Pavlov’s Daughter : Doggies, Daughters & Daddies 3

And then, on the twenty-first day of the experiment, Daddy roused me in the morning and presented to me nothing at all.

“Where’s the vibrator?” I asked.

“Not today,” Daddy said.

“Where is it, Daddy?  I need it!”

So intense were my expectations that the withdrawal of the toy had seen me fidgeting like a drug-fiend.  I needed my fix.

“Today you have a visitor,” Daddy said.

He gave a shrill whistle and in walked Maxov.

“Hey, boy,” I beamed.  His tail wagged.  “What’s this in aid of.”

“It is the denouement of my experiment, dear Dania,” Daddy said.

“Can’t I just have the dildo?”

Daddy smiled wryly.  “It appears to be working as hypothesized.”

“Working?  What are you talking about?”

“You have the insatiable need for climax, is that so?”

I turned coy.  “Maybe.”

“Then the plan has worked.”