and he wanted a few days of recovery before they did anything like that again.

In the end, he decided on more than a few days. It was a week before he allowed himself another orgasm, though he denied any to her. He wanted to test the limits of her frustration, the limits of her resolve, the determination that had driven her to become his pet, and she lived up to his expectations and more. It was three whole months before he let her cum again, and she didn't complain for a single moment of the entire time. She was patient. She was loyal. She was his, and he was very, very pleased with that fact.

It was three months for another reason as well, as with anything that he did. It took that long before she came into heat. He bound her across the foot of his bed with her legs and arms spread wide, a vibration egg attached to the piercing through her clit, and treated her to over twenty-four hours of continuous orgasmic fury. By the time he let her out, she was a dazed mess, barely coherent. She lay on his bed for hours and hours afterwards, unable to move, constantly twitching with aftershocks, and he was afraid that he had overloaded her poor brain with the tsunami of pleasure, simply washed her away on the waves of it. But half a day after he had let her loose, she finally came around. And she was hungry, though not for food.

"What do you want from me, pet?" he asked, though he knew the answer.

Predictably enough, she answered, "Breed me, Master. Use me like a pet should be used, like a good Pokemon should be used. Please, Master, put a litter in my belly."

"Mmmmm.... no. Not this time, pet. But I might."

"What must I do, Master? How can I prove that I deserve it? Please tell me, Master!"

"Well, pet. I want to know just how determined you are to be my perfect pet. You've done admirably so far, controlled yourself perfectly so far, behaved perfectly so far, but I'm not quite sure that you are as perfect a pet as you seem. You'll have to prove that to me, pet, and then I might breed you."

"How, Master? Tell me how, please, I beg you. Anything for you, Master, I promise."

"Anything? You shouldn't make promises that you might not be able to keep, pet, but you've said that before, and I'm going to hold you to it. A year. A year to the day, from this very moment, and I'll do my best to breed you. But during that time, during aaaaall that time, you are not to have one single orgasm. I'm not going to deny myself, but you are not to have that ultimate release of pleasure even once, pet. Can you do that, pet? Can you hold out for an entire year just for the chance, not the certainty mind you, but merely a chance that I shall breed you? Is that too much to ask of you, pet?"

She whined at him, giving him a pathetic look, but at last she shook her head. "No, Master. It's not too much. I can do that for you, Master. For you, I can do anything. Anything you want of me, Master. I promise."

"Well then, pet, let's put that determination to the test. I'm going to fuck you now. I won't finish inside, but I'm going to do my absolute best to make you cum. I won't bother with your clit; that would be too easy, almost like cheating, but I'm going to give it to you as hard and as long as I can. We'll see if you can hold out."

She grinned at him and rolled over, spreading her legs and using her fingers to splay her sodden petals for him. "Yes, Master."

The End