2 comments/ 27522 views/ 7 favorites A Pet Named Kari By: seat542 Introduction: Last summer I was contacted by a reader who enjoyed my writings as well as my style. She requested a story covering many taboos along with many of her fantasies. Our correspondence helped me gain insight into her desires. Likewise, she gained a bit of insight about this writer. One of my stories, "The Coffee Shop," turned her on with the thought of Barbara and Russ taking her. Time demands from work and family (the nerve) made writing this story a prolonged work. My apologies to my fan, whom I have renamed, Pet Kari..... It is written from two perspectives to allow the thoughts of fantasies of each woman to come forward...... Enjoy... ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** Everything started about a year ago when I met this most wonderful man, Russ Gilbert, at our local coffee shop. (You can read the whole story of our meeting in his submission entitled The Coffee Shop.) My name is Barbara Hayes. I am in my early 50s and still quite fit. Some women won't reveal their age, but I am very much a realist. In case you haven't read Russ' story, I am a natural red head, and plan to stay that way via the magic of my stylist. I love the contrast of my shaggy, layered locks against my creamy white skin. Russ finds it to be very erotic and always becomes aroused when he sees me naked. As he puts it, "There is something about your long, thick nipples and pink areolas that drive me wild. Or is it your smooth mound with your little wisp of red hair that sends me over the edge?" Either way, his arousal gets me aroused, which often causes a spontaneous round of lust. To say our relationship is built on sex has some merit. Both of us had "interesting" past lives in which sex was non-existent and/or taboo. However, neither of us stopped pursuing our needs. My trysts led to the break-up of my marriage, and Russ' took him into the depths of the professional community. When we met, we were both finally in a position to seek the life style we craved. As fate would have it, we were instantly attracted to one another. It turned out to be a whirlwind week of conversation and dinners, ending with two days of deeply passionate and kinky sex. Having been in relationships before, we knew this was special. We clicked socially, professionally, as well as sexually. Both of us are Bi, with me being more attracted to my sex than Russ is to his. He wasn't the type to go to bars looking for a guy, but he loves the interaction when we are involved with another couple or when I choose someone to join us. On the other hand, I love women; probably a bit more than men....although that is too close to call. I love the soft, smoothness of their bodies, the tenderness of their kiss, the wetness of their vagina, the receptiveness of their nipples, as well as their makeup and fashion. It's been said that women dress and primp for other women, and I believe this is true, and I choose my look accordingly. My style typically includes bronze and copper tones, black eye-liner, and coordinated lip and nail colors. When I go with orange shades for my lips and nails, it always turns heads. Those are the shades and tones which bring life to my hazel eyes and red locks. Clothing wise, I love a blouse that reveals a bit of my 38-B+s. I am not too top heavy, so my revealing sends the message I'm showing on purpose. As for the rest of my attire, something to complement my 38, 28, 38 frame, be it tailored slacks or a tapered skirt. Guys always look, that's expected. But when a woman looks, and gives me that lingering glance, I instantly become aroused and get creamy. I love to seduce women and lure them into my sexual web of lust. It is so erotic to tap into their hidden fantasies and make them reveal their locked up desires. By nature, I am dominate. It doesn't mean I don't enjoy being guided through a session of passion (again, read the Coffee Shop). However, I am usually the aggressor, the leader, the person to take charge in most everything I do. It is so arousing to plan-out a tryst. Both Russ and I crave role-play and the deeper, darker side of kink. The men and women that catch our attentions are those who also send a message with their looks. We lean towards the well-groomed, and not today's 'scruffy look.' A man's face with three days of whiskers between my thighs is irritating in many ways. Clean-shaven is my taste. ****** As Russ wrote in the Coffee Shop, we have been together for a year. It took about three months before we moved in together. Our families had to meet. Yes, even parents need the approval of their kids in matters of the heart--just so they don't think we are out of our minds. Having hid behind vanilla existences for years, we knew exactly what to say, and how to gain our kids' approvals. We both passed with flying colors. Since Russ' town house was free and clear and I rented, it made sense for me to move in with him. In less than a month, I was able to transform his place from tastefully manly, to exquisitely feminine. Russ says I have an eye for style and he was very pleased with my changes. The most intriguing change was the basement. We wanted a play space for "special" activities and since it was unfinished, it was the logical place to put one. The only problem was going to be family. What happens when they visit? Our kids may or may not understand....but what happens when there are grandchildren? So we got clever. Being somewhat a handyman, Russ partitioned the basement into three sections. The family room was directly at the bottom of the stairs. It had the windows, sliding doors to the outside patio, and enough area that no one would be overly curious about the rest of the basement. Still, if someone was curious, the room behind the family room was our office where Russ would work on his software projects, pay bills, etc. Since there was a first floor laundry room, no one would have a reason to go into this 'Keep Out' area. Behind that was our "special" playroom, which we called the Cathedral. You entered through a sliding bookcase in the office—yes, the kind you see in the movies, but this one was password protected and controlled via a networked computer. (As Russ is a former engineer turned teacher still dabbling in software development, he geeked out on this project—clever man!) The inside was done in a gothic underground style complete with altar, cages, slings, racks, a hoist, and an immersion style well made from a hot tub. The room walls, as well as the outside of the tub, were covered with an actual stone veneer. The tops of the altar and immersion well were smoothed textured limestone. This gave an ancient, ritualistic feel to our activities. A special stone textured paint was used to cover and coat the bottom and sides of the well. "No-slip" strips were on the bottom, making it perfect for all types of fluid and toilet play. We adore this type of kink and I am a heavy gusher when I cum as well. The Cathedral was stocked with a vast assortment of implements ranging from the simple to the complex. Although the room wasn't ultra large, it could accommodate six to eight players comfortably or should I say uncomfortably. We even had three Sybians for group activities; more on this later on. ******** Over the past few months, I've had my eye on a new co-worker of mine. Her name is Kari Pointer, a senior level manager for our pharmaceutical company. We are essentially peers but in different lines. I've known about her for years, but it wasn't until she transferred into our Chicago office that I met her. Her reputation in the Boston office was that of a bitch. Great! Everyone loves working for a bitch or any type of person that makes life miserable. I didn't know why she had the reputation but I kept an eye on her...for a number of reasons. First, she was very attractive. Kari was the type of woman who made me cream just by looking at her. She had shoulder length blond hair, bright blue eyes and stood about 5'6", a couple of inches shorter than me. Kari bore a strong resemblance to Elizabeth Rohm with the exception of the bust line. She was a generous 36 D...a very lovely 36 D I might add. At meetings, Kari was always on top of things. Nothing slipped by. If something was due, she asked about it. If it wasn't available, she asked why. Kari was direct, but not wrong. She could use a lesson in being a bit softer with her fellow workers, but she was effective in her role. We chatted a few times early on, but nothing extensive. I did notice however, her lingering looks when she thought I wasn't watching. Although she was all business at the office, there was an air about her that told me she might possibly be bi or gay. At company gatherings, she never flirted with any of the men, who constantly hit on her. She always kept any conversation very business-like. I felt like she was hiding something. Given her looks, demeanor and confidence, I guessed her age to be about 10 years younger than me....somewhere in her early forties. One afternoon, I needed a couple copies of a contract and went to the copy room. Kari was there making a few copies of something. We said hello, but before I could start a conversation, our local office 'Romeo' came in. "Ladies," he said in a 'look what I've found' manner, "to what do I owe this honor? Betty, looking sharp and sexy as always." His eyes ran up and down my torso, as he mentally fucked me. I gave him a 'get lost' look. "Now, this must be the lovely Kari Pointer." He wasn't lying when he said Kari looked lovely. She was wearing a sleeveless dark yellow blouse with a black crepe A-line skirt. Her smooth blonde locks brushed the top of her blouse, and the crepe clung seductively to her nicely shaped buttocks. Romeo was now standing next to her, making ever so slight rotations of his hips. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am....." Kari cut him off at the knees. "I know who you are. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of adding your name to this sexual harassment report I am about to file with HR. Now you have a choice, leave now or your name goes onto this report." Kari was pointing to the document she was copying. Her look was stone cold and it worked. The jerk left without making another sound. "Wow," was my response. "You took care of him in a hurry." A little smirk crossed her face as she continued copying her document. It wasn't a harassment report, just a standard contract. "Men are such asses. They think with the wrong head. They don't have a clue what women want or need." This was the first time I saw any glimpse of outside life in Kari. I took advantage of the opening. "Sounds like the voice of experience talking," I replied adding a hint of question to my voice. Kari looked at me as if she was going to spew forth the history behind her story. Her mouth opened but she caught herself saying, "That's a conversation for a later time." Again an opening...."How about tonight after work. Say 6:30 at Ernesto's?" Kari paused, turning her head towards me. You could see a million thoughts running through her mind. Before she had a chance to say anything, I added..."My treat. It's sort of a 'Welcome to Chicago" thing. I've wanted to invite you for drinks for a while now, but I never got the chance." Kari blushed, got just a tiny bit flustered, but smiled saying, "Sure, I'd like that." This was not the same cold bitch that just took the office Romeo out at the knees. This was a shyer woman, a bit passive. A number of thoughts crossed my mind as I finalized our plans with a "Great, I'll see you then." Not wanting to enter into a prolonged conversation, I left without copying my document. I went to another machine, made my copies and spent the rest of the day in a pre-occupied state of mind. ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** The move/transfer to Chicago was brutal. I spent years in Boston and had developed a network of friends that would be impossible to replace. Even though Chicago was a bigger market with more opportunities both professionally and socially, my lifestyle wasn't something I could simply pick-up and transfer. I had a number of personalities in Boston. No, it wasn't Schizophrenia, but rather I had a professional persona, a social persona, and a sexual persona. It took years before my social and sexual persona ever crossed paths, and they never crossed over into my professional life. My professional was very important to me for a number of reasons: 1) I wasn't married; 2) I wasn't ever going to be married; 3) Any relationship I had certainly wasn't going to change my marital status at work. By now, you should be thinking that I am a Lesbian. It's true but with a twist. I'm a 90/10 Lesbian. What this means is simple. Ninety percent of the time I am attracted to women, but there are times (say ten percent) when I crave and need cock. It may seem a bit odd, but the understanding comes in my statement of being attracted to women versus craving and needing cock. I've had relationships with guys, but they just didn't work out. There was no spark, no jump, no excitement. Women on the other hand turn me on all the time. I am drawn to older, classier, more sophisticated women. I am putty in the hands of a woman who takes control; and I might add, an older, classier, take-charge man captures me much in the same way. At work, I have the reputation of being a bitch. I demand much from my co-workers, but there is nothing I ask that I wouldn't expect from myself. So being a bitch is probably just the catchall phrase for being a bit of an ice queen with my fellow employees. I consider myself attractive with blonde hair, blue eyes, and striking features. However, the size of my breasts, generous Ds, always brings out the lechers. If I had a dollar for every time a guy hit on me, I wouldn't need to work. Furthermore, since guys aren't my first preference, it's easy to kill any come-ons at work, and keep things focused on the tasks at hand. Ironically, the first person I saw in Chicago was Barbara Hayes. On my first day in the new office, she was walking in a few feet in front of me. She embodied everything I found attractive in another woman—style, grace, looks, control. And she was a bit older which really turned me on. As it turns out we were peers, but in other departments. She was more senior that I, but we often went to the same meetings, as well as work functions. Barbara was different than me in that she seemed to enjoy the come-ons from co-workers, both men and women. She had an aura about her that was simply sensual. It was as if people knew she craved sex, but at the same time, they knew it wasn't going to be with them. Barbara made people feel good when they hit on her. She seemed to take it as a compliment. In meetings, other senior managers seemed a bit intimidated by my style. Barbara was the exception. She listened to what I had to say and answered appropriately. Nothing seemed to fluster her. Missed deadlines were simply that, missed deadlines. There was always a logical reason for everything. Her style made others envious, but in a good way. That's why she was a senior manager with a good chance of making it higher up in the company. Every time I saw her, I wanted her. She turned me on so much; I had trouble maintaining self-control. From time to time she would catch me watching her. Barbara would simply smile and continue with whatever she was doing. As fate would have it, we were both in the copy center when Gerry What's-His-Name, God's Gift to the Planet, hit on both of us at the same time. Barbara gave him the typical brush off, but I took him out at the knees. I made a little comment about guys, and the next thing I know, Barbara asked me out for drinks. I accepted on the spot and have to admit my comments were a bit of a come on. Barbara knew it too. She also knew exactly how to handle it. The rest of the day I was a mess in anticipation. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** At the end of the day, I called Russ. I had to leave a message telling him I was going out for cocktails with an interesting 'female co-worker.' I knew that would get his attention. Going to the rest room, I freshened my make-up and did a quick brush out on my hair. For having worked all day, I looked pretty good. I arrived at Ernesto's around 6:15 and Kari was already there, sitting at one of the patio tables. It was a beautiful day, sunny and a perfect 75 degrees. Kari was ordering a white wine when I showed up and I ordered the same. Our waitress was a cute, young girl with nice curves. Both Kari and I gave her a second glance. Our conversation started off about work, her transfer and how she was getting accustomed to Chicago. When our wines arrived, I toasted Kari, welcoming her to Chicago. The wine was excellent and we had the first one down in no time. After the second glass arrived, I broke the ice by asking about her comment that men think with the wrong head. Kari gave a little smile of disbelief as she shook her head saying, "I don't know what it is about men? They seem to think that women are simply here for their needs. And the more attractive the woman, the more men think all they want is sex." Her point was well made. After years of being hit on, I knew the type of guy she was referencing. I nodded my understanding as she continued. "Men just don't understand the needs of a woman. It's all about..." Kari hesitated as if searching for the right words. Blushing a bit, she reached for her wine saying, "....their cocks." Kari's words didn't reflect hatred, but rather disappointment. "That's why they need to be trained," came my simple response. This caused Kari to give me an inquisitive look while asking, "I take it you love men then?" "Of course I love men. I love women too." I made sure I was looking into Kari's eyes as I spoke. There was slight shift in her body, telling me I piqued her interest. "My approach is to ensure I am fulfilled as well as my partner. You are right, most guys will cum and run; if you let them. They need to be taught how to make love to a woman, as well as what a woman needs. This means the woman must understand her wants, needs, and fantasies first." Kari's reply was telling. "There's the issue with me. Your approach is for the woman to be the aggressor. That's simply not me. After being in control all day, I just want to turn everything over to someone else. When a guy uses me, it's so disappointing. That's why I usually reject them." "So how do you take care of your needs?" My question was direct. I was going to find out about Kari's preferences. She seemed ready to talk about them as well. Blushing, she mumbled her one word answer, "Vibrators." I picked up on the plural. I asked Kari if she ever used "vibrators" while she was with a guy, and she nodded her head no. Kari then interrupted my questions with one of her own. "Betty, a moment ago you said that you love women too. Does that mean you are...um...?" "A lesbian," I interjected. Kari's head and shoulders moved in yes-no-I guess so fashion. "Not in the pure sense of the word. Both Russ, my partner, and I are very bi. However, I could easily go without cock for a few days." The phrase 'a few days' made Kari chuckle. "I love the feel, the touch, and the tenderness of a woman, as much as I enjoy the thickness, fullness, and cum of a cock. There is a difference however. When I am with a woman, I am making love to the entire being; while with a guy, it's often just his cock that matters. The exception is again my partner, Russ." I could sense Kari's thoughts were spinning. The atmosphere was becoming lusty. Our conversation was charged while our surroundings remained the same. It was turning me on to no end to be speaking so openly with Kari. My natural aggressiveness was at work and Kari was "turning everything over" to me. A Pet Named Kari What Kari didn't realize was my plan for her was so much more than a straightforward Sapphic experience. "What makes Russ so special," Kari asked with a true sense of interest. "It's a bit of a story," I said with an inquiring tone. "I'd love to hear it," was Kari's quick reaction. With that I proceeded to tell her the story of the "Coffee Shop;" complete with details about our pasts, Russ' website, the seduction, the roles, being restrained, the purification, taking Russ, our explorations, our town house, and the things we both enjoyed. Kari adjusted her position so often, I thought she was going to start fingering herself right there. Our waitress kept our wines fresh, and seemed to sense something was up. Kari's questions were begging me for more detail, and I made a point of being very graphic with every answer. Her little sighs and moans fueled me, and time flew. After about an hour, Kari's heightened state had me so wet and wanton, I invited her back to our place for dinner, and to meet Russ. Her acceptance was instant. ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** I had no idea where Ernesto's was located, and needed to do a Google search for it. As it turns out, Ernesto's was the perfect spot to have an intimate conversation. It had a spacious front patio with plenty of sunshine and enough room between tables that you could engage in private talk. I got there early and was doing a bit of flirting with our cute waitress when Barbara arrived. We all gave each other the look. At another time..... Out conversation and the wine flowed easily. It didn't take long for the topics to get sexual. As with everything Barbara did, she blew me away with her openness and poise. Her story of how she met her partner, Russ, was the most erotic 'true' tale I ever heard. Barbara knew she was having an effect on me and purposely included intimate details about their interests. As for my part of the conversation, in a roundabout way, I told her that I needed her to take control of me. Knowing she was 'Bi' had me creaming. All that was left was for Barbara to say let's leave. When I accepted her invitation for dinner and to meet Russ, the fly just flew into the spider's web....on purpose. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** I had Kari drive my car, leaving hers behind. I set the stage for the evening by calling Russ and telling him to prepare things for a "special" dinner guest. He asked a few questions and my responses were very sexually subtle. When I said, "I think she will like the Cathedral," Russ knew what was in store. Once in the car, I began giving directions, my hands touching Kari's arm and thigh on more than one occasion, lingering a bit longer than necessary. I wanted the energy to build between us. She was responding to everything and falling into my web of lust. When we arrived, I had Kari pull the car into the garage. My hello kiss to Russ was more than the "Honey, I'm home" peck on the lips. It was intimate. When we broke, I could see 'want' in Kari's eyes. I then introduced Kari to Russ while he poured champagne for the three of us. After a cordial toast, we took seats around our kitchen island and started in on the hors d'oeuvres. Russ had done a masterful job of having some food prepared in such a short time. While we nibbled on the fresh fruit and cheeses, I kept things charged by filling Russ in on the day...from the office Romeo to our detailed conversation at the café. Russ was seated at the end of the counter with Kari and I closely flanking him on each side. The proximity allowed me to rub my legs against theirs as I spoke. I told Russ how Kari believes men think with the wrong head, and that for the most part I agreed; but he was an exception. Russ smiled and thanked me, knowing full well that more was coming. I could tell by the bulge in Russ' shorts that he was aroused and decided to move things to the next level. "I think we should show Kari why you are an exception. Let's start by having you greet me properly." Snapping my fingers, I pointed to floor at the foot of my stool. Kari's eyes widened as Russ stood, pushed his chair out of the way, and dropped to his knees before me, kissing both of shoes. "Welcome home, Mistress. It certainly sounds like you had an interesting day. How can I be of service to you?" Russ' question was sincere. He adores servicing my needs and loves to show his servitude. I am equally dutiful when Russ takes control, but tonight it was clear I was the one in charge. "Kari and I had exhausting days. I think a nice foot massage would be in order. Please be a good host and service Kari's feet." Turning on his knees, Russ removed Kari's flats and began a firm, but sensual massage of her feet. I was a bit jealous because he got to touch her before me. Kari sighed as Russ' hands worked their magic. "Isn't it nice to have someone attentive to your needs? Russ is such a sweetheart. He is always ready to serve." I stood and slowly moved around Russ, gazing at Kari the entire time. Her sleeveless blouse allowed my hand to glide over her bare arm while I moved behind her. Goose bumps rose up her arm as my nails traced over her smooth skin. "Russ why don't you work on Kari's calves while I give her neck some attention." Slowly I began to caress her shoulders. I could see Russ' hands moving up her legs beneath the black crepe skirt. Kari's gentle sighs let us know we were moving in the right direction. Leaning down I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered. "It feels so good to be touched. It doesn't matter if it is a man or a woman. What's important is that you allow yourself to get lost in the sensation." My hands moved tenderly across her shoulders. I let my lips gently touch the nape of Kari's neck. Her gentle sigh had become a soft moan. Kari's head tilted back slightly in want. Her legs parted subtly as Russ went from calf to calf. I noticed Kari's arms were still on the kitchen counter. I thought back to her comment of giving up control. This was a sign of passive her receptiveness. Bringing my mouth back to her ear, I whispered again. "It is time for real pleasure, the pleasure that can only come from giving up control. Tonight you will experience intimacy like never before." My hot breath on her ear had Kari leaning her head into mine. ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** Barbara had me drive her car, which I nearly wrecked a number of times. Every time she touched me, it took all of my self-control to keep the car on the road. A couple of times, I wanted to pull over and give myself to Barbara on the spot. Their town house was beautiful. I loved their taste in décor. Russ had a nice arrangement of fruits and cheeses for us, as well as a chilled bottle of Champagne. Barbara was right; Russ was a wonderful man. He was handsome, classy, well mannered, attentive, and just as easy to talk to as Barbara. I knew Russ was one of the 10%. I was waiting to see how Barbara was going to have the evening unfold. Watching Russ fall to his knees when Barbara snapped her fingers surprised me just a bit. I thought they would become somewhat intimate and somehow lure me into their scene. However, Barbara taking control set the tone. I was again surprised when Barbara instructed Russ to massage my feet. She was highlighting Russ' servitude towards her; even if it meant showing servitude to me. Russ' hands did feel wonderful. For a moment I thought about a full body massage; however Barbara had other ideas. When her nails raked over my skin, I came. Barbara was an accomplished seductress. Her hands on my shoulders, her lips on my neck, and her soft whisperings had me in her spell. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** The softness of her golden locks against my cheek was enticing. Kari's sweet scent filled my mind with want and desire. Taking control of this beauty was turning me on as much as it was her. "Kari, I want you to unbutton your blouse." Kari's eyes slowly closed as her hands began to undo the buttons. "Spread your legs a bit further; invite Russ' hands to further explore your inner thighs." Kari opened her legs, and Russ slowly began moving up her legs. It was a deliberate, inch-by-inch assent, tenderly massaging and touching Kari's flesh. When her blouse was fully unbuttoned, she slipped a bit lower in her seat, spreading her legs even wider. Her eyes were still closed; her head tilted back. Kari's hands were clutching the seat of the stool for support. I feasted on Kari's luscious cleavage, gently rising and falling with each breath. The smoothness of her D sized breasts were inviting as they lay cradled in her yellow, lace trimmed, plunge bra. "Russell, please remove our guest's skirt." Russ knelt upright bringing his hands to either side of Kari's hips. There was no reluctance from Kari, just unspoken obedience as her ass rose slightly from the stool. Russ carefully slid the skirt off of her hips and down her smooth loins. As I suspected, Kari was wearing a pair of matching yellow lace trimmed bikini panties. "Russell, please hang our guest's skirt neatly over a stool. Kari, I want you to stand." Both Russ and Kari moved per my instructions. Pulling Kari's stool away from her and the counter, I surveyed my colleague's beauty. She was very, very alluring. Removing her blouse, I handed it to Russ for proper care. "Kari, I want you to lean forward and extend your arms to the counter. Take hold of the edge with your hands. I need to inspect my new plaything....my new pet." There was no hesitation in her movements. Kari followed without question. With her hands in place, I moved around her slowly, allowing my hand to slide over the smooth skin of her back. "Spread your legs apart ...about two or three feet." Again, Kari did as she was instructed. I crouched down behind her, running a hand down the outside of her leg as I moved. The gusset of her panties was very moist. Her musky aroma was heavenly. "Russell, come here, there is something I wish to show you." Russ crouched down beside me, giving me a knowing look. "Our guest has said that men think with the wrong head. Yet look at her wetness. Did you touch her intimate area?" "No, Mistress. I only massaged her feet, calves and thighs as you instructed. Perhaps her moisture is from your touches." Standing, I mumbled, "Perhaps." I let my hand caress her ass as I moved beside her. "Russell, I want you to gauge her moisture as I become a bit more familiar with her body. Trace your fingers along the seam between her panties and inner thighs. Gently touch the gusset of her panties. If she is excited, you may be able to feel an increase in her wetness. You may even need to slip your fingers between her panties and her intimate parts to get a more accurate assessment." Standing next to Kari, I turned her head towards me with a gentle, but firm touch on her chin. I studied her face and the pure longing in her eyes. Kari quivered as Russ' hands worked their magic. I brought my lips close to Kari's, never breaking eye contact. In a slow, sexy voice, I said, "As we know, men can be so very disappointing....unless they are trained properly. From what I see, I'd say Russ' training has been quite effective." Kari's body was quivering. I pressed my lips onto Kari's and our mouths opened with desire. Softly, but deeply our tongues pushed back and forth. Kari's moan mirrored mine. Her kiss was pure want and passion. ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** Barbara's instruction for me to unbutton my blouse was the final sign of my surrendering control to her. Having Russell remove my skirt was a similar act of submission, while at the same time stimulating. The thought of being submissive to a submissive aroused me even more. Their inspection of my pantied area was so embarrassing, yet something I craved. I wanted to be used; to be a 'thing.' I wanted them to see my lust. At that point, I needed no other coercion, I was there for Barbara's and Russell's pleasure. Russell's gentle touches and intimate probes unlocked my floodgates. When Barbara kissed me, my entire being—body, mind, heart, and soul poured from me. Never before had I felt this way. I wanted... no...I needed whatever Barbara had planned for me. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** Our kiss went on for a few minutes before I pulled away. Kari's arms were shaking. I could sense that she had given up complete control. Stepping away, I spoke again. "Russell, bring me your fingers. Kari, stand facing us." Russ' fingers were covered with Kari's thick cream. Brining his hand to my mouth, I sucked in two of his coated fingers and cleaned them of her essence. Kari's eyes were on mine as I licked her juice; my lips were coated with her nectar. Placing a hand behind Russ' head, I pulled his mouth to mine in a lustful exchange of Kari's muskiness. Sliding my mouth to his ear, I whispered instructions and he calmly left the room. Turning my complete attention back to Kari I moved in front of her. Smiling, I slowly traced the strap of her bra starting at her left shoulder with the nail of my right index finger. I followed the lacey yellow material to the top of her left bra cup. My eyes were locked with Kari's "Your pussy seems to have other thoughts about how disappointing men can be. Let me show you." Without breaking eye contact, I moved my hands down to the crotch of her panties. Using one hand to pull the gusset from her lips, I slipped two fingers into her folds. Kari's body quivered and her eyes fluttered. A slight moan slipped from her throat. Gliding my fingers across her soaked lips, I cooed, "My-my, you certainly are a responsive pet. It feels so good to have my fingers moving over your lips. I love your creamy thickness. It is so raw, so basic, so erotic. It shows your lust, your want, and your desire." I removed my slick fingers and brought them to Kari's mouth. She opened her mouth but I didn't insert my fingers. Instead, I traced the outline of her mouth, coating her lips as I spoke. "It is good to see you so eager, my pet. Still, one must show some restraint. Trust me, you will be enjoying the flavor of your own essence, as well as ours, soon enough. It makes me horny to think of how many different offerings we have for you to savor." It was then I placed my fingers into Kari's mouth. Kari devoured them with greedy lust. While she sucked them, Russ returned. He moved a kitchen stool next to me and placed a collar, a leash, and a blindfold on its seat. Kari's eyes moved to them and a deep moan resonated over my fingers. Her sucking and licking increased. Removing my fingers from Kari's mouth, I took a step away and inspected the items on the stool. I fondled each one as if my touching them released their meaning and purpose. I held the collar for a few extra moments, allowing my fingers to caress the black leather and metal buckle. Returning them softly to the stool, I sighed knowingly and turned back to Kari. "Kari, a few minutes ago I said tonight you would experience intimacy at a unique level. Both Russell and I are pleased with your receptiveness to this point. We are about to take things to another level, but before we do, we need you to understand where this is going as well as your desire to go there. Do you understand?" Kari nodded her head and whispered a soft, "Yes." "Good. From this point forward, when we are together in an intimate setting, you will refer to me as Mistress, Goddess, M'am, or any term which shows your submission to me. Do you understand?" Again Kari nodded, adding the Mistress to her yes. "Very good my pet. I've called you my pet for a reason. Look before you. Both Russell and I are completely clothed, while you stand before us in just your intimates. We are your Masters, your owners." Kari had been so aroused, it seemed she had not even noticed the difference in our dress. "Russell and I are switches, meaning we can be either dominate or submissive. For the most part however, I am in charge, which makes Russell my submissive. Even though he may be submissive to me, he will never be submissive to you. This does not mean he will dominate you. No, you are my pet, and any superior act by Russell toward you will be solely through my commands. Do you understand?" "Yes Mistress." Kari's response was calm and certain. "Furthermore, you will never be in harm's way. But, you will be expected to submit to everything we desire at least once. It is only after you have experienced the submission will we allow you to request it not be repeated. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress. I understand." "Very good. Now, when we are in public, at work, or in any other place where our relationships are not to be known, we are all peers on equal terms. We are free to live life how we please. At any time, this relationship can end, by any party, for any reason. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." "Now that all the rules have been established, is there anything you wish to say, my pet." There was no hesitation in her response. "Yes, Mistress there is. First, I want to thank you for seeing my need and exposing my soul. I hope never to disappoint you. I am yours and knew I was yours from the first time I saw you. I will respect your privacy and only ask that you use me per your will." ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** Barbara cleaning my cream from Russ' fingers caused me to release more. I crave the taste of a woman's thick nectar. Every time I masturbate, I always tasted myself. It's one of the ways I push myself over the edge to cum....licking my cream from my fingers or from my dildo while I frig myself always does the trick. So, when Barbara rubbed her fingers over my pussy and then over my lips I was ravenous. Seeing the collar, blindfold and leash was intoxicating for there was nothing more I yearned for than to be someone's possession. The problem had always been the need for control of my daily life. Regardless of how much I ached to be submissive, I couldn't let my colleagues, my friends, or my family know me this way. It took Barbara, or should I say Mistress Barbara, to understand this about me. Being able to maintain my public persona while developing my submissiveness was all of my erotic fantasies coming true at once. I must also say that being called Mistress' pet filled my mind with countless scenarios. This was the moment I only dreamt would ever happen. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** The surge of want Kari created in me was unparalleled. There were so many things I wanted to do to her, with her, with Russ, with all of us. I found myself needing to heed my own words, and show a bit of restraint. Still...... Stepping forward, I caressed Kari's cheek with the back of my right hand. Kari's head moved into the caress as a pet does with its Master. I studied her expression. I could sense the words Kari spoke were sincere and indeed from her soul. She was mine. I leaned into Kari and brought my lips to hers. Our mouths opened and our tongues found each other again. It was a deeply passionate kiss. It was trust. Kari was releasing every last drop of will and control to me. The time had come. Purposely breaking our kiss, I turned towards Russell who was dutifully standing at arms-length. Glancing at his crotch, his cock was straining against the fabric of his trousers. Many men would have been rubbing their cocks or even jerking off by this point. Russ knew better; when I am in control nothing happens without my instructions. Our eyes met and we exchanged lustful smiles. I moved beside him and turned back to Kari. "It is time that you properly greet us." Snapping my fingers, I pointed to the floor in front of us. "Down, on your knees." A Pet Named Kari Kari smoothly went to her knees. "Kiss my feet and thank me for allowing you to be my pet." Leaning forward, Kari kissed the top of my flats saying, "Thank you Mistress. Thank you for allowing me to be your pet." Kari continued kissing all over the top of my shoes and feet. She was sensuously sweeping her golden locks over my exposed skin and ankles. "Now, thank Master Russell for the privilege to be his partner's pet." Kari moved her torso to Russ' feet and began a similar ritual worshipping his feet. "Thank you Master Russell for the privilege to be your beautiful partner's pet. Mistress is so gorgeous. Mistress is so sexy. I will do as she commands." Her words were more than I asked, but I knew what she was doing. Kari was accepting Russ. She was accepting my partner....a man. "Enough," I snapped. "Sit back on your haunches! Back straight! Hands flat on your knees." I picked up the collar from the seat of the kitchen stool. Moving behind Kari, I dragged the leather collar over her shoulders. Kari's body gave a little shudder. Squatting beside her, I held the collar before her and explained its meaning. "Kari, this collar is simple, but symbolic. It represents your submission to me. It makes you my pet, my plaything. If you wish to accept this role, your true role, bow your head and accept your servitude." Kari's head lowered. Brushing her hair from her neck, I slipped the collar around her. The feeling of her skin against my fingers was electric. I loosely fastened the strap and moved the collar so the small D-ring was beneath Kari's chin. Once in position I tightened the strap, leaving a bit of room, and secured the strap with the anchor and pushed the loose end through the loop. Lifting Kari's chin with my hand, I turned her face towards mine. The look in her eyes was pure submission. I gave her lips a gentle kiss and whispered, "Welcome my pet." Standing, I went back to Russell telling Kari to remain in that position. "Dearest Pet, now that you are collared, there are a number of things of utmost importance which much be dealt with before we take you to our training chamber." The words 'training chamber' caused a slight squirm in Kari. "For example, you still are in your intimates, which, although they are very pretty, prevent us from having unencumbered access to your body." I paused and then added, "Another issue is Master Russell." Turning slightly towards him, I placed one hand on the small of his back while I seductively outlined his cock with the other. "You have been a rather naughty pet. Look at what you have done to this man." My hand took hold of Russ' thick shaft, fondling it as I spoke. "All he did was follow my instructions by massaging your feet and legs, helping you off with your skirt, and testing for your level of arousal. He did all of this without ever asking for some attention to his arousal." Leaving go of Russ' cock, I began a slow deliberate pace around Russ, letting my hands glide across his still clothed buttocks. As I moved, I spoke aloud, but to no one in particular. "Poor man, such a dutiful servant. To be kept so long without even the slightest bit of attention is cruel. What shall I do about this? What shall I do?" I was now standing between Kari and Russ and began a soft massaging of Russ' cock through his pants with one hand. The other hand grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine. The kiss was deep and explosive. I wanted Russ to be in full arousal as quickly as possible. Our tongues darted in and out of the other's mouth. I began sucking on his tongue as if I was sucking his cock. My hand was increasing its pressure and speed on his cock. I could feel Russ' heat throbbing beneath his clothing. With a final, quick hard squeeze of his cock, I broke from him. In a calm but commanding voice I told Kari to stand. I slowly walked around her inspecting her body as I moved. She was beautiful. Her body seemed to be aglow. Submission was fitting her well. Making one complete pass around Kari, I stopped in front of her. Her eyes were darting between mine and the floor. As I had done with Russ, I stepped forward placing one hand on the small of Kari's back and the other on the front panel of her panties. Slowly I moved my fingers to the gusset. Kari was wetter than before. "Russell, please refill our two champagne glasses, while I remove my pet's intimates." Keeping my hand on the front of her panties, I moved behind Kari, pressing my body into hers. Taking hold of her collar, I pulled her head back to whisper into her ear. "In a few moments I am going to remove your bra and panties. Before I do so, I want you to look at Master Russell. Look at his cock. It is so big, so needy, yet he puts me first. As my pet, he will serve you per my instructions, as you will serve him per my commands." Russ was dutifully refilling our flutes. His cock was nearly tearing through the front of his pants. If tonight was just Russ and I, his balls would have been emptied a number of times by now. "When I remove your intimates, you will spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Do you understand?" Kari's reply was confident and desirous, "Yes Mistress." Leaving go of Kari's collar, I used both hands to unhook the three clasps securing her bra. Pushing the straps off of her shoulder, I pulled the cups away from her breasts and let the bra drop to the floor. Kari immediately put her hands behind her head. Russ was watching as her bra fell. His reaction was telling as he took a deep breath. He muttered a simple, "Oh..." I knew I had to see her breasts, so I moved in front of Kari to remove her panties. Her breasts were incredibly beautiful. Larger, puffy areolas adorned her generous D cup breasts. They were the size of half-dollars and plumped out nicely. Kari's nipples brought each breast to a succulent point. They were ideal for nipple play. Tucking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I squatted down, pulling the soaked, yellow panties along with me. Kari's mound was glistening. Her bare lips were coated with her thick cream, while a small tuft of blonde hair was matted to her mound with her moisture. It took all of my will power not to pull Kari onto my mouth and tongue. I could feel my pussy creaming itself as I gazed upon her luscious fruit. Russ returned, standing a few feet behind me with our refilled glasses. I moved beside him taking my glass in the process. I noticed a bit of a wet spot on the front of his trousers. Russ always oozes pre-cum during extended arousal. The size of this spot told me he was in extreme need. There is something about cum, pre-cum, pussy juice, piss, or other fluids which I find so inebriating. It always increases my flow. I could feel that my panties were a mess. Kari would be on all fours soon enough to consume and savor the nectars she was causing us to release. "Master Russell, what do you think of my pet's pussy?" I pointed at her mound and took a sip of champagne while waiting for his answer. "It's beautiful, Mistress; exactly to your liking....wet, hairless lips, a plump mound, a soft wisp of hair adorning it. Look how cream is leaking along the top of her thighs. I would surmise she is a gusher. I wonder if she is a pisser, too." I wasn't sure if it was Russ' description of her area, or the word 'pisser,' which caused Kari's body to shake with a minor tremor. Still, Kari was maintaining her position: legs spread and hands behind her head. Her breasts were indeed beautiful. Russ was the first to comment, "Look at her areolas and nipples....I'm getting impure thoughts." I smiled knowingly and clinked flutes with Russ. After a slow, thoughtful sip, I set my glass on the counter and moved in front of Kari. "So far I am very pleased with you, pet Kari." I started dragging the tips of my orange painted nails around each of her puffy areolas. This brought her nipples to life. Magically they pulled into a bud and pushed forward from the end of her tits. Kari's eyes fluttered with pleasure as I raked each puffy mound, ending each rake with a slight pull on each nipple. "Before I leash you and take you to the training chamber, there is the matter of Master Russell's cock...... Russell, please remove your cock from your pants." ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** The feelings of being collared, being undressed, and standing naked before Mistress and Master Russell were not of this world. I had truly entered another dimension. There was no restraint or inhibition left in me. I have always enjoyed my body. Having Mistress and Master 'ohh and ahh' over it was telling. I freely let my juices flow. Everything was natural. Everything was right. My entire being was theirs. Master Russell showed incredible restraint. He was so aroused, yet he stayed within the limits set by Mistress Barbara. I knew I was about to service him and I hungered for his cock. As I had mentioned earlier, he was one of the ten percent. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** Without looking, I heard the clink of Russell's flute being placed on the counter, and the unmistaken sound of his zipper. I watched Kari's eyes while I continued working her nipples. They widened, and when her breath deepened, I knew Russ' cock was out. I could envision how it looked. It was beautifully thick and smooth; nearly seven inches in length and a good two inches in diameter. With his arousal, the head of his cock was probably shiny with pre-cum. "I want you on your knees before Master Russell. You are to adore and worship his cock. This isn't simply a blow-job. You aren't just sucking his cock. I want to see your desire for his manhood. I want to sense your pleasure, as you savor every inch of his flesh." Kari's eyes were glassy... filled with lust and want. Her gaze was fixed on Russ' cock. Kari involuntarily licked her lips as I spoke. "I want you to think how his cock is going to feel in your cunt; how it's going to feel in your asshole. Envision it sliding in and out of me...in and out of my mouth, my cunt, my asshole.....and then imagine its pungent taste when you lick it clean. On your knees now and serve Master Russell." Kari dropped to her knees and did a slow seductive crawl to Russ. Reaching him, she kissed each shoe, rubbing her face across them. Kari's blonde locks were sweeping back and forth, rising slowly as she lifted her head up his legs, seductively gliding and rubbing her naked body up them as well. Kari was intertwining her body with Russ' legs. It was so hot to watch this beautiful woman move. Russ' cock was pulsing as Kari moved towards it. My pussy was becoming very wet. I pushed four fingers onto the front of my skirt and started to massage my mound. I was so horny. I wanted Kari. I wanted Russ. But I started this...... When Kari's mouth reached Russ' cock, her tongue extended and licked the underside of his shaft, from its base to the head. Pre-cum dripped onto her upper lip and Kari's skilled tongue collected it and swirled it over Russ' cock head. Russ' moan was deep and primal. Skillfully, Kari sucked the tip of Russ' cock between her lips, resting it on her puckered opening while her tongue did a slow circle over the head. Russ probably would have lost it at that point if it were not for the fact that I had not given him permission to cum. Slowly and steadily, his cock entered Kari's suckling mouth. Every inch of his thickness was being lathered and worshipped by Kari's tongue. When his last inch slipped past her lips, Kari wrapped her arms behind Russ' legs and pushed her face into the crotch of his trousers. Her golden locks moved back and forth while her throat massaged Russ' cock head. Laying his hands gently on Kari's head to steady himself, Russ tilted his head back and closed his eyes in pleasure. Kari was servicing Russ' cock exactly as instructed. Having sucked him off many times, I could almost feel the fullness and pleasure Kari was experiencing in my own throat. The slow withdrawal of Russ' cock seemed just as pleasurable. Kari paused every half inch or so to bathe Russ' shaft with her saliva. Kari was worshipping his cock as instructed. She was being a very good pet indeed. I allowed the scene to continue for a few minutes. Both Kari's and Russ's level of sexual excitement was growing. When the pace quickened and Russ started to guide Kari's head over his cock, I knew it was time to move to the next phase. Squatting behind Kari, I removed Russ' hands from her head and pulled Kari's arms to her side. Still, Russ's cock was receiving pleasure from Kari's mouth. Taking hold of the base of his shaft with one hand, and a handful of Kari's hair in the other, I separated the two. "Very good," I spoke softly into her ear. My tone was slow and deliberate, much akin to the way one speaks to a dog during training. "You served Master Russell beautifully. You have shown great potential for sucking cock. Now it is time to continue your training in other areas." ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** Worshipping a cock versus sucking a cock changed my approach entirely. For the first time in my life, I kept the phallus mentally connected to person. My acts were brining pleasure rather than satisfying needs. The warmth and feel of Master Russell's thick shaft in my mouth consumed me. I wanted it all. In the past, I could not take a cock completely, because the person owning it was trying to jam it down my throat. Being in control allowed me to slowly adjust and let it slip naturally in. I was totally lost in worship. There was nothing else around me; nothing to distract me. My only thoughts focused on the pleasure I was giving to Master's cock and the pleasure I was receiving from it. A mantra developed in my mind begging Master for his seed. I was ready to consume his warm offering. If it was not for Mistress pulling Master's cock from me, I would have never stopped my lustful adoration. When Mistress did stop me, I was in a daze. I wasn't done. My actions were incomplete. Cock, I wanted cock. Master's cock. Where? Why? I need more? It took Mistress' words to bring me somewhat back to my new role as her pet. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** Moving beside them, I shoved Russ' cock into my mouth, working his shaft vigorously while I sucked him. Massaging his balls, I knew I could squeeze out a few streams of pre-cum quickly. Russ did not disappoint me as the thinner, clearer fluid oozed from his cock head and into my mouth. Popping his cock free from my move, I pushed my lips onto Kari's. Kari opened her mouth and I pushed Russ' pre-cum into it. Our tongues danced and swirled as we shared Russ' pre seed between us. Leaving go of Russ' shaft, I moved my hand directly to Kari's pussy. It was unbelievably wet. Working my fingers over the outside of her lips, across her swollen clit and into her molten cunt, I covered them with her juices. Kari was moaning, nearly crying with pleasure and want. Removing my cream covered fingers from her box, I pushed them into our joined mouths. The addition of Kari's cream to Russ' pre-cum was incredible. I never wanted another woman as much as I wanted Kari at that moment. My hand went back and forth from her cunt to our mouths. I needed more......... I needed to get her to our Cathedral. Coating my hand again, I broke our kiss, smearing Kari's face with her juice. "This is just the start of what you'll be covered with. Both Master Russell and I are ready to burst in so many ways." My hand went back to her pussy and then to her tits....those beautiful tits. I made them glisten with her cream. Reaching behind me, I took the leash from the chair and attached it to the D ring on the front of Kari's collar. "We've been flirting and teasing much too long. It's time we start your training in earnest." Standing, I pulled Kari up with me using the leash. "Master Russell, please affix the blindfold to my pet's eyes." Russell did as instructed, his cock still hard and throbbing. As he placed the blindfold over Kari's eyes, he took advantage of his position, allowing his cock glide over and across Kari's ass cheeks. As soon as Kari's eyes were covered, I started to caress her breasts with the leather strap of the leash. Giving each tit a single, sharp slap with the leather strap, I handed the leash to Russ giving him instructions. "Master Russell, please lead the way to the training chamber. Pet Kari, you are to place your hands upon Master's shoulders and follow him. I will follow the two of you." ******** Kari's perspective........ ******** Having my mouth taken by Mistress was beyond description. My pussy erupted. This wasn't an orgasm....yes it was....but it wasn't. This was a total being release. Just as my mind closed off the outside world when worshipping Master's cock, it did the same as Mistress took my mouth. I could taste Master's seed on Mistress' lips and lost myself in its flavor. Then having my own nectar joining his shattered me. Things happened so quickly after that point. .....the smearing of my face and breasts.....the leash.....yanked to my feet....Master's cock over my ass....was I to be fucked....the blindfold.....darkness....leather caressing my tits....the sting...then movement. I had lost complete awareness of time and place. I had lost myself. I was no longer Kari Pointer. I was pet Kari. ******** Barbara's perspective........ ******** Russ moved carefully so Kari would not stumble. I played with her ass as they moved, telling Kari how beautiful her ass looked and how I couldn't wait to make it mine. Descending the stairs to the basement, I removed my hands from Kari's ass and unbuttoned my blouse. I did not intend to waste a single moment before ravishing her once inside the chamber. While Russ guided Kari through the family room and into the study, I removed my blouse and the rest of my clothes, tossing them aside as we moved. Russ stood Kari in front of the bookcase, telling her not to move. Going to the key pad, he entered the code for the bookcase. The sound of the sliding bookcase seemed to surprise Kari. Her head moved around in wonder. Now completely naked, I moved behind Kari and pressed myself into her back. At first she tensed, surprised by the touch of my skin on hers. It took but a moment for her go press back, relaxing into me. Reaching in front of her, I took each nipple between my nails and pinched. Kari's hiss was a mixture of pleasure and pain. "There is so much awaiting you. If anything becomes too much, just ask for 'mercy.' Do you understand my pet?" Increasing the intensity of my pinching, I waited for her answer....checking for limits.....none came.....just a quick, but uncomfortable, "Yes Mistress." When Russ returned he took hold of the leash and guided Kari into the chamber. "Place her on the cross, facing us, and then prepare yourself." Russ did as instructed in a quick, but unhurried fashion. Studying Kari's body as Russ cuffed her in place, I decided on a leather flogger to begin her training. Russ stepped aside and disrobed. Approaching my naked pet, I slapped the talons across my hand, sending Kari the message of what was about to occur. Seeing her naked helplessness, legs were spread wide, arms outstretched, blindfolded, gave me such a rush of power and pleasure. I adore flogging, both giving and receiving. I find the sound and sting of the straps on bare skin to be hypnotic. I was hoping Kari would find it the same. Standing in front of Kari, I moved the straps over her body, making sure they slid over her mound and breasts. I explained what was about to occur. "Master Russell and I begin each session in the chamber with purification. Tonight my pet, your body will be purified in so many ways. The first coming from this." I swooshed the flogger through the air bringing the straps down hard against my own thigh. The sound caused Kari to twitch in her bindings.