0 comments/ 11329 views/ 3 favorites Dark Cynic's Pet By: MayanBlues Hannah is around five foot tall with perhaps and inch or two to spare, but not much more than that. Her hair falls around her face in waves of blood red curls, something from a bottle. Her eyes are a bright green, her lips are pale pink and her form slim. She's standing in a doorway at the moment, staring into the night sky out the door, watching it quietly. She doesn't want to leave the safety of her porch, where the light pushes back the darkness, but the cool night air helps her think, helps calm the racing of her heart. For years she has corresponded with James, a friend of hers from Ireland. They had started emailing and chatting on instant messenger after their first meeting in Ireland, during her vacation after high-school. Her head swam from the rum and the conversation. It had started out innocently enough. DarkCynic01: Tell me what you're thinking? SweetTart04: Hehe, wouldn't you like to know? DarkCynic01: Wouldn't have asked, doll. SweetTart04: Mmmn. Well.. I'm in a mood! DarkCynic01: What sort of mood? SweetTart04: Lets just say that if I had a dom, I'd be being bratty just to get spanked. DarkCynic01: Would you? SweetTart04: Yes! DarkCynic01: Would you like me to punish you, pet? At first she had been taken aback by this idea. James was her friend, had been for years. There was attraction there, but it had always been somewhat latent. Now, however, is blossomed in her stomach, her toes curled. The red headed woman's fingers shook, and she didn't know how to respond, not at first. She worried over her lips and finally responded. SweetTart04: I thought you weren't into that sort of thing? DarkCynic01: If you knew my qualifications, you'd want me to do this. SweetTart04: I need to AFK. SweetTart04 has left the chat. Hannah fled her office then, ended up on her front porch, staring out at the night sky. An owl hooted out in the trees somewhere, some sort of rodent rustled in the fallen leaves. The pitterpatter of rain slowly started and then grew louder, causing Hannah to close her front door and step back into her small house. Her bare feet sounded so loud pattering against the wood floors of her home as she was drawn like a magnet back to her office, to where her computer still sat on. Disconnected from the internet, but there... waiting for her. She was just about to sit back into her black leather computer chair when the shrill ring of her telephone made her jump. Hannah scampered over to the phone and picked it up, answering breathlessly, "Hello." "That wasn't very nice of you, pet." Came the soft sultry voice of James, causing her insides to clench with appreciation. Instinctively Hannah responded with, "I'm sorry." A soft chuckle greeted her, James murmured, "Don't say it, show it, pet." "Why.. Why are you doing this?" Hannah asked tentatively, almost fearfully. "Because I care for you." Was the almost annoyed response, as if it should be obvious to Hannah. James continued, "Because I want you to be happy, and I know doing this will make you happy." Hannah worried on her lower lip, moving to the living-room and settling down uncomfortably on her couch, her knees drawn up against her chest. A soft whisper given into the phone, "Are you... Really?" "Yes, is that so hard to believe, Hannah?" the sexy voice over the phone asked, sending shivers down her spine. Hannah didn't have a response to that, not really. So she took a deep breath and then asked softly, "What.. would be our ground rules? What should I call you? Sir? Master?" "Which would you prefer to call me, pet?" Asked James curiously, his voice calm and soothing over the line. Already a sweet peace was settling over her, it took only a heartbeat for her to respond, "Sir rolls so easy with 'yes, sir' but.. master sounds so.. right." "Then you will call me master, pet." James murmured into the phone, and Hannah lapsed into a silence prompting him to continue, "I cannot see your expression, pet. What will you call me?" "Master!" Hannah responded, embarrassment twinging her tone a little shrill, "I will call you master... master." "Good girl." He murmured, in the background she could hear the sound of something pouring. Hannah couldn't help but wander, "What are you drinking?" "What are you drinking, what?" asked James in a quiet tone. "What are you drinking, master." Hannah responded, cheeks flushing even if he couldn't see it. Her toes curling both in embarrassment and carnal appreciation of the reminder of her place. She switched phones from ear to ear and she asked softly, "Master? What will be our ground rules, safe word? How are.. how are we going to do this?" James chuckled softly over the phone and murmurs softly, "You pick the safeword, pet. As for the ground rules, you will do as I say when we are in the roles of master and slave, we will not always be in them, pet. You trust me to know what is good for you?" "Yes..." Hannah responded slowly, "Yes, master, I trust you to know what is good for me." She could hear him taking a drink of whatever he was drinking, and the drink reminded him to answer her question, "I am drinking a rum and coke, pet. Now, what is your safe word?" "Giraffe." Hannah responded with a nod of her head, even if he couldn't see it. Her fingertips lifted to run through her red curls, brushing them off of her face. A happy sigh escaped her lips, as she settled in. "Very well, pet. Giraffe it is. If ever anything is too much, you must tell me Giraffe. Understand?" James responded a firmness in his voice. Hannah swallowed and she says softly, "Yes, master, I understand." "Good girl." James responded, sending a zing of pleasure through Hannah's body, causing her toes to curl. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to please him, to have him say 'Good girl' over, and over. It gave her such peace and such pleasure at the same time. She was dwelling so heavily on this she almost missed when he said, "Now, pet. What are you wearing?" Hannah swallowed and responded feeling particularly unsexy, "A pair of lounge pants and a tank top, master." "No bra or panties, pet?" Asked James, causing her to wince faintly. "Give me details, pet. What color pants, what material tank top?" "Yes, master, I am wearing panties. I don't normally wear bras when I am at home." Hannah responded, shyness in her voice. She winced when he cleared his throat, clearly waiting for the details he asked for. She murmurs softly, "I am wearing pale pink lounge pants, master, they fall just below my ankles and are a very soft material. They feel very good against the skin of my legs. My tank top is black and is a soft cotton nit. It.. it feels really good against my.." "Your what, pet?" asked James over the line, his voice deepening faintly. He knew what it felt good against, he just wanted her to say it. "My nipples, master." Hannah responded softly, shyness and embarrassment coloring the cheeks he couldn't see. She tilted her head downward, as if she could hide from him in her hair. Even if he couldn't see her hair. Her breathing was speeding up, and her nipples were hard, rubbing softly against the material of her tank top. It felt too wicked to bear. But she remembered she needed to continue and whined faintly in her throat, "Master.. my underwear are a pair of red panties, they are made of a satiny material." "Your nipples are hard, aren't they?" He asked softly, his voice causing them to become so tight it hurt and they begged to be touched. Hannah shoved her free hand underneath her leg and whimpered, "Yes, master." "Are you wet, pet?" He asked, causing her to shiver and whine softly with pleasure. His voice so wicked and low, it was a caress against her nerve endings. Something intangible but so very real to her. "Yes, master. I am very wet, and very hot." Hannah said, trying to hold back the moaning whine from her voice. The sound of his voice was too much for her, she needed to touch herself. Her cunt ached to be touched, to be pounded by a thick cock and her nipples needed to be sucked. "You've been very good so far, pet." Says James over the line as if sensing her needs, without being able to see her. The sound of his voice was like velvet across her ears, causing her to let out a soft moan in response to his praise. He continued on softly, "I want you to go get one of your toys, pet. I know you have more than one. Go get your favorite." It took her all of a minute to comply with this order, shooting up from the couch and rushing into her bedroom. The wooden drawer of her bedside table pulled open and the vibrator pulled out of it, thin and long but made of a hard plastic. She whispered softly, "I have it, master." "Good girl, where are you in your house now?" He asked softly, a little pure in his voice. "My bedroom, master." She responded, looking toward her bed with longing, and then toward the hard wood floor that was already becoming cold with the chilly night. "I want you to put me on speaker phone, undress and then lay down on the floor with your vibrator, pet." James ordered softly in that velvety voice of his. This was done in short order, the phone placed on speaker phone and set on the edge of the bed. Her hands slowly removed from her tank top, peeling it off and shivering as the material slid across her aching nipples. A whine escaped her lips and James murmured something encouragingly, correctly assuming that her whine was from her undressing. Her pants came off quicker, the draw string untied and they dropped to the ground, to be kicked away with her panties. The vibrator grabbed from her bed and the phone as well. With the phone set on the floor next to her head and the vibrator in her hand she murmured, "I'm on the floor, master." "Good girl, such a good pet. You know that, Hannah?" He asked softly, her name like a caress of satin fingers against her nerves, causing her to gasp and squirm on the cold floor. "Thank you, master." Hannah murmured softly, one hand resting on her stomach, and the other curling tightly around her vibrator, clenching it tightly. "You are welcome, pet. Now, if you have a vibrator, I want you to turn it on. Then I want you to start pleasing yourself, but I want you to describe what you are doing, while you do it." James ordered softly, his voice soft but firm. It made her voice hitch softly, "Ye-yes, master." A whimper escaped her lips as she turned the vibrator on, all the way to the highest setting and then slid down to press between her legs. The thin tip of it slipped easily between her lower lips and found her clit, causing her to gasp softly. "Pet?" He asked, patiently. "Master! I'm.. I'm placing it between my legs, the tip is just against my lips." She whimpered out softly, her hips arching as she started to please herself. The pulse of the vibrator felt so good against her clit, causing pleasure to uncoil in her stomach and spread out over her body. The pleasure of it wound slowly down to her joints, causing herself to strength her legs out, twisting her hips with it. Hannah whimpered and continued, "I'm.. I'm rubbing it against my clit, master. It feels good. I need, I need to come... soon, soon master, please?" "Already, pet?" James asked a soft chuckle in his voice. "Yes! Please, master. Your.. your voice had me so.. worked up, master. Please, please I need to come." Hannah whined, begging softly for it, as she moved the vibrator faster against her clit, faster and faster in slow circles that made the pleasure spiral through her. Each stroke causing a spike of pure bliss to shoot from her groin out through her body, soon she wouldn't be able to wait for permission, even though she knew she should. "Very well, pet. You came come for your master. Do it now." James ordered softly over the phone, causing her to yelp with pleasure. That last push was all she needed, his dark voice causing pleasure to explode through her body. Her hips bucked upward, and she was in a frenzy with the vibrator over her most sensitive part. The pleasure of it was so intense she cried out his name as she came, her hips bucking and back arching even more. The release of it causing her to lay flat against the now warmed wooden floor, panting softly. "Oh... oh god.." She whispered, barely aware of her own body as after shocks of pleasure pulsed through her, causing her to feel like her clit were pulsing with every breath she took. James murmured softly, bringing her attention back to the here and now, "Good girl, such a good pet. Now, I want you to get up off of the floor, shower, and go to bed. It is very late now, pet and I know you need to get up for work in the morning, pet. After work, I want you to go to the store and buy a special notebook. In that note book I want you to write down, how you feel about me being your master. And how thankful you are for me to have given you the gift of orgasm this evening, my pet. Understand?" "Yes, yes, master. I understand." Hannah said as she pushed herself up from the ground with shaky, shaky legs. "Good night, pet. Dream of me." He murmured softly to her. "I will, master, I will. Good night." Dark Cynic's Pet Ch. 02 "Don't know what to do.. anymore.. I've lost the only love worth fighting for.." Hannah sang softly from her office, the tip of her pen brushing over its tablet, a brush on the monitor mimicking the movement, a long sweeping motion, as color slowly was filled in on the screen. A face being transformed from black and white to peaches and cream. The sunlight was streaming through the windows, setting her red hair aflame with red and coppery highlights. Said tresses lay over her shoulders in damp curls, over the black shirt she wore but not quite reaching her purple skirt. She was doing a commission for one of her favorite patrons, a young woman who was heavily into online writing, roleplaying, many other things. Adeliz had a lot of characters that she commissioned from Hannah, and it helped keep Hannah's bills paid on time. Currently, she was working on a sketch of a character that was going through a horrible breakup, the recommended listening for the character had been "Ashes and Wine". Hannah had gotten a great deal of inspiration this morning, putting a little of herself in the image. Drawing off of her experience with her ex-girlfriend. She was so lost in the emotion she was pouring into the picture that she completely lost track of the time. James was arriving that day, originally she was going to spend a few hours working on the commission and then wash up and start dinner for when James got there. That did not happen at all, because he arrived two hours early and she was two hours late finishing her working. "You always sing while you sketch, darling?" came that velvetly Irish accent that had sent her into some of the most intense orgasms of her life since that fateful call two and a half week ago. Hannah's pen clattered onto the desk and she lept from her chair. A rush of both joy at his presence, physical awareness of him, and embarassment that she had not gone to meet him flooded her. Skittering away from the chair and crossing the distance to toss herself at him and wrap her arms around him, "You're here!" "I am." He responded with a muffled tone, his head turning to nuzzle at her hair gently for a moment. His arms wrapped around her and held her there for a moment, simply nuzzling against her hair. Hannah wasn't certain what she should do next. For a time she simply stood there, leaning against him, her nose pressed against his throat. Eventually the hug changed from being warm and embracing to awkward and overly lingering. Slowly the redhead pulled away and glanced up toward the man, studying his unreadable face, dark hair hanging into his eyes for a moment. He hadn't called her pet, he hadn't even indicated that they were sliding into their dom/sub roles, but there was something in his eyes. Something that just made her shiver and ache in places she couldn't even describe. "Master?" she whispered softly to him. "Pet." he answered gently, reaching out to place a strand of her hair behind her ear. A gentle kiss pressed to her forehead, "Show me around your home, pet." "Yes, master." Hannah replied, breathily. The tour wouldn't have taken very long at all, given that Hannah's home wasn't that big, if it weren't for the touching and the teasing. As they stepped out of the office and into the long wood floored hallway, James' hand settled onto the small of her back. As they stopped by the first guest room, about a door length down the hall on the opposite wall of the office, his fingers slipped inside of her skirt. Just the fingertips, warm and lingering right at the curve of her backside. A warm heat curled in her stomach, causing her to stutter out, "Thi-this is the guest room I set up for you, master." As she pushed open the door to gesture toward the room, his hand slipped lower. Now his palm was resting on the curve of her ass, and his fingertips splayed out over one cheek. It became a little difficult to walk in this position, but she managed to lead him toward the next stop, the bathrom. And then to her bedroom. As she opened the door to her bedroom his fingers curled and he gave her backside a little squeeze, causing a little whimper to escape her throat. "This is your room, pet?" asked James with a tilt of his head toward the woman, considering her quietly for a time. "Yes." Hannah whispered softly, swallowing hard at the stronger squeeze to her butt. His fingers started to knead at her flesh through the material of her panties. With a shiver running down her spine and making her walk a little wobbly, she slowly lead them to the next stop. Back down the hallway and into the family room. The family room was the most spacious room in her house, large enough to fit two couched and a chais lounge, a large glass top coffee table, a wide-screen flat panel TV and a computer desk off in the corner. The family room was also the only room in the house to have a full carpet, a plush loose weave material making walking barefoot a pleasure. The redhead lead the way into the room and murmured, "This is the livingroom. The DVDs are in the hutch, the CDs in the cabinet on the opposite side. I set up the computer with a log in for you. Or we can set your laptop onto the wireless." By the time she had finished talking his hand had slide inward, pressing his palm against the cleft of her ass and then slowly down further. Soon his fingertips were pressing against her most intimate of places from behind. Her breathing hitched and she shuddered faintly, wondering what he would think when he found her panties damp already. Would he be pleased? She could not bring herself to look at him, suddenly feeling shy and a little ashamed of how easily he turned her on. Her shoulders tensed and she tried to continue speaking, gesturing weakly toward the large open doorway to the kitchen, "That way leads to the kitchen. I can start dinner if you're...hungry." Now she dared to look at him, he was watching her with green eyes. His eyes were lidded by his thick lashes, a languid emotion in them. Something she couldn't quite place. His fingers started to stroke her sex through her panties, causing her to whimper and moan softly. A harsh shiver running down her body, pleasure causing her to become a little weak in the knees already. Still he didn't say anything to her, didn't give her any indication of what he wanted of her. Did he want her to continue? Want her to stop? To stand there while he touched her? Did he want her to touch him? She didn't know, and she couldn't tell by his expression. His lips curled in a secretive manner, and his eyelashes hid his emotions from view. It was maddening, and caused her to whimper slightly in frustration. He moved suddenly, withdrawing his hand from her skirt and stepping toward the couch. On his way around her, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her along. She was pulled into his lap, her back to him, legs splayed on either side of his knees. His legs parted slightly, forcing hers to part further, causing her to feel very exposed. One of his hands settled against her inner thigh, while the other gathered up both of her wrists, raised them over her head, and then slowly brought them down to rest behind her head, holding them there. After a time she turned her hands to grip at the back of her neck and his hand fell away, settling onto her hip. The hand against her thigh started to gently stroke in slow swirls, fingers tracing a gentle circle. The fingers started creeping closer and closer to the apex of her thighs, toward the core of her. Only to drift back away, almost all the way down to her knee. A low keening noise escaped her throat at this. His other hand settled onto the opposite leg, both hands gripping her knees for a moment before his fingernails raked up her thighs, sure to leave red lines against her skin even through the material of her skirt. Hannah shifted, bucking her hips intently into this treatment, trying to urge his hands closer to her sex. His hands simply drifted away more, the more she squirmed the more his fingers got achingly close to her cunt and then drifted away. This teasing was torture to her and eventually she broke begging him softly, "Please, master!" "Please what, pet?" he asked in a soft voice, his breath against her ear sending a wave of heat down her cheek, traveling down her spine and transforming into a shiver and causing her to buck her hips even more. A gentle whimper escaped her lips, "Please, touch me, please!" "All you had to do was ask, pet.." he whispered softly, one of his hands sliding upward and pressing under her skirt and panties. His fingertips quickly found her sex, pressing her folds apart and sliding inside of her. His thumb flicked forward, finding her clit and working it in a slow circle. One finger thrust inside of her first, causing her to whimper and arch her hips even more. "Oh god." Hannah murmured, twisting her body a little. In response his free hand came up and found her left breast, gently cupping it and teasing the nipple through the material of her shirt. Her fingernails dug faintly into the back of her neck as he slid a second finger inside of her, and his thumb continued to stroke her but started to speed up. Already she felt herself coiling closer to orgasm, he seemed to know instinctively just how to thrust his fingers and how to massage her clit. A low whine escaped her lips, her hips bucking as the orgasm built and built. His low voice whispered against her ear, sending warm breath to cause an explosion of heat, gooseflesh, and pleasure through her body, "Pet? Cum." And she did. The words, the sensation of breath against her ear, the flicking of her click, the fingers pressed inside of her... And the direct commanding tone in his voice pushed her over the edge. Causing her to body to clench around his fingers and her hips to buck wildly for a moment. Her body floating as she came down, clit pulsing still with the aftershocks of pleasure as he withdrew his hand from her. "Good girl." He murmured softly in his darkly accented voice, "Now... you said something about dinner?"