Three months later, Jordan had arranged for Carmell and Champion to come to dinner one evening. They had agreed months ago that should the doctor purchase Prosperity, they would like to watch their two pets together. They knelt on their pillows by their owners' sides and eyed each other curiously. Prosperity had only seen him the one time Carmell had brought him to the club.
The foursome retired to the study after dinner, where the Master and Mistress sat back with a brandy. "I have constant problems with Champion masturbating. All the whipping in the world won't curb him. At this point, even my tortures send him into frenzy. I want him ringed, Jordan. At least for a month or so until I can get him under control."
Champion was looking at the carpet, quivering and spilling tears of humiliation at the thought of being ringed. When the Mistress had purchased him, he'd undergone his six months of training at the club until they decided his wish of being the best in the world at something was fulfilled. They'd managed to make him a champion stud. He stiffened with the slightest provocation and after being forced to orgasm every thirty minutes of his waking hours, it was a compulsion.
"I'd like to see if it's something he can control, first. That's why I suggest we put them together. If he can't restrain himself, I'll ring him for you," Jordan agreed. "Prosperity, strip and kneel in the middle of the floor, my pet."
She found herself oddly embarrassed as she followed the order. For the past four months, she'd only been naked in front of her Master or Louise. Prosperity knelt silently and stared at the carpet.
Mistress Carmell purred, "Champion, my pet. Prosperity has a unique way of climatic perfection I think you'll enjoy. Unfortunately, I don't want you to. You are to enter her and remain there for ten minutes. If you dare to cum, you will be ringed."
Prosperity looked at her Master with pleading eyes. He glanced at her pussy and already saw her juices. She was fine. She felt Champion get behind her and lift her hips onto his waiting cock. He thrust slowly until he was comfortably inside her sheath and she sat on his lap.
Champion figured as long as they remained still, he would be safe. His cock jerked spasmodically inside of her, but he continued to control himself.
The doctor pushed the remote. Prosperity felt the jolt that had not vibrated inside her since the night he purchased her. She began to whimper and try to fight her clenching channel.
Champion groaned against her grip and fought his urge to plunge into the arousing warmth. She hissed for permission to cum and Jordan barely got the words out, when her first orgasm rocked them. Champion gritted his teeth. His body already glistened with sweat when Carmella said calmly, "Seven more minutes, my pet." Champion whimpered.
The second climax erupted through her followed quickly by a third and she wailed in frustrated torment at the unmovable shaft inside her. She tried to thrust up and down on him, but he gripped her hips tightly to hold her still and try to dissuade his own release. His cock spewed after her fourth release and she fell forward onto the floor as the doctor mercifully turned off the vibrator.
"Prosperity, come here, pet," Jordan said softly.
She crawled over to him, misery in her wet eyes. He pulled her head against his leg and stroked her hair. "Quiet down, my pet. Settle down now." Prosperity wrapped her arms around his calf and tried to control her shudders.
Carmell looked over at him and arched her brow. The devotion he had managed from his pet was far greater than she received from Champion, and she'd owned him twice as long.
"I think you're right, Carmell. Ten minutes, even in my pet's gripping core, should be an attainable goal for him. Do you want me to do it now?"
"If you don't mind, Jordan. I'd like to have him under control by the time we have the club reunion. It won't damage him permanently, will it?"
"No. I'd keep him contained permanently for a month, and then release him only when you desire the next month. The third month we'll check his progress." Jordan lifted Prosperity's chin. She'd stopped sobbing and silently looked into his eyes. "I'm going to be right back. You stay here."
"Yes Master Jordan," came her weak reply.
When the doctor returned and Champion saw the device he whimpered. "If you like the device, it can be permanently attached. If I design it with teeth, it will imbed in the soft tissue under his crown." He slipped the ring over the head of Champion's flaccid shaft. Even these manipulations caused the man to begin to harden. Jordan looked up at Carmell. "You've been putting up with this for almost a year?"
The Mistress shook her head sadly. "Yes, it's most annoying."
"Prosperity, come here, pet." Jordan waited for her to kneel beside him. "Help Champion stand proud."
Prosperity wrapped her hands around the pet's shaft and stroked his balls. Champion groaned and began to stiffen, whimpering as the ring tightened under his soft flesh. Jordan inspected the ring and smiled. "That should do it."
"Thank you Jordan. Something has to work," Carmell said. Carmell adored the way her Champion despaired when he failed to please her.
"Prosperity, why don't you prepare our bath? I'll be up shortly."
She bounced to her feet and picked up her green dress. "Yes, Master Jordan."
Carmell watched her long blonde hair sway as she hurried away. "You've done a remarkable job with her, Jordan."
"She already had a strong submissive streak. It's fun to work with the trainees at the club, but for a more permanent arrangement, it's much easier when they're willing." Jordan walked the Mistress and her whimpering pet to the door.
When he entered the bedroom, his pet was already stretched over the chair. Jordan chuckled, "Cane or whip?"
Prosperity shook her curvaceous bottom in anticipation. "Cane, Master Jordan!" she said with an edge of excitement.
THE END
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