“Let’s see… which kibble looks the most delectable? I wouldn’t know. Never sampled any myself. Maki, why don’t you choose?”
After a moment of thoughtful consideration, the Princess decided to let her pet select its own sustenance. The blindfold, naturally, was removed for this crucial decision. Asking a human, even one reduced to a personal living onahole, to choose from a selection of animal feed… but Caldir – now ‘Maki,’ her bestowed pet name – didn’t exactly have a plethora of options.
Pink, red, gold, purple… surrounded by a vibrant array of packaging, Maki, understanding she had to select her future meals, remained kneeling, arms still pressed to the floor, and chose the kibble in the pink bag that the Princess had presented.
“Does that one look tasty? My friends have been raving about its popularity with their own little pets lately. Looks like our Maki has a discerning palate, wouldn’t you say? Truly the mark of a magnificent bitch.”
“Is that so…? I, I just… picked the one with the prettiest packaging, Princess… ah, no, Mistress…”
Ignoring Caldir’s timid words, the Princess wore a satisfied smile as she placed the chosen kibble and a pet food bowl into a basket, which she then held in one hand. With the other, she reasserted her grip on the dog leash around Maki’s neck and once again urged her forward.
There were many more delightful destinations to visit before the night concluded, beyond just the kitchen. The swimming pool, the indoor garden, the observation deck… though, upon reflection, seeing them all before the night was over might be a bit ambitious. But since they were destined for an eternity together, time constraints were hardly a concern.
“Ah, look who we have here! This is my new pet. Her name is Maki. She might look human, but she’s just a masochistic bitch who drools when her belly’s punched, and climaxes from breath-holding orgasms when she’s choked. Just so you know.”
Leading Caldir by the leash, the Princess continued their stroll, introducing Caldir to everyone they encountered and pointedly mentioning the intimate nature of their relationship. The people introduced were generally left speechless, witnessing a scene that directly contradicted their preconceived notions of reality.
Homosexuality might be a social taboo in this country, but eventually, secrets always came to light. No one could keep a lid on everything forever. So, the Princess reasoned, instead of constantly worrying about being discovered, she might as well be open about it.
And if this blatant coming-out caused any real problems, or if her parents refused to grant their blessing for their ‘marriage,’ she and Maki could simply elope hand-in-paw.
“After walking around this long, word must have spread to everyone who didn’t hear last night. You’re practically married off now, Maki… You’ll just have to marry me… Hehe, what do you say? Doesn’t marrying me sound delightful?”
The Princess would occasionally address Caldir, the recipient of the name Maki, in such a manner, and if Caldir dared to respond in human language, a swift kick to the rear would follow. All responses to her questions were to be variations of “woof.”
The Princess was diligently working to instill this into Caldir’s mind. Consequently, Caldir found herself torn between the obligation to answer her Mistress’s questions as a bitch slave and the dilemma of receiving a painful reminder on her backside if she used human words instead of barks.
“That’s right! If you marry me… everything will work out perfectly. My parents should be thinking about welcoming a daughter-in-law soon… and they’re certainly at the age to dote on a beautiful granddaughter. My parents won’t be strict in-laws to you, you can look forward to it.”
The obvious question of how two women could have a child was irrelevant. The knowledge brimming in Maki’s head, despite her seeming inability to do anything but whimper like a female dog, would surely prove useful for that endeavor.
Similarly, any objections regarding whether her future in-laws would accept this homosexual relationship were not permitted. On that subject, the Princess simply stated, “My father was a communist trying to overthrow the government, and social perception views communists as far worse than homosexuals. Do you really think they’ll object to something as trivial as my sexuality?”
As the Princess pointed out, both ‘communists’ and ‘homosexuals’ were taboo. However, while ‘communists’ were seen as ‘traitorous dogs trying to sell the motherland to the Soviets,’ ‘homosexuals’ occupied a different, somewhat more nuanced position: ‘Gays are disgusting, but I secretly peeped at lesbians once, and it was surprisingly hot.’ So… perhaps she wasn’t entirely wrong?
“Woof… woof woof woof!”
The Princess didn’t miss the way Caldir started to utter human words before abruptly switching to a series of eager barks, and rewarded her with another kick to the ass. Caldir’s once pristine white buttocks were now a canvas of angry red and bruised purple from the repeated kicks and slaps.
And there was another, more scientific reason for parading Caldir around on a leash. At the banquet, every woman present, including herself, had been affected by this one’s pheromones. This was an experiment to determine if that had been a coincidence or an inevitable consequence!
The fact that the women at the banquet had all become aroused, rubbing themselves and engaging in passionate, tongue-tangling kisses, could have been attributed to the atmosphere of the event. But what would happen in a normal setting, without any other influencing factors, just the presence of this one?
What if the palace ladies, raised with strict decorum, and the meticulously trained maids, their noses assaulted by this one’s pheromones, lost their minds and became animals driven solely by lust?
The result? Those who normally lived quiet, virtuous lives would shamelessly strip off their clothes, and lacking a partner for their sudden urges, would either resort to large, beautiful self-pleasuring devices or even attack passersby?
Indeed. If the effects of Caldir’s pheromones proved consistent even outside the libertine atmosphere of a secret banquet, in the more open and rule-bound space of the palace, then it could be definitively labeled ‘female attraction-specific pheromones.’
And it would also prove that these pheromones affected others besides herself. Men… she wasn’t sure if the pheromones would work on men… That might be worth experimenting with too, but for now, the focus was on the ladies.
“Just as I expected… they’re all completely out of it, throwing off their clothes… On the bare floor… they’ll catch a cold doing that.”
The experimental method was simple: use the guise of introducing Caldir to take her to various locations where women were likely to be gathered. Then, after a brief detour, return to the same places to observe the results.
The results so far… exceeded expectations. This small experiment, primarily involving the palace maids, had consistently ended with the women they passed becoming uncontrollably aroused, stripping each other naked, and engaging in passionate 69 positions.
The scene before her now could be aptly titled ‘Scissoring Sisters.’ The very same women who had been fully clothed when they first passed through were now completely naked, their mouths locked on each other’s pleasure points. The potency of the pheromones was undeniable.
There seemed to be some variation in the time it took for individuals to succumb to Caldir’s pheromones, but it was merely a matter of sooner or later. Every single woman exposed to the pheromones became aroused without exception.
Thanks to Caldir’s pheromones, the women were liberated from a life of suppressed instincts, finally able to respond honestly to their inner desires. Naturally, this caused quite a commotion in the palace. Even she hadn’t anticipated things escalating quite this dramatically.
Oh well, dealing with the fallout from her little experiment could wait. For now, she would simply observe the fascinating results. Live, uncensored erotic entertainment was unfolding right before her eyes, a far cry from the pixelated versions she usually watched. She wasn’t about to miss this. Absolutely not.
“M-maid… how dare you…? Hngaaah… I don’t know youuu… I’m telling my father on youuu… sob… Aaaah!”
“You say that, my lady, but why is your clitoris and your nipples so hard? You’re lying… you’re coming… you’re so cute!”
A maid, secretly harboring affections for the young lady she served, had bound the lady’s delicate wrists with a tablecloth, cornered her, and, after tearing open her corset, was now taking a large bite of her exposed breast. Her fingers then boldly explored the forbidden territory between the lady’s legs.
The noble lady, accustomed to issuing imperious commands to her own maids, found herself powerless against the pheromone-induced lust, unable to resist the advances of a ‘mere’ maid, surrendering her body without a fight.
A young lady, secretly corresponding with a young man, her secret letters her only solace, was now whimpering fiercely as she crumbled under the maid’s touch. “Don’t… please… not there…!” she pleaded desperately, but her long-guarded sanctuary was invaded by the maid’s probing fingers.
“Augh… that place… It’s where his touch hasn’t even reached yet… How will I ever face him tomorrow… hngh… stop… stop it… I said stop!”
“Aah, I’ve always wanted to fondle your plump tits, my lady. They’re so big and soft, it feels wonderful… How have you managed to hide such a sexy chest beneath that suffocating corset all this time?”
Ooh, that was rather titillating. There was something undeniably hot about a subordinate taking charge of their superior. She paused briefly, continuing to observe their actions. She was getting aroused herself… she’d definitely need to have another round with her Maki once they returned to her chambers.
“Slurp… munch munch… phew… I’ve thought about kidnapping you in your sleep more than once… You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to resist…”
The pheromones’ effects were truly remarkable. A mere maid secretly pining for the lady she served, managing to restrain herself for so long only to be completely undone by a whiff of pheromones. The aftermath, once the pheromones wore off, promised to be… interesting. Would the withdrawal intensify their desires?
Oblivious to the fact that she and Maki were observing them, the maid brazenly brought her mouth to the lady’s vulva. As if suddenly imbued with newfound strength, she forcefully spread the lady’s legs into an M-shape and greedily lapped at the clear fluid seeping from her core.
She lightly flicked her tongue inside the narrow crevice, savoring the sweetness of the juices, and rubbed her cheek against the lady’s soft pubic hair. The lady, seemingly unable to resist, didn’t even try to close her forcibly spread legs, simply allowing her maid to pleasure her there.
What made this situation even more fascinating was how the lady – despite the undeniable influence of the pheromones – couldn’t help but react to the maid’s ministrations, her body twitching shamelessly. All that emphasis on proper etiquette, and now this. Delicious.
These two weren’t the only ones. Similar scenes were unfolding elsewhere. It seemed she wouldn’t be lacking for… inspiration… for quite some time. Hehehe…
Turning her head, she saw a scene that was the polar opposite of the lady being ravished by her maid: a lady, secretly in love with her maid, was now the one initiating the passionate encounter. The maid’s tearful eyes, pleading for her to stop while simultaneously being unable to pull away, were exquisite. They mirrored Maki’s tearful gaze when she’d surrendered her first time.
“If the Duke finds out about this… Aaangh! Don’t touch me there… Aaaangh!”
“Oh? Is this your weak spot? I just found out today. I’ll be sure to tease it thoroughly.”
She was quite curious about everyone’s erogenous zones. So, by all means, continue teasing that clitoris, exposing its delicate inner folds. Ooh, that one had a particularly lovely shade of deep pink inside.
Turning away from that delightful display, she glanced into another room. The women there, regardless of which man they were with, seemed intent on straddling them and riding them with abandon, their lust completely overriding any sense of propriety. Even if it was better than marble, wouldn’t that rough wooden floor hurt?
And the way they were shamelessly engaging in messy, urine-soaked intercourse on the wooden floor… wouldn’t that rot the wood? Eww… the smell of piss. How many of these women were moaning in pleasure while simultaneously losing control of their bladders?
The men who happened to be with their wives that day had certainly hit the jackpot. Their usually reserved wives, suddenly becoming incredibly seductive, would undoubtedly leave them with a throbbing desire that couldn’t be ignored.
However, the areas she had passed through were mostly the exclusive domains of women, with men conspicuously absent. Consequently, it was more common to see women paired with other women, lost in their passionate encounters. Even those who had lived as heterosexuals seemed so overcome with lust that they didn’t even bother looking for a penis. What a sight.
She could make a fortune selling Maki’s pheromones as perfume or in diffusers. The thought suddenly occurred to her. How utterly whimsical of her. What would she even do with the money? She’d probably be too busy fucking her Maki to even have time to spend it.
Munch munch… If that were to happen, she’d first need to address the issue of her own potential collapse from sheer sexual exhaustion while indulging in Maki’s delectable form. She should probably give that some more thought as they continued their stroll.
