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Pet

By: Scarletibis



Getting through the airport was the easy part. My scars were visible slightly through my leggings and I had a silk like strap twisted up my right leg that extended past my garter belt. My skirt was short enough that no one noticed, or even questioned the fact that I had quite a bit of rope woven around my body. The strap slightly hindered my mobility, but I pulled it off gracefully enough. It was the black strapped, patent heels that I had to focus hard on. They were thinner than the heels I normally wore, and higher than any of the thinner heels I've ever put on. But I wanted to be perfect today... I had to be.

I wore all black, with the exception of my bright red underwear. For this occasion, I chose a lace set, a red bra, and I tiny g-string that, had I bent low enough, would have easily exposed my garter straps and ass. The shirt I chose, though long sleeved, was far from modest, showing two large, pale breast begging to be freed from their crimson prison, A thin black silk rope lead from somewhere between them to a D-ring on my thick, patent collar, forming a perfect loop.

It was easy for me to get out of the considerably small airport and into a cab due to my lack of luggage. I didn't have much, a borrowed laptop and a few items of clothing in a carry on bag. This was not to be a long trip, just a gift of my appreciation. Hopefully, it would please Him completely. 

I spared no expense on this trip, though I knew it would be quite pricy, I had no doubt in my mind that it would be worth every penny spent. The cab driver pulled in front of the apartment complex and I handed him a fifty dollar bill. " Ma'am, he said " I can not break this."

" It's fine," I replied, " keep it, these are hard times. Sometimes it's good to share what we've got." His reply was short, but kind. He nodded and handed me his business card. 

" Next one's on me. It was a pleasure to be of service." I grinned broadly.

" It will be." With that I gathered my few things, and took a deep breath in a futile attempt to try to calm my rapidly growing anxiety. This is it. This is that feeling you get when you go down a huge curve on a roller coaster, or when you have cold water thrown on you when it's a hot day. Your heart is pounding in your throat, you are shaking, and your mind is clouded with uncontrollable, fast moving thoughts. This is the hunt and kill adrenaline rush.

I had the address written down on a scrap of paper and shoved into the pocket of my jacket. However, I didn't need it. In my anticipation for this moment, I had memorized it, and anything else I could think of to make Him happy. I wasn't sure what it was about him that attracted me so much to draw me out of my comfort zone. Perhaps it was the large, wise eyes. Maybe even the incredible amount of patience He had held for me so far. Hopefully, whatever it was, the truth would reveal itself.

I pulled a slender flip phone out of my jacket pocket and checked the time. It was 10:43 in the morning. Excellent, and early, as He tends to sleep in late. I expected Him to still be in bed, as we had finished speaking last at five that same morning. I was already at an airport, He was heading to bed. Upon returning my phone to my jacket pocket, I draped it across my laptop bag. I made another attempt at steadying myself as I climbed the stairs.

I raised my hand to knock on the door, fixing my hair to ensure that it was as perfect as I could manage. After the second knock, I heard some rustling on the other side of the door, followed by a very sleepy founding " Just a minute! " At this time, my heart was near busting out of my shirt much in the same way that my overly exposed tits were. 

I heard a bit more commotion before I placed my bags on the ground, pushing my right foot slightly in front of the left. I pressed my chin up, and put one hand on my hip. Maybe if I looked confident, I wouldn't crumble under His stare.

After what seemed like forever, the lock slid on the door and I went from being anxious, to being a light-headed wreck. The door swung open to reveal my completely bedraggled Master. For small moment, we stood there looking at each other in shock. I was certain He could hear my heart trying to free itself from it's ivory cage. It took about three second for His eyes to widen and realize exactly what (or whom, rather) arrived at his doorstep.

I grinned despite my attempts to remain cool and collected as He took me in. He was large eyed and quiet, and I was worried that He would reject me. Was I dressed to code? Would He approve of me going through the airport like this without Him?

Another minute passed as we stood quietly, trying to compose our thoughts when finally he took me in his arms. I buried my face in His neck so I could finally take in the warm scent that was Him. Upon doing so, I was terrified that the body oils I was wearing were too strong. He pulled my body away from his to look into my eyes.

" It's you," He said.

" It is me," I replied, blushing.

" You smell good," and with that he put on His signature, heart-melting grin. Relief flooded over me as I was terrified that my every day scent was too strong for His nose to handle.

I bent low to pick up my bags and we stood in the doorway a little longer. " Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but my return flight doesn't leave for a while. Though you have a lovely doorway, I would love to, perhaps, see the rest of the house."

He hesitated a moment looking quickly over His shoulder before turning back to me. He wasn't exactly expecting guests, and the house wasn't in top condition. I didn't care, and He knew it. He got a devilish look in His eyes and I almost fell over due to the weakness in y knees. He grabbed my hand and turned it over, revealing an embarrassingly clammy palm. He pressed his lips against my hand while staring up at me smoothly. Had He been paying closer attention, He may have noticed the pulse point in my wrist beating wildly. " You didn't have to do this, but thank you. The fire in His eyes grew more wild and He pulled me thorough the threshold faster than my legs were ready to carry me. (Which happened to not be very fast at all).

It happened all too quickly for me to really process or try to stop it. I stumbled through the door-way, fell against Him with a " thud" and landed as gracefully as I could manage. He laughed lightly as He reached over the heap on the floor that was me and closed the door with a swift flick of the wrist.

I lifted off the shoulder straps on my bag and looked up at my Master. He was smiling down at me with His hand extended patiently, waiting for me to take it. I hadn't been in His presence but five minutes and I was already sprawled out on the floor and embarrassed. "I'm so sorry," I said weakly, I'm so clumsy and I've already ruined it."

" Hush," He laughed, " it's time to get off of My floor, Little One. I did not put you down there. Now let Me see you." He presented His hand to me again and lifted me off of the ground. " Turn for Me?" He asked, and I quickly did so, being careful as to not wither under His gaze. He smiled at me again, taking his time as I slowly spun about. " You dressed like this your entire flight? No changing?" I did not wish to speak in fear that I would say something stupid, so I simply nodded my head.

He smiled and grabbed my hand once more, pulling me to Him. He placed His left hand on the small of my back while gently brushing a strand of my hair back with his right. " I approve completely, Little One, as you knew I would. And, on top of that, you came all the way out here to make sure I had a happy birthday. I must admit, you have outdone yourself, and surprised me entirely. For that, you will be well rewarded."

He then slipped His hand behind my head, gently tugging on my hair and pulling my head back so I was staring up into His eyes. I'm not sure how I managed it, but I kept my knees from buckling and myself from turning into a puddle under His warm hands. I was mesmerized by His gaze.

He lifted His hand from my back and tugged on the silk rope looped through my collar, following it down with His eyes. They lit up and He quickly pushed His lips to mine. I could feel both my excitement building as well as myself turning a fierce shade of red. He was completely intoxicating and the edges of reality started fading. He reached His hand down toward my knee and traced the strap upwards. " I wonder," He said, " where this goes to." I could feel the blood leaving my face and I swallowed hard. Even through my leggings, I could feel the heat emitting from His palms. He lowered Himself to His knees, eyes on mine and traced His lower lip with His tongue. 

He continued His journey up my thigh and reached my garter belt. Within seconds, He had removed the straps on my right side and followed it up to the center of my legs. Tracing the red panties, He watched my face for every change in expression. " You are very excited to see me, Little One. You have worked very hard to come to Me. If just a kiss makes you so wet, what will a touch do?" He slipped His hand inside of my g-string to find that my clit was hidden behind a strip of silk rope. " Huh," He smirked, " that's where that leads to. This will be fun." 

" Do you trust me?" He asked, and I nodded my head vigorously. " No, Little One, that will /not/ do. When I ask a question, I expect you to answer it, do you understand?"

" Yes, Sir," I replied, and before He had to repeat himself I continued "and I trust You completely. That's why if You'll accept me, I brought You this." I leaned over to my bag and unzipped the top, removing a small, square box. I lowered my head and handed it to Him." He gently opened the box to reveal a thick leather collar, much like the one I was already wearing, with the exception that this one had a few leather straps basket woven around the D ring in the center. 

" Well, it appears as if you already have one on, and I shouldn't be wasting any time on figuring out what exactly you have wound around your body." He threw my skirt up to reveal what may have appeared to the trained eye as a standard Shibari rope dress underneath my little lace g-string. Raising an eyebrow He turned me around to swiftly unzip the back of my skirt sliding it down my long legs and allowing it to pool at the floor. 

For a moment, a puzzled look crossed His face when He quickly looked up at me. Leaning over once more, I removed a pair of EMT utility scissors from my bag. " Sir, I think this may be Your best bet." I handed them to Him with a sly smile, knowing that I might actually pay for that. 

" No, not at all," He grinned viciously "because you are going to remove it." 

At first, my eyes widened with shock, then I could feel my entire body growing hot. I did not want Him to have to continue giving orders, as I wanted to know what He wanted me to do before He had to ask. But I couldn't stop the words from falling out of my mouth. 

"Pardon?" 

"The look on your face says you heard me, Little One. You are going to stand here and untie the rope harness, and get dressed again so we can start over. Do you understand?"

I nodded my head, "Yes, Sir." I stepped out of my skirt and slid my shirt over my head, exposing the complexities of the rope dress I had on. It very closely resembled a turtle shell, four diamonds down the center that branched off into several more shapes that encompassed my entire torso. I reached around my back to untie the bottom half of the harness, I was very good with ropes and knots, so I could do so quickly and smoothly. 

Once I had finished, you could see where the rope was pushing into my body, purple and red marks stained my alabaster skin. I pulled the last bit of rope from around my torso and laid it to the ground, picking up my bra and panties along the way. I slipped my bra around my back, hooking it quickly before bending over once more to slide my undies up my legs. I was trembling in fear and excitement, He had never before seen so much of me. What did He think? 

I was stooping down to pick up my skirt when His eyes lit up. "That's enough, Little One. Let me see you." I raised my right arm up an placed it behind my neck, rustling my hair slightly. I didn't think He'd mind me trying to be a little sexy. I turned around slowly so that He could see all of me. When I was facing Him, I stared at His face in attempts to find any sign of disapproval. 

But there was no disapproval on His face. A small smile played on His lips, and His eyebrows were slightly raised. We stood there for a few seconds, and I started getting nervous. Slightly shaking, I lowered my right hand to my side, trying to figure out exactly how to place myself to make it appear as if I wasn't losing my cool. 

"Sir, I hate to be rude again, but I'm just standing here, and I'm really nervous."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to figure out what to do to you." He stepped a bit closer, and I thought I was going to fall over due to the weakness in my knees. But I didn't fall over, and a strange boldness swept over me. I moved forward to meet Him, and I wrapped my arms around His neck with a smile. I melted when He welcomed me and pressed a hand to my back, bringing me closer to Him. 

"Turn around, Little One," He said, and upon me doing so, brought our bodies close together. I could not help but notice how well our bodies fit together, or that He was hard. This, of course, only made me want Him more, but I was patient. I took in a long, shaky breath and He took my right breast in His hand, giving it a tight squeeze before tracing His fingers down my torso and lingering on my panties. 

He traced the waist band before slipping His nimble fingers under the fine, red lace. My heart skipped a beat as He slowly moved towards the inside of my leg instead of just going straight down the center where I so desperately wished Him to be. Spreading His fingers slightly, He allowed His hand to rest upon my outer lips before gently pushing His middle finger forward in between my inner lips. I feel Him grow harder as He sharply takes in a breath in approval of how moist I was for Him. 

Turning my head, I slid my hand up His right arm, enjoying the slight curves of His muscles. Swinging a racquet a few times a week had definitely had an effect on His arms. I rested my hand on His neck and brought my lips to His. He was a mouth breather, so His lips were slightly dry and cracked despite His constant licking them. I enjoyed the contrast of His mouth on mine, and I pressed further, allowing my tongue to slip between His lips. His was drier than mine, and I enjoyed the opportunity to moisten it. I looked up and gazed into His eyes, a small moan escaped my lips and resonated through the air. 

With that moan, I was engulfed with courage. I slid my hand down His arm, laying my hand on top of His and gently pushing down, silently urging Him to explore me further. 

He stroked my slit softly, being gentle at first before He slid into me, first one then two of His nimble fingers. They curled into me slowly, pressing on my G-spot and I arched my back in shock and delight. I had hoped that I was more difficult to read, more mysterious, but He could read my body like a book. He knew what I wanted and it killed me. I looked up and smiled at Him, but any smile (no matter how lazy or casual I tried for it to be) did nothing to hide how badly I want Him right then. Then I noticed that loving every little shiver, every sharp intake of breath He was going to draw this out as long as He could. 

He gently retracted His fingers from within me before tracing my sensitive clit. I trembled slightly as He started moving His hand in small circles around it. His breath was hot on my neck and I trembled under His touch. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climaxing, and He could feel me building up. He leaned close to my ear "Do not cum until I tell you to, Little One. I want you to wait for me." I moaned in disapproval, but licked my drying lips. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir." I managed to mutter though my throat felt dry and I had difficulty finding words. "Do not focus on it," I thought, but I had been waiting to be His for so long now it flooded my mind. I did the only thing I could think of to keep me sane. I reached my left hand behind me and quickly unbuttoned His pants, sliding my hand in and taking hold of His hard cock. 

I felt Him stiffen slightly as I wrapped my long fingers around Him, stroking Him softly. He was longer and girthier than I had imagined. I ran my fingers over the throbbing veins that encircled Him and almost came to the excitement that me, of all people, could have such an effect on Him. I was smitten. I started stroking faster, running my fingers up over His head every third or fourth stroke, hoping to bring Him closer and closer to an orgasm. That would get Him to change His mind about having me hold off.

As if sensing this He pulled me away from Him and took me by the hand, leading me through His house and bringing me (finally!) to His room. He led me to His bed which was pushed up against the wall near the middle of the wall and sat down motioning for me to follow. I lowered myself down gently on His mattress, swept up in the emotion that months of fantasizing, and I had finally reached the place in my dreams.

I looked over towards Him, eyes glowing with joy, heart pounding with longing, and blood rushing with lust. I was almost embarrassed to notice that my scent had started to linger in the air. Had He noticed? I searched His face for any sign of disgust, but the only thing I saw was His eyes lit up with passion, and that passion was because of me. 

I leaned in to Him and swept back a lock of His hair. "I have you," I said, bringing my lips to His and sparking a fire deep within me. Every time we touched, a thousand tiny pinpricks flitted across my skin. He welcomed my lips and smoothly slid His body closer to mine, sliding His hand up the side of my neck and cradling my head. 

He gently guided me to the bed, lips still pressed to mine, one hand pressed to my face and the other sliding down my breast. I was shocked at how with such fire in His eyes, He had so much control over Himself. Surely He wanted me at least half as much as I wanted Him. He tenderly caressed my tit, playing with my now erect nipple. I giggled quietly in both the joy of the moment and at how much that simple little touch made me feel. 

He slid His hand down my body, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin and hooked His hand under the strap of my panties. Lowering Himself to the floor, He inch by inch slid my panties down my legs, exposing my wet pussy and filling the air with my sticky sweet smell. I was embarrassed and drew my legs in closer together in attempt to make myself a little less vulnerable to the cool air and His smoldering gaze. His eyes flickered with a stern disapproval to my retraction, and I relaxed again to please Him. I hated that look.

"You said you trusted me, Little One. Is that not correct?"

"It is, Sir, but I'm terrified of your reaction to me. You know I'm very shy about myself." I lowered my eyes, feeling ashamed that as much as I trusted and cared for Him, my embarrassment still took control of me. "I am sorry, Sir." He was so patient and understanding with me, no one else ever granted me such things, and here I was almost insulting all of His hard work. He began to lay kisses on my porcelain thighs, running His hands down my sides and resting them on my hips.

"Don't be sorry, just don't let it happen again. I know you are shy, and I know you trust me. Now we have to get you to be comfortable with yourself." The contrast of His hot breath where the cool air lingered on me was incredible. He drew closer and closer to my aching slit, teasing me with kisses, getting closer and closer before smoothly moving away. I moved my right arm under my head so I could watch Him explore me, eyes lighting up in response to my every little reaction. He slid His hands under my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, pressing His lips to me and gently sliding His tongue up my dripping wet slit. I trembled under Him and reveled in the fact that I trusted Him above many others to see me so closely. 


Pet



He ran His tongue around my outer lips, teasing me, nibbling on me before pressing His tongue into my tight canal and running it back up to circle my clit. A sigh escaped my lips and I arched my back slightly, submitting to His every movement. His eyes snapped up to meet mine as He sped up His tempo, making tight little rounds over my pearl. He seemed to enjoy every little twitch, moan, and sigh even more than the last and to my surprise I completely welcomed Him, even raising my body up to Him once or twice in ecstasy. My hand gripped the bedsheet as I grew closer to climax, but my brain screamed that much to my dismay, I could not cum. As if He sensed this, He sucked and nibbled gently on my swollen clit, and I was certain that I would explode. 

"Please may I cum, Sir?" I begged, panting heavily and trying to keep myself on this plane of existence when I was certain that I was about to travel to the most beautiful paradise. He laughed deep in the back of His throat which only made me certain that I would cum. I held on, distracting myself, waiting for His answer. Certainly He wouldn't torture me like this all day! 

"No," He whispered, a smile playing on His lips. I quickly sat up in retaliation to His reply and piled myself on top of Him, pushing Him down to the floor. I was shocked to realize that He was going to allow me temporary control, and I swiftly took the opportunity sliding my hands up His back removing His shirt on the way. I enjoyed how warm His body was, and the contours of His strong back as I nibbled gently on His neck, sliding my body down bit by bit, admiring His scent and the way the taste of His skin lingered on my lips. 

I continued down His body, nibbling, kissing, and over all enjoying every little inch of His skin that I could touch before resting at His waistline for a moment, gazing up into His eyes for any sign of dissatisfaction. I once again wrapped my hand around His throbbing cock before greedily taking it into my mouth, slowly sliding my lips over His head, swirling my tongue over it gently. He inhaled sharply, and goosebumps sprung up on His stomach, making some of His hair stand up slightly. I removed His head quickly from my mouth and slid my tongue down His shaft, my eyes darting up to make the connection even sweeter. He slowly closed His eyes and licked His lips, and I promptly took all of Him in my mouth, slamming His hard cock to the back of my throat. I tenderly lowered and raised my head, every so often looking up to make sure that He approved of my actions. I let out a deep, throaty moan in the excitement that He was allowing me to blow Him. I could feel Him building up under my tongue, and the thought that I could make Him cum first filled my head and I sped up my tempo, furiously licking, lapping, and sucking every inch of Him I could fit in my mouth. I gently pawed at His balls, which were tight against His body, in attempt to extend and intensify His soon to come orgasm, but He reached up and grabbed a hand full of my hair, forcing me to yield and return the control.

He adjusted His body so that I was hovering directly over His face, and I wanted to close up and hide. But I couldn't, I wouldn't disappoint Him again today. He gently started to lick and suck on my clit, the smell of my excitement filling the room. I tried so hard not to shake too much, in fear that I would lower myself too far. I took Him once more into my mouth and tenderly started to roll my tongue around His rock hard shaft. I panted lightly as He rolled His mouth over my inner lips and teasing me. Every so often He'd push me closer to the edge, only to retreat and lovingly pressing a kiss to one of my scarred thighs and allow me to gently fall back down to Earth. I moaned quietly, I was never so loud, but He knew how to read me. Like He had created this body for Him to use as He felt fit and knew exactly what to do to make me fall apart.

"I want you, Sir. Please, I want you in me." I whispered. With surprising speed He slid His body up and pressed His head against my aching vagina. and held it there for a moment. I quivered slightly, wanting to take Him in me fully, but I waited. I was not in control of this, and I completely submitted myself to Him. I would do anything it took to make Him happy. He slid His hands up my outer thighs, resting them on my hips and lowering me down upon Him, inch by inch. I gasped in pain and pleasure as I stretched to fit around Him, it had been so long for me it had hurt a little, but still, little waves of bliss washed over me. 

I tightened up a little and pressed my hand to my stomach. I could feel Him in me all the way to my belly button, and I blushed at how much I loved the way we fit together. I sat up a little straighter and ground my hips into Him, allowing myself to tighten and relax, massaging Him now from the inside. He pushed His hands into my sides and guided me upwards, slowly taking that fantastically hard cock out of it's sheath, and making me long for Him to take me harder. I neared His head and I could feel it pulling at my opening right as He slammed His hips into me. A deep moan escaped my lips and tiny little crackles of ecstasy flew through my body. A heavy exhale parted from His lips and floated in the air as He regained composure. I lifted myself from Him, placing my elbows firmly on the floor and pressing my ass in the air, welcoming Him to take me roughly from behind. My pussy near dripping with longing for Him to fuck me until I screamed and my whole world fell apart. 

He slid His body towards me once more so that His every line fit my every curve, leaving His gloriously girthy dick outside of me for the time being. He trailed kisses up my back and reached His hand forward rub my clit, allowing His breath to brush across the back of my neck and making my heart speed up rapidly. I arched my back, pushing my ass further in the air and rocking against His fantastic fingers. I moaned quietly and shook under His masterful hands, this apparently sent Him over the edge and He thrust Himself into me. Slowly at first, He rocked back and forth and our bodies swayed in an ancient dance. 

I started to pant, getting slightly dizzy as He thrusted Himself harder and deeper into me. I felt so deliciously dirty as I pushed my ass out further for Him to use me as He wished, hitting all the right spots with every advance. His thick head dragging and pulling on every inch of me brought me closer to the edge, but He always slowed before I could get there. He removed His hand from my throbbing clit and pressed it into my stomach, intensifying how fantastic He felt within me. This, however was not His purpose, and He carefully drug me to my feet, keeping His thick, solid cock inside of me.

Upon having me on my feet, He slid His palms up the length of my torso to gently fondle my breast. His hand would brush across my erect nipple and something warm would grow larger inside of me. He moved His hands around my back, laying them on my back and gently pressing me down. "Touch the floor," He said, His voice thick and rough, "do not fall, do not cum until I tell you you may." I did as I was told and leaned my body forward, which was quite the feat since I was in heels that made me almost as tall as Him. Palms on the floor, I pressed my chest forward, boosting my cunt into the air for Him to take. Removing Himself from me, He stood back for a moment to appreciate the view I was so very happily giving Him. I felt as if I could crumble under His stare, waiting, silently begging Him to allow His most carnal instincts to over come Him.

"I want you," I pleaded, "please take me. Use me, make me yours, I want to be yours." My voice was small and weak, but it had the effect I wanted. He placed His head once more in the opening of my tender, wet slit, pausing for the effect He knew it would have on me. I let out a low throaty moan in anticipation and He quickly thrusted His entire shaft deep within me, taking a moment to grind Himself into my walls before slowly retreating. Inch by inch, I could feel my soft inner walls grasping at His thick tip. The agony of me waiting for Him to thrust back into me was near unbearable, but oh so sweet. 

"Rub your clit for me, Little One." He ordered and I removed one of my hands from the floor to do as He obliged. Running my fingers over my sensitive clit, I tightened down on His firm dick. In a sort of retaliation, He slammed Himself deep within me. Trying something a bit different, he pulled back far enough so that He could do a few sharp, quick strokes before returning into my quivering depths. The effect of the clitoral stimulation along with Him pushing into me roughly was insurmountable, and I could feel myself getting dizzy. The edges of my vision blurred and I tightened down on Him as He continued to ravish me with His incredible cock. My heart was racing and the blood was pumping to my head, making for a sort of faked asphyxiation that I had never experienced before. It was exhilarating. 

In attempt to get Him closer to climax, I shifted my weight from my right to left foot, grinding myself into Him as He took me. This apparently worked for me and His breathing began to be a bit more ragged and labored. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, my toes tightened in my little heels, my skin prickling with the pain of Him devastating my wet, pulsing corridor and the pleasure of Him finally taking me to be His personal little fuck toy for the day. I rubbed my clit a bit faster, pushing down on it a bit more roughly than I normally would, this caused me to clamp down on Him, and He let out a short, low, animalistic grunt. 

My knees started to weaken and my head was reeling. My whole body was surging with feeling and I was climbing closer and closer to orgasm. Right as I felt I was starting to lose conscienceless and the fantastic world I was immersed in was starting to fade under tiny black stars He whispered to me. "You may cum, Little One. Cum for me now, you've waited for so long." He pounded ruthlessly into me, and those simple words sent me falling over the edge. My entire body filled with sensation, I felt like I was being sucked deep within myself, only to be drawn out in a fantastic explosion. Lights flashed behind my now closed eyes as I felt myself close around Him. His thrusts became a bit more erratic and I could tell that He was closer, being drawn in by the waves of my own orgasm. He dug His fingers slightly into my hips before allowing a shiver to over take Him. His hot, sticky cum filled me and painted my insides, the last few pulses of my orgasm draining the remainder of His seed into me. 

My world started to shrink as I gently lowered myself to the floor, allowing Him to tower above me. My breath was labored, my chest rising and falling rapidly. I tried to control my lungs, but they kept screaming out for the air that I had been depriving them. My nose started to tingle and the light started to fade back into my vision, I glanced behind my shoulder to be greeted with the largest, laziest, most heartwarming smile I have ever seen, and I had put it there. 

"Hi," I said, dizzy with pleasure. 

"Wow," He replied, and plopped down upon His bed, throwing Himself back into His covers. I welcomed myself to His restroom to clean up before joining Him on the bed, laying my head down in the curve of His neck. Taking in the scent of His sweat mixed with the smell of me lingering on Him was almost enough to make me excited again, but He wrapped an arm around me and we quickly drifted off into a well deserved sleep. 

It was late afternoon when I felt Him stirring around me. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly, noticing that He was watching me. I blushed and put on a shy grin. "Hi there. I thought you were a dream. It all felt like a dream and I was terrified to wake up." My eyes lowered away from His and He gently lifted my chin up with His hand. He tilted His head slightly and brought His face close to mine for a slow passionate kiss. I could not stop a tear from escaping my eye and skittering down my cheek. I giggled in embarrassment, and my infectious laughter took Him, lighting up that smile that I loved so much.

"You are so damned handsome," I said, in a near whisper. Like this was a frail moment and I did not want to break it with being louder than I had to be. I wrapped a lock of His hair around one of my fingers and twirled it about lazily, gazing into His intense eyes. I rolled over and He welcomed me into His arm, right where I could hear His heart fluttering against His chest. "Beat-beat. Beat-beat. But what does it say?" I asked allowing my eyes to trail up to His, stopping to admire His collarbone, neck, and jawline along the way. I pressed a loving kiss to His pulse point and settled myself back down against Him.

He lifted my head up gently so that He could kiss me once more, His lips were still dry. I could still taste me on His lips as He parted His mouth further, allowing our tongues to meet. I waved mine over His to find that His was surprisingly moist despite Him still breathing a bit heavily. I placed my hand to His chest to realize that His heartbeat was speeding up and becoming a bit heavier. My eyes flickered towards His and I grinned broadly as I realized that He was hard for me again. 

I parted my legs, exposing my once again wet vagina, welcoming Him inside me once more. He reached down to grab a hold of His hard cock and traced it around first my outer, then my inner lips. His eyes locked onto mine to watch my reaction. I lifted my hips up and drew a ragged, anxious breath, and He slipped inside me smoothly. Leaning close to me, He brushed His lips across mine, and I slowly drug my tongue over them before gently nibbling on the bottom one. He pushed further into me, and I let out a deep moan that seemed to intensify our kiss. I arched my back in welcome of a different type of intimacy. A slow, romantic experience that I couldn't say I had ever had before. I stared into His eyes, batting my eyelashes slowly and enjoying ever little sensation that He had created for me.

"Little One." He said, and my heart soared. "/My/ Little One."

I ran my fingers gently up His back, pressing into the tense muscles, massaging Him lovingly as He slid in and out of me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head up, still kneading His back and exposing my neck. He nibbled gently from my collarbone up to my ear and I giggled like a little school girl. Lowering His head down to my chest, He began to nibble on my rigid nipples. The sensation swept over my body, raising hair along the way. He suddenly paused for a moment, and I became scared that there was something wrong. Slowly He eased Himself away from me pausing to search my face for a reaction. I pouted slightly and He lifted my legs up, settling my calves down on His shoulders before quickly pressing deep into me. My eyes widened with shock and I let out a surprised gasp, before rolling my hips to grind Him hard into me.

He began to slowly stroke in and out, moving slowly enough so that I could feel the movements against both clit and the pressure on my G-spot. Picking up the pace, He lovingly pressed a kiss to my inner thigh and grinned. That impish little smirk could make the world stop turning, and I wondered if He knew it as I searched His eyes for something I would probably never really find. 

I was certain He was driving me crazy, the way He pressed into me was nearly poetic and sent wave after wave of wetness rushing from my body. I felt myself getting closer, longing to make Him cum with me. I moaned, biting down on my bottom lip and wondered if He long for the very same thing. As if an answer to my question His tempo increased, my breath caught in my throat, and He threw His head back. He slammed into me, driving as deep as is humanly possible and I let a moan escape my parted lips. While the head of is cock swelled He lowered one of my legs from His shoulder and lay His hand on my cheek. Shuddering against me, as my hips moved up to meet His and He brushed back a strand of my hair. He slowly slid into to me, His body rubbing against my clit and intensifying the moment. I slid my leg down and wrapped it around His waist, rocking with Him. I was going to cum, and He was going to topple down with me. I gasped as He lingered, pressing further into me, rocking gently before letting Himself burst once more within me. The feeling of Him filling me once more combined with His body pressing upon my clit drove me into an orgasm of my own, and I was sent spiraling downward, my walls massaging Him for ever last drop of Him. 

Finally His hips stilled and He slumped over me, tired but happy as the last waves of ecstasy rippled over His slightly sweaty body. I slid over and welcomed Him to lay beside me, cuddling close to Him. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you for letting me be yours for the day." I lay there watching His chest rise and fall with His breathing. "Did you enjoy your birthday present, Sir?" I asked, certain that He had. But I had to hear it from Him. 

He grinned and rustled my hair. "Wow." I giggled. 

Suddenly, a beeping came from the other room. I recognized the sound at once, but He scrunched His face up trying to determine what the foreign noise was. I lept up and darted into the other room, grabbing my cell phone before running back to His room to dive into His bed. 

"A call?" He asked, looking a bit disappointed. I shook my head.

"An alarm. My flight is scheduled to leave in a couple of hours, I had to make sure I didn't miss it."

"Leave? But you just got here!" He exclaimed, and I lowered my eyes because I had upset Him.

"Yes, Sir. But I didn't want to overstay my welcome. This was supposed to be for your birthday and then I was going to leave and give you space to work on your life." I was quite sad about the decision I had to make, but I felt it was in the best interest of both of us. Tears threatened to over take my eyes and He brought my head up so that He could stare into my them. I could not see the emotion that lingered on His face, something a mix of sadness and adoration.

"I think you should stay with me for a little longer." And He put on His best heart warming, spine tingling grin. If I were standing I would have fallen over. Sadness swept over me as I knew the decision I had made in the long run would be the best. "And," He laughed, moving my hair away from my eyes, "I'm hungry. We should go out. I want to show you off to my town."

I felt my cheeks growing pink and couldn't help but to smile. "What will we be having?" I asked, trying to keep my mind off of leaving this, the place of my dreams. I brought our faces close together once more and stole a kiss from His chapped lips.

"How about this, Little One. I worry about where we go for dinner, and you worry about dessert."



Pet



1. ...of fish and bicycles

It was a new job or rather it was her first real job after university and Pam was thrilled. She had been invited for the interview on the strength of her CV and references and had been appointed to the new research team straight away. It really was a 'dream job'.

Her new employer was one of the new Biotech Research Companies that were springing up like mushrooms, or even toadstools, all over the world. Actually, "Toadstools" was a better analogy as some of them were quite poisonous. They handled contract research, but made their real money from the spin-offs... Some of it unexpected and much of it exotic.

She had driven up to Halesowen, just outside Birmingham in the English Midlands, to look around the facility where she would begin work on Monday: today being Thursday. Pam was a shy girl and still needed somewhere to stay: her new line manager, Dr Lockyer, had suggested that she put a card on the Staff Noticeboard – twice and so she had written one out in her neat, tiny school-girl script.

The Company was new and was still getting established to take advantage of the new developments in the life sciences and Pam was taking over a small section of four who were working on various contracted hormone-based projects. She had completed her PhD in Endocrinology and was expected to follow through several of the promising lines opened up by her thesis. Hers was a "blue-sky" section and she had a free hand to explore and extend the research that had earned her her PhD: marketable products were expected to come later.

For a Biologist, Pam had lived a rather sheltered life and had immersed herself in her studies and then her research while at University. She was uncomfortable around other people, which if she stopped to think about it, she would attribute this to her red hair. Red heads tended to get bullied at school and Pam had been no exception. However, most red-heads have a temper because of this; Pam didn't, she had an inferiority complex.

On Friday morning Pam drove into 'work', or rather what would be work on Monday. The facility was housed in one of those high-tech glass and aluminium structures that architects thought that scientists needed before they could be creative. Pam was still staying at a nearby hotel, which was costing her, or rather, her employers a small fortune. 

She pushed open the front door and walked into the lobby. The receptionist looked up as she walked over to the desk. "Can I help you, Ma'am?" The woman behind it enquired pleasantly and with a smile.

"I... I'm Pam Durgan: I – I work here, or rather will on Monday." The red-head stuttered.

The woman looked at her, and then down at her desk. "Ah, yes. Dr Durgan. Welcome to our little family," She hunted around in the pigeon holes on her side of the fascia and came up with a keycard and an ID on a lanyard. "The keycard will get you into just about anywhere while the ID is to be worn at all times that you are on the premises. Company policy."

Pam smiled nervously as she accepted the items. "Thank you.....?"

"I'm Grace, any problems, just phone me at reception: one of my jobs is smoothing things out."

The red-head nodded and turned to walk away, heading towards the corridor leading towards the labs. As she reached the first access door, she reached for her keycard.

She heard the click, click click of heels on the hard floor.

"Dr Durgan?" A soft voice enquired as she fumbled with her keycard.

She froze.

"Dr Pam Durgan?" It was a woman's voice.

Pam turned slowly around and came face to face with a striking brunette wearing a severe business suit. "Y... yes?" Pam stuttered.

The woman smiled revealing dazzling white film-star teeth. "Oh, hi! I'm so glad to speak to you at last. I'm Brenda Forbes: the CEO. We met during your interview. Can you come to my office please?"

"Hi." mumbled Pam, blushing a deep shade of red . This was only the second time that she had met her new Boss face to face. She followed the brunette down a side corridor, and listened to her four-inch heels click-clacking against the hard floor. 

Pam had often wished that she could wear shoes like that but was afraid that people might stare. Pam didn't like being noticed: being noticed had led to trouble at school.

The office, like everything else in the building, was austere. Plain grey walls, blue carpet and Ikea-type furniture. The door plaque said 'Dr Forbes': Pam wasn't surprised: almost everyone here had a PhD. There was a framed poster on the wall: the only decoration in the room. It said: 'A Woman needs a Man as much as a Fish needs a Bicycle'. There was a picture of a large chubby goldfish perched on a cartoon push-bike attempting to peddle with its tail... Pam wondered what it signified.

Brenda sat behind her desk and indicated that Pam should sit on one of the two other chairs. As she did, the redhead noticed that her card requesting accommodation was on top of the woman's open diary. 

"Pam, you don't mind me calling you, Pam, do you." She didn't wait for an answer, but picked up a sheet of paper. "Pam, although I am more than happy to pay your hotel bill for as long as is necessary. I don't want too because it comes out of my budget and there are better things for me to spend it on!"

Dr Forbes looked up at her. Wow, thought Pam, she's beautiful! Pam must have stared because she was rewarded with a knowing smile.

"I've got a better idea." She held up the card. "I have space at home and really would like the company. I don't need the money, so we can come to an arrangement about rent." She gave the redhead an appraising look. "Good, that's settled, then! 

Meet me here at two: in the meantime go and get your things from the hotel and I'll show you your new home!"

Pam left that office with her head spinning slightly. What just happened? She wondered.

At ten past two she followed the CEO's Ford Focus out of the company car park and up the road to a large white house on the outskirts of Romsley, a village a couple of miles away. They pulled up outside and Brenda grabbed a couple of the cases out of Pam's car and cheerfully led her into the converted farmhouse.

"I don't think that I will be able to remember the way on Monday." Pam remarked as the climbed the stairs to the first floor.

"You won't need to as you won't be driving... We will be able to car share! I've adjusted your working hours to mirror mine. So that is something else that you will save money on." Brenda said with a grin.

"Will that be alright?" Pam asked.

The response that she got didn't surprise her. "I'm the Boss so it damned well better be!"

The flat was a large one: kitchen, dining room, lounge, study and three bedrooms each with its own bathroom. Pam's bedroom was to be the middle one with the single bed and the two walk-in wardrobes. Brenda put the cases down and said. "While I'm changing: how would you like to make a pot of tea? You've seen where the kitchen is. See you back here in five: Oh, mines white, no sugar and use the mugs by the teapot." Then she was gone.

Pam did as she was told, which was rapidly becoming the normal state of affairs around Brenda. And when she re-entered her bedroom she found the brunette busily unpacking her cases for her. She accepted the tea with a grateful smile. "You're an angel!" She said without giving Pam a chance to comment on the unpacking.

Brenda, to Pam's surprise, was wearing a low-cut flimsy white halter top and cut down shorts: with her long, slightly curly brown hair held back into a ponytail by a bright green scrunchy. She worked rapidly dividing Pam's cloths up into piles. 

"These won't do at all, you know.. You may have noticed that the flat seems to be warm: that's because I keep it at a constant temperature all year round: you have very little suitable for indoor wear, but don't worry. I'm taking care of that." She indicated a light summer dress that the redhead had never seen before. I'm sure that that will be more comfortable. We'll work on your image next week!"

Pam's clothes took up a corner of one of the wardrobes: shoes stayed in the hallway as Brenda had a strict barefoot rule. "Much cleaner! I'm sure that you don't want to spend all of your time cleaning mud out of the carpets... I know that I don't."

Brenda somehow had an answer for everything, even the questions that Pam hadn't got around to asking.

They finished and took the rest of their tea back to the lounge where Brenda sat her down. "Right, Pam, I'm a busy executive and I'd like you to share my home. You'll live rent free as long as you help-out with a bit of light cleaning. There's a woman from the village who comes in and does the heavy work and the laundry. I need someone to organize this place..." She swept an arm majestically around... "A companion-come-housekeeper, if you like. I noted from your CV and interview that you consider yourself a good cook: if you can organize the meals, I will be more than grateful as I am a kitchen-disaster, myself."

Pam nodded shyly: she felt as if she was on a roller-coaster: she didn't know where she was going, but the exhilarating ride had been planned in advance by an expert.

"A couple more things. Firstly we will need to entertain business guests occasionally: I would like you to cater for those events, act as, cook and hostess and be fairly ornamental: those will count as extra duties and you will be paid by the firm. Secondly you will get a paid day off each week to allow you to carry out your domestic duties. Your job description will be altered to include the words 'Personal Assistant to the CEO'. Don't worry, I am not a messy person so the household duties will be light. Deal?"

With her head once again spinning, Pam said. "Deal!" And received a sisterly kiss on the cheek as a reward. The fact that her heart seemed to flutter and her pussy was wet puzzled her.

"You know," Brenda said, breathing in the fragrance of her hair, "you really are a very attractive girl! Your hair is such a beautiful rich golden copper and you pale skin is so flawless that I bet you have the boys queueing up to take you out?" 

"N... no!" Stammered Pam. "I don't have a boyfriend."

Then when she asked. "Girlfriend, then, perhaps?" Pam wondered what on earth she meant.

Brenda noticed the confusion and the slight blush and smiled knowingly. As she gently stroked the red-head's face.

Later that afternoon, Pam cooked a simple chicken casserole and served it with buttered new potatoes. Brenda helped her to clear away afterwards and loaded the dishwasher. "That was fantastic: tell you what, why don't we go out for a drink to celebrate? You've found somewhere to live and I've found the house mate from heaven: so quick shower and change and the taxi will be here at seven." Brenda squeezed her hand. "It seems like I've known you for ever!"

2. Clubbing and Afterwards

The taxi took half an hour to get them to a secluded building in Edgbaston, just south of Birmingham's City Centre. Brenda nodded to the driver and hustled Pam inside. It was still quite quiet as the live band did not begin playing until eight. Brenda escorted her to the bar and got them a couple of stools without any trouble.

"What would you like to drink?" she enquired.

"Oh , I don't drink very much. Mummy did not believe in alcohol!" Pam answered innocently.

Brenda leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Well your Mummy's not here to disapprove, is she?" Brenda said and ordered them a couple of 'Buck's Fizzes'. 

"You'll like this, its mainly orange juice, mostly. It'll help you relax."

Pam smiled and downed half of it. Suddenly feeling a little light headed. She looked around and saw that most of the people in the bar seemed to be women: all ages from early twenties to quite old. She mentioned this to Brenda who just shrugged. There was a large bas-relief over the glass shelves behind the bar: a fish riding a push-bike. "'s rediculus." Pam slurred.

"Many things are, my darling, many things are." Brenda answered mystically. Then she grabbed Pam's hand. "Come on, bring your drink: I've just seen some friends: let's join them."

There were four of them at a table over by the dance floor. Pam recognized two of them from work. They were Dr Lockyer, her line manager and Janice, one of the juniors from her new section: they were holding hands.

"Hya, Bren!!" Lockyer said enthusiastically. "You've got her then? Can't say I'm surprised."

"Of cause, Alanna: if anyone else had so much as looked at the card she put on the noticeboard, I would have broken their fingers before handing them a P45!" She was still holding Pam's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

The other two young women were Kimi and June who worked for a rival biotech firm. Pam wondered just how much business was done in the club.

Suddenly Brenda pulled her onto the dance floor just as the band were playing a smoochy tune. " Won't it look odd? Women dancing together?"

Brenda pulled her close and whispered. "Take another look around, darling." And kissed her on the neck long enough to leave a 'love-bite'.

As the evening progressed, Pam became more and more relaxed and danced with all of the women at her table, although most of the time she found herself on the floor with Brenda who was the clear leader of the group. She cuddled with Brenda as they danced close and personal. Brenda's body was soft and well-toned and her hands seemed to be everywhere. Pam had never realised that it was possible to get drunk on fruit juice before.

At ten, after wishing the others a cheery goodnight, Brenda helped her into the taxi that had brought them and gently snogged with her in the back seat as they were driven home. The driver offered to help her into the house with Pam, whose legs seemed to have developed minds of their own. Brenda declined the man's offer and helped Pam in through the front door and up the stairs. They kicked their shoes off in the hall and giggling, headed for Brenda's bedroom.

"Its a bit late to make your bed up, so you might as well share mine." Brenda said as she played with Pam's breasts.

Pam moaned as her boss lowered her onto the bed and gently undressed her. She threw Pam's panties into the rubbish bin then carefully helped the naked girl into her toilet seating her on the pedestal gently drying her after she had emptied her bladder. 

"And so to bed!" She added forcefully.

Needless to say, Pam did not get a lot of sleep as Brenda introduced her gently to lesbian sex. The two of them enthusiastically explored each others bodies with hands and mouths. Pam hadn't got much of an idea of what to do but the brunette was a fantastic teacher and together they shared orgasm after orgasm. The first one frightened Pam in its intensity and the second one surprised her: she hadn't known that it was possible. At five she lost count and at ten she was past caring.

She loved the taste of Brenda's pussy and finally fell asleep while the older girl was licking her out. Brenda covered her up with the lightweight duvet and whispered. "Sweet dreams, my pet!"

Next morning Brenda propped herself up on one elbow and enjoyed the spectacle of the red-head's confused awakening. It began with a puzzled frown as the green eyes opened and stared at the strange ceiling. Then her head turned sideways and her gaze fell on Brenda; or to be more accurate, on Brenda's breasts.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She gasped. "We did, didn't we? I shouldn't have. I never have before! It was wrong, so wrong!"

Brenda chuckled and shuffled over towards the redhead and gathered her up in her arms. "Says who?"

"Well everyone!" She looked confused. "That's what they taught us at school!"

Brenda hugged her and kissed her full on the mouth. The kiss lasted a full two minutes. "You are mine now, Pam, I'll say what's right and what's wrong. You don't need to worry about it."

Pam relaxed. "I like being yours... I like being... What do I like being?" She sounded confused until Brenda kissed her again.

"My pet. What else?" She stroked the red-head's hair. "Everything we agreed yesterday will stand but there are a few changes for instance this is where you will sleep: this is your room too. You will not wear clothes around the flat when we are here together and at other times you will wear what I tell you. You are mine and available for sex at all times: I'm adventurous in that department, so I will expect you to accommodate me. If you don't like something, tell me.

"Clothes: panties are out; you will never wear panties at anytime. Do you understand?"

Pam giggled. "What about my periods?"

Brenda frowned. "You are not to have a period while you live here. Do you understand? You know enough about hormones to make sure that you obey me. Have a look at our product range: there's a good selection from it in your bathroom: I expect you to be clean, hygienic and available at all times. 

"When we entertain: you will dress appropriately: don't worry I am taking you shopping this afternoon and I intend to buy you a whole new wardrobe. But at three you have an appointment with my beautician: your hair will be styled. I like it long so you will grow it at least to your beautiful backside." She ran her hand over Pam's chest.

"What are you? 34?"

Pam nodded.

"By the end of the month, you will be a 40! I like girls to be big! The plastic surgery will not be drastic, but I want my domestic goddess to look like a real Goddess!

"Oh and when my friends come around for cards, I expect you to serve the drinks wearing a pair of black thigh-high silk stockings with elastic lace tops and nothing else. If Alanna brings Janice. Then she will be subordinate to you. I'll not have anyone undermining your position at work!"

"One thing: you will address me as Mistress or Mistress Brenda when we are alone and around the flat. At other times, you will address me as seems appropriate. Do you understand, my darling pet?"

The day was a whirlwind that left Pam reeling. Brenda must have spent several thousand pounds on her and everywhere she went she was showered with affection.

That evening they went back to the club and Brenda had her wear a dress that was so short that it only just covered her pussy. It was green spandex and hugged everything. On the dance floor it kept riding up but no one complained, in fact she got a cheer every time that it did! Janice was wearing one in bright red. 

"Don't they look gorgeous dancing together: we'll have to have a group session after Pam's plastic surgery so that she can show you what she's learned. How's it with Janice, by the way?" Brenda asked.

Alanna shrugged. "She's not as good a pet as I thought she would be: not submissive enough. I'll take you up on the offer of biochemical conditioning: altering her brain chemistry should help tame her."

Brenda spent the taxi ride back to the flat playing with Pam's pussy: and once inside they left a trail of clothes on their journey to the bedroom. "You are still a virgin: if you let me, I'll do something about it." Brenda said gently

Pam nodded and her mistress arranged her so that she was kneeling on the floor with her chest gently resting on the bed.

Brenda came into her field of vision wearing a bright blue strap-on. "This is not a big one because I don't want to cause you any undue pain or discomfort; but it will hurt to start with."

Gently she mounted the redhead doggy fashion. The girl gasped as Brenda eased into her and then began to moan as she was ridden to the first of several orgasms.

Life settled down over the next few weeks with Pam adapting to the roles of Sex toy, pet, companion, assistant, housekeeper and wife. She found her duties to be pleasant and fulfilling: she knew exactly where she was with Brenda and that was the key to everything: Brenda was definitely on top!




Pet



Work was easy: if she had any problems, she just contacted "Amazing Grace", the receptionist who had a knack of sorting things out: in fact she suspected that Grace was the only person who knew how things worked.

It was strange that 90% of the staff who worked for the company were female: actually, when Pam thought about it it was not strange at all! Brenda ran it the way she liked and Brenda liked to be surrounded by nice attractive girls and women.

Her little section of four was easy to manage as no one caused her any problems, not even Janice who had become much less rebellious over the weeks since they first met. On the whole Pam was happy... Really happy... The place was so idyllic that she often wondered if it could possibly remain that way.

Then one morning, Brenda brought a visitor around. She was a small blonde woman who She introduced as Madam Anna Volkova. Life became interesting shortly afterwards, but that's another story..



Pet



We're lying in bed together. She's fully dressed, I'm in the remains of my traveling clothes. Black jeans & socks, leather bracers, leather collar. My t-shirt is lying on the ground, along with the contents of my pockets. My keys had been uncomfortable to lie on, and the cat fur on the shirt was upsetting her allergies (living with four cats fuzzy clothing is sort of unavoidable).

We've been snuggling for a while. She's been playing with me, fingertips and fingernails on skin. It feels wonderful, and I've been reduced to incoherent gasping whimpers more than once already. A thought comes into my head, a thought I didn't expect at all. I lie there for a while still enjoying her touch while that thought bounces back and fourth in my mind. I'm screwing up my courage, trying to get the strength to ask it.

Finally I reach back to where she is stroking up my spine and gently take hold of her hand as it reaches my shoulder blades.

"Um..."

"Would... um..."

"Would... you..."

{I can't believe I'm asking this. I can't believe that now that I am asking it and want it very badly that I can't just say it.}

"Would you... Would you... ...top me?"

{I just asked that question? Me?!? I'm not into all that kinky stuff. I mean I've played around with power dynamics and stuff but nothing serious. Not like this. Oh gods what if she says no? What if she laughs at me?}

She pauses (I bet that was the last thing she was expecting!) then agrees with a smile.

~~

A brief interval ensues where we discuss what I want from this, safe words, etc. Then it begins.

It starts out pretty much like any other time someone has been playing with my skin. The touch of their hands on my skin, my eyes closed so I can concentrate on the sensation. Not long into it I roll from my side to my back trying to follow a touch. I hear her voice.

"It's ok this time because this position gives me better access to your neck, but in the future do not move without my permission."

Oh, right. She gets to decide what happens. Got to remember that, don't want to displease her, she might stop.

~~

It goes on for ages. She discovers what causes the most interesting reactions.

Fingernails raked across my chest and over my shoulder. I arch my back with a harsh intake of breath.

"You sound just like a cat hissing."

She lightly teases the palm of my hand with her fingertips. I whimper and writhe in response.

"Oh. I can do that in restaurants..."

(And she does, repeatedly over the next two days. In restaurants and stores. While looking at exhibits in a museum. Often while not even really paying attention to me. So she's looking at something else while stroking my palm and I'm trying to keep my whimpers inaudible and not wriggle enough to make people stare at me.)

~~

Eventually it winds down, I come back down from that out of it state I get when being played with. She tells me I did well, that I made her quite happy.

~~

{Fast forward to the next evening. Same setting, almost exactly the same as the previous night in fact.}

She is topping me again. Much the same as the previous night. Then she notices that my breathing changes every time she gets close to the collar I'm wearing, get within a half inch of it and my breathing quickens, short fast gasps.

She hooks a finger through the D-ring, and pulls just enough to make me fully conscious of the collar encircling my neck.

The collar, the one that sits in my bag with the rest of my odds 'n ends. The one I bought at a pet store a few years ago as part of a Halloween costume that didn't pan out. It has a little black metal tag hanging off it, 'PIXEL' engraved upon it. I wear it fairly regularly, and think nothing of it.

Right now I am thinking of nothing but it. A half inch wide strip of black leather and a few chrome hardware bits. One finger, and a microscopic amount of pressure.

{Wait! When I said I wanted to be topped, this wasn't what I was talking about. But... I said I wanted her to be the one in control, and that means this too. And... And... What if she stops playing with it?}

She tugs lightly, and I gasp with pleasure.

~~

She moves on, playing with me some more, coming back to the collar from time to time to ensure she has my attention.

~~

She is licking my neck right at the adam's apple, just above the collar, quick light licks. My breathing is so quick and staccato I suddenly realize that I'm not actually getting enough oxygen, and I have to say it.

"stop."

It couldn't have been more than a faint whisper, but she stops instantly. And I am curled around her knees as she kneels beside me, stroking my hair and telling me it's ok. I slow my breathing, trying to remember to breath deeply. Once I've calmed down a bit I explain what happened. Then I apologize, and she tells me that no, it's ok. I did just fine, she's not upset at all.

~~

We are playing again. She keeps telling me I'm her pet. Fingertips traveling down my spine. I roll the word and concept around in my head. Tugging on the collar, she tells me I'm a good pet, that I'm doing well.

Pet.

I want to be a good pet, I want her to be happy with me, I want to do well. I want to be her pet.

~~

She'a tugging on the collar again, enough pressure that I have to arch my neck slightly. And she starts talking about leashes. Clipping a leash onto the collar and leading me around by it. She tells me that if she did that I'd have to follow her, and follow every twitch of her hand. I begin whimpering at the very thought of it, and every time she mentions a leash again my pulse and breath quickens.

Things start winding down, she asks if there is anything else I want. I manage to whisper one word.

"Leash."

She apologizes, says she doesn't have one. I whimper in quiet frustration. She tells me to wait, and leaves for a moment, when she returns she clips something to the collar's D-ring (a strap off something I find out later). Gently but insistently tugging she guides me from laying down to my knees.

"I don't think you need to stand."

Then.

"Ok, this way, on your hand and knees is fine."

She pulls firmly but gently on the lead. I move carefully forward, having to move gently as my eyes are closed and I can't see any obstacles. But I trust her not to misguide me.

I move slowly enough that the collar is a constant strong pressure on the back of my neck. The feline in me will allow itself to be led, but it's damn if it'll go completely willingly.

She tells me to sit, then tugs upwards on the lead, and kisses me passionately.

"You did well, I am very pleased."

She unclips the lead, and we hug each other for a long time, kneeling there on the floor.

~~

The next day we are at a pet store, she buys a leash made of thin chrome chain. And at one of those automated tag engraving machines makes a tag up. It is the same style as my 'PIXEL' tag, little black metal circle with silver letters.

It spells out her name, with an 's attached to it.

~~

Pet.



Pet



She sat at her desk, chatting to some wannabe slave online. He sat in the corner, waiting. He was naked except for the ball gag in his mouth and the cage locked around his cock. He knew that she wouldn't need another slave, not as long as she had him. She was just playing with the others. 

She rang the bell. He crawled over, ever obedient. She gestured for him to crawl under the desk. He obeyed. He sat between her legs as she took a strip of black fabric from her desk drawer and covered his eyes, knotting it tightly behind his head. She removed the gag from his mouth, and slid her skirt a little higher. 

"Make me come," she ordered. He obeyed eagerly, crawling further between her legs, closer to the place where she needed him. His tongue reached for her, only to be met with fabric. She was wearing underwear, which she never did. His body responded before his head had the chance to tell him what it was. Silk.

She was cruel, to torture him like this. She saw his body stiffen and laughed. She knew how excruciating it would be for him to come face to face with the feel of his fetish. She also knew that it would be torture for him, with every cell in his body telling his cock to get hard, when he couldn't. She watched the look of desperation on his face as he ran his tongue over the silk. The first stroke. She watched as his cock attempted to get hard. She laughed. 

He felt helpless. She was using his fetish for silk against him, and he couldn't even get hard, no matter how hard his body wanted to respond. He knew she'd be enjoying every minute of making him suffer. 

He licked at the fabric again, feeling her body responding to the strokes of his tongue. He was aching and swollen, but he knew she didn't care. A few more strokes and she moved the fabric aside. Part of him felt desperation, and part of him felt relieved. Now, perhaps he could concentrate. She was such a tease.

He devoured her. She responded, arching her back, moaning softly. He wanted to please her, he lived to please her. He knew she'd have him on a countdown. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, tasting the metal of her piercing, savouring the sounds of her pleasure. 

Her sucked on her clit as hard as he could. He knew that got her every time. He wished he could see her. He knew already the way her body moved in pleasure. She felt the varying strokes, the pleasure that burned deeply and then spiked. She grabbed his hair and forced him closer. He knew the message. Harder. Faster. Make me come. 

He obeyed the unspoken order. Her body arched, her moans became louder as the pleasure built to its peak and exploded. He continued to lick at her clit until she told him to stop.

She removed the blindfold and half smiled at him. "Three minutes," she said. "I think that's a new record." He smiled back at her, happy that she was pleased with him, and glad that she'd trained him so well. He knew exactly what to do, where to go, to make her come. 

She flipped her long black hair off her face. "I need a cigarette."

He took a cigarette from her case, still kneeling, he put it to her lips and lit it for her. She inhaled, and blew a thin stream of smoke in his face. "Down."

He moved next to her, palm flattened and held towards her. She began to type again on her keyboard. He didn't dare look at her screen, he knew his place. He sat silently. Occasionally she noticed the ash growing on her cigarette and ashed it in his hand. The smoke filled his nostrils, tickling him, and then the panic rose as he realised what was going to happen. He couldn't control it. He sneezed. 

He looked up to see first the look of disgust on her face, and then the grey ash covering her black clothes. He had blown it all back at her. He quickly moved back into position, knowing punishment would be coming. "Sorry Mistress," he said quietly. She looked at him, and he saw the hint of a smile that played at her lips for just a split second before she put the half-smoked cigarette out on his bare palm. It burned his flesh, and he had to bite his lip to keep from calling out.

"That should teach you to be more careful," she said, as she lit another cigarette. "You've ruined my relaxation. Let's try this again, shall we?"

"Yes, Mistress. I'm very sorry, Mistress." He wasn't lying. He deserved the stinging pain in his palm. He knew he should have been more careful, he shouldn't have got in the way. 

"Thank you." At least she allowed him that, and the brief smile that followed. She wasn't entirely cruel, she had her moments of kindness, and he'd never wish for another Owner.

Later, when she'd finished her second cigarette with no mishaps, she put the gag back in his mouth, checked on his cage, and then carefully dressed the burn on his palm. She laughed that it looked as though he'd been crucified. 

"That'll teach you, won't it, pet?"



Pet



Sitting on the boulder, waiting for the stranger to show up, Frost's emotions where a whirlwind. He knew he had done everything right. He had played by the rules completely, done everything asked without question, without complaint. Their relationship had been completely by computer for months, he had sent the pictures that had been asked for, he had done everything exactly right.

So why was he so incredibly nervous? Frost had been with other men before. He knew he could transfer to the physical with ease. The months of waiting had built up a trust between the two men, they knew that each would keep the other's secret, that the two of them would be safe from exposure.

In spite of his experience, Frost knew that it was the whole situation that made him nervous. He felt completely exposed, vulnerable to the stranger. The stranger knew his name, where he lived, where he worked, what he looked like, hell, he even had pictures of him fucking his wife. The stranger had complete control over every aspect of the relationship. He could expose him in a heartbeat, and Frost couldn't even accurately tell where the stranger lived.

It was that vulnerability that made it so exciting. All the work, all the trust built up, and it came down to tonight. The stranger called it an audition. He had to audition for the right for things to continue. Frost needed to prove he could sexually satisfy the stranger before the relationship went to the next step.

Hearing footsteps approaching, crunching softly on the gravel path, Frost resisted the urge to lift the flashlight. He knew the rules. He knew the punishment for breaking the rules. As frustrating as everything has been, it was exciting to play by these rules. He kept the flashlight shining on the ground at his feet, kept his eyes down, studying the pebbles between his shoes.

As soon as the beam from the flashlight hit his face Frost turned his flashlight off. He didn't move, didn't talk as the stranger walked up to him, to stop right in front of him, closer than polite culture allowed. Frost could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"What are you doing out here?"

At first, Frost's mind froze up. He knew he was supposed to say something, but couldn't remember what. Then it clicked.

"Enjoying the night air."

"Are you?" the stranger asked softly.

"Yes, I'd like it a little frosty though." Frost couldn't help but grin as he said the cheesy words.

"Too bad, I think it will get hotter soon."

Knowing exactly what the stranger had meant, Frost felt his face flush. Audition time. He stood and turned around, and with his back to the stranger flicked on his flashlight to find the barely visible trail down to the secluded clearing the stranger had picked out. This was the second time each had been there, the first together.

The first for both was to pass off a present. One day, several months ago, Frost had received an email telling him where to go to find a little something the stranger had left him. Eager to discover what it was, Frost had gone the next day and had found this little area. Looking around he had found the rock that marked the spot it was buried and had dug it up using his hands. Inside a sealed ziplock bag was a dildo.

Sending an email back, Frost read the stranger's instructions as what he wanted done with the dildo. It had taken some time, first to find the alone time, then to get the rest worked out, but finally Frost was able to do as requested.

The stranger had been very specific. Frost read the instructions over and over, making sure that he would remember everything right.

First had been how he was to be dressed. That had been easy. Frost found the black silk stockings to feel strange at first, and truth be told, a little weird. He wasn't a cross-dresser by nature, but wanted to please the man he was building a rapport with. The matching garter belt was just as different to him.

He had freshly shaven his pubic hair, had even laid back in front of a mirror and carefully shaved the crack of his ass. Looking at himself in the mirror, Frost felt himself flush. He looked good dressed that way. 

Setting up the camera had been the difficult part. To get just the right angle, he finally had to set it on top of some books on the dresser. Finally set, Frost had gone to the bathroom and once finished sat down at the computer one last time. Re-reading what was wanted, Frost knew that it was nothing outrageous, but found himself thinking if it was worth it.

The stranger hadn't promised anything. He wanted control over him, but had never said anything would ever happen. He had in fact said that they would never meet. Frost had no idea why he wanted this so badly. He could easily find another man, one much more willing to be in his life physically. He could be getting pounded silly right now if he wanted, instead of filming himself using a sex toy on himself, to send to a man he still hadn't even seen.

Still unsure of why, but knowing that he did indeed enjoy the sense of being controlled, Frost stood up and walked back into his bedroom. Grabbing his lube, he used a large portion on his asshole, sliding several fingers up inside himself to make sure he was good and ready.

Turning on the camera, Frost started performing for the stranger. He lifted the dildo to his mouth and lovingly kissed and nibbled the length. In his mind it was no longer a toy, in his mind he was worshiping the stranger's cock. Sliding it into his mouth he tried to take it as deep as he could, getting nearly three quarters of its length in before being unable to do any more.

Wanting to impress his unknown friend, Frost worked the fake cock for several minutes, then finished, he lay back and lifted his legs. Smiling into the lens, Frost slowly started to slide the toy up inside his ass. His swollen cock twitched as the entire length went easily inside, stretching his asshole wonderfully. Knowing what the stranger wanted, Frost began to fuck himself.

Trying to keep his arm clear of what the camera was recording was distracting at first, though soon it became second nature to Frost as he worked his asshole with the toy. The pleasurable sensations were building inside him, he knew that before long he was going to cum. Working his arm faster, Frost could feel his orgasm starting to build and angled the dildo to hit just the right spot.

Just seconds before it hit, Frost remembered to lift his cock up straight, cum launching into the air to splatter his stomach as he screamed. As hard as it was, Frost fought through his orgasm to keep his legs spread wide and continued to fuck his asshole hard with the toy. Finally he began to come down from his ecstacy, and slowly, lovingly worked his ass a few more times before sliding the dildo from his ass, keeping his legs spread as he felt his asshole slowly begin to close. Once he was sure his asshole was no longer gaping and had completely shut, he lifted the dildo to his mouth and again sucked it, lovingly cleaning it with his mouth, wishing all the while it was the strangers flesh instead. 

Sure that the toy was clean, Frost then began to pick up his cum with his fingers, cleaning them with his mouth as well. The taste went well with the afterglow of his bliss. Again, he wished however that he was tasting the stranger's seed instead.

Finished cleaning up his cum, Frost began to rub his hands over his body, lost in his imaginations. He rubbed his softening erection, lifted his legs again and pulling apart his asscheeks slid first one, then two fingers inside himself. Not happy with that, he slid two more fingers from his other hand up inside his ass. Pulling slightly, he felt his asshole open up again. Lifting his head and looking squarely at the camera, Frost smiled.

"I want you. See what you are missing?"

* **

It had taken him some time to transfer the tape to the computer after that, even longer for Frost to get up the nerve to send it off. Something like that could ruin him. The stranger had him figuratively by the balls. If anything, Frost was even more under his control than ever. And strangely enough, that turned Frost on even more. It also made him feel more at peace with himself. He had always enjoyed being the submissive one with men, but this was a whole new level for him, and he found himself liking it.

When Frost saw the blanket he had spread out when he had first got here, he shut off his flashlight and put it down on the ground. Without waiting, knowing what was expected of him, he began to undress. His shirt went first, neatly folded and placed on the blanket, next his shoes and joggers. That left him naked except for the stocking and garter, the same ones he wore in the clip he had sent to the man standing behind him.

When the light behind him finally shut off, Frost had assumed the position he had been told to. Standing tall, legs spread slightly more than shoulder width, hands clasped behind his back, head down. As he stood in the dark, Frost could hear every sound. The wind that rustled the leaves, his own heavy breathing, the electronic beep that he knew was coming, signaling that right now the stranger was using night vision to record him standing submissively, waiting to be examined and eventually to be tested.

Frost shivered in anticipation, he could feel goose bumps on his body as the stranger lightly touched his back, tracing fingertips down his spine. The stranger's hand lightly caressed the skin of his back, hyper-sensitive due to his near blindness and the incredible excitement that he was finally going to be taken.

The stranger's hand went lower, cupping Frost's asscheek, giving it a rough squeeze before going a little lower, down the outside of his leg and then back up again inside. Frost felt his hard cock twitch as the stranger's fingers lightly brushed the bottom of his shaved balls. He felt the fingers run over his asshole and continue up the crack of his ass and up his back again.

The hand gave a few deep massages on his shoulder then ran up the side of his neck and into his hair. Eyes closed, concentrating deeply on the feel of the stranger's hand on his skin, Frost let out a groan of disappointment as the hand left his body.

Frost could hear the man walking around in front of him and fought to keep his eyes closed against the temptation. It would have been a futile gesture anyway. It was close to the new moon, and the light cloud cover made the night nearly pitch black.

Down the hand went, over his slightly hairy chest, down his stomach and into his closely cropped pubes. Frost felt himself blush as the hand stopped for a moment in his pubic hair. He had been told to shave his crotch completely, the only one of the instructions he had been unwilling to carry out. Something like that was difficult to explain to his wife.

Frost heard the stranger make a noise that he knew to be a grunt of disappointment as the hand slid lower to his hard, throbbing cock. Nearly cumming from the light caress, Frost fought the urge. He wanted to do everything else just right, he didn't want any more mistakes.

The hand left him then and Frost sensed almost more than heard the deep voice softly say 'down'. Going to his knees, Frost could barely make out the dark form in front of him. Reaching up, he was eager to do what was coming, he was nearly drooling at what he was about to do. He had waited for so long, and now was his chance.

Pulling down the strangers pants, Frost wanted to reach up and grab hold of the thick member, instead he clasped his hands behind his back and took it into his mouth. Trying to picture the cock from what he felt with his lips was nearly impossible. It was thick, it was hot and it was pulsing and dripping in excitement.

The taste of the stranger's precum on his tongue made Frost groan and want more. Slowly working the thick flesh in and out of his mouth, he began to see how much he could take. Not able to see, not allowed to touch, Frost had no idea how much he took and how much was left. He wanted to take every inch deep into his throat, to satisfy the stranger, to please him as he knew that the stranger's pleasure would lead to his own.

Disappointed as he gagged when he went too deep, Frost vowed that one day he would take it all. He would please the stranger, make him willing to continue the games, and one day he would prove his worth and take every inch of the beautiful cock in his throat.

Unable to take it all, Frost instead began to work the flesh, wanting to get the first part of his test done to prove his worth where he knew he had no problem. In and out, using every trick he knew, Frost tried to make the stranger cum as quick as possible. In minutes he succeeded. Feeling the cock start to swell he doubled his efforts, sucking hard and fast. The first blast was a surprise in spite of his awareness, and he gulped it without a thought. On and on the stranger came in his mouth, each twitch another splash of cum, each quickly swallowed.

Soon the warm flesh was finished, and Frost was slightly disappointed to feel it being pulled from his mouth. He looked up and could see the vague outline of the stranger standing over top of him.

'Next' came the same deep whisper.

Knowing what was expected of him, Frost stood and waited as the stranger lay down on the blanket. Once he was in place, Frost careful placed a foot on either side of his waist and squatted down slowly, trying in the dark to find the slick cock he knew that would be pointing up towards his pre-lubed asshole. He knew that he wasn't allowed to touch the cock at all and smiled to himself as the tip rested against his asshole his first try.

Slowly as to become used to the size, Frost lowered himself down the flesh until he felt the coarse hair against his balls. With his hands on his knees for balance, he began to use his ass to massage the stranger's cock. Up until just the swollen head was still inside him, then down to the bottom again. He could feel his own cock, fully erect and probably dripping in excitement, bounce slightly up and down with his movements. The burn in his legs started quickly, first little more than the burn in his asshole, then quickly overcoming it.

Though he hadn't been told to, Frost was fucking himself this way for a reason. He wanted more than anything to please the stranger, and showing off like this was hopefully one way of earning favor. Soon though he was forced to put one hand behind himself on the ground, then the other. Focusing on the thickness that spread him, Frost worked the cock slowly in and out, trying to aim for the spot he knew was inside him. 

His goal wasn't to make the stranger cum again, he had been told that would come after. His goal now was his own pleasure. To take the next step, to go from stranger and pet to Sir and toy, required him to take his own pleasure solely from being used. He would not be touched, he would not be allowed to touch himself the entire training until he was fully a slave, and finally allowed to call the stranger Master.

Frost had spent the last two weeks without sex with his wife preparing for this. He had masturbated to just before the point of ejaculation each day, twice a day for the last week, to be ready. He had to cum just from the cock in his ass. That was his test tonight. Pass it, and things would progress to the next level, failure and everything he wanted would disappear.

Frost concentrated intensely. He could almost feel every bump, every vein, every stray hair that was anywhere near his asshole. He knew he would cum, he knew the burning and stretching would set him off, could hardly wait until he felt the warm splatter of his semen on his bare skin. He was sweating with the effort, his cock straining, every time he ground down he could feel it whipping around, grinding that special place with the cock deep inside his ass.

Then it started. The feeling he knew would come. The slow build up to such a powerful explosion. Frost started to fuck the cock faster, angling perfectly to take his own pleasure from the invader. Seconds that seemed to be minutes passed as he got closer and closer to that point. Finally he reached it and let out a gasp he quickly cut off.

It seemed like his cock had exploded. Cum flew up his chest and onto his face. Two weeks of build up showered him, drenching himself in his seed. He could feel his asshole clenching the stranger's cock, spasming around it as the orgasm rocked his body. On and on it went, for what seemed like hours but he knew to be seconds. Frost knew he was holding his breath as he came, but was unable to breathe, shocked by the sheer power of the orgasm. 

Finally coming down from his ecstacy, Frost sucked in a deep breath and waited, the stranger's cock still deep inside his body. His senses seemed almost preternaturally sharp and he easily caught the next command.

'Knees'

Pulling himself off the cock was tough, Frost wanted to leave it inside himself for the rest of his days, but he knew what was coming and did so quickly. On his hands and knees he felt the stranger kneel behind him. Without any mercy he felt the cock slide quickly up his ass and bottom out, forcing a gasp from Frost. The stranger's balls slapped against his own and Frost knew he was completely inside him.

A strong hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back slightly, the other hand of the stranger's grabbed a hold of his shoulder. Hard thrusts started then, the stranger working Frost's asshole for his own pleasure now. With his head pulled back, Frost had to arch his back, offering his asshole like a dog in heat. Over and over the stranger fucked himself into Frost hard, each time a slight gasp escaped from Frost's lips.

Then the stranger slowed his pace and pulled out. Frost was about to complain when he felt the length slam back inside roughly. The man let go of his hair and shoulder, and Frost leaned his head and chest on the ground with his arms stretched out in front of him. He grabbed the blanket and tried to time his backward thrusts to the stranger's hard forward ones.

Frost could feel his asshole gaping open with each withdrawal, staying wide the second or two it took before the stranger slammed back inside him. Frost was loving the feel of the abuse his asshole was getting, the feel of the strong hands on his asscheeks, the heavy balls slapping against his own. 

Amazingly, Frost found his arousal growing as the stranger fucked him. No longer pulling out and slamming him, the stranger was now just hard fucking him. The sound of their coupling was loud in the still night air. As Frost lay on the blanket, he could smell his cum strongly, which added to his experience.

A hard slap on his asscheek shocked Frost, as did the feel of his own newly hard cock slapping his body when he jumped slightly. The man was pumping him ferociously now, breathing hard as he attacked Frost's ass. Frost was climbing quickly to his orgasm again, and hoped that the stranger was as well. Just before he was going to burst in pleasure, the stranger growled and thrust deep, nearly picking Frost up off the ground.

Frost could feel the cock swell as time seemed to slow, could almost feel the cum as it traveled up the length of the cock deep inside him before bursting from the flesh to coat the inside of his tight asshole. Then time slammed back into focus and his own orgasm hit. He could feel his asshole tighten around the pounding cock as he came again, sucking and working the cock that continued to shoot deep inside him. 

When it finally ended, Frost wanted to collapse in a heap. He felt the stranger behind him, still deep inside his asshole run his hands over both of his asscheeks and up his back. The stranger pulled out and pushed back inside slowly, almost lovingly, enjoying the sensation of Frost's asshole around his member more than fulfilling a need. Frost still lay with his chest and face pressed into the blanket, enjoying the feel of the stranger inside him, feeling it in spite of the burn he felt in his ass, waiting for the final command to be given.




Pet



Finally, the stranger pulled out and stood behind Frost. Straining to hear the word that he knew would be spoken, Frost stayed as he was, asshole wide open, as the seconds turned to minutes. He felt his asshole close and could feel the semen begin to leak from his hole. Reaching back Frost wiped up what he could and stuck his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them. Then he heard it.

'Clean'

Frost was on his knees in front of the stranger as quickly as he could manage, taking the semi erect cock into his mouth gently, using his tongue to bathe it. He continued to gently use his mouth the softly bathe the shrinking member. He did the same for the heavy and warm balls, sucking each carefully into his mouth and sucking softly. Once he was done Frost sat back on his legs and waited.

As he was prepared for, the stranger pulled up his pants, picked up his things and left without a word. Frost was disappointed but knew that it all had happened exactly as he had been told, so wasn't worried. He knew he had done almost everything as asked, he had passed the test. He smelled like cum, his asshole burned and the stranger's taste was strong in his mouth, but he was confident that he had passed the test.

* **

The next few days were agony for Frost. Emotionally not physically. Sure, his asshole was a constant reminder that what had happened hadn't been a dream, but every time he checked, nothing had been sent to his email. His earlier confidence had begun to fade, to be replaced with doubt.

Had he not been good enough? Was his refusal to shave all his pubes the reason for his rejection? Did he not clean the stranger well enough once they had finished?

He tried over and over to convince himself that everything was fine, he had done what had been asked and done it exceptionally well. Though his empty email box seemed to deny all his arguments. He hadn't done something right, after all.

Checking his email for the tenth time, Frost felt the butterflies in his stomach tighten as he saw that he finally had something waiting for him. It had taken five days, but something was finally waiting for him.

Opening it immediately, he saw it contained numerous pictures. Pictures of what they had done that night. Taken with night vision, the quality wasn't the best, but several were amazingly clear. The cum dripping from his asshole, the swollen cock in his mouth, Frost riding the cock and cum spewing from his own hard member, the pictures painted a vivid picture of what they had done.

At the bottom, under the pictures that Frost scrolled through slowly, reliving each moment with a small smile of contentment, was a short paragraph that he could hardly believe.

'Pet,

You did very well. Not quite perfect, but you are trainable. If you wish to continue with things, you may consider yourself my toy now, and may address me as Sir. You are to be for my enjoyment only, I will use you as I see fit, until you are properly trained. You may only take pleasure from what I do to you, if you can't, you won't get any. Serve me well, and perhaps one day I'll let you be my slave, with all the benefits and occasional rewards.

Sir'

Frost was instantly hard as he read the words. A wide smile crossed his face as he closed the computer down and walked quickly into the bathroom to relieve himself. As he had done since the night with the stranger, he no longer touched his cock. Using the dildo given to him, Frost worked his asshole until he came over his stomach. No longer would he use his cock for pleasure. Sure he would do his husbandly duties. He would couple with his wife. For her enjoyment. From this point forward he would get his only from his ass.



PET



The living merchandise called a sex slave, or PET, sits on his knees in front of his nude Master. He has been purchased for a night to test his abilities, and he works to fulfill his Master's expectations with all of the breeding and training that has been engrained into his genetically bred body. His mind is as focused and dedicated as deeply as his body is to the genitals presented to him to favor. He's gentle as he licks the length, moving carefully to ensure that he gives Master pleasure. His tongue flicks forward to caresses the soft hot flesh. It has only taken a few of these carefully placed touches to bring this Master into His full heat, and it pleased the PET tremendously that he himself could perform so well. Each slow and gentle caress of the tongue is repeated: a flick of pink, a long, gentle wet touch on heated flesh, then back into the moist mouth all done in a few spare seconds, making for quick strokes that while gentle still allowed for Master's stimulation to accumulate to a painful degree. 

At one point as he licks his eyes flick to the face connected to the object he tastes, curious as to the expression on his Master's face, but he does not get to study it long before he is reprimanded. "Don't look at me," the Master orders him. "When I give you a task, don't look up from it until you're finished or I command you to. I know this is your first time. I paid for such, but I'll punish you if it happens again." 

Understanding his position clearly with no regret whatsoever for the correction, the PET looks away from the light brown eyes that are watching him from above and back to the swollen organ owned by those eyes. His tongue resumes touching each inch in gentle strokes all over once again. Only when he is certain that he has licked every bit of the warm skin does he kiss it, letting his lips feel how hot the flesh really is. Laying another kiss on another expanse of the now reddening flesh, his lips part slightly and his wet warm tongue flicks out between them, hidden, sealed, and lavishes itself upon the surface before retreating, drawing back as the lips close in the soft smack of completion. When his lips touch another place he feels a vein pulsating. Curious, he kisses longer with a wider mouth than he has with the other kisses, savoring the too fast pulse throbbing against his sensitive mouth. New yet experienced, he explores the length with this manner, making it moist with his saliva as he lays one wide kiss after another with soft lips and wet delicate tongue.

He realizes that there's moisture running down the underside that he has not put there. He looks at it, eyes curious with an almost child-like light as he rises slightly higher on his knees to see where it comes from. There's a unique smell to it that he has only glimpsed when in the midst of his treatments or by watching such sessions to further his education. Inquisitive, he licks its flavor into his mouth and onto his tongue: faintly musky, salty, ever so slightly acidic, but not unpleasant. His eyes close as he runs his tongue along the jumping large vein on the underside in a long sweep all the way up to the swollen tip of the organ he has been pleasuring. Brilliant golden eyes open just enough so he can see where to push his tongue into the hole at its soft center, the source of this liquid. The substance is very hot here, warm, muskier, less acidic, still salty. He kisses the small opening, flicking his tongue inside the dip held in the closure of his lips and pulling it deep into his mouth as it seeps forth. He wants more. It's addictive for him, and awakens a part of his breeding that demands he drink it from his Master.

So he forms a tight seal with his lips over the soft smooth head as the tongue within licks up the fluid with swirling flourishes. The head presses more firmly to his lips, eager and wanting under the will of the Master. So the PET opens his mouth wide, careful and gentle, and attempts to take it in. He suckles wetly and loudly, eager for more of his new drug. Moving down over the head, he keeps going so very slowly down until his lips touch an inch of the saliva moistened length before he comes all the way back up to make a tiny seal on the very tip of the organ, his tongue twirling within the binding of his puckered lips. The second time he goes further taking more into his mouth before pulling back, again playing with the hole that bleeds the clear drug that excites every cell in his whore-bred body. Bringing his mouth down again slowly, sucking loudly and harshly until his whole mouth is filled. Only after a short time like this, remembering that he must please his would-be Master and not just himself, does he come back up it, keeping his lips wondrously tight, drawing away with the soft smack, a sticky string of fluid connecting his lips to the penis's tip.

That small pink tongue licks his mouth, breaking the chain of fluid. He feels much bolder than before. Not so timid of the strange yet known thing before him anymore he goes down open-mouthed onto the length, taking it in until it touches his throat. Wincing, he draws back, slathering his tongue thoughtfully on the swollen head resting between his moist lips. He tries going down again, getting a bit further but must back off, his throat virgin to invasion and rejecting his breeding's commands. With the third try and the large end softly bumps the back of his throat twice before he has to stop, drawing back with a light intake of breath. Multiple strings of the pre-cum and saliva connect his mouth to the organ and waver upon his gasp. 

Relaxing his throat as much as he can the companion being brings his mouth once more upon the swollen flesh of his Master. Further... further... further...! Finally it's all down and pulsing within the depths of his throat, his lips brushing the base, his nose tickled by pubic hair. Swallowing harshly, he moves his lips and tongue and is excited to hear a gasping moan. Encouraged, he moves back slightly, then back down, feeling the length move in the tight passage it rests in.

"Damn... you're breeder was right about your programming...!" the Master praises, His body trembling with the delight of the attention. "It's like you're a natural."

The PET starts moving now. Up and down with increasing depth until he is fully swallowing the cock in steady bobbing nods. The pace is even and controlled. Even though this is his first time performing the act, he knows exactly what he is supposed to do. Because of his genetic breeding as a PET, oral sex feels wonderfully good to him. For him it's even better than to one who simply enjoys oral. He savors the strain on his throat and lungs and the feeling of the throbbing flesh moving in and out of his tight throat. He hardens and moans with his own pleasure and the sound is echoed by the Master as the vibrations tease him and taunt him. 

It feels like it should have been longer before his Master took over, but he doesn't mind. The Master is now the one moving eagerly in and out of his mouth in deep thrusts and he allows it, only keeping his mouth open and tongue working between each motion and each tiny gasp of breath. The PET can feel his own arousal, firm and hot in response to all of this but he doesn't touch himself. He is meant to please, not be pleased, unless it is what the Master wants of him. Rough hands come and hold his head as his Master begins to fuck his mouth faster with more desperation, no longer relying only on his muscular hips. Still the PET moans and gasps, wanting more of the rough treatment that excites him, his own length starting to leak with its own anticipation from the actions.

The PET has to fist his hands at his side to keep from grabbing the Master or his self. The struggle to obey his training and reflexes while fighting against his newly awakened primal urges makes him harder and want all the more to touch and be touched. He whimpers from the mental strain in the battle of mind against body, eager to cum but more eager to obey, and further aroused by the conflict of both.

The entire cock that has bruised and abused his mouth and lips suddenly swells filling his mouth and throat even more than ever before. The would-be Master's hands pull him down all the way when this happens, pressing the PET's face hard against the his pelvis. The slave tenses as his lungs scream for air, his pleasurably tight and convulsing throat being the final thing to top the scale of ecstasy for the Master. He can feel the load as it travels up the shaft, past his lips, and further until it exploded out of the cock to dive down his unresisting throat, the gag reflex already passed. 

Several seconds pass, the PET feeling light headed from lack of air when the softening organ is finally pulled free of his lips. He gasps loudly for the precious air that has been denied him with strings of sticky white fluid dangling off of his chin from the overflow. Weakened and dizzy from his first act, he sinks onto his folded legs, panting, fighting the urge to relieve his own still burning erection that stands ever firm, it and his balls slick with the same pre-fluids he has only moments ago tasted upon his Master.

The Master looks down at him with thoughtful eyes, contemplating what he has felt and the after appearance of his toy. Still not saying anything at all, He kneels before the artificially created male, reaching forward and touching the PET's moist length. The PET shuddered wildly at the simple and brief contact, his cock actually twitching slightly as his muscles tensed from the action. Liking the reaction, the Master gives the hot length a couple pumps of His hand, easily coating all of it in the other's pre-cum. Letting go once His hand is thoroughly wetted by the moisture secreted by the other, He holds the hand He used before the PET's face.

"Lick," he commands. "Clean it for me."

The PET leans forward, his eyes momentarily flicking from the wet fingers to the face past them before his tongue darts forward, touching his own juices. Submissive and obedient like the best PET one could buy, he does as instructed and licks deeply at the fingers presented to him. He is slow at first, nervous at the first flavors of his own substance, but it is not long until his tongue becomes bolder and cleans each digit with firm strokes. He lets the lids of his eyes fall with a heavy and glazed look to their golden depths. He knows that he is being carefully watched, and likes being so carefully watched as he completes the task presented to him with dedication and longing. 

When the hand tastes clean he still runs his tongue along each curve and bend. He takes each finger into his mouth, going up and down on them a couple times before the next, purposely imitating the motion he has just done to please his Master's cock. He then takes the first two deep into his throat, up to their knuckles, and holds them there as his tongue reaches out from his lower lip and caresses the sensitive palm beyond them with a skill he had only been able to show for a short time to his Master.

"Enough," the Master orders, His voice hot with new need that the PET is pleased to hear.

He obediently stops the moment the words are uttered, opening yellow eyes full of heat and lust and awaiting further instruction from his dominant. The hand he has thoroughly wet from his attentions caresses his cheek, leaving a cooling moist trail on his hot face, traveling down his neck, then across his collar bone before falling away.

The Master contemplates him a moment more before his eyes show he has come to a decision. "Get on your hands and knees. Present your rear." The words are full of an all too longed for promise and the PET complies with new eagerness. He turns, doing as told, and lifts his rear with an arch of his back while crouching on hands and knees.

Warm, large hands part his cheeks, exposing him. He feels the air for a moment brush upon the flesh that has been exposed before the new and strange sensation of a tongue licking his small opening makes him gasp. It wets his anus, passing from it down to the small sensitive bit of flesh between it and his balls before going back up again. 

He shudders as a finger enters, the tongue still slurping at the small place just below, just a tiny bit away from his sack, as the digit moves. It burns, but that's expected. He knows that much. Then the finger starts caressing the place in him, that makes him grow even more firm and he can feel the pulsation of his shaft as more fluid seeps from it as at the same time its color deepens. The sticky substance dribbles from the opening of his cock and as more strokes are made and another finger added it begins collecting in a puddle on the stone floor.

"Don't move yet," the Master growls against his sensitive flesh, adding a third finger. "Let me be the only one moving."

He whimpers, trembling with the effort not to move, but knows that his very existence is meant to obey and to please. The fingers touch him, stretching and teasing him with twists and pumps that hurt between each caress within but steadily grow more pleasing as his opening there begins to accept the invasion. 

Soon he can feel it coming, feel it trying to flow up out of him, and he can't fight it as he feels his body start to shake as he tries desperately to hold back the climax that suddenly tries to spill out of him.

"No, don't cum yet, slut!" The fingers pull away and the same hand hits the cheek of his rear hard enough to make him yelp. The other hand grabs his length and squeezes, cutting any flow that may have come out, only a small dribble escaping. "I didn't say you could cum yet." He gives the PET five more painful cry inducing blows to his rear. The pain is intoxicating and makes him want to cum harder than before even though the agony makes him realize he is being punished.

"I... can't stop," the PET whimpers, feeling his balls pulsing with the urge to release but being unable to because of the painful grip of the large hand on him.

Another smack is laid on his rear and the PET cries out, feeling tears threaten even as he feels more pleasure.

"I will keep hitting you until you can stop, PET," the Master says. "Count and ask for another if you still think you'll cum."

"Yes, Master," the PET whimpers.

The hand lands much harder than before and this time the PET can only derive pain from it. However he still feels the pressure in his cock and is full of regret that he must report it as instructed.

"One. Please, Master, punish me again."

Another hit, this one on the other cheek lands hard enough to rock the PET, making his would-be Master pull on his shaft painfully, but the sensation of need is still there.

"Two. Please... Master, I must be punished again."

The next hit lands on his leg, a place that hadn't been touched and the male PET yelps, some of his aroused need abating but not all.

"Three!" he gasped through tears that blurred his vision. "More, please, Master. Punish me again."

Instead of the other leg like he expected his side was smacked hard right against his ribs, making him shout out loudly and knowing he would bruise for a time until his body accelerated his healing rate in response to it.

"Four. Please punish me again, Master...!"

It took another fifteen such varied strikes before the PET was sure he wouldn't cum anymore, his mind too filled with the pain the human male had given him.

"Ninteen... I... I am... done, Master," he manages to paint out.

Almost reluctantly the Master lets go of the shaft he has held until this moment. A small dribble of opaque essence flows out, but it isn't a climatic one, merely being left over of what his body had tried to do a few minutes ago.

"You take punishment well," he comments with praise, caressing the sore cheeks that have been turned a deep red from the abuse the PET endured. "Does it please you?"

"...Some, Master," he replies slowly, the thought of what had happened restoring the former hardness of his organ.

"Look at the floor between your legs."

He does so, leaning his head down between his arms to look at his bobbing length and the sticky pool his need has made him create. A thick string that bulged at times with another globule of moisture connected his opening to the puddle he had made on the floor. 

"Lap that off the floor."

A little disappointed that he is not going to be pleasured again, the PET scoots back stiffly and bends his head down, leaning on his elbows, and starts licking up and swallowing the cold pre-cum. The position places his rear high in the air and parts the cheeks of it without any effort. He can feel the Master studying that area of his body as he continues to drink the mess on the stones.

"You are an incredibly good slut," the Master says more to Himself than to the PET in a thick voice. "I can't see why you haven't had a permanent sell yet."

The PET says nothing, knowing that if his Master wants him to talk, to stop his task, that He will say so or signal such.

He does not, but instead gives a quick warning before he takes his next action. "Stop. I don't want you biting your tongue," he says airily as the youth feels the hot tip of something moist and firm pressing against his saliva slicked opening. 

The PET only has a moment to fulfill the command before the man shoves into the body beneath him. The PET cries out from the pain and the excitement, his muscles contracting tightly and burning from the first intimate contact with something so huge and alive. His body was still prepared, but the muscles had been given enough time to readjust their firmness and this brought a great burning agony more to the PET's virgin opening. Once again he cries out as his Master gives a small flex of His hips, testing that tightness He has discovered.

"Oh fuck!" He swore, trembling with the wondrous feel of the hot body that so far could only accept an inch of His shaft and the fullness of his swollen cock head. "You're a tight little whore." He flexes again, this time a little stronger and another extra inch of shaft sinks into the ass accompanied by the PET's pained whimpers and shivering frame. 

"Stay relaxed, you tight little fuck," He demands of His submissive. "I can't get in if you don't." He gives another thrust and another bit of His thick flesh makes it inside accompanied by more pained gasps and trembling.

Closing his eyes the PET concentrates on remaining slack, his need to obey overriding his fear that his body is going to break from the human's rough treatment. Now each thrust is able to sink a little deeper, and in doing so fills him a little more with each one but the pain remains. 

"That's it," the Master encourages, feeling the resistance beneath Him lessen. "I promise it will feel good for you, too, soon."

It burns. It hurts. His body shakes from the shock of such an unusual form of pain so very different from the beating he has endured. He wants to refuse, but knows he never can. It is against the fibers of make him what he is, and even as he does not want it his body says otherwise. He is throbbing with desire because of that pain, the feeling of stretching, the promise that there will be more pleasure once the pain is gone. He moans with both carnal hunger and raw pain as a final thrust seats his Master fully into his body. 

He can feel the length, throbbing gently within him now, the burning calming so that he has more sense of the object that caused such a sensation. Each time his Master moves now he feels the pull get less and the length slide with increasing ease against the walls of his passage. 

Then the angle hits just right, caressing that special spot of flesh much deeply than the fingers from before could ever have hoped to be able. The PET groans loudly upon such a deep touch, savoring the feeling as at last the pleasure begins to overpower the pain of his virginity getting taken. 




PET



He still can't stop his body from shaking, but now something in him has woken up and taken the pain away and done something more for him in return. He was made for this, after all, and pain would make it hard for him to fulfill his purpose to a Master, be it for a nights rental or for a permanent purchase, so his body denies its existence. All that's left now is the longing for that long hardened flesh binding him to the male over him to move, but ever present is the knowledge that he must obey His commands. 

Soon the two are rocking together in deep steady motions punctuated with the steady sounds of wet flesh slipping against each other, gasping breath tied in time, and the gentle smack of flesh against flesh. The Master shifts His hips, grinding against new places in the PET and keeping the stimulation fresh for the both of them, making them each moan with their pleasure found only through the body of the other. It is especially sweet for the PET when his Master buries deep into him and then rocks only his pelvis, moving it up and down against the opening his length is sheathed in. Feeling the pressure of the shifting rod within almost made the PET cum, but before he can the thrusts resume and the need to climax relaxes and is relived from him. 

Soon, as with their first interlude, the Master's thrusts quicken, and in answer the PET can feel his muscles tremble around the quickly plunging dick that has given him such ecstasy. In and out, back and forth, sometimes a new angle, sometimes a quick grind tight against him, the sex feels beyond words and description in the PET's limited vocabulary. Soon he is crying out passionately with each thrust, each grunt, each gasp.

The Master continues to fuck him as he releases his first climax powerfully with a wet slapping sound upon the floor. His cock twitches, almost bobbing as more and more comes trembling forth, unable to be contained any longer by his willpower now that it has finally escaped. As a third flow shoots out he wonders just how much he has inside of him, but can't contain himself as he sobs with relief at finally losing the pain he hadn't realized the deep arousal to his loins has given him

A final thrust and another spurt and the length within him swells once more, this time not sheathed in a throat but in tight hot confining flesh. Heat floods into him, pumping with the motion of the cock of his Master.

If not for the arms holding his hips the PET is certain that he would have fallen over when they both finally finish. The Master is gentle as He lays his PET on his side, away from the mess on the floor, drawing out of him with a soft wet plop of sound. He presses His hand into the collected climax that the PET has left on the floor, raising it to the sex slave's face. 

"Clean it again," He commands.

Without hesitation, despite his exhaustion, the PET leans forward, his tongue caressing the man's palm without a flicker to the face. He only seeks to obey, and had they both not been exhausted each knows that the actions of the PET would have set them both hot and hard again. The tip of his tongue rides up each finger tip, and he moves to suck on each of them and repeat the process that was done only a few moments ago.

The hand runs itself through his hair and it takes the PET a moment to realize that his Master is caressing him. "What a good little slut you are," He says fondly. "You are too good for just a single night."

The PET stops his actions, looking up at his Master for the night and almost eager to crush the hope that threatened to grow in his chest least the next words be not what he wanted. "What do you mean, Master, if I may ask, Sir?" he questions cautiously.

"I mean that I will have to buy you. I want you to be mine because not even my two female PETs have given me the kind of pleasure you just have," He said still wearing His smile. "I want you to be all mine, is that understood?"

The PET smiles, content and finally feeling his first happiness at being given the purpose he had been born for. "Yes, Sir."

"Good."



Pet



The full moon was high in the crisp September night when I decided to go for a walk. I don't usually walk at night, but it was such a beautiful night I thought I would throw caution to the wind and go for it. Am I glad I did.

When I left the house, I decided that my t-shirt, jeans and sneakers would be enough. I didn't think it would get chilly in the short time that I planned on being out. Just a brisk walk. Good exercise and a way to look at the world through different eyes, so to speak.

I decided to go down the path that ran alongside the woods behind my house. Walking quickly, yet trying to take my time so I didn't miss anything, I walked around the house and through the field to the woods. When I got to the path, I decided to slow things down a little. Taking my time, I started down the path. The first thing that happened was that I heard what I thought were wings. I stopped and searched the sky. Nothing. So, I took a few more steps and heard the noise again. This time when I stopped, I looked toward the trees where I thought the noise was coming from. Then I saw it. Up in the branches of a tall oak tree, a horned owl with his catch. We sat there staring at each other for a few moments before the owl talked to me. "Who, who." 

"My name is Lisa," I said with a chuckle. I just shook my head and turned to continue down the path. 

"Well, Lisa. It's nice to meet you. My name is Troy."

I let out a little squeal and must've jumped a mile high. And then, although I think I nearly fainted, I gathered my composure quickly. 

"Well, Troy. Do you make it a habit of sneaking up on unsuspecting women?"

"Only when they are on a nature walk in the middle of the night all by themselves." he replied with just an undertone of sarcasm in his voice.

I arched an eyebrow and said, "Oh really? And how do you know I was on a nature walk and what makes you think I am by myself? Maybe someone is with me just down the trail."

It was his turn to arch an eyebrow at me. "I know better because I have been watching you since you left your house."

"Ahhhhh. Now I get it. A stalker."

"Not really. You see, I live just through the woods and was walking myself when I came through the woods here on this side and saw you leave your house. I saw you were alone and thought I would follow you to keep you safe," he said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"The woods aren't dangerous around here. I mean, Mr. Owl there wouldn't have lit on that branch if there were danger around here. I mean, he IS the danger."

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong my pet," he said as he stepped closer. He came close enough that he could lean and whisper in my ear. "There are eyes everywhere, mon cherie."

Troy backed away just enough so that he could see the look of surprise on my face. "Your eyes? Or do you have spies in the woods?"

"Just my eyes."

My breathing and my pulse quickened at his closeness. I noticed his eyes roam to my heaving bosom and felt myself flush.

"I am a big girl and can take care of myself. Besides, I am still on my side of the woods and this is my path."

"And this," he said as he reached out to touch me, "Is my path." as his hand trailed from my lips, down my neck, between my breasts, down my stomach and stopped at the bottom of the zipper on my jeans.

I couldn't believe the audacity. But I couldn't move from his touch either. It was like I was frozen in place just so he could touch me. "I don't believe I belong to you," I said breathlessly.

"Not yet, my pet, but you will." And with that, he cupped my cheek in his hand and pulled me to him. His hand slid to the back of my head and he wrapped his fingers in my hair and gave a gentle tug until our lips met.

Such heat. Such passion. His tongue slid inside my mouth right away, his lips bruising mine with the deepening of the kiss. He was holding nothing back as he reached with his other hand to start kneading my breast and squeezing my nipple. I let out a little "oh" into his mouth. He took that as a good thing and yanked my body so that it was snug against his. I could feel how hard he was growing and that sent my head reeling. The kiss, the touching, the hard line of his body was almost too much. I thought I might pass out but Troy held me firm.

Finally, he broke the kiss leaving both of us breathless. There was lust in his eyes as he looked at me. "Do you still believe there is no danger in the night, my pet?" he asked me with the passion making his voice even deeper than it was.

"I told you, I am not your pet and no. I am not scared of you."

"Perhaps you should be my pet. I intend to have my way with you here and now," he said as he backed me against a tree.

"You think you're man enough to take me?" I said challenging him.

"You're about to find out," he said as he ripped my t-shirt off me.

Heaven help me. This man was going to make me submit to sex with him. Forcefully. And so help me, I liked it. After he ripped my shirt off me, he tore off my bra and suddenly my nipple was in his teeth. He bit and sucked at my nipple and all I could do was grasp the tree to make sure I didn't fall down. Then he did the same to the other nipple and I wrapped my fingers in his hair making him bite me harder. I moaned out my pleasure. This must have drove him crazy because the next thing I knew, my jeans were gone and he was kneeling on the ground before me. He took of my shoes and finished taking off my jeans. Then he ripped my panties from my hips.

Then troy spread my legs apart and began kissing his way up my thighs making sure he bit me too. Then he spread my nether lips apart and went at my clit feverishly. I thought I was going to orgasm after the first bite. "How could this man know what turns me on?" Biting and sucking and licking and kissing my clit. Then he started lapping up the pussy juices that started flowing.

"Ahhhhhhhhh my pet. You taste so good," he said as he dove in with his tongue again while starting to violate me with his fingers. First one, then two. Sliding them in and out with the rhythm of his sucking.

I screamed out, "Ohmygosh! Troy, I'm gonna cum!" And he increased his rhythm until he knew I could take it no more and the orgasm I had was outta this world! I shook violently with my orgasm and then went week in the knees. 

Troy lowered me down until I rested on my torn clothing. Then he yanked off his own clothes and lay them down with mine. But before he could lay me back on them, I grabbed him by the balls just hard enough to make him stop in his tracks.

"Turn about's fair play." I said as I looked him in the eyes and then stuck his hard cock in my mouth. I shoved him all the way and swallowed around the head and it was his turn to moan.

Then I leaned back and licked his balls and drew each in turn in my mouth to suck them. "Oh yeah, my pet, suck those balls."

Then I licked back up his cock to the mushroomed head and licked away the pre-cum with the tip of my tongue. Again, I shoved him in my mouth and down my throat as far as I could. I used my hand and my mouth to suck him fast and hard. He began to move his hips to my rhythm so he could face fuck me. Before he had a chance to cum though, he pulled out of my mouth. 

Troy then grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees and turned me around so that I was on all fours so he could fuck me from behind. He rubbed his huge, hard cock against my ass and I was afraid he was going to fuck my ass, but then he slid the head up and down my wet pussy and then he drove his cock into my dripping pussy. 

"Play with your clit, my pet," he said as he leaned over my back to bite me in the neck.

"Oh yeah baby. Bite me. Bite me harder with every thrust!" He thrust into me faster and harder, but I wanted him to bite me harder. "Bite me harder".

He sank his teeth into my flesh as he pounded me with that wonderful cock. "Ohhhhhhh" was all I could say.

Troy continued pounding me from behind and after biting me hard and sucking on my neck, he straightened up. Then he began smacking my ass. Harder and harder with every thrust. Then he threw me for a loop when reached his hand down and got his thumb wet with my juices and the next time he rammed me, he shoved his thumb inside my asshole. I shivered. I rubbed my clit faster. He grabbed my hair so I couldn't drop my head. I shivered again. 

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum. Trrrrrrrroooooooooooyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!"

He kept pounding me faster and harder and then he joined me. He spilled his hot seed inside my pussy. He drove deep inside me and yelled his release as well. It came out like a tiger growl. "RRRRRRRaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhh!"

And then we both collapsed forward onto our pile of clothing. We didn't have the strength to move other than to wrap around each other. As we lay there recovering from our vigorous sexual workout trying to catch our breath, Mr. Owl let out a couple of hoots. This reminded me where we were.

"Wow. The world just fell away."

"Yes it did. Do you want it to come back?" he chuckled

"Not yet." I said exhausted.

"What do you think now, my pet?"

"I think that you were amazing and that I would like to be your pet as long as you pet me like that!"

Troy laughed and said, "Maybe next time, we could take the petting a little slower. But I wanted you and had to have you. I couldn't let you get away from me."

"I guess I'm glad that I went for my walk, or at least, started to," I said teasingly. Troy laughed.



Pet Annie Ch. 01



Annie was a sex slave. She knew nothing else. Her master kept her tied up in a dark bedroom. Her wrists and ankles were bound with soft scarves. He always made sure to clean her and feed her. She was his thing, his favorite toy. She was not the kind of slave that ever needed punishment. She was never disobedient, and why would she be if she had never known anything before her Master. She was a real life blow up doll, a pet if you will. But even pets have freedom of some kind. Not Annie. Her only living purpose was to come and be filled with cum. These two things happened everyday.

"Hello Annie," Master said.

"Hello Master."

"Do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes."

Everyday he would enter the room at noon. Her alarm would go off at eleven thirty so that she would have time to wake up. She always woke up wet. Because she knew nothing but the master's face, body and cock that was all she dreamed about. 

She imagined him in ecstasy, filling her, enjoying her, kissing her, consuming her, coming on her, in her, over and over again, even after she was too exhausted to continue, or to raw to take it.

"Annie, I'm going to fuck your ass."

"Yes, master."

When he wanted anal sex he would untie her and have her kneel at his feet. 

"Now Annie, I want you to suck my cock and get it very wet. She began by licking his balls working her way up the shaft. Once the Master's cock was sufficiently lubricated she would deep throat the entire thing, his head pressing against the back of her throat and she would let him face fuck her until she drooled all over the carpet. 

"Enough. Get back on the bed, face down."

Annie always did what she was told. She rested her stomach on the gold sheets and pushed her ass in the air. He re-tied her bonds a little too tight. She said nothing, only squirmed. 

He got on top and spread her ass cheeks. He licked her little asshole, spit in it, tongue fucked her tight ass. Her pussy was dripping and he took some of the juice and rubbed it on her little opening. He inserted one finger, she moaned. Two fingers, shy let out a cry, she was allowed to cry. Three fingers she screamed, she was allowed to scream. When he felt like she was ready he held his dick against her asshole.

"I'm going to fuck your little ass now."

"Yes, Master." She was allowed to say yes Master.

He thrust into her. He wasn't rough; he never wanted to hurt her. His head went in first and that seemed to be the hardest part for her. Once he got passed it, his shaft slid easily up into her. Her gray eyes were closed. She was just a hole to be fucked, and she could feel him everywhere. The cock rubbed against her walls through to her G-spot and she could feel the orgasm in her throat, in her belly, in her toes. She screamed out loud without shame or care that anyone would hear. Master ignored the orgasm and kept fucking. She was being stretched and pounded now. He got rough, only because he couldn't help himself. He pumped fast, sitting up, making her hips rise so that he could watch his cock go in and out. Now he slowed down. He didn't want to fill her just yet. He kissed her neck as he went in, and bit her ear as he pulled out. She could feel another orgasm rising inside. She wanted him to go faster, and he read her mind. She exploded onto his cock, and he ran his fingers down her back feeling the silky beads of sweat forming as her cum leaked from her pussy . 

He was ready to come but didn't. He pulled out. He held his cock hard in his hand.

"Annie, I'm not going to fill you ass just yet. I'm going to spank you for a while. Because I love you Annie and you have to know a little pain to know pleasure."

"Yes Master." She loved being spanked. She loved crying for him, being hurt by him. They never fought, she was never bad, and he was never cruel. The spankings were as intimate as the sex. He never used anything but his hand. He hit her ass hard over and over again. He alternated cheeks, and speed, and sometimes hit right in the middle. She could feel her ass burning and the tears were hot on her face. This spanking lasted twenty minutes. Her ass cheeks were raw and her tears were uncontrollable. The burning seemed worse when Annie's master stopped. She sobbed into the pillow and he brushed her long hair from her face and kissed the back of her neck. 

"You are so beautiful when you cry. You know how it pleases me to see your perfect ass bounce under my palm, and watch your body writhe. My sweet pet, do you want to be fucked?"

"Yes master," her tears subsided.

"Because you've been such a good girl today I'll let you choose which hole I fuck later tonight after work. Your ass, your mouth, or your pussy?"

"My pussy, master, thank you."

"I need to leave for the day now Annie but I will be back to fuck you tonight."

He untied her bonds and turned her over on her back. Her raw skin pressed against the sheets and he kissed her hard, burying his tongue deep down her throat. She reached up and touched his face. 

"I love you pet. Be good." He left for work satisfied and smelling like slut pussy.



Pet Ch. 01



I am addicted to the erotic elegance of his pain, specifically when he offers it to me so willingly. If someone had told me a few years ago that I'd draw such immense pleasure from inflicting pain onto another, I'd have questioned their sanity. I'm the same person who feels a little remorseful after swatting a fly with a rolled-up newspaper; yet I have no qualms whatsoever about tormenting my Pet's body with my hands, teeth, fingernails or any implement I can get a hold of. It never ceases to amaze me the way my cunt drips uncontrollably to bear witness to the way he will suffer for me. 

His sighs of agony are so completely bewitching and persistently compel me to want to push Pet harder, farther, more fiercely. The sight of him displaying his beautiful flesh before me, both of us knowing full well I will do with it whatever it is I wish is practically an aphrodisiac. Oh, how my head spins with the possibilities of such an exquisite offering! 

The first time I realized this desire happened almost unexpectedly; I recall it with such clarity. Pet was naked, on his knees, his cunt plugged, and in a rather suggestible state of mind as often is the case when his whore hole is filled. On this particular night, we used one of the smaller plugs in my Pet's sexy ass—just enough to take the edge off of his longing, while fueling his need to be used by me even more. It's such a seductive dance, tapping slowly and delicately into Pet's desires but holding him just in front of that line he so aches to trip over. Sitting on the floor mere inches in front of him, I looked closely into his eyes, gauging his readiness to surrender further. Pet returned my gaze, gently rocking back and forth, attempting to get the maximum sensation from the toy lodged into his cunt. This caused a smile to play across my lips as even in this tiny moment of silence, I was most aware of the growing need in me to use and hurt the one who was wordlessly begging me to own his flesh. 

"Look at what a slut you are," I teased my Pet for squirming around, almost fruitlessly, over that small butt plug. 

"I am your slut," came his breathless reply. 

"I know you're my ass slut. But there are so many, many other ways I need to whorify you, Pet," my hand skimmed over his bare thigh. 

"I want you to whorify me; I'm begging you to do it. Please make me a better slut for you," Pet pleaded.

Ahh, there is nearly nothing that drives the fundamental core of my energy like the delicious way my Pet begs me to, well, to do anything to him. There is nothing desperate or shameful about begging, not with Pet, as far as I'm concerned. Rather, it is more of a signal, a way Pet communicates that he is approaching that most malleable line. And I thrive on being the one to nudge him right over that line.

"You are such a beautiful slut," I whispered, my pulse was quickening as I thought about the way I wanted to mold my Pet's beauty even more to my liking tonight. My hand reached behind me and felt underneath the chair I was leaning up against. I scooped up the tool I had been saving to work Pet's body with for this occasion. Pet's eyes were fixed on my cupped palm. 

"What do you have there?" he asked his curiosity so delicious.

"Close your eyes, baby," I instructed. 

Pet did as he was told, and I leaned forward, my free hand roaming over his smooth chest. I loved appreciating Pet's body, his skin, in this pristine state just before I torment it. Next, I moved my head down so my mouth was at his left nipple. I could hear his breathing become shallower as I started sucking and biting on his flesh. First the left, than the right nipple...I wanted them nice and erect. 

"God..." Pet moaned as my tongue played over his skin. Then a gasp escaped from his amazing lips as I deliberately let the cold, hard chain in my other hand dangle over his throbbing cock. 

"Ohhh, well, what do I have here?" I feigned surprise, rubbing the chain up and down his shaft. 

"Mmmmm, are those the nipple clamps, baby?" my Pet asked, eyes still shut, and a sexy little grin on his face

"My, you're an inquisitive one, aren't you?" my fingers pinching his already hard nipples. 

"In fact, I think you talk too much," I stated matter-of-factly. "Stick out your tongue."

"Oh god, Ava," Pet knew what was coming next.

"Shhhh, sweet, chatty pet, "I coaxed, pressing the chain of the clamps against his cheek. 

The anticipation was palpable. Pet looked slightly nervous, but his excitement was obvious, just the same. As was mine; my panties feeling damper by the moment. I slid my index finger into my panties, relishing the wetness that was seeping from me. 

"Now, stick our your tongue for me, please," I instructed my Pet once again.

Pet obeyed, his tongue poking from his mouth. 

"Farther," I ordered. 

Pet stuck his tongue out as far as he was able. I rubbed my newly coated index finger over his upper lip. 

Pet groaned at his plight. 

"You want to lick that, don't you?" I whispered into his ear, opening one of the nipple clamps in my hand. 

He nodded and made a sound like, "Uh huh". 

"Oh, well, that's too bad...no licking for you, just yet, sexy bitch", and with that, the clover clamp was fastened onto my Pet's glorious tongue. 

He cried out and that made my clit quiver. God, what was it about hurting his man that made me so hot?

I told him to open his eyes and as he did, he was treated to the sight of me leaning back, with my legs spread over his. My eyes burned right into his, as my right hand lazily was rubbing over the front of my panties. 

"Do you see what you do to me? Do you know how hot and sticky my cunt gets when you let me hurt you?" I asked him, delighting that he could only mumble unintelligibly as that clap bit into his soft tongue. 

"You said you want to be a better slut for me. Well, right now I want you to be my pain slut, baby. I want to get off on hurting your flesh...and make you take more pain for me so that I get wetter and wetter," I moved my panties aside so he could tell exactly how oozy I was already. 

Then I sat up again and held my sticky fingers in front of his mouth. He'd started to drool a little from the pressure of the clamp holding down his tongue outside of his mouth, the chain hanging over his chin. He looked so fucking beautiful and vulnerable right then and his vulnerability only served to strengthen my resolve.

I dabbed my sweet cunt juice above his lip, playing all around his mouth and cheek. Pet squirmed and whimpered. 

"Do you have something to say to me?" I asked earnestly.

Pet's eyes were locked onto mine. It sounded like he was trying to say "wicked", but I couldn't be sure.

I laughed softly. "Oh, my poor, speechless little pet. Do you want the clamp somewhere else?" 

He mumbled again. 

"I'm sorry, I can't understand you," I told him.

"Yes," he responded, more determinedly. 

"Ahhh...ok then, "I grinned and unclasped the clamp from his tongue.

Pet groaned agonizingly, albeit relieved to be able to feel his tongue again.

I kissed him hungrily then, making sure to suck on his tongue in the process. Pet's cock was beginning to weep with pre-cum.

"Touch me," I ordered, spreading my legs slightly to give him access. 

My mouth traveled down to his nipples again, nibbling and pulling at them with my teeth. The moment his fingers found their way inside of me, I immediately applied the clamp to his right nipple and then to his left. His breath caught in the back of his throat for a second, but that didn't stop him from working his fingers deeper into my steamy cunt. 

"Yes, that's right, feel how much I love to hurt you...what that does to me, baby," I egged him on, my mouth pressed to his forehead. 

I pulled away slightly so I could admire the lovely symmetry of the nipple clamps dangling across his chest. My fingers deliberately flicked across the chain and I loved hearing the way Pet grunted in that mixture of pleasure/pain.

"I need you to hurt more for me," I gasped as his thumb pressed against my ever hardening clit. 

"Oh god, hurt me...do whatever you want..." Pet moaned.

I leaned once again against the chair, and reached behind it, this time, producing a 3 foot length of purple satin ribbon. 

"Put this on the clamps...loop one end through and tie it right in the center of the chain," I handed the ribbon to my Pet. 

I slipped out of my soaking panties and opening my legs wider. Then I pointed to my cunt and obediently Pet crawled into place between my thighs. 

"Give me the other end of that ribbon," I ordered. Pet obliged. 

"Now lick my cunt and make me come," I said softly.

My Pet needn't be told twice; he so expertly does whatever it takes to get me off. And on this night, I was going to be using his mouth and his pain to get me off. A most potent combination.

I held the ribbon attached to the clover clamps. The deeper Pet's tongue dove inside of me, the harder I pulled the ribbon, tightening it between my fingers. His moans turned louder and more fervent as I tugged harder and harder upward. 

"God...baby..." he mumbled into my cunt, the vibrations from his words sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I yanked the ribbon sharply and repeatedly. 

"Fuck..." Pet called out. 

"Yes...that's right, you sexy pain slut...hurt for me," I could feel my wetness seeping out of me and Pet rubbed his face, anointing his skin with my stickiness. 

I was in near ecstasy. I was so close to coming, but I still wanted to push my Pet harder. I wanted him to truly feel what his offering of his flesh, his pain did for me. So, I leaned upward and reached down, grabbing hold of the actual chain of the clamps that were piercing his nipples. 

"Don't stop..." I told him, pushing my cunt into his mouth. Pet's tongue, that same tongue that only minutes earlier was torn into with the clover clamp, was working my clit like that was the only thing that mattered in the world at this moment. And actually, that is a pretty accurate depiction. 

I was on the verge of an orgasm and Pet could feel my body tensing around him. I started to pull on that chain, gripping it tightly and slowly upward again as if this toy were the key to unlocking my orgasm. Pet practically cried out and right then I tore the clamps from his nipples, abruptly and without warning. His screams of pain and my screams of pleasure blended together until it was nearly impossible to decipher where one began and the other ended. I came so hard into his sobbing mouth, pulling at his hair and shoving his face into me. 

Pleasure/pain. As I said, a most potent combination.



Pet Ch. 01



She stood shivering under a lone street lamp on a dark, quiet suburban street gazing intently at the number on the door of a darkened apartment home. She referenced a piece of paper, deeply creased from folding and unfolding, clenched in her hand. It mirrored the address on the building. She glanced down the road to either side into the darkness, weighing the options, seeking an escape. After all of the effort it had taken to get here - a last minute flight, a rush through security, and several long hours gazing out of an airplane window into nothingness - she now wavered in her conviction. The doorbell was within reach, but she could not bring herself to ring it. Her mind was racing. Was this the right decision? Is this what I really want? .... Is this even the right place? The cold crept under her coat, giving pause to her thoughts. She pressed a shaking finger against the doorbell before she could change her mind.

The door opened and he stood in the doorway of his apartment, tall and boyishly handsome - exactly as she remembered him. She froze in place, her breath catching in her throat. If he was shocked to find her on his doorstep, the slow, sexy half-smirk playing at this full lips didn't betray it. Looking into his ice blue eyes, she felt as though he'd somehow expected to find her here. Her face flushed, high cheekbones starkly emphasized in a pink blush on her pale face. 

"Can I come in?" She stammered, breathing clouds of vapor in the winter chill. He gazed down at her with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, eyeing her in her too large coat. It made her look small, but then he'd always thought of her as small enough to throw around. His smirk widened as he stepped aside and she hurried in. 

The apartment was dark and she suddenly realized how late it was. While passing through the time zones she hadn't given it much thought. She had been preoccupied for most of the flight wondering how things would play out. Now she would find out and anxiety gripped her in a dizzying fog. Oh, what have I done? The sudden flood of light illuminating the room halted her rising panic. He was standing at the light switch; his thoughts an enigma behind his expressionless face. It occurred to her that he hadn't said a single word so far. She had no way to gauge his reaction to her sudden arrival. She slipped out of her coat and looked around for a place to set it, nervously running her hands over her now bare arms.

With no prior indication of his actions, he strode across the space between them and stopped just shy of touching her. In a flash his fist was curled in her short brown hair, painfully forcing her head back so that she met his gaze. "I have waited years for this," he stated carefully, his tone low and menacing, "you are mine." She barely had time to breathe her response - "yes!" - before he caught her mouth in a kiss that turned her whole body into a quivering mess.

He pressed against her, pushing her back into the wall. She could not find the strength to move or resist as he claimed her mouth, sucking hard on her lower lip and pushing his tongue inside to duel with hers. With one hand still twisted painfully in her hair, he reached down to skillfully unbutton her jeans with the other. As he forced his hand into the waistband he let out a low growl that shocked her into an answering moan. "You are so fucking wet and I haven't even touched you yet." His mouth hovered near her ear and his breath made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. He slipped a finger inside and her walls clenched at the delicious intrusion. Her breath hitched as he moved inside her, sliding in and out with ease. She was so close already. He removed his hand abruptly, a smile on his lips as he backed away a pace. "Oh no, darling. I'm going to make you suffer."

Fuck. She thought, gaping at him across the distance that he'd put between them. His eyes glittered with his cruel intentions. She had thought she was ready for this, to play on his terms, but now she was on fire and he was denying her the one thing she desperately needed from him. She closed the distance between them and dropped to her knees in frustration. "What can I do to change your mind?" She questioned softly, gazing up at him from beneath her lashes.

"Well, that's certainly a good place to start," He said, staring appreciatively down at her upturned face, inches away from his rock hard manhood. His hands moved to undo his jeans. She squirmed involuntarily as he dropped his pants and boxers on the floor, stepping out of them lazily. Licking her lips, she glanced at his hardness as it was freed from the confines of his pants. A glistening drop of precum formed at the tip and she felt compelled to lick it away. He was above average in length, but it was the circumference that always shocked her. Although she already knew the answer, she still wondered: How will it even fit?

She shuffled closer to him on her knees and reached out to run her hand down his length. Glancing up at him shyly, she leaned forward to take him into her mouth. He rocked his hips forward as he slid into her hot mouth, watching as she struggled to accommodate him. Her eyes were screwed shut, her breath uneven, as she strived to take him in. When she felt as comfortable as possible with his width, she began to move. She pulled him back toward her throat and eased him out again, flattening her tongue over the sensitive bottom and applying as much suction with her mouth as she could. His hands clamped at his sides, careful not to give in to the urge to grasp the back of her head and force himself deeper into her. She placed a hand on his hip to steady herself and wrapped the other tightly around the part of him she could not take in, moving it in concert with her mouth. As she picked up the pace he strained forward to meet her; every thrust pushing him deeper into her throat. He moaned as he filled her eager mouth. With her lips stretched wide around him her jaw was already beginning to ache, but she continued on. Despite her discomfort she could feel herself becoming more aroused with every sound he made.

As he watched her try so hard to please him - her eyes closed, hips rocking ever so slightly and betraying her enjoyment - he felt his orgasm rapidly approaching. "Stop." He commanded, not ready to finish quite yet. She opened her eyes and gazed up at him, taking him once more into her throat, slowly, almost to the base of him. Her eyes asked him playfully, Are you sure? He reveled in the feeling for a moment before stepping back.

She ran her tongue over her lips and enjoyed the subtle taste of him that remained her mouth. He eyed her momentarily, regaining his composure, fighting the urge to take her right then and alleviate both of their suffering. Frustration and desire coursed through her in waves. Her now thoroughly soaked panties clung to her uncomfortably. He was painfully hard, so close to orgasm that for a moment he was afraid to move. Certainly she was no expert, but her eagerness to please him more than made up for any shortcomings in technique. More than anything else it was how obviously she needed him that had brought him so close so quickly. Nothing had changed during their separation. The chemistry between them was electric.

He reached out and pulled her up onto her unsteady feet. As she leaned on him, trying to regain her stability, she could feel his erection pressed against her. Once again he moved down to capture her mouth in a kiss, hot and insistent. She reached up to wind her hands in his hair, wanting him closer than was humanly possible. He moved away momentarily to yank his tee shirt up over his head, dropping it to the floor. She followed suit, reluctantly untangling her hands from his hair to remove her own shirt and unclasp her bra. As she removed her top he slid her jeans down over her hips and she stepped out of them. 

Wearing only a pair of black, lacy panties, she was all pale and pink blush in the lamplight. Suddenly, she felt nervous, although it wasn't the first time he'd seen her this way. He looked her over: short brown hair mussed, light brown eyes downcast, lower lip swollen from his assault. Her breasts were perfect round handfuls, accentuated by achingly hard pink nipples. She was petite in height and in stature, but with a hint of her Italian heritage in her hips. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she struggled with the urge to cover herself. 

He reached out and snaked a hand around her waist to pull her closer. His free hand moved to cup her breast, rolling her nipple under his palm. She gasped as he tugged it roughly between two fingers. All shyness forgotten, she arched her back, pushing her breast into his hand. She ground her hips against his erection, a silent plea. He took her breast into his mouth, flicking and teasing her nipple with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach to cup her sex, feeling every fold and ridge of her beneath the damp fabric of her panties. She whined as he ground the heel of his palm against her clit, throwing her head back in the onslaught of sensation. He stopped his ministrations, a cruel smile playing at his lips as he turned away from her and sauntered toward the bedroom.

She was overcome by the urge to collapse onto the floor. Her body was a trembling mess of nerves, her mind in a disarray. She wanted to gather her things and run for the door. She wanted to escape while she still had the presence of mind to do so. More than that she wanted, needed, him. Lust filled her and controlled her. She knew it was bound to get her into trouble, this feeling that she would do anything he asked of her. He would not hesitate to use it to his advantage. The part of her mind arguing rationality and restraint gave up, she knew she could not stop herself if she tried. She followed him into his bedroom and sealed her fate.

The door swung shut ominously behind her, closing off her only route of escape. She glanced around the bedroom - sparsely furnished, minimalist - but had little time to assimilate the scenery before he lifted her and laid her out on the bed. She was positioned on her back and he crawled into the bed after her, lying on his side, partially covering her with his body. His lips pressed hard against hers, demanding attention. She could barely breathe, but was too aroused to care. Every move of his tongue against hers had a direct effect on her desire, as though every inch of her had a hotline to her core. She writhed against his naked body, rubbing herself wantonly against his erection. His hand trailed up and down her torso, stopping often to tease her nipples, each time eliciting a soft moan from her. "Please?" She begged, breaking the kiss and gasping for air. He shook his head, smiling, denying her once again. Alternating between soft kisses, sucking, and biting, he left small red marks on her pale skin as he moved down to the foot of the bed. She trembled as he separated her legs and nipped at the soft flesh of the inside of her thighs. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, he slipped them slowly down over her legs before tossing them aside. She was clean shaven and with her legs spread her sex was bared before him. He ran his hands up over her thighs, admiring the view. Her labia were swollen, pouting, and her engorged clitoris peeked out from beneath it's hood. Wetness leaked from inside her, coating her folds with glistening moisture. He ran a finger over her slit, spreading her sex and collecting her juices with his fingertips. She shuddered at his touch, bucking her hips involuntarily, inviting him in. He licked her moisture off of his fingertips, enjoying the taste of her. 

"I want to taste you, Pet," he began firmly, "but if you come, I will punish you." His eyes gleamed mischievously. She wondered if she would be able to stop herself. She was so desperate for release that she felt as though she would explode at the lightest touch, and she knew he would show her no mercy. She well remembered his skill at this. She watched, wound tight with anticipation, as he leaned closer to blow cold air onto her overly sensitized clit. The sensation was almost painfully overwhelming. He ran his flattened tongue over her, replacing the cold with warmth, and held her gaze as he began teasing her. Her legs tensed, drawing upward and opening herself further. Slipping a finger inside her, he curled it within her and her walls tightened around him as he stimulated her. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, unable to bear his intense gaze and the sensations raging inside of her. Her spine arched off the bed as she struggled to hold back her impending orgasm and he immediately pushed her back flat, forcing her to fully absorb the pleasure he was giving her. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought her orgasm, but he continued his relentless teasing. His tongue drew shapes around and over her clit and his finger rubbed against her g-spot, radiating waves of pleasure through her whole body. It wasn't long before she stiffened, unable to hold back any longer, and he withdrew, bringing her cruelly back from the brink. "Oh, no, darling. Not just yet." He reprimanded softly, as she let out a frustrated moan. He began to kiss along the inside of her thighs again as her body unclenched and her breathing steadied.

When he felt she was sufficiently relaxed, he began to lick and suck at her once more. Slipping two fingers inside her, he marveled at how tightly she wrapped around them, drawing him deeper. She was soaking wet, full of need, and it was easy to once again bring her, shuddering, to the brink of orgasm. He knew she would be unable to control herself, and although he delighted in the idea of taking her over his knee, his interest currently lay in drawing out her arousal and frustration for as long as he could. He knew there would be plenty of time for discipline later and she had certainly earned it by making him wait. The thought of how long she had resisted him made him even more desperate to claim her, to assert himself and remind her exactly how much she needed him. 

He loved how quickly he could bring her to the edge of orgasm, how easy it was for him to read her body and know exactly when to stop. The desperation in her tone as she whimpered, whined, and begged each time he denied her the orgasm she was so near made him impossibly hard. It took an incredible amount of self control to stop himself from burying himself deep inside her and ending his game.

She was panting, red faced, incoherent with desire, when he stopped her just short of orgasm for what may have been the fifth of five thousandth time. He ended his assault on her senses and moved back up the bed until he was level with her, kissing her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips. Her eyes searched his, begging him with every fiber of her being, but unable to put together the words. Her nerves were frayed, her brain scrambled. Reaching down between them she grasped his cock firmly, the only plea she could manage. 

"Do you want me to fuck you now?" He asked harshly, daring her to vocalize it. 

"Yes!" She cried.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir. Please, I need you to fuck me." Her face flushed with embarrassment as the words escaped her lips. Satisfied, he moved between her legs and let her guide him to her opening. 

He pressed into her slowly, relishing the sensation of her struggle to accommodate him. It felt as though her walls were simultaneously pulling him in and resisting him. She was so wet and ready for him. Drawing her knees up to his waist, she wrapped her legs around him. She reveled in the delicious fullness as she took in every inch of him. He stilled, sheathed in her to the hilt, surrounded by her hot, eager sex. He caught her gaze and for a moment neither of them moved, the sensation was too intense. Her desire was apparent in the tightness of her muscles, the darkness of her eyes. In this moment she was completely his, every inch of her at his mercy. She loved the surrender, and he loved having so much power over her. He pulled back slowly, meeting the resistance of her walls grasping to hold him in. 

She cried out as he slammed into her and began to move in a punishing rhythm. Her hips rocked to match his, to take him deeper. His hand curled in her hair, pulling painfully, and she lost herself in the mix of pleasure and pain. Every inch of him slid into her over and over with ease. Her heat engulfed him and her walls pulsed around him. Her lips moved over his neck, kissing, biting, a fierce display of need and gratitude. Their moans echoed in the empty room. Her nails raked over his back, hard enough to draw blood. She could feel her orgasm building within her again. Her whole body tensed beneath him, muscles trembling. She was so close that she could barely keep up with his thrusts. "Oh, please, Sir?" She moaned, desperate to reach fulfillment and terrified that he would deny her again. 

He did not stop as her walls tightened and fluttered, clamping down on him as he pumped in and out of her. "Please, what?" he hissed through clenched jaw, holding off his own impeding climax.

"Please may I come for you?" She whimpered loudly, desire overtaking her shyness. 

"Yes." He whispered.

She called his name almost incoherently as her orgasm ripped through her. Every nerve in her body was on fire. Watching her come undone, he lost his self control. He fucked her mercilessly as she rode out her orgasm, his cock throbbing as he filled her with his own.

He collapsed next to her and they both relaxed, exhausted and fulfilled for the time being. She could still feel him pulsing as he softened within her. She kissed him gratefully. "Thank you," She said softly, as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He nuzzled her hair and kissed her neck. Without bothering to untangle themselves, they fell asleep.



Pet Ch. 02



**Note: Readers may notice that I often use the terms "cunt" and "cock" when describing Pet's body parts; this is not meant to confuse or raise questions about gender identity. Pet is a fully-functioning, amazingly sexy male through and through with all "parts" exactly where they should be.**

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"I've got something for you". 

You knew by the mischievous, almost sing-song tone in my voice that "something" would likely turn out to be provocative at the very least, and was sure to lead to a most memorable occasion for you. And me.

I told you to go into the bedroom and I followed closely behind you. You noticed the door to the bedroom was closed and you paused for a moment in front of it. 

"Ok, what am I going to find when I open this door?" you asked, half jokingly, but perhaps with a slight tone of anxiety.

"What? I never said something was a *what*...how do you know there isn't a *who* waiting behind that door, sexy pet?" I taunted.

The look on your face was precious. For a moment, you remained perfectly still and then I couldn't suppress my chuckle any longer.

"Ohhhh, come on...I know you like surprises, but I wouldn't surprise you like that, now would I?" I asked innocently.

"I'm not so sure..." your words dangled in the air.

"Open the door, pet. I promise it will be a very nice surprise," I offered.

You reached toward the the door knob. I placed my hand over yours for a second.  

"But you do know...once we go in there, there is no turning back...." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Now you're freaking me out," you said.

"It's ok, pet. It's not so much there is no turning back as it is there will be no desire in you *to* want to turn back. Now, open the door already," I urged you on.

I love tormenting your brain and mindfucking you. It's in those little moments, when there exists even just a veiled hint...a hint of something I *might* subject you to even if you're pretty sure I'm just messing with you... there is always that tiny window that remains open long enough for you to wonder. 

Of course, when you opened the door, your eyes were immediately drawn to the bed where part of your surprise lay in plain sight. Strewn carefully over the bedding was a very special outfit I had selected for you. We'd talked about dressing you up in particular fetish wear on occasion, but mostly it was something relegated to the realm of fantasy. 

I came up behind you and whispered in your ear, "Surprise...sexy slut. And tonight, that is what you are going to be for me".

You held up the garmet and smiled. "I can't believe you actually did this".

It was one of those sheer, see-through, form-fitting black bodystockings we'd looked at online before. Mostly these pieces of clothing are worn by women...women who would wear these with the intent to beguile and seduce their lover. 

"It looks like it will be a little small," you pointed out.

"It'll fit. It's supposed to be tight," I replied.

"Well then, should I go ahead and put in on?" you asked.

"Not quite yet," I informed you. "First we need to prepare that hot body of yours."

I asked you to remove your clothing while I left the bedroom. While you were undressing, you could hear me in the bathroom running the bath. 

"Come in here, pet," I called to you.

When you appeared, I was sitting on the edge of the tub, holding a razor in my hand. There was a basin filled with warm sudsy water next to me.  The bathtub was slowly filling with hot water and you could smell the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla bath salts in the air. 

"Oh wow..." you said softly.

"Oh yes," I grinned at you. 

I instructed you to turn your naked body around. We were going to start by making your cunt nice and smooth. 

"Bend over, sexy bitch," I whispered. 

You complied. 

There was something so perfectly erotic about you offering your body to me so freely. Slowly, deliberately, I wet the area around your cunt with a warm, soaked washcloth and took my time sliding my cloth-covered finger in and out of your cunt hole.  Your moans were just beautiful...especially as I spread you open and started to drag the razor up and down your crack.

"Such a gorgeous cunt you have...do you know that?" I asked you as I dipped the razor again into the basin. 

"Mmmmm..." was all you could respond with.

I continued to gently shave in and around your cunt until I felt satisfied with your appearance. To be sure I hadn't missed a spot, I ran my index finger back and forth and slid it into your hot hole a couple of times. You couldn't resist pushing back toward my hand. I smiled and gave you another finger...just for a moment.

"Now get in the tub, pet.  The water is ready," I directed.

Once you were submerged into the water, I knelt on the side of the tub and began to bathe you with a soft bath sponge. I dipped the sponge into the hot water and squeezed it over your upper body. Then I squirted some lavender scented gel onto the sponge and began rubbing it into your skin. When you were sufficiently lathered, I asked you to lift up your arms.  You looked at me half surprised but at the same time slightly hypnotized and didn't question. 

Again I put the razor to your skin...shaving under your arms until you were bare. After rinsing you there, I moved down a little and instructed you to lift one leg out to the edge of the tub and place your foot on my chest while I held your ankle in one hand and shaved you to your calf with the other hand. I rearranged myself and methodically worked the razor higher and higher until your leg was smooth from ankle to upper thigh. Then I had you switch to the other side of the tub and completed the process on your right leg. Finally, I asked you to kneel upright while in the tub. 

The last thing left was to make your cock and balls totally smooth. How amazingly submissive you looked, kneeling, while I reached and held you in my hand. Lifting you here, shaving...moving your balls around...shaving some more. 

Finally, bath time was over. When you stepped out of the tub, I covered you in a big towel and patted your newly smooth body dry. I liberally applied body lotion all over you, enjoying the way my hands felt massaging into your flawless, soft skin. 

Now it was time to dress you, sexy pet. 

I asked you to sit on the bed naked while I held out the sheer body stocking. 

"Slide your right leg in here," I told you as I stretched open the material enough so you could find the leg opening. I let the stocking hang around your right ankle and then had you place your left leg into the other opening. Then I slowly began to pull the material up to your knees. 

"How does this feel so far, yummy one?" I asked.

"Incredible," you sighed.

"Stand up," I instructed.

Carefully, I smoothed the nylon over your calves and knees. Then I tugged at the body stocking and pulled it up to your thighs. It was an interesting juxtaposition just then...me on my knees in front of you, dressing you, while you stood over me. Yet you looked down at me knowing full well that it wouldn't be long before I brought you to your knees. 

Once I had the stocking almost to your waist, I stood up and continued to tug and pull upward. Reaching for your right arm, I pulled it through and then your left. 

"Just...fucking...beautiful," I whispered, looking at you covered in black sheer nylon.

I took you by the hand and led you to the mirror. 

"Look at yourself, pet. Look at what you're becoming for me," I said into your ear.

You couldn't take your eyes off of your reflection. I reached into my purse while you admired your new look and I took out a couple of items. 

"Sit here," I pointed to a chair in front of the mirror. 

I sat on your lap and took a moment to run my hands over your thighs...over your chest and arms. 

"Wow...how amazing you feel...do you like the way the nylon encases your body?"

"It feels just intoxicating," you responded.

I smiled at you and then told you to hold still. Taking your chin in one hand, I put a red colored lipstick liner pencil to your mouth. 

"You're going to be a good little whore for me...and you know when I decorate your mouth, it's for a reason, yes?" I teased while outlining your pretty lips. 

Next, came the actual lipstick...crimson red to match the liner. I took my time filling the color in over your mouth. 

"God, you are making me so hot right now," I informed you.

You laughed softly. 

"I'm serious!" I insisted.

"Look at you...such a perfect bitchwhore for me! You're going to have to do something to tide me over, sexy slut of mine..." I decided. 

I unbuttoned my blouse and told you to lower your face to my breast. Pulling my bra down, I told you to suck on my tits and leave a nice lipstick mark around my nipples. You took my breasts into your mouth, one at a time and slowly sucked, bit, and kissed them. I couldn't resist looking in the mirror...the image of my pet, dressed in this whorish body stocking, my hand on the back of your head...you with red painted lips sucking on my nipples...god, it was nearly enough to make me come right then. 

"Ok, that's enough for now," I pushed your head away before I got completely distracted. 

I got up from your lap and told you to stand. 

"One more thing..." I said as I turned your body around. 

I reached down and ran my hand down your nylon covered back and then caressed your ass. Then quickly I tore into the nylon, leaving a reasonable hole where the entry to your cunt was.

"Now, go to the bed and get on all fours, pet," I instructed.

You did as you were told and I turned out the light. 

"Stay like that on the bed for me, please. Keep your ass to the door and when it opens again, do not turn around, do not speak, just spread those nyloned legs and offer your cunt like a good, dirty whore. And then you are to stay right here until I tell you otherwise, got it?" and with that, I left the room, shutting the door behind me. 

It was a good 30 minutes while you were left alone in the darkened bedroom. You couldn't be positive, but you thought you heard doors opening and closing in other parts of the house...and you were pretty sure you heard at multiple voices murmuring from time to time. Thing was, it was difficult to tell whose voices you were hearing. You tried to concentrate and listen carefully...and that's when you heard the distinct sound of my laughter. So you knew it was more than likely I was not alone. 

Suddenly the door opened and you froze. Still kneeling on all fours, you felt a chill start at the base of your spine and move all the way up. 

The door shut. Someone else was in the room with you. You wanted to say something, wanted to ask who was there, but then you remembered my orders requiring you not to speak. 

You heard footsteps approaching the bed. 

Oh my god, you thought...your mind racing. What have I gotten myself into?

You sensed the other persons presence was very close now...and all at once, you became keenly aware of the strong, spicy scent of masculine cologne. The next thing you felt was a gloved hand moving over your body...the firm leathery strokes over your legs, squeezing your ass, reaching around to cup your cock. 

Then a cold, sticky substance rubbing over your cunt hole. The gloved fingers moving in and out, stretching you and pulling you apart. As nerve wracking as this was, you were completely turned on. 

The cock was pressed up against your hole now...totally hard and demanding. You were breathing so shallowly, your eyes closed tightly and then at all once, you were being penetrated. Gloved hands holding your hips and this cock pushing deeper, farther...completely inside of you. Pumping into you, with fast, short strokes. And you accepted it all, obediently, even eagerly. Right then, you knew you were merely a hole to be used and with this realization, you found yourself becoming increasingly aroused. 

Almost as suddenly as it began, it ended. You were disoriented, breathless and feeling weak. The cock slowly pulled out. Your cunt hole was still aching for more, but it didn't matter. Your purpose was complete.

The door opened and shut again and you remained in place, on the bed, on all fours. You were trying to wrap your mind around what just transpired. What *did* just happen? You were attempting to process this and were only growing more confused. Did you just get fucked by a cock? Where was I, your owner, during all of this? Is this what I intended for you all along?

About 10 minutes later, the door opened again and startled you out of your thoughts. The light was still out and you remained completely still. 

"You can get up now, but I want you on your knees on the floor," I commanded you.

I made my way to you and placed my hands on your face. 

"Pet, how did you like being a whore tonight?" I asked softly.

"I...it was...so fucking hot," you replied.

"I understand you offered your cunt so beautifully...that makes me so proud," I praised you, running my hands through you hair. 

You could feel a strap on cock toy rubbing against your cheek while I held your head in my hands. 

"Now before I tell you what happened tonight, will you please suck *my* cock?" I asked.

Immediately your red painted lips went to the cocktoy. I'd had you practicing on cocktoys for some time now, and you knew how excited it made me to hear you slurp, gag and consume my toy. 

"That's right, sexy slut...suck it for me", I encouraged. 

You moaned and drooled all over the cock toy.

"You know I couldn't possibly have only one of your whore holes used tonight.....especially since you let me cleanse you....and shave you...and dress you...and make you up into my perfect bitchwhore," I said, breathlessly.

You on your knees like this, with a mouth full of cock, is literally overwhelming for me

"Ok...that's enough yummy pet...take a breath," I gently untangled myself from you.

You relaxed and leaned back on the bed. 

"So...do you know what you became for me tonight?"I questioned, lying next to you. 

"I was your bitchwhore, I know that much," you replied.

I laughed, "Oh yes...that you were!"

"I told you earlier...once we started this, there was no turning back," I reminded you. 

"Yes," you answered. "But what exactly..."

I cut you off with a kiss. 

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"I guess it doesn't really. This is what you wanted," you answered.

"Oh, pet....you are dying to know who fucked you...how can I continue to leave you in the dark?" 

"Did you at least know them?" you wanted to know.

I smiled. 

"I was worried a little...especially because you left me alone with whoever it was," you confided.

"Pet...I never left you alone."

"What? You were there?" your tone was one of disbelief.

"I left you alone initially. Then I had asked a friend to stop by briefly...and drop off some of this..." I reached around and presented a bottle. I opened the cap and told you to inhale. 

It was the familiar, spicy scent from earlier. 

"And these...should strike you as familar," I tossed a pair of leather gloves onto your chest. 

The distant,sexy smile of recognition on your face pleased me so.

"You *were* a beautiful whore, pet. A beautiful, compliant, filthy whore...for me."



Pet Ch. 02



The sun rose and the winter snow coating the streets of Syracuse, New York reflected it back into the sky. It cast ribbons of harsh, cold light through the slats of a faded gray house-turned-apartment-building nestled between several more of the same. The empty streets began to stir with life as the day began. Inside a jet-lagged brunette burrowed herself deeper into a nest of soft bedding, resisting wakefulness for a few more moments more. In her dreams she was far away, all the way across the continental United States. She was standing in a nearly empty apartment in Portland, Oregon. The city bustled outside her window, but she was too distracted to hear it. She chewed her lower lip mindlessly as she surveyed the fallout from the explosion of her last relationship. When they had moved in a year ago she'd had little more than the clothing on her back and hope for the future. By the end she had even less.

"Elizabeth." His voice called her name and she knew it was the last time she'd hear it from his lips. She turned in the direction of the sound. In the doorway of this apartment that was no longer technically hers, stood the man she'd hoped to love, but had destroyed instead. As she looked at him she couldn't help but wonder which of them was more heartbroken. "I'm going now," he announced, hiding the hurt behind a casual demeanor. His eyes never met hers. She was overcome by the urge to beg him to stay, to promise she'd change, to plead and cry... but she'd already tried all of those things. Instead, she simply nodded.

"Goodbye."

He left her standing there, in the midst of a bare apartment, and it was like he was never there to begin with. She felt overwhelmed, lost, and alone, with no idea what to do next. She fell to the floor and sobbed. Back in Syracuse a tear rolled down her cheek, glittering in the sunlight. 

The dream faded as her eyes adjusted to the light and the fuzzy, glowing shapes of the room became defined. She groaned as she stretched, catlike, to ease the soreness pent up in her muscles from the activities of the night before. The physical distance she'd travelled had put emotional distance between herself and her problems. It was hard to believe she had only just arrived here several hours ago. She couldn't help, but wonder: was she running from one problem straight to the next? Shaking her head as if to clear it, she pushed aside the thought and observed the silence. There were no sounds from inside the apartment and she knew she was alone. A note pinned to his pillow confirmed her conclusion:

"Had to go to work, Pet. Stick around." 

Short, concise, and unsigned. She was almost surprised that he trusted her not to disappear. He was certainly too cocky by far in assuming she wouldn't run away the first chance she could. She'd certainly done it before. It seemed as though she'd spent half of her life running away from him. The more she wanted him the faster she ran. A pool of desire formed in her belly as she glanced over the note. Yes, she supposed, she would stick around this time.

Elizabeth sat up and let the blanket fall from her naked form. Her nipples hardened from the change in temperature and her skin prickled with goosebumps as she made her way to the bathroom. She caught her reflection in the mirror over the sink and she turned to view herself. With a critical eye she took in her mussed, unruly hair and smudged makeup. She was sore, but his assault last night had left no bruises. She borrowed his toothbrush, an intimate gesture that made her smile. Steam began to fill the bathroom as she opened the shower faucet and began to prepare for the day. 

The water had run cold before she begrudgingly stepped out of the shower. Condensation coated the mirrors and swirled heavily in the air. She dried off and wrapped herself in a soft white towel she'd found in one of the closets. In the living room, she surveyed what little she'd brought with her on this unplanned journey. The clothing she had been wearing last night were scattered around the room. Her cheeks reddened at the visual reminder of last night's events and she felt the tingle of anticipation rekindle. Her bag was on the floor by the door, under her hastily dropped coat. She rummaged through it and pulled out a clean pair of underwear, the only article of clothing she had brought with her. Next she fished out her wallet and glanced through it. A few dollars in cash, a credit card that was nearly maxed out, and her simple blue on grey Oregon driver's license... Everything she had to build a new life with. She sighed and dropped it back into her bag. Should she build a new life here? She wondered. Or should she run again while she still had the chance?

She thought back to their relationship over the years. They had known one another for nearly a decade. When they'd met Elizabeth had been sixteen and relatively innocent, just learning the ropes of her sexuality. He had been dating a coworker of hers, Jen, and she had introduced them. He had intimidated her from the first moment they met. He was confident, sexy, seductive. The sparkle in his eyes said he knew more than she ever could. It made her feel inexperienced, inadequate even, but at the same time she was drawn to him. He was interesting to her in a way that none of her other pursuits were. It was something magnetic between them. Still, he belonged to someone else, and while she'd often made a habit of seducing unavailable men, she did not want to make things awkward between his girlfriend and herself. For the time being she had put him out of her mind.

It was not until New Year's Eve several months later that she betrayed her previous sensibilities. Jen had invited her to a party with a few of her friends and the fact that he would be there swayed her decision more than anything else. That night she found herself in a stranger's apartment ringing in the new year with raucous laughter and copious amounts of alcohol. He had spent the evening attempting to convince the two girls to engage in a threesome, a forward move on his part which Elizabeth had laughed off. She was quite drunk and very sleepy when, well after the ball dropped and the year had changed, they all stumbled off to find a place to crash. 

Elizabeth woke as he was unbuttoning her jeans. Lying on a futon with him behind her, she could feel his breath on her neck and his hardness pressed into her back. She wondered if she should try to stop him - his girlfriend was sleeping nearby - but she couldn't deny that she wanted this and elected to continue feigning sleep instead. His hand forced it's way down the front of her jeans and she could feel his intake of breath as he discovered her wetness. She tried to remain still as he explored her, running skilled fingers through her moisture and around her folds. As he slipped two fingers into her she bit down on her lower lip to stifle a gasp. 

He could tell that she had awoken as he moved his fingers inside of her. He could feel her body tense and her hips rock ever so slightly to meet him. They had wanted each other since they had met and although he was taking quite the risk, it was a calculated one. As he pressed his fingers to that sweet spot inside of her, he heard her breathing become more rapid. Her walls grasped around him and locked him in place. He continued to play with her until she could barely keep quiet any longer.

Her whole bod was rigid. She could no longer control her breathing, so she tried to hold her breath inside. She wads rapidly losing self control as he drove her closer and closer to the edge. Then, he withdrew, leaving her teetering on the edge of orgasm with no release. She felt a pang of frustration as she realized that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She could not respond, argue, or even beg, without waking Jen and altering her to what had just happened, She lay awake for long hours that night thinking over what had happened.

From then on it had been impossible to stay away. They met for illicit trysts whenever the opportunity presented itself. They ran errands together on their days off, stopping in empty parking lots and dead end streets when they couldn't hold back any longer. Once he'd ordered her to masturbate for him in the back seat while he drove, but she was too embarrassed to fulfill his wishes. When they could not meet they exchanged messages instead. She spent many nights alone writhing in frustration to his explicit text messages or the sound of his voice over the phone. 

He made her absolutely crazy, turned her on more than she thought possible, but he frightened her. She was too emotionally vulnerable to give herself over completely... and so they danced around it. They would cut off contact for months when she felt too guilty about what they did, only to reunite when the distance became unbearable. Finally, she moved away, desperately trying to start a new life away from his influence.

Yes here you are... Back again. The thought snapped her mind back to the present and she looked around the empty room, lost. She slipped into yesterday's jeans and began to pick up around the apartment, waiting for him to return.



Pet Ch. 03



Elizabeth was struggling to put away a glass on a high shelf when he returned home. He wrapped himself around her from behind, startling her, and took the glass from her hand before she could drop it. She was pinned, stretched against the counter. "Miss me?" He purred, voice low, lips brushing against her earlobe. Her body answered for her as she trembled against him with an overwhelming surge of desire. Another pair of panties ruined, she mused, remembering that she would need to buy more. She pressed back against him, rubbing herself against his always ready erection. 

"I'll take that as a yes." His hands roamed up her sides and dipped beneath the fabric of her bra to cup her breasts. He pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers. She moaned, squirming under his touch and throwing her head back. He leaned down to bite at the softness of her exposed skin. Reaching back to wrap her arms around his neck, she stood on her toes and pushed her breasts further into his hands. She was already desperate for him.

Withdrawing, he left the room giving only a simple command: "Come." She followed immediately, straightening her clothing as she went. He led her to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. As she stood before him she felt nervous and suddenly unsure of what to do. She awaited his instructions, eyes downcast. "Take off your clothes." It was an order, curt and sharp. She obeyed immediately, scrambling awkwardly out of her shirt and jeans, then hesitated. "All of them." There was no playfulness in his voice now. It made her apprehensive, but at the same time she could feel her arousal growing. He had assumed his role as Master and she wanted nothing more than to submit. She removed her bra and slipped out of her panties, leaving her completely exposed. "Sit." He gestured toward the area of the bed next to him and she did as she was told. He pulled her face-down onto his lap. Her knees were curled underneath her and lay at a downward angle, breasts pushed into the bed and backside high and exposed. She knew what was coming next and her skin prickled in goosebumps as a chill went though her. 

"My pet," He began softly, running his fingers lightly over her back, "you've earned this a hundred times over. Don't you agree?"

She wanted to protest, but knew it wouldn't do her any good. He was right and she knew it, and he would punish her no matter what she said. She could only make it worse by denying it. She resigned herself to a simple "Yes, Sir." 

"I have waited a long time for this and i'm quite certain that you have as well." To emphasize his point he ran a fingertip through the wetness seeping from between her swollen folds. She groaned as he slid one thick digit into her slick opening with ease. She whimpered at his touch.

He slipped out of her and went back to drawing patterns with his fingertips over her back. "What you deserve is for me to spank you until you cry and beg me to stop... and then more after that, but i'm not quite ready to break you yet, so i'll settle for twenty. You will not move or i'll add twenty more. You will count them out loud for me." He pulled her head back by her hair and looked into her face. "Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Sir." She stammered, breathless with a mixture of fear and excitement. 

"Good girl." His lips twisted up into a smile, but his eyes were cold. He let go of her hair and her head fell forward onto the bed. 

The first smack surprised her, harsh and stinging on her right buttock. She yelped, barely remembering to shout: "One!" He pressed his hand over the reddening area, rubbing and soothing it. Again, a ringing slap resounded in her ears. "Two!" She bit her lower lip as tears welled in her eyes. He rained down blows with no discernible pattern, each time a different area, always from a different angle. She counted them aloud each time, struggling not to squirm or pull away from him. She could feel him growing harder beneath her, but it was a vague awareness. With a dull horror she realized that she could feel herself becoming more aroused as well. Her wetness was dripping down the inside of her thighs. Still the blows came and the stinging grew until it filled her world. There was nothing else, only the pain, the undercurrent of pleasure, the sound of his hand against her skin, and the numbers she shouted after each slap like a litany. It felt like an eternity before she shouted "Twenty!" in a voice broken and strangled by tears. For a few brief moments time stood still. She felt calm, relieved. The comforter pressed beneath her cheek was damp with her tears and the stinging slowly became a dull ache. She felt blissfully empty. 

He allowed to stay that way for a few moments, basking in the emptiness and calm, before he lifted her and laid her onto the bed. She looked up at him with dazed and sleepy eyes. "Very good, my pet," He said softly, wiping the tears from her cheeks, "but I am not done with you yet." Her eyes widened as he pushed apart her legs, running his hands up her thighs to their apex. The half-forgotten tingling of her arousal grew as he ran his fingertips softly over her slick folds. He teasingly circled her, making a circuit that never quite reached the bundle of electrified nerves that would give her release. She arched and twisted beneath his touch. He gathered the wetness seeping from her and brought his fingertips to her mouth. "I think perhaps your punishment was a bit too pleasurable for you," He said, smirking, as she opened her lips and sucked her juices from his fingers. 

He moved between her legs and pushed her knees up to her torso, opening her wide. He began his circle again, still never touching her burning clitoris. Slowly, he slipped two fingers into her. Her back arched high off the bed and she threw her head back, crying out as he began rhythmically tapping against her g-spot. He leaned down to kiss her, filling her willing mouth with his tongue. His lips stifled her moans as she felt herself coming closer and closer to orgasm. The tapping stopped and he began to rub his finger down along the area he was tapping, apply pressure and making her break the kiss to cry out. He claimed a diamond-hard nipple with his mouth instead as she tossed her head from the intensity. He brought his other hand to the exposed nub of her clitoris and began to rub it, matching his motions inside her. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she nearly screamed. He hovered near her ear and whispered, "Come for me, Pet." His words pushed her over the edge and she came, hard, her whole body tensing as her orgasm ripped through her. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. He roughly kissed her again, sucking and biting at her lower lip until she finally collapsed back onto the bed. Her walls still pulsed as he withdrew his fingers. "Oh, very good." He grinned and began to remove his own clothing.

She was exhausted, but the sight of his rock hard erection brought her back from the edge of sleep and a fresh wave of arousal washed over her. 

"I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop." He growled, positioning himself at her opening. He thrust deep inside her before she had a chance to respond, filling and stretching her. He gave her no time to accommodate him. She gasped, fingers curling into the bedding, as he roughly slammed into her. The sound of skin on skin and primal groans filled the room. Her sore behind rubbed against the bed unpleasantly, putting a tint of pain on the pleasure building inside of her. She screamed as another brutally intense orgasm racked her body. As the intensity faded he slowed to a halt. She sighed in relief at the chance to rest. He laughed cruelly at her exhaustion.

"Do you think we're done? I haven't heard you beg yet."

Desire spiked within her at his words. How does he make me so endless aroused? She wondered.

"Turn over onto your hands and knees." His words were low, almost a hiss. She repositioned herself as quickly as possible. As soon as she had, he thrust into her again, deeper than she thought possible. He stilled inside of her, taking a moment to savor the feeling. His hand curled into her hair and he pulled her head back, arching her back downward. She bit her lip to stifle a cry as he began to move again. As he resumed his former rhythm she briefly wondered whether or not she'd be able to walk at all for the rest of the day. Her thoughts were fleeting as she felt herself building toward orgasm once again. With one hand still curled painfully in her hair, he reached down with his free hand and rubbed his thumb over the pink rosebud opening of her anus. 

She gasped, "Oh, please, no!"

Gravity had pulled her leaking juices downward, making it easy for him to push his thumb inside. He disregarded her pleas as he widened her with his thumb, all the while pounding into her fluttering core. She lost control of her arms as she came again, collapsing onto her elbows on the bed. Never stilling, she felt him fill her with his hot seed as he sawed his thumb in and out of her clenched ass.

After riding out both of their orgasms for what felt like forever, he stopped, retracting himself from both of her openings. She felt suddenly empty, but did not dwell on it as she found he had moved himself level with her mouth. His cock glistened with both of their juices. He was still impossibly hard as she took him into her mouth. As she pulled him into her throat she could taste both of them, salty and sweet. She eased him out and licked him clean from base to tip, then drew him in once again. He grasped the back of her head and she strained to breathe as he fucked her mouth with the same pounding rhythm as he'd just fucked her cunt. Tears sprung to her eyes as she tried not to gag on the thickness of him. His hand slid between her legs and he slipped two fingers inside of her. She groaned around his cock as she took him from both ends, feeling herself build toward orgasm again and straining against it. He came again, slamming himself deep into her throat, and she swallowed reflexively. She thought she might choke as he blocked off her airway, but even as her vision blurred another intense orgasm overtook her. She gasped for air as he pulled himself from her mouth, but he continued to draw her orgasm out with his fingers. 

"Please... I can't..." She begged him breathlessly. Exhaustion was overtaking her rapidly. She curled onto the bed, eyes closed, breath ragged. 

"But I haven't had this yet." He said sternly, running a finger over her anus.

She groaned, "Please, Sir... Please..." She could not find the words to form sentences. "Exhausted... No more... Please?"

He smiled sweetly, almost boyishly, and for a minute she felt overcome by an emotion that she absolutely would not name.

"Okay, Pet. Later." 

He lay down behind her and curled around her, stroking her hair as she feel into a deep, peaceful sleep.



Pet Ch. 04



Elizabeth groggily opened her eyes several hours later, awoken by the sound of him rustling around the bedroom.

"Did you nap well, Pet?" He asked, smiling down at her from the foot of the bed.

"Yes, Sir." She muttered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Excellent. I've brought you some things." He tossed a plastic shopping bag onto the bed. It was filled with toiletries - a toothbrush, feminine products. She blushed at the thought of him purchasing these things, but she supposed that they signified his intention for her to stay. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.

True to form, he read her mind, stating casually, "I thought you might need some things... if you planned to stay." For a moment he seemed almost nervous, but it was so uncharacteristic of him that she wasn't entirely certain she'd seen it at all. 

"Thank you." She said quietly.

"If you do plan to stay, I doubt you'll need very much clothing." He smirked, the fleeting uncertainty disappearing from his face, "But I suppose you'd be more comfortable having some. We'll work on that later. In the meantime, it's probably been a while since you've eaten and I can't have you passing out from hunger on me." He tossed her one of his shirts and beckoned her to follow him to the kitchen.

As they ate he told her about his day at work. The domesticity astonished her. He had completely dominated her, punished her, and made her come until she couldn't think, over the course of the past twenty-four hours, and now they were sitting at the dinner table conversing about the banalities of daily life. She listened thoughtfully as he explained his work and the recent events of his life. They had been out of contact for a while, but not much had changed. He had recently ended a relationship and was living alone at the moment - a fact she was very much glad for. Her arrival would have been far more awkward if he was not alone. His work was not exactly what he wanted, but it was acceptable for the time being. She dreaded the moment when the conversation would turn to her recent failures.

He could guess what had happened. It wasn't the first time he'd watched her fail spectacularly and come running back to him. "So, what happened this time?" He asked casually, clearing away the plates from their meal.

She sighed and began to fidget in her chair, suddenly developing an insatiable urge to pick at her fingernails. "Oh, you know," She laughed nervously, "Same shit, different relationship." There were a whole host of reasons that Elizabeth could call to mind regarding her overwhelming urge to ruin every relationship she'd ever had, but no matter how many times she went over the reasons the end result was always the same. She always felt the same dissatisfaction, the same urge to wander, and she always justified it in her own mind until it came back to haunt her. No matter how perfect the relationship, she always needed something else. Eventually that need would overtake her and she'd actively seek out the missing piece. Then, guilt ridden, she'd confess her sins and another relationship would be over.

"Things didn't work out with what's-his-name?" He asked callously, arching an eyebrow.

"No." She frowned. "I wanted things to work... I thought it would be different..." She trailed off.

"And yet it never is. Why is that, Elizabeth?" His voice was stern, but his back was turned to her and she couldn't read his expression. The running faucet filled the silence as she struggled to find an answer. He knew the answer already, although he wondered if she would ever come to the same conclusion herself.

"Because I can't stop sabotaging myself?" She questioned, rather than answering.

He sighed and turned off the faucet. He would have her admit it sooner or later. "I have some work to do. I assume you can entertain yourself for a while?"

"Yes, Sir." She wondered at the abrupt end to their conversation, but did not question it. Without another word she made her way back to the bedroom, hoping to organize her scattered mind. She was still exhausted from the journey that brought her here and she promptly fell asleep.



Pet Ch. 05



Elizabeth was gently stirred awake by a rhythmic rocking that she barely perceived. She tried to move, to stretch the stiffness of her muscles from the awkward tangle in which she'd slept, but quickly realized that she couldn't. Her eyes shot open and, lifting them upwards, she saw her wrists neatly secured, wrapped several times with medium cord, and locked by an encircling knot around the middle. The knot between her wrists was in turn fastened by a short length of cord to his headboard. The bindings were snug, but not overly tight, and she could tell there was no easy way to bring her arms more than an inch or two down from fully extended. 

"Good morning, my pet..." he purred in her ear, his voice sending a warm tingle through her core. "We have plans before breakfast, as you can see."

Lifting her head to look over her situation, the tingle roared to life in full blown arousal as she took in the source of the gentle rhythmic motion that had awoken her. He was just finishing the knots to secure her lower body, his plans becoming more than obvious. It was precisely why she had come all this way. He had certainly improved his skill since their last encounter. A psuedo-harness of cord encircled her waist and angled down around her upper thighs, tightly secured under her buttocks and connected outside her hips. Her legs were each drawn up, heels tight to her ass, knees nearly to her chest. Each leg was locked into position with a half dozen horizontal wraps of rope around the thigh and shins. The same locking knot as the one binding her wrists secured the bonds between her calves and the back of her thighs, then attached to the harness, fairly immobilizing her in a deliciously vulnerable spread.

When he had completed the final knots, he smirked down at her, then unceremoniously grabbed the rope at her hips and flipped her into her knees. Gently sliding his hand across the flesh of her backside, she shuddered with anticipation, or nerves, or desire, she wasn't sure which. As the first slap rained down, she stopped caring. Stroke after stroke brought fire to her skin and nearly a tear to her eye. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "We've a bit to finish from last night, I think, my pet. You aren't thinking of crying out already, are you? We're just warming up, after all."

Through clenched teeth she whimpered, "No, sir... thank you." 

"Thank you, indeed, pet," he spat at her, the harshness in his tone striking a chord deep within, both startling and stirring her.

He stopped spanking then and caressed her, a soft touch that did nothing to soothe the burn she felt, but instead drew her attention in full to the sensations raging in her lower body. Deftly, his hands slid rope to rope, shifting her position and restraints to bring her up onto her knees themselves, back arched and ass higher, leaving her face buried partially in the bedding. She felt him move away from her and she heard him fetching something from a drawer, then crossing back to where she lay, stretched and waiting. Her eyes widened as she saw what he was dangling before them: a tiny set of clamps with little round weights dangling from them. She hadn't time to wonder about their purpose for long, as no sooner had he presented them to her then he affixed them, one to each nipple. The intensity of the sensation sent shockwaves through her entire being. 

"I've learned something, pet. Something I think you're quite going to enjoy. Today I'm going to teach you about endorphins," he said, suddenly tugging at her clamped nipples, stretching them excruciatingly downward. "Funny thing, those endorphins. Pain and pleasure bring them on," he continued in a detached, professorial tone. "The body doesn't discriminate, and the brain doesn't care what causes them. All it knows is that it likes them. Powerful, powerful drug." He lectured on, occasionally lashing her across her ass and thighs, causing her to jump and sending her clamps swaying torturously with each stroke. " Today's plan is to give you a nice, healthy dose, and let you...chase the Dragon." He punctuated each word with a vicious downstroke on her shining, cherry red ass and thighs, finally eliciting a cry from her lips. "And what have we here?" she heard him ask, as she felt two fingers penetrate her surprisingly wet depths. "You're dripping right down your thighs for me, aren't you?" 

"Y-yes s-sir," she stammered, feeling herself become lost to the sensation of the pain radiating from her backside and the intensifying pleasure beginning to pulse in waves from her g-spot, which he was aggressively massaging.

"Now, the rules are no different," he reminded her authoritatively, "You will not cum without my permission." He punctuated each word with a long, milking stroke of his fingers. 

She groaned at the pressure, already struggling to comply. "Yes, sir," She gasped, wondering how he managed to push her to this point again so quickly. Suddenly, she felt his fingers withdraw and his weight shift off of the bed. He moved across the room toward the closet. A knot of fear began to tighten in her gut when he turned back toward her and displayed what he had retrieved: a 12' black leather flogger, studded across the back, with the word "Slut" spelled out in reverse letters cut deeply into its thick length. 

Elizabeth jumped as he brushed her backside with the studded side, first one cheek then the other. The metal was cool to the touch. As he drew back suddenly, she tensed and a faint squeak escaped her. Through squinted eyes she saw him smirking, then stars exploded behind her eyelids as the sharp crack of leather against flesh reached her ears. He paused, waiting for the sensation to register, before bringing down another blow - this one to the opposite cheek.

"Count," He growled, before bringing down the flogger again.

"One!" She cried. 

He hit her again.

"Two!"

On it went, past ten, past fifteen... slow, methodical, rhythmic, and beyond her control. By twenty the numbers came out in choked sobs. By twenty-five she couldn't tell if what she felt more was the burning or the numbness, or even if she could think clearly enough to keep track. At thirty she simply yelped loudly in place of any coherent number. He finally gave pause, leaning down to her sweat and tear streaked face, and pressed the edge of the flogger into her mouth. She bit down and tried to regain control of herself.

"I've something to show you, Pet," He whispered, holding a mirror before her face. "Look past yourself, there to the wall. Do you see the mirror? I hope you like what you see, because I most certainly do."

Her view came into focus and in the limited field of the handheld mirror she could see herself from both angles, reflected in the larger mirror. Her eyes were wide as she took herself in: spread and bound, angry red and purple welts already forming on her delicate, skim milk flesh. She could even make out the word SLUT, now emblazoned in overlapping strips across her butt and thighs. What shocked her most, however, was how her arousal had bloomed in the midst of it all; her lips swollen and wide apart, her moisture glistening and now clearly forming rivulets down her quivering thighs. The view disappeared as he pulled the mirror away, setting it atop an end table and opening a drawer.

"This I know you'll like, my pet, but you'll regret it if you like it too much... that I can promise. Can you keep control?"

"I think so, Sir..." Elizabeth panted, although uncertainty tinged her voice. She had managed to control herself fairly well so far, but this was different. An inferno was raging in her, radiating from her glowing ass and soaked loins, and she felt as though it might consume her despite her best efforts. 

"Do you think so?" Well, we'll find out soon enough." He smiled, a playful light tainted with sadistic joy flicked across his eyes, and he held up what he had been digging through the drawer for.



Pet Ch. 06



She had heard of the magic wand, had even seen it on occasional ventures to the darker side of the internet, but she had never experienced one. She heard a loud droning as the switch flicked and the electric massager's engine roared to life. The very sound of it was intense. He took his time, sizing her up with his eyes, enjoying her squirming as he decided how he would begin. Mind finally made up, he slid the vibrator beneath her, pausing millimeters from the dangling weights of her nipple clamps. Her anticipation grew as she waited for him to make contact. When he did, the intensity of the vibration through her agonized nipple was like an electric shock through her body, pleasurable and painful all at once. The weights on both nipples began to bounce and sway as she struggled against her restraints. Switching the wand to her other clamp, he gave it the same measured attention, teasing and toying until she jolted so hard that both clamps popped off.

Elizabeth was in such a frenzy of sensations that she barely noticed the sharp pain as the clamps tugged themselves off of her swollen and stiff nipples. Only after a second or two did she realize that she could no longer feel the weights pendular swinging or the electric vibrations stimulating her anymore. The respite was short lived, as her thought process was shattered by the wand's intense vibration again, this time pressed firmly against her clit. It was the most intense vibration she had ever experienced and it overwhelmed her as she screamed incoherently with pleasure.

"That's it, my pet. Sing me a song." He said, "Sing LOUDLY." Again she felt him penetrate her with his fingers, deftly locating the small pad of spongy tissue that was her g-spot. His technique was different this time, a rhythmic constant tapping, moderately paced, but with the wand pressed to her slit, intensely pleasurable. The additional stimulation was pushing her to the edge and her inner walls began to contract and pulse around his fingers. His motion changed then, the same two fingers pressing and dragging down a small strip of her inner wall over and over, the strokes and pressure increasing her pleasure even forward and driving her inexorably toward the brink of climax. Never changing pace, he began to work the tip of a third finger into her, slowly stretching her and drawing a loud moan of pleasure from her lips. When he had finished working the third finger in, she felt him stiffen his fingers, locking knuckles, tips together and directly on her g-spot. He began to stroke her with a fast paced jerking motion, putting the muscles of his entire arm into it and aggressively fucking her. 

Elizabeth's moan was followed loudly by several more. Panting and gasping, she exerted every scrap of willpower she had to hold herself off, to keep from coming and finding out whatever punishment might have been on his mind. He quickened his pace progressively. "Now the real test begins," He announced, flicking a switch on the handle of the want to it's second, highest setting. 

The intensity of the vibration assaulted Elizabeth's clit like nothing she had experienced before. She convulsed, pitching hard into the wand as the sensation exploded through her, blurring her vision and eliciting a low, guttural groan that rapidly rose in pitch as his fingers continued their pace. Her thoughts raced frantically as she felt her juices beginning to flow around his fingers, trying to regain control of her now inevitable orgasm before she was driven hard over her threshold. The growing knot deep in her core began to quiver, radiating outward through her limbs and she began to plead, gasping through a constant cry of pleasure, "Please...sir, please...may I? m-may iiiiii...."

"May you what?" he asked in a coldly mocking tone. "You can't have permission for ANYTHING you can't ask me for properly, Pet." She knew by his tone that he had no intention of letting her cum, clearly spoken or not, but she was beyond her wits, and the throbbing pulse of the vibrator and rapid, driving assault on her gspot were about to force her to fail him in a most spectacular manner.  

"Please sir, may I cum now?" She managed to squeeze the words out carefully at what she knew was her last instant, and as she finished mouthing the final word, the wand flicked off and his fingers were out of her, and deftly beneath her, reattaching the clamps to her nipples. 

"No, no I don't think you may. Not just yet anyhow. We've just a little more to teach," he whispered into her ear, as he affixed the second clamp, batting each of them in turn to send them swinging. The sharp needles of pain just barely stabbed through the haze she was becoming lost in. "Do you see, my pet?" he asked, "Do you see how your endorphins have risen? When I first set those on you, you squealed. Now you barely feel them swinging hard into one another. Don't speak. Don't cry out. If you can manage not to disobey me now, I might let you cum. Maybe." He punctuated the last word with another slap at her tits, sending the weights clacking into one another again.

Elizabeth lost him from her field of view as he slipped around behind her again. A sharp crack rang out and the sting of the flogger cut through her haze and caused her to yelp a sharp cry. A cry more of surprise than pain, it occurred to her as the second strike connected with her right ass cheek. He took his time, working over her ass and thighs again, varying in intensity and speed, keeping her guessing about every stroke, but soon she found herself fading into the sensation. Still crying out on hard strokes, but barely aware of it as fire radiated from the red, stinging flesh of her lower body, a sort of euphoria enveloped her senses.



Pet Daughter



The silver balls shined as I picked them up. For a few years now I have been lusting over my mother, and right now I have her silver balls that came straight from her pussy.

I played with them in my hands, feeling her juices and smelling the toxic aroma of her pussy.

"Slut up to your room!" My mother and her mistress were home. Quickly tossing the balls back into their place, I then ran out of the room and hid. 

When I knew for she they were in the room, I peaked out and was lucky to see the door slightly ajar. I was in my third year of college, twenty three and no love life. How I became attracted to my mother, well... That's a surprise. It just happened one day. I noticed her breasts, and her butt. Oddly I was attracted to it.

"Okay cunt licker that show you put on tonight had my pussy throbbing, so come and lick me you bitch" My mother without any hesitation immediately started to lick her mistress's pussy. She lapped at it like she hadn't drunk in days.

I couldn't take it anymore and stuck my hand in my pants to finger myself. The moans of her mistress only got me going more. "That's it bitch don't you dare stop!" The sight was so fucking hot I couldn't help but moan a little as I was rubbing my pussy.

My mother meanwhile was licking and sucking like no tomorrow, while her mistress held her head, pushing her in further to her cunt. "Such a good bitch aren't you? Yes baby girl suck mommy's cunt." I finger fucked my pussy watching this sight. I knew my mother was a slut, just didn't know she was into incest playing... That gives me a wicked idea.

"OH FUCK I'M CUMING FUCK!!" My mother didn't stop licking, she licked it for all it was worth. She wasn't satisfied until her Mistress pulled her head up from her pussy.

"Shit cunt licker that was fucking amazing"

"I am too please mistress" my mother answered, her voice dripping with lust.

"Good puppy, does puppy deserve a reward?" My mother literally barked, meaning yes.

"down" the mistress ordered, and mom quickly dropped to her knees in front of the older woman's knees. She scratched my mother behind her ears as she cooed over her.

"Now bitch go fetch me your daughter who's listening and watching us." I was to lost in my cloud of arousal to care that at that moment my mother, on her knees crawling towards me was about to fetch me for her mistress.

"Monica what are you doing?" She whispered.

"Bitch did I say speak? I said fetch her"

"yes mistress, sorry mistress." Mom gestured with her head to follow, and not one to disobey I followed. Mom returned to the foot of my mistress. Kelly looked at me as she petted my mothers head.

"Monica you dirty girl, watching your mommy and I fuck. Naughty girl. I think someone needs to be taught a lesson." Her voice made my skin crawl. I was moaning as I stood.

"Slut teach your daughter a lesson" the mistress ordered, and my mother nodded.

"Yes mistress." My mother stood and sat on the bed. Knowing what was about to happen I bent over her knee for my spanking. Smack!!

I moaned from the heat my mother's hand was producing.

"Oh slut I think your daughter has natural submission in her. Like mother like daughter."

The spanking continued until my juices were actually dripping all over my mother's legs.

"I think I've had enough for one day slut. You and your daughter have a nice night." My mother's mistress scratched mom behind her ears, and petted her head.

"You were a good girl today. I think I shall give you a reward,"

"woof!" my mother answered back with a bark. With one last ruffle of my mothers hair, she left the room. I took a look at my mom, then realized what I was doing! Here I am in my mothers room, naked and horny!

I hurried to my room and masturbated alone, having the most intense orgasm I've had in a while.

The next day I found it really hard to look my mother in the eye, but she didn't seem fazed at all. She talked normally to me, as if nothing happened.

"You know honey you're a very pretty woman, you should" my mother said casually as she put down the plate of pancakes on the floor. I looked at the floor, bewildered at why she just placed my breakfast on the floor.

"Thanks mom.." I couldn't take my eyes off the floor, and my food. Without realizing it I had gotten on my hands and knees. I scooped up my plate in my hands and returned to the table with it. I ate in silence beside my mother, still not being able to look at her.

"I have to go to the store honey." My mom pecked my cheek, grabbing her purse as she did so and then she was out the door. T.V that's what I need. I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and flicked on the T.V, to some talk show. I was maybe only watching for a few minutes when I heard the front door opened. I looked over, it was my mother's mistress.

"Hi Monica. So your mother is out is she?" I nodded, feeling my face blush from embarrassment of what happened last night. I focused my attention back to the T.V. I heard her walking throughout the house for some time, until she blocked the T.V from my view.

"You seemed to enjoy last night,"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I answered. She just slowly reached her hand to my head and petted it. I instantly felt the front of my panties get wet. My breathing was accelerating the more she was petting me.

"I think you enjoy this,"

"n-no," I whimpered weakly. She wagged her finger like she would to a naughty pet.

"I think so. I bet that juicy cunt is leaking." I held my breath as her fingers lightly traced over my pyjama bottoms.

"Soaked right through." I let her continue to rub me there, soon moaning from how good it felt.

"I think puppy needs some release. On your knees." I obeyed, and looked up at my.. Well I guess my mistress now to. She rubbed behind my ear.

"Good puppy." I felt a strong sense of pride at pleasing this woman, and I would obey anything.

"Woof!!" I barked much like my mom did to her last night. I just noticed in her left hand held a collar. It was black and leather, just a plain old collar.

"Every puppy needs a collar." Mistress slipped it around my neck, then attaching a leash to it. She sat in my mother's favourite reclining chair. She tugged on the collar and I crawled to her.

"Show me how much you want release." Mistress pulled down her skirt, since she wasn't wearing panties I was looking at her bare and shaved pussy. My mouth watered and I immediately went to lick, but a sharp tap on my head stopped me. I looked at mistress and whimpered.

"Uh uh bad puppy. I didn't say you could lick me did I?" I whimpered and whined, like a puppy.

"Now ask your mistress properly. Bark for it." I started barking madly, and panting with my tongue. I must be crazy for doing this!

"Ok puppy you've earned it." I proudly began and licked the inside of her pussy with my tongue, skimming the skin with my teeth and slightly biting down. I continued this slow pace, slowly making my way to her hole and then I stuck my tongue in as far as I could. She tasted divine, one of the best pussies I've ever tasted. Her thick cream was coating my face, and I loved it!

"Oh my puppy that's an experienced tongue. Keep it up." My mistress was moaning from my work, as she kept her hands tightly on my hair.

I thought I was going to bring her to an orgasm but just as I thought she was about to, she pushed me away, panting.

"You're an excellent cunt licker slut,"

"Woof!" I replied, which earned me a scratch between my ears.

"Come on puppy it's time for me to train you to do some tricks." She tugged on my leash and I crawled with her to the centre of the room. Mistress got a bar of chocolate that was cut into pieces.

"Roll over." I led on my back and rolled over, barking sometimes.

"Good girl!" Mistress threw me a piece of chocolate and I caught it in my mouth, and happily ate it. Then mistress threw a rubber bone.

"Fetch." I crawled over, picking it up with my teeth and returning it to the foot of my mistress. I was rewarded with another piece of chocolate.

"I think you are trained enough for me to give. Oh and puppies don't wear clothes you silly dog." I had forgot I was still dressed, but my mistress took care of that by ripping them off me.

"Now stay here and don't move puppy." My mistress petted my head affectionately before she left the house. I cocked my head to the side and scrunched up my face. She just left? And I have to stay in this position!? Thank god our floor is carpet. I waited and waited, until finally the door opened and my mistress stepped in with shopping bags in her hand.

"Ruff ruff!" I greeted, and wiggled my butt.

"I guess someone missed me. Good girl for staying there." My mistress got down to my level so I licked the side of her face, and she giggled.

"Let's look at what I bought you puppy." Mistress emptied out the bags, and it held two dog bowls and a tag.

"Is puppy hungry?" I nodded. Mistress led me into the kitchen, where she filled one bowl with water and the other with some left over mac and cheese from yesterday.

"Eat up." She placed them in front of me. I happily dug in, eating like.. Well like a puppy. When I had finished eating, my mistress led me back to the front door. I kept looking at the front door, wondering why I was made to stand here. When the door opened finally, my mother was there.

"Bitch this is you're reward. You're very own puppy," my mistress announced to my mothers shocked expression. What! She's giving me to my mom!?

"She's a good puppy isn't she?"

"Woof!" I answered. I was a good puppy and I will prove it.

"What do you say to your mistress?"

"Thank you mistress! This is a wonderful present!"

"Thought it be to, enjoy her. Give her a name and she's yours,"

"Hmm how about Sophie?" I nodded to my mother. I like it.

"Sophie it is." I had just been given a new name, rather than Monica.

"I bought a cage and it's in your room slut. Take care of your new puppy." Mistress left.

It was now 4 according to the clock. My mom looked at me, then patted my head.

"Does my pup want a snack?"

"Woof!" mom tugged my leash so I crawled along, and we went up the stairs and into her room.

"I want to see how good that tongue is of yours. Get licking." My mother was naked at that point and she was sitting on the edge of her bed. I didn't hesitate, sticking my tongue into the pussy that brought me into this world. She tasted sweet, and her cream was very thick. I couldn't get enough of it! I lapped at it like a good puppy, and had her moaning and writhing from it.

"FUCK I'M CUMING!" I licked relentlessly at her clit until she pulled me up from it.

"Good Sophie." I was prouder then ever that I had made my mother cum. I also began to become slightly aware that my juices were dripping out of my cunt, and the floor was a mess with my juices.

"Does my little puppy need to get off?" I nodded.

"Okay puppy you may get off." With permission I stuck my fingers into my pussy and rubbed but my mom only slapped my face. I whimpered and whined as I looked up at her.

"No puppy use mommy's leg. That's how puppies get off." I didn't give it a thought before I was straddling my mom's knee, rubbing my messy pussy up and down. I humped her, barking and whimpering.

"That's right puppy hump mommy." That dirty talk only helped me, and soon I was humping wickedly like a dog in heat. But it was worth it when I had the most mind blowing orgasm I've ever experienced! I think I blacked out for a few seconds and when I came to I was in a cage. I looked at my mom and whimpered.

"Oh don't look at me like that there's food there." True enough there was food in here, I'm just wondering why I'm in here. I didn't do anything naughty... That I know of.

"Don't worry Sophie you're just there until bedtime. You were a good girl for mommy." I barked my thanks and panted with my tongue.

That night I slept on the foot of my mothers bed, as a puppy and that's how I loved it. Maybe we can't keep this up but I don't want it to end.



Pet for a Day



I wake up to you placing something around my neck. I grumble slightly, groggy from sleep and turn my head to the side, trying to escape whatever it is disturbing my sleep. The pressure against my neck only tightens, and I feel a sharp tug. This really arouses me from my sleep. My eyes jut open and I turn over quickly a scowl on my face, until I see you. My eyes morph into a look of confusion as I see you putting a collar around my neck. 

"But, why..." I say, being quickly cut off by a slap to my face.

"What, did you think you weren't going to get punished for yesterday, whore? Talking back to me and using that smart mouth of yours all day. You're going to learn your lesson today." You state harshly, a look of pure frustration and determination on your face. 

You bring your hand up to my jaw, squeezing tightly, forcing my head to tip up, and my eyes to look at you.

"Look at me bitch." You say, squeezing my jaw tightly before sliding your hand down to my neck. 

Your finger looped into the metal ring on the front of the collar. Pulling my face up close to yours before biting my lip hard, causing me to cry out a little. I don't say a word as you slide off the side of the bed, standing up with your finger still hooked in the metal loop. You force me to scramble forward to avoid choking myself. Once you've pulled me so my head is hanging slightly off the edge of the bed, you force me to look up. 

You pull my slightly against your groin before forcing my head down toward the ground, my ass staying on the edge of the bed. My body is at an awkward angle, and I have to grab onto your ankles to avoid sliding completely off of the bed. Your hands reach down and knead at my ass roughly. 

"This is the way I like you, face down...ass up." You say cruelly, your hand smacking my ass roughly.

"Today, you're going to be my little pet. Do you understand me?"

I muttered a "Yes, Sir" in response. 

You slapped my ass roughly "Say what, my pet. I can't hear you..."

"Yes SIR. I say louder and clearer, a tone of attitude still present in my voice. 

"I see you're still set on being disrespectful." You say matter of factly.

I can hear the disapproving frown in your face, despite not being able to see it. Suddenly you pull away, making me slump forward slightly, my face rubbing against the carpet harshly. I quickly scramble to not fall all the way off the bed, managing to catch myself. You look down at me in this position and laugh slightly 

"Don't move bitch." You say before walking off. 

I hear your footsteps quiet, and you had to be gone at least five minutes. My arms were starting to shake from holding myself in this position. The blood rushing to my head made me dizzy. I let out a groan of discomfort before I hear your footsteps growing louder again. I turn my head so I could see you walk back in the room. I could tell you had something in your hands, but I didn't know what. You stepped back over me, your foot landing on my hair and pulling slightly. You grab my hips roughly, lifting them and sliding my panties off.

"You won't need these today." You say with a smile. 

My hands dig into the carpet as you let my hips drop, sending me sliding a little more. I feel your fingers kneading at my ass again, but I also feel something soft brush against me. I was confused. I didn't recognize this as something we had ever used before.

"I ordered you a little present the other day...well maybe it's more of a present for Me." you say to me, before spreading my cheeks.

I'm helpless to do anything, most of me crumpled on the floor. I hear you open a bottle and poor a cool liquid onto my ass. You rub it into my crack and against my hole. My eyes widened because I literally had no idea what you were doing. I felt something cold and hard pressing against my asshole, and sliding into it. My hips withered at the pressure, it felt huge. I slumped forward, but you grabbed my hips forcing me to stay in place.

"I said don't move you fucking whore." You say, demanding obedience. 

You place your foot on my back, forcing my breasts and face harder into the ground. I'd figured out by now that whatever you were putting into me was a butt plug, I felt the smooth pop of it as it was all the way in and reached the indent in the plug. You finished the whole process with a hard slap against my ass cheek. You quickly transitioned, pulling your foot off of me and grabbing me by my hair, forcing the remaining part of my body off of the bed and onto the floor.

"You're going to spend all day today on your hands and your knees, being my little fuck toy. My little pet." you rasped at me. 

Pulling me forward slightly by my hair. "Now take that shirt off." 

I lifted my arms up quickly to pull my shirt off. Not wanting to displease you. The butt plug offered discomfort as I moved, bigger than what I was used to. I tried to steal a quick glance at what was in my ass before settling back down on my hands, but you interpreted my thoughts and grabbed my hair forcing me to look back down at the ground. 

"All in good time my pet." You said.

You reached around behind you to pull something out of your pocket. I recognized it as a leash. I groaned as you clasped the leash onto my collar and yanked suddenly, making me fall forward. I knew this was the beginning of a long day...



Pet for Markus



The large house was full of noise as the day shift came on. More people were working around the rooms than at night, which was surprising, given the nature of the work done in this house. 

The clever little maid known to her employers only as Pet moved through the lower floor quickly, picking up things left lying around the evening before. She stepped aside when someone came near her, letting them pass so she could continue with her work. 

Inside the large bathing room, Pet gasped at the mess. One of the four Jacuzzi tubs must have burst a pipe during the night. There was water everywhere! 

From a nearby utility closet, Pet got out a mop and began to clean up. Luckily, once the water was out of the Jacuzzi, the tub didn't fill. It had a special level indicator that kept it from refilling if it got below a certain point. And thankfully, that must have kicked in. Pet bent over the mop, wiping the water from the floor. Her short black and white maid's outfit tilted up behind her. But no one was around to notice her pert bottom in black lace panties peeking out. 

The mess wasn't too great, and the water-proofed tiling of the bathing room floor was not damaged at all. She'd still have to call in a repairman, but the most important thing right now was the clean up the mess. 

Suddenly a pair of warm hands found her buttocks, and she jumped up, startled. Whipping around, Pet looked into the eyes of Markus Hansen, her employer. He out of all the people working here owned her. 

Literally. 

"Hello, my pet," he whispered. His voice was deep, rumbling. 

"Hello Mr. Hansen," Pet answered. "I'm just cleaning up this...mess...here." 

But the man wasn't listening to her. His mouth was coming closer, closer, and his hands were slipping upwards along her thighs. 

Pet pulled away, turning her face to one side. 

"I have so much work to do today, Mr. Hansen. Please, I must get back to work." 

She dared to look back at Markus' face, and found his eyes to be angry, ravishing. 

"You forget your place, pet, and why you are here. All of this..." he said, gesturing with his hand at the wet floor. "All of this is just extra." 

Again his hands found her bottom, gripping her tightly and pulling her to him. 

"Now, remember for a moment, and do not say no to me again." 

Pet could feel his hot breath against her mouth as she closed her eyes. Even though she put her hands against his chest, she did not pull away or resist. Quickly his mouth met hers, sucking on her lips passionately. He moved his hands to the waistband of her panties, beneath her short and fluffed up skirt. He slipped his fingers inside, and began to knead and squeeze her round soft bottom. 

She couldn't resist him, had never been able to resist him. And she had only come here to work for him and his company so that she could be near him, all day long. Each night as she lay in bed, she waited for him to come to her. Sometimes, he did. Most times, he did not. So now that his mouth was against hers, his tongue parting hers, his fingers spreading her ass, Pet could not push Markus away. 

His dark fingers dug into her flesh, then he began to pull her panties down. He didn't care that it was mid-morning, that anyone could come into the bathing room and see him touching and fondling the hired help. 

Pet moaned as his fingers slipped into the crack of her bottom, teasing her anus ruthlessly. She turned her face to one side, and Markus began to bite at her neck, pulling at the flesh there with his teeth. 

"I want you so badly," he groaned into her ear, nipping at the lobe. "I am going to have you, right here, right now." 

Down to the floor he pushed her, right into the puddles of lukewarm water. Pet gasped, resting on her elbows and looking up at Markus. Slowly, achingly slowly, he began to undo his belt. His eyes burned into her, never leaving her face. He unzipped his dark slacks and let them fall to his ankles. Then he pulled down his silk briefs, and his member jutted out, erect and solid and thick. 

Pet gasped again, putting the back of one hand to her mouth. Her outfit was completely soaked now, but so was her privacy. She glared at him hungrily, her mouth wet with her desire as she studied his cock. It had been so long since last she had seen him this lustful for her. She could not deny him anything, now. 

Markus attacked her, diving down to her torso with his mouth and hands. Mercilessly he tore aside the loose blouse top of the maid's outfit, exposing her pale white breasts to his teeth. He chewed on each nipple, gnawing on them hard, making Pet cry out.   She lay back beneath him, her fingers flexing in his dark hair. His moustache tickled her as he moved his mouth over her areolas, his lips pulling and sucking there. 

"Every day, I see you. Every day, you wear this small outfit that hides nothing of your charms. Every day, you drive me crazy for you." 

His mouth was hot as he leaned over her, kissing at her nips, stroking her hair. 

"I want you, in all ways, in every way." 

With ease Markus turned Pet over, putting her stomach and face to the wet floor. She moaned, pulling her hands out from beneath her breasts. Her nipples became hard in the water, pressed against the cool beige tile of the bathing house floor. Now the man's heavy hands were on her buttocks. He was pulling them apart. 

Pet knew he liked to inspect her, to tease her with the chance he could reject her. Markus' fingers played at her puckered flower, teasing the rim of her anus. 

"You are clean, always so clean. That is something I love about you." 

Now he moved forward, and without mercy, inserted himself into her ass. He pushed his thick cock past the rim of her anus, through the ridge of tight muscles, and into her enveloping heat. 

"You are my pet, you feel so good," he groaned. 

Markus leaned over the maid, pressing his chest against her wet uniform, bunching her skirt beneath his waist. Onward he pushed, until he had buried himself within her to the hilt. His lips brushed the skin behind her ear. 

"Only you do this for me. You never complain. You are my precious pet." 

"Yes, yes I am," Pet moaned. 

She tilted her head back, resisting the urge to cry out as her ass burned from Markus' thickness inside. He was so big, so thick and solid, like a rock. 

The dark man began to saw in and out of her ass, pulling himself out almost all the way, then purposely thrusting hard back inside. Each thrust brought a new fire, until Pet felt like she was filled with liquid lava. 

Markus rocked her body in the puddles, moving between her legs and in her bottom. She could feel him tensing, as if he might cum right away. But then he pulled out, gasping himself and dragging fingers along her spine. 

"No," he whispered, leaning down to her. "Not yet." 

Now he lifted her by one hip and turned her around. His mouth voraciously attacked her breasts again, making her cry out from the pain of his teeth on her sensitive pink nipples. 

"Please, Mr. Hansen. Be careful, please!" she pleaded. 

But his teeth bit into her without mercy. He mashed her breasts together and fed from both at once. 

"I must have these, as well," he hissed. 

Markus straddled Pet's waist, then moved upward. She watched as his jutting cock head moved closer and closer to her. With his thick fingers, Markus reached down and pinched her nipples, his eyes watching as he tweaked and tugged them. Pet whimpered. Then she saw that each time she whimpered, his cock bounced and throbbed. 

She had never seen Markus so excited. He reached out and grabbed one breast in each hand. Pulling them apart, he slid further up her body, until his cock was almost at her mouth. He lay it down on her breastbone, leaving it there for a moment to throb. Then he folded her breasts over his shaft, rolling their flesh against his rigidity. 

"Mmm," he moaned, closing his eyes. 

Slowly, Markus began to fuck Pet's tits. He squeezed them hard, pushing the nipples between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. He began to buck forward and back, mashing the mammary flesh around his cock. 

"Everything about you is so perfect, my precious pet. So perfect." 

Quicker and quicker he began to move. Pet stroked his legs at her sides. She could see a pearl of precum on the head of his cock, oozing out the small slit there. It made her lick her lips. 

Markus gruffly took her hands from his legs and placed them on her own breasts. He showed her how to press them against his cock, how to squeeze them hard there, around him. And with his free hands, he lifted Pet's head. 

"Suck me, my pet," he whispered, his eyes burning into hers. Markus lifted the maid's head up with his two hands. She opened her mouth, flicking out with her tongue towards his cock head. Whenever he thrust forward, the head of his cock met her tongue. Markus pushed harder, further, lifting her head up more. Soon, he was fucking her lips, her breasts creating a tight sheath for his shaft and her lips giving him suction. 

"Oh, my pet, you are perfection! Oh!' 

He was about to cum. She could taste it, feel it emanating from his thickness. But Markus pulled away at the last minute. 

"No," he said to himself. "No, I must have you in all ways." 

Tenderly now, he cupped her sex, wriggling his fingers against her labia. 

"Want me, my pet. Burn for me." 

He slipped two thick digits into Pet, and she moaned. One of his hands still cupped the back of her neck, and he put his mouth over hers, sucking her cries of pleasure from her very mouth. His fingers writhed serpent-like inside her, causing her to buck against her will with her hips. 

"Mmm, how you want me. I can feel you curling around me, your juices, so thick around my fingers." 

Markus slipped his fingers out of Pet's privacy, and slowly brought them to his mouth. He lapped them, his face inches away from her own. And then he leaned down and kissed her. 

His tongue slid into her mouth again, and she could taste herself. He pressed into her, his body moving over her. She could feel the heat of him between her thighs now, feel his anxious cock pressing through her labia. Then, with a quick slip, he found her and entered. Into her he thrust, his cock diving to her depths. 

Pet moaned, pulling away from Markus' kiss. Her legs slipped up around the backs of his, hugging him to her tightly. She lifted her hips from the wet floor of the bathing room and ground herself against him. 

"Oh, Pet. Oh Pet!" Markus cried. 

Into her he thrust, harder, faster, deeper. His hands pinned her shoulders down and he lifted off of her. She opened her eyes, looking at his dark face. His own gaze was locked on the site of entry, as he watched his own cock pistoning in and out of her tightness. In and out he went, in and out. 

Then Markus released her shoulders and put his hands on Pet's legs. He lifted them high, gripping her ankles in one hand and bending her at the knees, then pushed them forward until her thighs were squashed against her breasts. She put her hands out into the puddle of water surrounding her, steadying herself as all her weight came to bear on the backs of her shoulders. 

With her bottom raised off the floor now, Markus knelt behind her. His cock thrust into her puss, at an angle that made him spear her walls. He watched himself, groaning as he fucked her. 

Then, with her legs rounding out her bottom and lifting it off the floor, he used his free hand and pulled his cock out of her pussy. With a quick experienced move, he jammed it into her already wetted asshole. 

For a few moments, he watched himself fucking her ass. Pet could see his face, could see the delight he was feeling. Then he pulled out and took her privacy again, owning both of her entries. He continued this for a few moments, but soon it was too much even for him. His face contorted, twisting. 

Pet gasped, knowing what would come next. Markus stroked himself, flicking the bulbous head of his cock over each hole as he jerked himself off. 

And then, at last, he came, pouring his hot seed over all of Pet's intimate parts. She gasped, feeling his release. 

Markus stroked himself, groaning loudly, until his orgasm was complete. Finally, he released himself and lowered Pet's legs carefully. 

Panting, Pet took a few moments to breath. She had been twisted this way and that, she had been fucked and she had sucked. Her body tingled with its own hungers now. 

But Markus just stood up. 

She looked at him from her position on the floor, lying in the puddles of water from the broken Jacuzzi nearby. His clothes were soaked. He didn't even bother to pull his pants or briefs up, he just stepped out of them, picking them up as he looked down at the maid. 

Markus made a kiss with his lips and blew it towards Pet. 

"I owe you, my pet. Wait for it, I will pay you back for this day." 

And with that, her employer walked away, leaving her to clean up the mess before any patrons came by and noticed. 

And she still had to call that repairman. 



Pet Girl Ch. 01



Hayley yawned and sat up in bed. She blinked a few times, her small room greeting her. She stood up from bed, her nude body disappearing in to her closet. She grabbed a purple tank top, a pair of short shorts and her underwear. Hayley quickly dressed, then headed to the kitchen and grabbed a bagel.

She spread cream cheese on the bagel and walked out of the house, heading to work while eating the bagel. She finished the bagel and stepped in to the flower shop. Hayley heard her boss, Mr. Oliver, say, "Morning, Hayley. How are you?"

Hayley smiled. "Ok. Justin seems to be leaving me alone, finally. I just want to work."

Mr. Oliver nodded. "I love to hear that. Grab your smock and get out there."

Hayley donned her blue smock and waited for customers to walk in. All she had to do was ask what they wanted and lead them to it. Easy job. Good pay. After about three or four customers, a young man walked in. He was about six inches taller than Hayley, who was 5'3". 

He had deep green eyes and brown hair, and he wore a grey suit. He smiled as he walked in. "Hello, miss, I'm looking for a dozen roses." He said.

Hayley said, "Well, we've got bouquets over in that far corner. Roses will be the last in the row."

The man smiled. "Thank you. Would you mind accompanying me? I need to know what I'm really looking at, since I know very little about flowers."

Hayley nodded and led him to the roses. "So, a dozen roses? Who's the special lady?"

The man replied, "My mother. She's moving to California, and I wanted to get her something nice. I'm Derek, by the way."

Hayley handed him a bouquet of roses. "Well, Derek, these are dethorned roses, so they're easier to handle."

Derek took the roses and nodded. "Perfect. Now, Hayley, right? I mean, that's what your name tag says, anyway. I was wondering if you'd like to go to dinner with me. I have a job that I think you might like to participate in."

Hayley looked at him, a bit confused. It was sudden, and she barely knew the guy. But it was about a job, so... why not? "Ummm... Ok. Sure."

Derek grinned widely. "Great. There's a good restaurant downtown, Paul's Place. I'll meet you there at, say, 7?"

Hayley nodded. "Ok. Yeah. Now, about the roses, you'll have to go up to Mr. Oliver."

"Thank you, Hayley. I'll see you tonight." He smiled nervously and went to pay for his roses.

Hayley watched him go, smiling in spite of himself. She heard Mr. Oliver say, "So, a date, huh?"

"Oh, shut up." Hayley replied, still smiling.

Mr. Oliver laughed.

Hayley straightened out her blonde hair, her blue eyes staring back at her in the mirror. She had decided to wear a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. She had black heels and a tiny bit of makeup, since she never really wore makeup unless absolutely necessary.

She grabbed her purse and headed toward Paul's Place, reaching the little restaurant in about 20 minutes and walked in. She scanned the crowd and found Derek after a few moments, then walked over to him. Derek stood and hugged her. "You made it." He commented.

Hayley sat and said, "Wouldn't miss it."

The evening progressed well. They talked and ate and talked some more. But Derek said nothing about the job he mentioned. An hour after Hayley arrived, they left the restaurant and went for a walk. Hayley, after some internal debate, asked, "So, you mentioned a job when we talked in the flower shop?"

Derek smiled. "Ah, yes. I think we should go to someplace a bit more private before we talk about your job. Your place, maybe?"

Hayley nodded, and they walked to her house. She opened the door and turned on the lights to find... "Hey, bitch."

There sat Justin, her dick of an ex-boyfriend. He had been bothering her recently. "Get the fuck out, Justin." Hayley ordered.

Justin stood. "Who the hell is this prick?"

Hayley sighed angrily. "This is Derek, my date."

Justin walked closer to Derek and said, "You'd better leave the house, Derek. Or I'll be forced to fuck you up."

Derek laughed, bending over in laughter. When he could finally regain his composure, he replied, "No you won't."

Justin raised a fist. "Yeah, I will. You dick."

Hayley said, "Leave, Justin."

Justin looked at her and ordered, "Step back, bitch."

Hayley slapped him hard. Justin stared at her, surprised. "You little bitch."

She screamed, "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Justin gritted his teeth, but he did as she told him to. "Fuck both of you." He muttered.

Hayley grabbed a vase and threw it with all her might at Justin. He shouted in surprise and sprinted out the door as the glass shattered on the wooden floor. Hayley let herself breathe for a minute, then turned to Derek. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

Derek let a small smile grace his face. "It's alright. Why don't we get that vase cleaned up and talk about that job after?"

Hayley nodded. "Alright. Thank you, Derek."

"No problem."

Once they had cleaned up all the glass a half hour later, they sat on the couch and Hayley said, "So... this job. What is it, really?"

Derek answered with a question, "Do you know what being submissive means, sexually?"

Hayley blushed. "Yeah. Why?"

Derek said, "Well, there is a certain submissive lifestyle that I want you to embrace for this job."

"Submissive lifestyle? What do you mean?"

Derek thought for a moment, choosing his words carefully, "You would be trained as a pet, a puppy girl, you could say. You would be my property, my dog. I would train you myself. It would only be with your consent, of course, and you would be well compensated."

Hayley's eyes widened. She thought about what he was offering: she would be a pet. A dog. Some part of her liked the idea, but she wasn't sure. "What if I don't like it?" She asked.

Derek answered, "Well, I would train you for a week, train you in the ways of being a dog and being a pet. You would be paid for the week, and extra if you decide to keep with it. And you can withdraw at any time and still get the same amount of money for the training."

Hayley thought hard. "How much for the week?"

"One thousand dollars."

Hayley's jaw dropped. "Really? One thousand?"

"I never joke, Hayley." Derek said.

Hayley racked her brain. "Are there any conditions?"

"No. The only condition for the thousand is that you at least try out the training. Everything else, I will teach you during training."

Hayley though hard for about five minutes without saying anything. Finally, "Yes. I will endure the week. I can endure anything for a week."

Derek grinned. "Splendid. I'll take you to my house tomorrow morning, or now if you'd like."

Hayley asked, "What will I need at your house?"

"Nothing. I can take you now and it would be the same as if I came in the morning." Derek answered.

Hayley nodded. "Ummm, ok. Sure. Lets go."

They left Hayley's house and walked a few blocks to get to Derek's car. They got inside, then Derek began to drive out of town and to his house about a half hour away.

They arrived a half an hour later to a mansion. It was enormous. It was a large white structure with a pool in the back and tons of rooms. Hayley stepped inside, taking it all in. "This place is awesome! It's... fantastic."

Derek grinned. "Thank you. Now, the training will sort of start tonight. First of all, I'll be right back."

He disappeared for a minute, then returned with a black leather collar with a ring for a leash in hand. He showed her the collar and said, "You'll be wearing this. First, though, you'll have to get naked."

Hayley asked, "Why do I have to be naked?"

"Pets don't wear clothes." Derek replied.

Hayley had to give him that one. She pulled off her heels, then unzipped and took off her skirt. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her panties. She took off her bra, exposing her C cup boobs. Derek picked up her clothes and put them in a bag. "For the end of the week, when you need clothes."

Hayley nodded. Derek took the collar and strapped it around her neck. He smiled. "You are a very beautiful pet. Now, get on the ground. Like a dog."

Hayley sat on her knees, looking up at Derek. "Ok, so you are not allowed to speak from here on out. Bark if you understand."

Hayley barked. So far, not so bad. Derek said, "So, you are only allowed to bark, no talking. I have set up a sleeping area for you."

He grabbed a leash and clipped it on the ring on Hayley's collar, then began to walk. "Come on, girl." He urged.

Hayley followed on all fours, stopping when he stopped. In front of her was a cage. She frowned momentarily, then dispelled her fears. She would be fine. Derek stroked her hair and said, "Since we already ate, you don't need to eat tonight. Or drink, really. Now, get inside the cage, girl."

Hayley hesitantly took steps toward the cage and fit herself in the cage. She was curled in a loose ball, and Derek unclipped the leash. "Good night, girl. I'll find a name for you in the morning."

He closed the cage door and slid the bolt closed. Derek patted her head through the bars, then left the room and turned off the light. Hayley thought for a few minutes. Why did she agree? Would she like this "submissive lifestyle"?

Some part of her liked the idea. Some part wasn't sure. And the rest of her just wanted to sleep. So she did.

*

To be continued...

Author' Note: I have had problems finishing series before. But I love this fetish, so I will most definitely be continuing this. Unfortunately, by the time this is posted, I will probably already be in Norway. I have no idea if I'll have an Internet connection where I'm headed, so I might just be gone for three weeks. If not, though, I will continue writing.