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Big Dogs and Small Cats Ch. 01

By: Rattlesnake1775



Jacob stretched, his body expanding up, up, up as he grew to his full 6'1" size in the chair. The screen before him flickered, demanding attention, but he ignored it. He was no longer at a point where he had to chase each contract and each job offer down to the wire. This job alone would pay what used to take a year to earn. Combined with the real estate practice that was expanding, he was well set. Occasionally he still gave in to the thinking from back then, he would drive hard and fast at each project, pushing further than he needed, which only brought more work. Spinning his chair around, he stood and walked through the French doors out onto the patio. The sun was beating down on the recently added pool, and he could see down past the sparkling blue water, past palm trees and grass kept alive by sprinklers that rose up at night, to the sparkling green water of the inter-coastal waterway that stretched along the coast of Florida, feeding into the ocean down close to Cuba. Angel, the snow white cat, along with Devil, the pitch black one, and Cody, the pit bull, were all running across the grass, probably chasing some unfortunate bug that had caught their attention. Squirrels had learned long ago to stay clear of this yard.

Sarah was lying out in a lounge chair next to the pool, deeply engrossed in some book, and seemingly unaware that she was naked except for the sunglasses shielding her eyes from the intense rays of the sun. She always turned him on, the long legs now tanned from the hot sun, her flat tummy rising with her slow and even breath as she skimmed across the pages. She was by no means overtly busty, but her nice round C cup breasts felt great in his hand, and he loved the sensation of her nipples in his mouth. They looked hard from where he was standing, causing his own reaction down under. Her long black hair cascaded down the back of the chair, and finally she took note of his presence, pushing her sunglasses up to reveal big brown eyes, smiling at him.

"Tired of working?" She watched him walk up, and reached up to gently stroke him through his shorts, the book fallen aside and forgotten as her master approached. Unlike many other couples they knew in master/slave relationships, they were much more cordial to each other. She deferred to him in all matters, and always referred to herself as his slave, but from watching them many were surprised to learn that this well adjusted yuppie couple lived a 'deviant' lifestyle.

"Need a break." He ran a hand through her hair, smiling down at the woman that was all his. He considered himself very fortunate to have a slave that was mature enough to be in this peculiar type of relationship, and also be his business partner. They were hard to find, she had been his third try, but she was easily worth her weight in gold.

"Anything for my king." She pulled down his shorts, and greedily inhaled his full member. She truly loved the sensation of his massive eight inches of cock in her mouth, and it alone was sometimes enough to get her to have an orgasm, so close was their bond, so intense her devotion to him. With one hand she started to toy with his balls, with the other she reached between her legs, two fingers teasing herself, putting on the show he enjoyed so much. A soft moan moved past his shaft, turning him on even more. He closed his eyes, giving in to the sensation, one hand touching her face, the other loosely regulating the pace by which she bobbed for cock. 

Slowly the rhythm picked up, as both her mouth started to move faster, and the hand between her legs. She heard him encourage her with a soft voice, beckoning her towards orgasm, as she dragged her teeth across his penis, getting the response she hoped for. It bucked in her mouth, his hand tightened down, slowing her again. 

"Fuck this." He pushed her down on the chair, his body descending on her. She knew what to do now too, and pushed back against him. Her resistance was futile, and only for show anyway. They kissed, long and hard, lips locked, tongues dancing a furious dance of saliva and love as his body pushed her into the lounge chair, his hard cock against her leg. She moaned out as her fingers wrapped around it, and placed it at her sopping wet opening. He growled as he pushed into her, one swift motion filling her with all the cock she could handle. A cry echoed around the yard, her eyes closing, the first orgasm racing through her body, stunning her with its intensity, and leaving her open for his follow on assault.

His hips moved like a jackhammer, building speed and momentum, as he bit her nipples, pushed her down into the chair, owning her with each move of his powerful body, each drop of sweat splattering on her stomach, each breath she took. She was moaning, begging him to be gentle, pleas that only made him go harder and faster, the intended result, as he pounded her with all his might.

"Master, master...ohhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!" She screamed out again as she orgasmed once more, his massive cock dragging across her G-spot with each movement he made. She loved this chair for that reason; their combined weight strained the fabric in all the right places to place her at such an angle that she was getting penetrated just right. He didn't call it her fuck chair for nothing.

She could tell by the way he was breathing that he was close, so she made a move to bring her master that special joy. Wrapping her legs around him, her heels drove him even further into her pussy. Reaching down with both hands she pushed her tits up into his face, smothering him with nipple and flesh. He moaned out loud, licking her tits with abandon, and then his head reared up, their lips locking again. He moaned his love into her mouth then threw his head back and roared out loud as he exploded into her. The motion never stopped, as he knew that at this moment she was especially open to another attack. The sensation of his cock blowing a big load in her tight pussy always made her weak, and this time did not disappoint. She bucked and tightened up again under him, the signs he always recognized as her cumming. She had not always been like that, but he had broken down every inhibition she had over time. She was his, totally and in every way that a woman can be owned by a man.

"Oh god, you are the most awesome lover ever, my king." She was rewarded with a long, slow, soft French kiss, as they shared the after glow of truly great lovemaking. Suddenly the phone sitting on the small white table next to them buzzed with excitement, breaking the spell. He realized that a small alarm clock sitting next to them was buzzing as well, and he wondered how long it had been going off. He looked at the caller ID, and then handed it to her.

"Hey Kat. What's up?"

"Well, I just pulled up out front, heard somebody scream as if poked with hot spears, and figured you were not ready yet." The sound of a car horn honking reinforced her point.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry..." Jacob was already up, so she jumped up after him. He was moving towards the house, but on her wave he stopped. He watched as she dropped to her knees before him, and swallowed his cock whole. The sensation was magical as she slurped him clean, enjoying the taste of her juices mixed with his.

"You are not sucking him clean are you...yes you are, I hear the slurping. You are so nasty. Nasty slut, nasty, nasty, nasty slut!" It was a difficult maneuver to suck him off with her mouth, tuck her hand between her legs, and hold the phone with her free hand, but she managed. Her eyes locked with his somewhere around his navel, one hand toying with her hair, and the gentle smile and nod told her it was ok.

Her fingers were fast and furious, tucking the phone against her shoulder to use her hand on his cock, stroking him hard and fast. He moaned out, and she listened to Kat yell at her for being a total whore to some black man she probably didn't even know. It did not take long before they both exploded again. His was much smaller than the first, but she swallowed it all, sucked him clean, and let him suck her juices off one of her fingers, then she dashed inside and up the stairs. Jacob smiled to himself, and walked through the house, picking up a towel from the downstairs bathroom and wrapping around his waist.

Walking out the front door, he headed down the four steps, and around the large black Suburban parked in his driveway. Kat was slumped against the driver side door, her hand under her skirt, furiously playing with herself as she had phone sex with his slave. He tapped the window gently, and she almost jumped out of her skin.

"Bad girl. I'll have to tell Stan you were playing with yourself again without his permission." He kissed the woman on her forehead, and then headed around again, smiling to himself. Now he would be even with his buddy for dropping that putt during the charity golf tournament last month. 

Dropping on his bed, he did not have to wait long for the sound of his girl stepping onto her platform. It was built into one corner of the room, with the type of three-view mirror popular with tailors and fine clothing stores. She stood patiently and erectly, the way his slave should. Finally he rose, still naked, and walked over to inspect her outfit. Tonight it was a red dress that was struggling to reach past mid thigh, tasteful makeup, thong sandals, and a purse to match the whole thing. The low cut V was straining with her tits, and he gently flicked one of her nipples. A soft moan played around the room. The wave meant she meet his standards, she dropped to her knees before him. 

"Girls night out, right?" He really should remember such things, but he could not really bring himself to invest the energy. This meant he would have to get ready here in a minute, boys' night out always coincided.

"Yes. We are going to have dinner and drinks at Juniors, and then probably hit up one or two clubs down at the beach."

"I know you have done all your chores and tasks, otherwise you would not even be asking."

"Yes. I've prepared dinner for you, and it is in the fridge."

"Very well." He beckoned her to stand back up, pulling open a drawer in his dresser. Handing her several bills, he also passed her drivers license, credit card, and a small wallet. She thanked him demurely, then followed him back out into the living room. Kat was standing by the door, the way a slave does when in another master's house without her own owner, waiting for Sarah.

Jacob shared one last kiss with his pet, and then released her for the night. Almost as soon as the girls passed the door, they turned into the giddy girlfriends that all their masters knew them to be when away from them. They had one more stop in this development, then two down the road a bit. It had been Stan's' idea to let their pets have a girls night out, and the other four masters thought it was pure genius. It didn't take him long to get ready himself, and so he soon pointed his own ride south towards the Mystique.

Milton had a girlfriend, not his first either, but he was still a virgin at the ripe age of eighteen. This was a closely guarded secret, and one he thought about an awful lot, because he almost believed that by thinking about it more it would go away. Of course, working as the Greeter/Maitre 'D at one of the better restaurants in town on a Friday night did not help him either, as a variety of female forms passed him by, all dressed in the way that hot girls do in the summer in south Florida, stoking his still hormonal fire, and causing his cock to want to burst free from his trousers, and claim its freedom. Every once in a while he would let his hand brush down across his stiffness, the indecent move concealed by the dais that he used as a workstation. Or at least he thought so.

"You touching yourself again?" There was a short lull in activity, and Tiffany, his co-worker, was leaning against the dais from the other side. She was another hottie of the type you only find in south Florida, with bronze skin, dirty blond hair, green eyes, and a tight black top that almost had her tits busting out the top, with equally tight white pants to show off her trim stomach, nice ass, and fall nicely over the black high heels she was wearing. He had almost creamed himself when he saw her come in to work, helped along by the total lack of panty line in the pants that she probably had gotten into with the help of a paintbrush. Well, no chance of that now, as he deflated faster than a grocery store balloon hitting a hot tail pipe.

"Say what?"

"I felt the station rock, and I know you play with yourself every once in a while, so I figured you were looking down my top, and playing with yourself." She turned around halfway, and again he thought a tit would jump out at him. A coy smile danced across her face, as she brushed a rogue strand of hair from her face.

"I was not..."

"It's ok. I find it somewhat flattering. What's wrong, Mel not giving you enough love?" She giggled, knowing fully well that Mel was not giving him any love at all.

"Very funny. You know how much action I get from Mel. And what if I was? Who can blame me? Damn women around here don't wear any clothes, and look at you. You are so hot, you evaporated all the water in my glass here. If I could get away with it, I would drag you behind those palms over there, throw you down, and give you a piece of the Mil-master!" He bucked his hips against the dais, and she laughed out loud.

"Maybe, maybe. You really think I'm that good looking?" She cast a quick glance across the room, and towards the glass doors leading to the parking lot. "You think I'm hotter then those women right there?"

"Those five?" He leaned past her, and thanked god. At least he would get some action, if mercy action. These five were regulars, and the hottest group of women he knew. They made him think of 'Sex in the City' each time, and he had whacked off to their mental images at least as often as Tiff's. "Well...there are five of them, and one of you. But yes, you are. And when you get their age, you will still look better." 

She went to reply, but the five had passed the door, and were closing to fast. Tiff reached for the menus, but he brushed her hand away, and picked up five he had already placed behind the Dais. "Right this way ladies." They had called ahead, as always, and so he led them right to the upper level, where they could look out over the water.

"I'll have your drinks out right away, would you care for an appetizer tonight?"

"Were you flirting with Tiffany again?" Michelle lived down the road from the young woman, and enjoyed her short lasting young loves as much as the next older woman would. The other four giggled the way women will, and Milton grinned the way boys will.

"What warm blooded American man would not?"

"Good answer!" Kat was his favorite, with the platinum hair, long nails, and excessive heels. She reminded him a lot of Samantha on Sex, and was his run away favorite during masturbation, and she always went first. Before they let him depart, he got a kiss from each, and a smack on the ass, something he enjoyed more than he should, and always caused his cock to get rock hard. The circle took him all the way around the table, ending up with Sarah, next to Kat again. The woman saw the tent in his pants, and brushed it lightly with her hand, almost causing him to lose it right there.

"Just go ahead. Tell her what you want, you never know, you might get it." The girls laughed again, and finally he was free to scurry away. Heading back down to the station, he decided it was time to take a long overdue break. But when it came into view he groaned to himself. Break was out of the question, as another rush piled up. Tiff smiled at him, maybe it wasn't that bad.

"Damn, you changed the fucking recipe!" Jacob threw the bone of the chicken wing down on the table, made a show of breathing hard, then chugged the rest of his beer. "Fuckers got hotter since last month!" The other three had to agree, much sweat was flowing around the table.

"Yeah, tweaked it a bit based on some...customer input." Mike laughed out loud, which was more like a wounded tiger roaring, specks of hot sauce flying about, and sticking in his beard. He was the archetype strip club owner, a huge bearded man who proudly owned and operated one of the most successful chains of skin joints in south Florida. He was a bear, well over 6'4", with the mass to fill it out. A linebacker in college, he went to the gym to throw around more dead weight for fun than most people even want to look at, much less even attempt to move by muscle action alone. He was that rare human being that had actually found their soul mate in a strip club, in his case after he bought the Mystique. He had intended to make the bankrupt club his flagship, something he succeeded at. Meanwhile, he noticed that one of the dancers actually had gray matter between her ears, and that he was madly in love with her. In typical Mike fashion, he had simply gone to her after a night of pole hugging, and asked her to be his slave, explaining to her that what she to look forward to in the form of total submission to his every whim and will. To his great surprise, she had accepted, and Allison had been his every since.

"Fucking A, that shit is awesome." Stan coughed, and the woman dressed in strategically placed glittering rags rushed to bring him milk. It was well known amongst the girls that Stan did not really do well with hot stuff, so when the boys came around, they kept milk on hand. Stan pulled her into his lap, poured the milk over her breasts, and began to lick it off. Mercedes (she was not one of the smarter ones, as her selection of artist name would tell the average observer) squealed with delight, pulled his head down into her ample cleavage to make sure he got it all, and gave a special shake to her ass when he stuffed the twenty into the rag serving as a g-string. 

"Did you guys give anymore thought to what I mentioned at the last meeting of our great association?" Markus was an accountant by trade, and even in jeans and a t-shirt, he looked like it. Jacob, Stan, Mike and Darren all rolled their eyes, got the standard response of a slow, slow, slow release of air passed pursed lips, then settled down to hear his pitch again.

"I don't see why you guys are so anti. We have all been to the conventions, the parties, the retreats, whatever. So what is the big deal with being on a boat? They are having great response everywhere else, except here in south Florida. I don't understand that. Hell, last year the three of us went and had a great time." He waved to include Stan and Mike. "I mean, it's a big fucking boat, there will be other things going on."

"Yeah, but you know...five fucking days?" Amongst them, Darren was the one least into the lifestyle. He had been married to Angie for five years before they had discovered the idea of slavery/submission through the Internet. He was also the most well read on the idea, and tended to be the most reserved.

"Jesus, there are ports of call. You will get your money's worth of vacation."

"I can vouch for that, as much as I don't want to. Me and the pet cruised Celebrity last winter, and it was a great time." Mike made a slurping sound as he sucked the meat off the bone, and then threw the chicken wing into the bucket in the middle of the table in a high arc.

"Which winter was that, the blizzard of 03?" Jacob, like Mike, was from up north. So to him, there was no such thing as a winter in Florida. It was just not as hot as the rest of the time.

"Fuck you, the horse you rode in on, and the turtle you'll crawl home on."

"No need to get personal, jeez." Jacob took another bite of a wing, and instantly his mouth was on fire again. He loved that feeling. "What do you think the girls are doing?"


Big Dogs and Small Cats Ch. 01



"Twenty dollars says he's gonna do it."

"I'll take that bet."

"Me, too." Angie actually had to lean back to see what was going on, but it was well worth the effort. Things had slowed down in the restaurant by now, and they had finished eating. However, desert was always in order at such events, so each was digging into her favorite past-time, which was chocolate for four out of five. From their vantage point they could watch what was going on below at the Maitre' De stand. 

From the looks of it, Milton was putting the moves on Tiffany. They had been doing an awful lot of talking while standing very close to one another, and they had taken two breaks together in the last hour and a half. Very suspicious. Sarah was sure she had good odds.

Her stock rose even higher when Milton took a look around, and everybody at the table knew he was steeling himself for something. He leaned over, whispered in her ear, and the girls gasped, then giggled. Milton picked up the radio sitting underneath the dais, and another guy walked up from the kitchen, taking over at the door. He gave Milton an unmistakable look, but suddenly the two were just gone.

"I win."

To say that conditions were cramped would have been an understatement. They were all the way at the back of what used to be a hallway to a fire exit. Then the restaurant had added on, and the hallway had become a storage cabinet that was more deep than wide. At some point the light in the back had burned out, and now it was a small, dark hole that you could squeeze into to hide out for a bit. And he was squeezing.

She had slid in first, past the stacked boxes of condiment jars, and the other things that a restaurant simply acquires, until the darkness swallowed them. He was behind her, and slowly slipped his arms around her, kissing her neck and finding her breasts. A soft moan passed her lips as he began to rub them, finding her nipples and teasing them to full hardness. She began to slide up and down, rubbing her full ass against his crotch, bringing him to full attention, straining against his pants.

She turned around, which took some effort, and they were face to face. He came in hard and fast, his lips locking on hers. Both wrapped their arms around the other, and they just kissed. Tongues battled back and forth, hands went through hair, but really there was only the kiss that would not end.

Finally they had to break for air, but her tits were still mashed against him, and they turned him on. Slowly he pulled her shirt off, getting his first look at what he had dreamed about so many times. His eyes had gotten used to the dark, so he could make out the shape and size of her areola even in the darkness. Leaning down, he sucked her nipples, biting them gently as he squeezed her ass, sucking her tits and licking them. He worked up and down her soft skin, tasting her, to her neck, back down, along her sides to her arms, back to her tits, until she pulled his head up and kissed him again.

"Do you have a condom?"

"Always."

"Know what to do with it?"

"Of course!"

"Oh stop it, if you want me to take your cherry you gotta put up with some attitude." She kissed him again, then pushed back a bit, and slid out of her pants. It was a bit of a wiggle maneuver in the close quarters, but she did it by squatting some, which put her right in front of his cock.

Unzipping his pants, she freed the raging hard-on, and instantly swallowed it. He almost screamed out as he was introduced to the world of blowjobs, her tongue slathering around his cock, her hands fondling his balls. He was deep in the back of her throat, which was making swallowing motions, and it was driving him crazy.

Slowly she kissed her way back up, a knowing smile on her face. He had almost blown his load right there. She heard the tell tale rip of plastic, and then he was ready for battle. They kissed again, and she turned around and bent over a smaller stack of boxes, rubbing her ass against him. He took the hint, stepped up behind her, and took a hold of her tits. She reached down between his legs, got a hold of him, and guided him to her pussy.

Slowly, slowly, slowly he pushed into her, inch by inch, until he felt his crotch pushing against her ass. She was breathing shallow and slow as he massaged her tits, kissing her neck. He had never felt anything like it, and the sensation threatened to push him over the edge, but he managed to contain himself for a second. 

They stayed like that, both enjoying the feeling of the others body, the taste, the smell, and the connection. Finally he started to move, a gentle rhythm that dragged his cock out of her, teasing her in all the right spots, then pushed back in, pushing her higher and higher. His gut instinct was to pound her, hard and fast, to get his, but something stopped him. Maybe he had read it somewhere, or seen it in a movie or porn. But he took his time, slowly building speed, her breath sticking in her mouth. 

One hand traced down to her pussy, and after some fondling found what he was pretty sure was her clit, and started massaging it as well. She moaned out softly, then bit his other arm to silence herself. He was almost at full speed now, and she was crying out into the flesh she was tearing.

The searing pain in his arm only turned him on more, as he slammed into her harder and harder, his cock seemingly twitching and growing inside her pussy, being clenched and squeezed by her wetness. He knew it was coming, and knew it was senseless to try to stop it.

His first orgasm inside a woman took his breath away, and for a second he thought he saw stars. His body was still moving, and she seemed to shudder underneath him, as she experienced her own first. It took several more seconds before his body was fully spent, and they were just panting and hanging on to each other.

"Sorry I bit you."

"That's ok, I think it added to the moment." He pulled his arm back, and could see where she had broken the skin in two spots. Wow.

"I've never had an orgasm from sex before." She felt him slip out, then he turned her around in his arms and kissed her. "But I really like it."

"Glad to be here for you." He kissed her again, hard. "Thanks."

They cleaned up in silence, and then headed back upfront, where another backup had developed. Tim was clearly out of his league up front, so they went straight to work, not noticing the high fives at the table up above.

"Look at those eyes. She just got laid."

"I want proof." Angie put her hand in the air to call for a waiter.

"Just give it up, you lost."

"I know I lost, I still want proof." Angie had a mischievous grin on her face.

"Incorrigible."

The house was dark and silent when Kat dropped Sarah off, so she took her shoes off outside, then let herself in, and quietly padded up the stairs. Both cats were sitting at the top of the stairwell, and followed her down the hall as she headed for the bedroom. She heard the dog snoring in the bedroom, which was a good thing, sometimes he got a bit excited. Jacob was lying on top of the sheets, naked as a jaybird, his head cocked to the side, making those strange noises he made after drinking. She found them cute.

Stripping naked, she slowly crawled into bed, starting at his feet, and kissing up slowly. Her lips tasted the salt of the sweat on his body, and she could smell the smoke. He had been clubbing himself. Her nose crinkled, but no woman had left a stain of perfume on her man. No surprise there. Slowly she continued her journey upward, both her cats having now jumped onto the bed to watch the show with studied disinterest.

Her travels finally brought her face to face with his one eyed monster, twitching, as it lay asleep. She kissed the head, slowly twirling her tongue around the uncut meat, then swallowing it all the way into the back of her throat. He moaned in his sleep, and she kissed it again, then climbed onto his chest, and curled up on him. The cats joined in shortly, and they all fell into peaceful slumber.

She was in the habit of waking up before him, and today was no different. Slowly she crawled back out of bed, and headed downstairs to make breakfast. It was Saturday, which called for oatmeal and bacon, with some cut fruit and juice. Neither of them drank coffee, but they occasionally enjoyed tea with breakfast. Not today, she decided.

It took ten minutes, and then she was back upstairs, where he had just woken up and was playing with Angel by dangling a sock off the bed. The pure white cat would try to swat at it, and he would pull it back, making the kitty meow until her target reappeared. They could do this for hours.

"Good morning."

"Same to you. When did you get back last night?"

"Two twenty. Want to hear something funny?" She put down the tray, and went over to where she had deposited all her things on the dresser last night, pulling out the forty dollars she had won from her bet.

"Shoot." Jacob sat up, dropped the sock, and watched her cat go crazy on it. Of course, this was the same cat that would lick your toe until it was soaking wet, and then attack it as if to make it dinner.

"You know Milton, down at Juniors?" She waited for him to nod, then crawled back in bed, and dropped the money on his tray. "Well, with some well placed hints and encouragement, I got him to screw that other chick, Tiff or whatever her name is, and I won forty bucks because the others said it could not be done." 

"Impressive. You can keep the money." He had a grin on his face, which was about as emotive as he got in the morning. Leaning down, he kissed her gently on the forehead, and she turned her head up, so he kissed her lips as well. Breakfast lay forgotten as she crawled into his lap, feeling his morning wood against her leg.

She knew what he wanted, knew him better than she knew herself, and knew how to serve him. The blouse she had slipped into dropped of her shoulders, exposing her full breasts for his mouth to ravage, as she began to stroke his member in her hands. Soft moans and yelps passed her lips as he bit and mauled her tits, then her neck. His hands grabbed her ass, smacking and squeezing it. 

She pulled up a bit, slipping him into her pussy, then rammed down with full force. He cried out as she squeezed him at the same time, her pussy working him. She was fast and furious, slipping up and down on his cock as hard as she could, fucking him against the headboard, bracing herself above him. He moaned into her mouth as they kissed, pulling her close, still fingering her ass.

The feeling of his fingers in her ass drove her crazy, his big cock all the way in her pussy, his hips bucking up into her along with her rhythm, pushing her high right alongside him. Throwing her head back, she screamed his name as he exploded in her pussy.

He groaned out loud as she collapsed against him. His hand ran up into her hair, dragging her down across his body and pulling her off him. She was presented with his cum covered member before her face, and she licked it clean before he placed her across his lap, his still hard cock poking her in the stomach, her ass high in the air.

He pushed his fingers deep into her black hair, almost grabbing it at the base, and then his hand sailed through the air, and spanked down on her ass. She cried out, and started to buck under him, her tits pressed into the sheets, her face buried in the covers. She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she squeezed with all her might against the spanking the followed.

It was measured, spread across the skin of her bottom, but when he was done it would all burn equally. It always did. He was an artist with his hand, and it did things to her she would have never though possible if she had not experienced them with him at unpredictable times. His cock was pushing against her, seemingly with a life of its own, as he tattooed her ass with his blows, the burning spreading through her insides until she threw her head back and screamed out loud, her entire being and body shaking in orgasm. 

He kept her at that edge until she felt she would burst, then pulled her back, and into his arms. She curled up like the pet she was to him, got her kisses, and closed her eyes as she lay against him. His body moved around her as he ate and watched the morning news for several minutes, then it was time to get up, and he carried her into the shower. 

"You are so good to me." She swooned as she leaned into him.

"Because I love you."

The house was, quite naturally, a bright kind of yellow-orange that one only found in southern Florida or southern California. Maybe some other southwestern states, but she doubted it. This house screamed Florida beach in a way that only palm trees, screened in porches, small pools, banana trees, and well, orange paint, can.

Slowly Sarah rolled up to the curb, and looked at the house. She truly found it ugly and repulsive. What was Jacob thinking? But she knew what he was thinking, knew that he was right, and knew that this was why she was here. As much as she was his, with every fiber of her being, he had sought her out and made her his because he knew her to be a very intelligent and very talented professional. So in business they were more equals than master/servant. He handled all the people work, and she did everything else. Like this part.

Stepping out of the car, she grabbed her bag, and walked up the short driveway. She would get this part later. Letting herself inside, she surveyed the empty space. Of course the entry way was mirrored, then there was one huge room, with a kitchen off to the side. Open floor plan, her mind said. Let's get to work.

She was slow and meticulous, working with the camera at a steady pace, her narrative a very measured and practiced voice. She had already memorized the text he wanted her to say, and it went flawless. So she did not notice the Suburban until she walked back outside to change batteries.

"Hey Kat."

"What's up girl?" The two hugged, then Kat indicated the truck with her head, and they climbed inside. She had brought Sandwiches from their favorite deli, and they ate in silence for several minutes before Sarah had to ask.

"I thought we were on for tomorrow?"

"We were, but I could not wait." She took a sip from her drink, then turned towards her friend. "Did Jacob talk to you about the cruise?"

"He mentioned it, but you know he makes all those decisions."

"Stan does, too, but he knows that I hate big ships, so he asked first. I guess Markus brought it up again, and Mike and Darren are basically sold."

"I didn't know that."

"Well, here is the thing. Apparently the trip is not only the regional retreat, but also a big recruiting thing. Not only will there be all the stuff we always do, but a bunch of new people." Kat looked forward again, and let her friend process.

Sarah understood now. When Jacob had first brought her to south Florida, she had been just over a year into the D/S lifestyle, if that is what one called it. He had introduced her to the four other couples, all of them having been together longer than she had considered herself a slave. Yet out of all of them, only Allison was more secure in her role as a slave, going so far as to have it tattooed across the small of her back. Kat was often conflicted, torn by her enjoyment and true satisfaction with what she did, and the knowledge that her family would freak if they found out that their darling daughter let herself get whipped with a riding crop on the regular. She was the youngest of five girls, and had been the youngest of three slaves when she first had become Stan's. Apparently she had not really bloomed into her role until he had dropped the other two and so Kat got nervous around new people.

"I'm sure you can stay away from the newbies. I mean, it supposedly is a big ass ship."

"I know, but still. It's not only that...I've gained five pounds."

"Are you being serious right now?" Sarah took a closer look at her friend, trying to find the weight.

"Yes, I am." Kat leaned back, her food now forgotten and discarded. "Sarah, I love you. And I hate you. I wish I had your body, but I'm ten years older than you, and I've had two kids. I think my body is going through all the things that come with that, and hell, I can only work out so much!"

Sarah nodded, not really sure what to say. Her friend had been afraid of weight gain for a while now. And for the last couple of month, her weight had been like a roller coaster, which brought about all the usual body image issues that women are faced with.

"Kat...is this about Stan again?"

"Yes."

"Honey...listen...I'm not really sure what to tell you here. All I know is that he loves you. I know he does, just like I know that Jacob loves me."

"How do you know?"

"He told me the other day."

"He tells you?" Kat seemed incredulous.

"Every now and then. Every couple of weeks, I guess, or something like that. And never 'I love you,' it is always something like 'you know I love you,' or 'because I love you.' He is very introverted like that." Sarah shrugged, and finished off her sandwich. 

"I'm just saying, he never told Erin, Mary, or that other bitch that he loved her. What was her name..." Kat shrugged. "I know he loves me. But I've been on these retreat/recruit things before, and there are always ten thousand little bitches, each one hotter than the next, and they all think they want to be slaves. But they have the mentality that everybody else out there has, so they are on the attack, and they go after your man." Her voice seemed to shake, and the anger was visible in her face. A slave did not pursue a master. It was just not done.

"I mean, they pick up the rules after a bit, but I don't want to fight with some bitch over my husband." The use of the "h" word told Sarah just how serious her friend was.

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"Not really. The kids were being needy yesterday."

"Damn kids."

"I tell you."

"Kat...talk to your husband."

"You think so?"

"Yes." Sarah smiled at her friend, hugged her, then climbed back out the truck. The whole thing had given her an idea.

She thought about it for several days, and when Sunday rolled around, and Jacob pulled out the Harley, she was just about ready to ask him about it. The rumble always made her horny. Or maybe it was the way the bike vibrated between her legs. Whatever it was, she was always nice and juicy by the time they got to wherever it was they were going. Maybe he did that purpose to torture her, she did not know. But she knew that it felt good, so she hugged him close, arms and legs wrapped around him (she had seen that in a movie once, and he loved that trick), her head just over his shoulder, eyes shielded by her glasses, looking at the ocean as it flew by.

Finally he pulled into the parking lot by the pier, and they climbed off. First stop was the ice cream truck that was always parked there on weekends. He surprised her, three scoops instead of the normal one, and then they walked down to the end, watching families fish and feed the birds, holding hands, and looking to the entire world like any other couple out for a stroll in the sun.

"Can I ask?"

"Stan told me about Kat."

"So I take it that I'm not getting fat?"

"Don't get froggy."

"Yes, master." She shut up and licked her ice cream, then leaned over and kissed his cheek from below, a gesture of submission. He kissed her back, but she could tell that he was absent minded.

"What do you think about the cruise?" He had wrapped one arm around her, pulling her close.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about it." If it is ok, she left unsaid. The choice about her talking, about them going, about it all, was his and she would fully accept whatever it was he said. 

"Talk away." That was his way of telling her to speak her mind freely. She knew of couples that had no such code, but it made her feel that much closer to him. They had stopped at the end of the pier, and she leaned into him, smelling his scent.




Big Dogs and Small Cats Ch. 01



"I have been thinking, and there is something I want to propose." She licked her ice cream cone, watching his face, and by his expression could tell she was clear to proceed. "I know there are things you want that you don't get from me."

"No there are not."

"Yes, there are. Like blond hair, and big tits."

"Not this again." He rolled his eyes, and she thought he would cut her off. When they had first started their relationship, he had let it slip once that all his other slaves had been big-breasted blonds, something confirmed by the other pets. It had taken her a while to get over it, but over it she was.

"No, please listen. I'm way over that. Please." There was true pleading in her eyes, and he kissed her again, long and slow, their lips dancing back and forth as they embraced, her body melding to his.

They stood like that for what seemed like forever. She loved the feeling of his arms around her, enveloping her in her own private haven of strength, protection, warmth and love. It was true that there were long periods of time when he did not say anything to her, when he did not express it in ways that others would understand, but she felt it in his kiss, in the way his eyes longed for her, the way his fingers played her body, in the way that he cared for her and controlled her. It was a true love they shared, and she could taste it on his tongue when it pushed into her mouth. It was in his hands as they roamed her body, and his heartbeat that she felt against her chest.

So when she started talking, he listened, cuddling her close against the rising wind from the ocean. They sat on the bench, and she laid it all out for him, he nodded or shook his head, and eventually she left it up to him, just as she had always known she would. Then they kissed again, he promised to think about it, and they headed home. Another weekend was over, and it was time to get back to work.

"Good game." The sarcasm in Mike's voice could not have been thicker if he had tried. Amongst them all, he was probably the worst golfer, somebody who could use his tremendous strength to drive the ball, but that was about it. The rest of them just let it go, knowing fully well that not everybody is equally blessed in the golf department, and they walked over to the clubhouse.

Two beers later, he had calmed down enough for them to return to regular conversation. Darren had brought up his topic again, and everybody threw in their usual gripes and complaints, except for Jacob.

"You don't have anything to say today?" 

"Everybody else is just giving you shit, you know they'll go. I'm still thinking about it." Jacob finished his beer, contemplated another one, and decided against it.

"How come?"

"My pet brought something up the other day. Just has me thinking." He looked at the bar again, thought about it one more time, but came to the same conclusion. "She wants me to take another slave. Wants? Offered? Who knows? Anyway, she brought up the idea of another slave in my house."

"Really?" Markus leaned forward. This was something he had been interested in for a while. And he almost had Margie convinced.

"Yeah. Not really sure why. But she is pretty convinced it is a good idea."

"What do you think? It can create problems." Darren was once again the voice of restraint. "Not a road to travel lightly."

Stan offered his opinion from the other side of the table, still trying to perfect the trick of throwing a peanut into the air and catching it in his mouth. The floor around him looked like a bad steak joint. "Well...you know I used to have three slaves and I think that if there is all the same shit that you need in a regular submission, it is no problem. They just have to be committed to the idea." He shrugged. Of course, this had been years ago, and Kat was the only one left, her innocence and passion creating an attraction that had lead to marriage to his slave. Having multiple slaves was not really a long time proposition in his mind, but something you did when you had the time to fully immerse yourself in the lifestyle.

"That's all horseshit. What you need is a hierarchy of bitches." Mike slammed the rest of beer number three, and placed it back on the table. "For example, Allison is my queen bitch, and the rest of them are in a hierarchy below that." They all knew that he was talking about the girls at his clubs, all of whom he regarded very protectively as his property. It was food for thought, but Darren just reiterated his point.

"Playing with fire."

"I know. I'm still thinking about it."

She heard the door open, and ran from the office into the living room, where he was already standing when she got there. He snapped his fingers twice, and pointed to the floor, a signal that needed no explanation. Instantly she shed her clothes, and got on her knees next to him. He pulled a collar out of his pocket, and snapped it over the one she wore all the time. Then he hooked a leash into it, and picked her up. 

He kissed her long and hard, his lips attacking hers with ferocity she had not seen in a while. As he carried her up the stairs he sucked her tits, biting the nipples. She hugged close to him, feeling the heat radiating from him. He turned down the hallway, then into their bedroom. Placing her on the floor, he pushed open the smallest of the three closets in the room, revealing a cage that looked like a deluxe version of the type used for the dog during the day. Opening it, he gave her a slight push, and she crawled inside. Kneeling down, he locked the collar in place on her neck, locked the other end to the cage, then closed the door, locked it as well, then closed the closet door, leaving her in the darkness. She heard his footsteps as he left the room, then it was silent.

Due to the size of the cage, she basically had no choice but to be on her knees, collared to the door. She had, over time, developed a position where she bent down a bit, placing her forearms on the floor, lying her face down. She could not turn or lay down; there was not enough room. As always, her breath had quickened when he had collared her, and then again when he had carried her up the stairs. The first couple of times she could remember fighting it, but he always won. 

But it had the same effect, even then. Her pulse would race, sweat would break out on her brow, and her pussy would flood. The helplessness of it all, the total dominance of his being, the total submission of hers, it all conspired to drive her to a sexual edge that she did not experience anywhere else. So she lay there, her whole body shaking with sexual tension, not sure why he had placed her in the cage today. He did it at random intervals, and then he would take her, take her hard. Sometimes it was something he did when she got uppity with him. Had she committed a transgression against her master?

Time had no meaning in the cage; she had been locked up for over twelve hours on several occasions. So when the door to the closet opened after what seemed a relatively short time, she was surprised. The door flew open, and he yanked her out by her leash, almost throwing her onto the bed.

She scrambled to get up, but he was on top of her, the leash tied to the bed in a flash, his body pressing down on her. She was still trying to get away, her body quivering with anticipation, but she knew that it was a futile fight, and one she wanted to lose. Pushing against him she tried to get his weight off, but he only bit her shoulder, pressing her down.

His hard stiff member pushed against her pussy, and just like that he slipped inside. She groaned out, an orgasm rippling through her body. She heard the cuffs click as he cuffed her to the bed, but it meant nothing as he slammed his cock into her, harder and harder, driving her into the bed, pounding her.

She only felt the fingers in her ass when it was too late, the lube warming her insides. He withdrew from her pussy, and then pushed into her ass, slowly and smoothly. He knew her body better than she did, knew exactly how to push into her, what angle, what speed, what force. It drove her crazy each time, ever since the first time he had ever done it in the back of a limo in Vegas. This time was no different.

She screamed out his name as he filled her all the way, forcing the air from her lungs. She begged, for what she was not sure, but he fucked her ass, hard and strong, with deep strokes that filled her to her very core, shaking her body as he pushed a fat dildo into her pussy. The presence of her master and the warm toy in her drove her over the edge. She screamed out again, her whole body bucking against him as she came, her ass squeezing his cock as hard as it could.

That always did it for him, and he exploded into her ass, filling it with his cum. She moaned and cried, raw with sexual energy, still shaking from the orgasm she had just received. He had not fucked her like that in awhile. She knew of nothing else that felt as good in life. It was a piece of heaven in her life.

He reached up and uncuffed her hands, yet kept them under control as he untied the leash. That was truly rare. Slowly pulling out, he plopped his cock out of her ass and kissed her. She followed his lips up as he pulled away, needing more. She almost instantly felt the sting of his hand on her ass, bringing out another cry of pleasure.

"Are you sure about what you said the other day?"

"I'm your willing slave, as I told you then, anything for my master."

"You know what this can do? Do not do it for me, tell me if this is something you want. I did not ask for this."

"I know. I have thought about it, long and hard. And it is something I want, to give to both of us. It won't, can't do anything. If you take a thousand slaves, I would remain your slave, your slut, and your whore. I'm all yours." A single tear welled up in her eye, and he kissed it away. He knew it was true, and she knew he knew.

"We'll see." He carried her into the bathroom, clipped the leash to the shower, and they washed each other. It was a slow ritual they enjoyed together as often as their life allowed, taking time to explore each other. Afterwards he normally took the collar off, and this time was no different.

"Give me your collar." She knelt down on the plush carpet, and slowly undid the silver buckle at the back of her neck. Handing it over, she watched him drop it onto the counter, and pull another one out of a box. Handing it over, he told her to put it on. She looked at it for a second, and then slipped it around her neck. The leather felt reassuring around her neck, the silver tab at the front of her neck cool and comforting. 

The original one had been a star, etched into a gold tab. The new one still had the star, but the tab had gotten a bit bigger, and this one was silver. Now, there was a dog underneath it, clearly a pit bull. He was standing in the traditional pit bull stance in pictures, with a small kitten between his legs. She ran her fingers across the etching, feeling how fine the lines were. It was a motive he had mentioned before. She looked up at him, the question clear in her eyes.

"You'll see when the time is right."

He snapped the second collar around her neck again, which surprised her. This time he led her back into the bedroom by her leash, and ushered her back into the cage. Again he locked the collar, then the leash, and finally the cage door. But this time he did not close the closet door, only pulled it partially closed. He stood for a second, admiring his handiwork, then stepped out of view. She heard him leave the room, body tensed in anticipation. This was truly a rare treat. 

He was back several minutes later, pulling open the closet door. She saw that he had the canvas camcorder bag with him, and with quick efficiency he set up the camera atop the cage. Then he flipped down the screen, closed the door again, and used the remote control to zoom it directly onto the bed. She could tell where this was leading, and she let out a soft whimper.

He knelt down in front of her, opened the cage, and pulled her towards him, softly kissing her lips. "Are you sure?"

She could not find the words to speak, and only nodded softly. He kissed her again, and then locked the cage and put the door back in its position. She could see him moving around the room getting dressed, a routine she had often been a part of. Finally he turned off the light, bathing her entire existence in darkness, and she heard the front door close. 

Cold sweat covered her body as she waited in the crouched position, unable to control her breathing. Her heart was racing, and she wanted to break free and chase him down. But she knew he would not allow that, and she could not even if she wanted to. Slowly she reached up, and felt the new tab. The etching was fine enough for her to feel it in the dark with just the tip of her finger. Was that on purpose? She finally got a hold of herself, and relaxed. Was this what she had wanted?

The pickup would be easy enough, he told himself. He was a good-looking man, he knew that, with his enchanting brown eyes, chocolate skin, and body chiseled by a love of working out and a vigorous partner. He was a natural salesman, which helped in his profession, but also when in a club. He knew the owner, and so got to skip the whole standing in line part. But it was important to walk by the line so that everybody standing in line saw you, especially the bitches.

Once inside he took the time to say hello to Adam, then moved down to the bar. Mary, a former slave of his still worked the bar, and he paid her a short visit. She hugged him as a form of greeting, her ample chest pushing against him. But she was not suitable to the task at hand. She was one of many that thought she wanted to be enslaved by a powerful man, but had been woefully wrong, but Jacob had understood, and they could laugh about it now.

"How have you been?"

"Good. Listen, I need your help with something." He smiled his winning smile at her, and told her what he needed. She laughed, made a sarcastic comment, they both laughed, then he bought her a drink and she pointed out a group of girls at the back of the club that had been there for a while. He thanked her, and then made his attack.

She was a dirty blond, a bit shorter then he preferred, but with tits too big for her frame, somewhat common in south Florida. He nonetheless made his move as soon as they spotted him. He knew they had because they all smiled at him at the same time. She was very receptive to him buying her drinks, loved to dance (even if she was no good at it), and was playing tonsil hockey with him before he even had to put down the bump-n-grind routine. Too easy.

So they found themselves in the foyer of his expansive house before too long. The making out had been drastic as he drove, and he had not bothered to put his dick back in his pants from where he had been trying to gag her with it in the truck. She should really work on her technique, but he did not tell her that. Why bother?

Slowly he pulled off her blouse, her bra, then her skirt found its way to the floor, until she was only in a white thong and heels. He pinned her to the wall outside his bedroom, his lips all over her body. His hands mashed her ample tits, biting them with needy teeth, slowly driving her higher and higher. One hand dove between her legs, and found her wet and willing. He toyed with her slowly, digits stroking her clit, making her moan, and her lips seeking contact with his. He was slow to grant it, until she was whimpering for it.

Lifting her into his arms, he carried her into the bedroom, sliding her onto the sheets. He followed, and she pulled his shirt off. Face to face with his chest she kissed down the warm skin, tasting his salt. Her thong disappeared, and he buried his face in her chest. He really loved her tits, she reasoned, as she ran her fingers across his smooth head. Reaching down between his legs she felt his massive member, moaning out as he slipped out of his pants and pressed his naked body against hers. 

Kissing down her body, his fingers went to work on her pussy, making her moan and cry out as he was all over her. She had never experienced anything like it, the sensation of a man playing her like a violin, her clit on fire, her pussy drenched, her mind demanding more until she exploded in orgasm.

He felt it coming, and was right there, slamming his cock home. She screamed out, as he fucked her relentlessly. His body pinned her to the bed, legs locked behind his body, her heels driving him in harder as she pushed against him with her hands, torn between the desire and the wants. She could not catch herself, in free fall of passion and sensation. She cried out again, her body shaking once more.

He bit her, kissed her, pinched her, slapped her ass, and fucked her harder and harder until she felt him shaking on top of her. She encouraged him to cum, and he did, slamming deeeep into her as he spent himself. They lay together, sweating, kissing, trying to catch their breath, until she slowly separated from him.

He walked her downstairs, and there was laughing. The house got silent, and Sarah thought she would go out of her mind. Finally she heard him on the stairs, and he stepped into the room. He had slipped into a pair basketball shorts, and his cock was still hard. 

Pulling the door open, he unlocked the leash from the cage, and pulled her out. First he led her into the bathroom, and watched as she did her business. She cast a glance into the trashcan as she passed, and spotted a used condom. She had not noticed that. Then back into the bedroom, where he handed her a glass of water. Greedily she sucked it down, before being lifted onto the bed, where he undid the second collar, and kissed his pet gently.

"Spread your legs."

She did as he commanded, lying on her back, her pussy open for his inspection. He did not even have to touch it to see the effect.

"Holy shit." He rarely ever cursed like that, but the look on his face was one of total disbelief. Reaching down, he touched her, and she shuddered. Her clit was engorged like he had never seen, pulsing as if it had a life of its own. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing at him like little fingers of want. Flicking across her hood, he heard her sharp intake of air, watched her shudder as she almost orgasmed.

"Did you watch us?"

"Yes, master."

"And?"

She did not answer, could not answer, as he was playing with her pussy, and her body seemed to be beyond her control. A malevolent smile spread across his face as he slipped out of his shorts, and lay atop his pet. She scooted back a bit to give him enough room on the bed, and then he was inside her.

Again screams echoed through the house, as he slowly moved in and out of her. Her body was a live wire, shaking with pleasure and desire as his big cock dragged across her fiery clit. She scratched his back, screamed out his name, and begged, begged, begged for more. His pace built up to where their rhythm, the one they always shared, and he had to fight to hold her down, she was almost beyond his control.

"FUCK ME MASTER, MY KING, JUST FUCK ME!"

He complied, and she screamed out again as he made her his once more. Her orgasm was the most intense it had ever been, and when he finally came into her pussy, she simply collapsed, spent, unable to give anymore. Her self was exhausted.

"Talk away."

"I can't explain it..." Her voice was a soft whimper, and he pulled her into his arms, cuddling her like the kitten she was to him. Gently he kissed her, and collected the tears she shed.

"I have never felt anything like it. You have been so good to me, a gift from god. But when I saw you with another...it drove me crazy. My pussy was on fire. I touched myself, but even without, I think I still would have cum. I probably soaked the carpet in there. It was unreal." She shuddered as he reached between her legs. "I mean, I mean...I heard you come in, and I had to stuff my hand in my mouth to keep from moaning too loud when I heard you on the stairs. Then you fucked her, and I could feel it...could feel you fucking her, what it felt like, the whole experience. It drove me crazy with lust."




Big Dogs and Small Cats Ch. 02



Sarah mashed herself against Jacob, tasting his lips on hers, letting out a soft moan as he pushed his crotch into her. She could feel his hardness against her, and it was driving her crazy. God, she loved him and the way he made her feel. Was there anything better in life?

It had been over three weeks since the night she had first discovered her most deepest and base desire. Since then the video he had made of his encounter had been filed in their rather large collection of home videos and she had watched it as often as she could get away with. All the videos they had made over time, either by themselves or with other pets, were organized by date, location, and those involved. She tried several other ones as well, but none matched what this one did for her. There was the super bowl party last year, where all the pets had made out with each other dressed like Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders, which had always been a favorite, but it was nothing compared to this. The sensation that raced through her body was not the same as when she had been locked in the cage, on her knees watching him fuck that slut, but it came close, and it made her incredibly horny. And the knowledge that they would go on the cruise with the possibility of acquiring another slave made the heat that much worse.

Of course, going on a cruise necessitates several things. First, travel documents must be in order. This one was easy, as he had taken her on several trips across national boundaries before, and he had such things available and locked in the safe in the house. Next, one must research the activities that will be offered on the boat and during the ports of call. From there one can then start packing, and if you are taking a woman with you, this always will necessitate one more step. Shopping.

Before stepping into her current lifestyle, Sarah had been a Grade A shopaholic, something that her first master Mark had never understood, and just one more reason he had not been able to dominate her the way Jacob was able to. Shopping was a rare treat, and one he tightly held the reigns on. But she knew the signs, the times, and the excitement it always brought. 

It had started that morning when she woke up, trying to slip out of bed to perform her Saturday morning duty of making him breakfast. What she did not realize was that he was already awake, simply laying in wait for her to move. When she did, he was on in her in a flash, pinning her to the bed. She cried out, causing the cats to leap from the bed and dash from the room, but he was already working her ass over, turning it red with swift quick slaps from his hand, driving her high with a spanking unlike any she had received in a while. She cried and begged, one hand between her legs as she made it sting and burn, finally throwing her from the bed with the admonition that she better be quick about breakfast. She hurried, but knew it would not be fast enough. 

So she delivered the tray, and almost instantly got her ass whipped again by his hand, bringing tears to her eyes and flooding her pussy. She could not help herself, frigging herself to multiple orgasms as he made her submit to him over and over again, until she begged for mercy.

"I'm pretty sure you can figure out what I have on the agenda for today." He had released her finally, but made her kneel on the floor, her heels pushing into her ass, the delicious burning keeping her in a heightened state of sexual arousal. She only nodded, hands folded in her lap, fingers twitching just short of her pussy. "But before I take you out in public, you need to work out." The malevolent smile again, and she moaned. He selected a white sports bra, and when he threw it at her she caught it and slipped into it. He also selected her white sneakers, and socks. They were not the regular workout socks she would have chosen, but frilly schoolgirl socks. She had never really understood that part, but figured they went with the minor foot fetish he had, since he apparently liked them on her, which was all that mattered.

Finally he handed her a racer back thong that had been modified through the addition of a remote controlled vibrator that would sit right at the entrance to her pussy, reaching up to her clit when she wore it. Slipping into it, she whimpered when the soft silicone touched her tenderness. He had fucked her hard last night, the first sign that this was coming.

His gym was located in what was designed to be one of six bedrooms. And as always when he played this game with her, first she did cardio, following the instructions of the cardio-kick box video playing on the TV hanging from the ceiling. It was a bit of a challenge at first to perform the high kicks and jumps in the outfit he made her wear, but she had gotten used to it over time. What she never got used to was he there with the video camera, and the remote. At random times he would hit the button, and the vibrations would shoot through her pussy, making her mad with lust and desire. Today was particularly bad, and she was sure it was on more then off. But if she stopped following the video, he was there, spanking her again. It was not long before she was reduced to moaning and heavy breathing, tears of pleasure streaming down her face, barely able to keep up.

Two large cable pulley machines took up the center of the room, and there was a circuit she had to do there afterwards. He let her catch her breath for a second until he made her continue. Often he would just hold her down on the bench and take her, fucking her silly. She expected him to jump on her at any minute, and give her what she needed, what she begged for several times. But he did not, instead he just kept teasing her, until once again she could barely continue anymore, so bad was the fire between her legs. And again he spanked her. She knew that sitting would be dicey for a couple of days, and was certain that before the day was over she would be taking it up the ass. He loved turning it bright red and then fucking it.

Her black hair was matted to her head with sweat, and her eyes were unfocused when he finally carried her back to the shower. The thong was still on, softly vibrating in her pussy, causing her to purr and moan softly against his chest. She loved the contrast of her milky white skin against his chocolate darkness, and she licked the sweat of him whenever he did this. This time was no different, but the simple act made her even hornier.

Finally he let her get on her knees, and put his stiff member in her mouth. She went crazy, and he grabbed her hair, pulling her back. She saw the look of disapproval in his eyes, and almost cried, but then he let her suck him again, and she was in her element.

Her tongue laced up and down, top to bottom, as her hands fondled his balls. She licked the tip, swallowed him whole, her mouth sliding up and down like the pro that she was. She knew where his spots were, what to hit with her tongue, to lick the head like an ice cream cone, to twirl it with the tip, to pop it in and out of pursed lips, to take it to the back and swallow around it, to look up into his eyes, and when to slow down as he started to twitch.

The explosion of hot jizz into her mouth made her moan around the full shaft that filled her throat. The simple act caused her own small spasm, and she had to steady herself against the shower wall to stay upright, swallowing every drop. She kept sucking, licking the tip until it was clean. Finally he pulled her up, back into his arms, and kissed her gently. She kissed him back, spooning into his body, submitting to his demands. Sliding a finger into her pussy he felt her wetness, causing her to moan again. He played her slowly, but it did not take much. She was almost there, her body already locked up when he stopped.

She let out a sound of frustration, a sign of just how high she was in the throes in the sexual ecstasy. Almost instantly he dragged her from the shower, bent her over the counter, and slammed his cock into her pussy. She screamed out, orgasm exploding through her, then cried again as he pinned her to the cold marble with his hips, his cock buried in her to the hilt, spanking her with her hairbrush. She whimpered, cried, begged, and finally her body just started shaking, as the release washed over her again. 

The teasing had continued all morning, through the fashion show involved in getting her dressed, across the several errands they ran before they came to the mall, and had not stopped since. After all, is there a better place to shop then the mega-malls that dot south Florida?

Pushing herself into his firm body, she let out a soft sigh, her body still smoldering with what he had been doing to her all day. Her ass was on fire, not helped by the fact that he decided to take the scenic route everywhere they went in his truck. She saw him smile down at her, and closed her eyes when he kissed her, moaning softly into his lips. 

She had noticed two distinct things since the night of her discovery. One was that his affection had become a bit more tender. Not on this particular Saturday that much, but overall. He touched her more in the caring ways that she had often longed for, kissed her softly when he passed, and did a million small things that put a soft glow on her features, each of them a small piece of affirming his deep commitment to his pet. The other was that he had become a shameless flirt.

It seemed that everywhere they went he was talking to girls. Not just any girl, but if there was an attractive woman around, she would get chatted up by her master. If he had a choice, he would take a blond with a big rack, because he noticed that she had the most reaction to those. And he had not yet been wrong. She had been with him for two years, and he had never so much as looked at another woman. Now it seemed as if blinders had been lifted from both their eyes, with him looking around what else there was to have in this world, and her waiting for him to find something that he knew she would enjoy.

He had taken her to the beach last weekend, something that the mountain girl from Colorado truly enjoyed, laying on the sand feeling the sun on her face. Even though they lived in Florida, the beach was not a regular part of the routine, due to the fact that he was not a big fan of sand. She had watched, burning with desire as he chatted up some dirty blond with decent tits. Women really took to him, and it never took long before they were touching him, usually in small ways on the arm or chest. This time was no different, and he brought Anna over, introducing her to his pet. 

She was never really sure what he said to these women, but she knew that they all seemed to sense the same power in him that she did, as she never saw him turned down. Maybe he just always picked right. He had Anna untie first her own, and then Sarah's bikini top, and the two girls lay together on the towel, rubbing each other with suntan lotion as he watched and grinned. There was a lot of unnecessary touching, and it was pretty certain that nobodies' tits would get sunburned that day. She could see how hard he was in his shorts, and it drove her crazy. She had tried to suck him dry on the drive home, only to find herself in a club that night, surrounded by Darren, Mike, Stan, Markus and their pets. 

Jacob had told them about their discovery over dinner, a place where the ten of them could discuss it as if it was the most natural thing. They also quizzed Tiffany on her (still secret) dalliances with Milton, which was more comic diversion. 

That night he had pointed out the group of friends he had found his first victim amongst, and she for the first time meet one of his former slaves. Mary was more then willing to answer questions, and he even let her ask some for a couple of minutes, before his attention was pulled away and he dragged her onto the dance floor.

She was a natural dancer, having taken lessons for many years as a kid, and having been a gymnast in college. They loved dancing together, and this time was no different. It always turned her on, and had the same effect on him, something she truly enjoyed. Nothing made her happier the knowing that she did it for him, and did it over, and over, and over. But she realized that he was still focused elsewhere, and finally she managed to pick out the blond on the other side of the dance floor. His eye flashed when he realized that she knew, and then he dragged her over.

He kept his arm around her the entire time, occasionally interrupting his flirting to kiss and caress his pet, and she did not believe how easy it was for him. He might as well have just walked up and laid his dick on the table. Her name was Annie (which she found to be an odd coincidence), and shortly thereafter the three were dirty dancing together on the dance floor. Two songs later he had the girls do body shots of each other, then make out in a dark corner of the bar. Allison and Kat joined in, and it was time to take the show outside.

They ended up in the back of Kat's Suburban. When they left the bar, Jacob took Sarah's hand, put it in Mike's, and walked ahead with Annie and the car keys. She figured he had told Mike his plan previously, as the bear slowed his pace a bit. By the time they got to the right floor on the parking garage and around the big black truck, he had stripped his latest acquisition to her thong and heels, and made her kneel in the second row. Her ass was a bright red, and she was still wiping the remains of Jacobs cum of her face.

The girls were ushered into the truck, shortly thereafter joined by Margie. Jacob, Markus, Mike and Stan stood around the truck with the doors open, watching the show. Stan actually had his camera in the truck, so posterity was assured. 

Annie was somewhat unskilled, but she made up for it through sheer enthusiasm in the cramped quarters as she went down on the girls, eating them out in succession. Sarah was so turned on that she could not help herself, climbing into her friends and turning the backseat into a human knot of half naked or naked women making out and eating each other out. Jacob let it go on until they figured that security had to be on the way, then he pulled his conquest back out, and pushed Annie against the truck. 

Her face was glazed with juices, but he was not yet done with her. Sarah watched as he worked her over, kissing her, touching her, rubbing her, his hands playing her like he had played her so many times, driving her crazy, taking her to the brink and holding her there, but not letting her go over. He whispered in her ear, she whimpered, but sank to her knees, and watched as Mike and Stan lined up in front of her.

She took her time, sucking their cocks in turn as Markus video taped. Jacob was busy pulling Sarah out of the truck and working his own pet over with a combination of pussy fingering and tit biting. She screamed out just as Mike bellowed, the echo racing into the garage, blowing his load down the girls' throat. Then it was time to go, so they simply threw her and her clothes into the back of Jacobs truck and took her home. Sarah had barely been able to contain herself, but he made her until they got home, where he fucked her senseless, not a far ride in her aroused state.

But it had been the only time there had been actual sexual contact with another woman since the first night, which made her even wilder. Each encounter with a girl he flirted held the potential for him to surprise her again, each time she saw a blond smile at him, she wondered if that one would be eating her pussy.

But so far today, no luck. He had taken her into the bathroom, and had her suck his cock once more. She had seen him strain in his pants all day, and had known that it was coming. But she was never feverish in her own horniness, and was wondering when it would happen. The fire was stoked to hard, something had to give or she would burst.

Her outfit was not helping, selected by him to accentuate the features he already liked. He had started with white thigh highs that ended just short of the pink mini skirt floating around her hips, and down just far enough to conceal the deep red thong currently residing in her ass. White high-heeled thong sandals along with a black t-shirt that was pushing her tits up and together for maximum cleavage rounded out an outfit that was drawing a lot of looks. He selected even her makeup, with the blue eye shadow he so enjoyed and sinfully red lipstick, plus mascara, and eyeliner. Before him she had not really been one for makeup, but she loved it now, because he loved it on her. He was clearly pleased with his product, as he seemed to always either be pulling her close, smacking her ass, or coping a feel of her tit, keeping her hot and needy.

"Question?" Even her voice was quivering, something that made him smile, as he pulled her close and kissed his pet. "Yes, my little toy." "I've just not seen you take a phone number before." "Ohh, that. I dumped it back there with my drink. I just did that to see how you would react. I thought you were gonna faint. But she was not really the right type." He did not elaborate on what was the right type was, just kissed her again, his hand between them, twirling her nipple. She moaned into his lips, on her tipsy toes to reach his lips. She knew that if anybody had the right angle they could probably see her ass hanging out. "Don't worry my little pet, relief will find you." They kissed again, then moved on.

She sighed softly, pushing close to him again, her sliding back into his. A smile of contentment crossed her face when he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, but it did nothing for the fire in her.

Shopping under his supervision was a bit of a time consuming process, but she loved it. They were both fashion whores, but since he controlled her totally, she only got to wear what he chose. So they went store to store, with her modeling and trying on different things, and him deciding if he liked it or not. She rarely got to go shopping with him for his clothes; it was just one more way of him demonstrating his power over her. But all she could think about now was what he would chose next for her to show off as he pushed her into one of the many designer stores that doted the mall.

"Hello, welcome to our store. Anything I can help you find today?" The girl that greeted them wore one of those stupid radios that are becoming so common in today's clothing stores, looking like an out of place old school walkman on her tight white designer slacks. Tight black top and black high heels rounded out the appearance of the modern sales girl.

Sarah's breath caught as the girl approached. She was just a bit shorter then her 5'7", in her early twenties, her hourglass figure having some extra time in the top. Her blond hair was held up by what looked like painted chopsticks, and the make up looked strikingly similar to hers. She knew instantly that this one was no longer safe. Her nametag identified her as Amy, and she was already rolling the name around her mouth, trying to decide how to moan it.

"We are going on a cruise, and I need to dress my toy." He pulled Sarah close when he said the words, drawing a strange look from the girl. She seemed a couple of years younger then Sarah, in her early twenties. They went through a standard routine of where the cruise was going, what they were looking for, and she let him do all the talking. She knew that if she said anything, she would just get spanked, but it took real effort to bite her tongue. 

Jacob was hitting Amy hard, and the only real speed bump he seemed to encounter was occasional interruptions by other customers or store staff members. She still marveled at the way women became putty in his hands, the way he touched them gently, made them laugh and smile, until they suddenly found themselves in his arms. He seemed to seamlessly move from talking about clothes to bringing out a woman's darkest fantasies, to telling her how he could fulfill them, then back to the task at hand and down once more to base desires. It seemed to natural, and the way the girls' legs twitched and nipples hardened, she knew that she was not the only one that felt that way.




Big Dogs and Small Cats Ch. 02



Sarah still remember when she had first meet the man, how she had not been able to help herself as she feel into the love they now shared after her old master lost her to Jacob while gambling. And so she did what he told her, holding up different pieces to her body, getting kissed and groped every now and then as he flirted with the sales girl. Her breath caught when she saw Amy bend over a bin, and Jacob pushed his crotch into the girls' ass. She watched as the young girl struggled for a second, then smiled a coy smile back at the man pinning her in the position, watching him trace a finger up her back, and down around her tit.

Finally he had an ample selection of things he wanted to try in his arms, and asked for the dressing rooms. The young girl was flushed, but she managed to lead them to the back of the store, got a key for a room, and unlocked it for them.

"Uhmm..., I'm sorry but only one person at a..." She was about to state the story policy when Jacob touched her face with his hand. The touch was soft and tender, but it shut her up instantly. It did not matter that they had more then the prescribed six items, either, but his touch slowly drew her forward until she stood at the threshold to the dressing room. It was a full sized one, found in high-end clothing boutiques, with a full door and a large mirror. Sarah noticed all this instantly, knowing what it meant.

"Shhh, little girl." Jacobs voice was barely audible, but she knew that Amy could hear him just fine. "Now, we'll be in here trying these on. You join us when you are ready." He smiled, and pulled the door closed. He made no motion to lock it, turning towards Sarah instead.

She was already on her knees, fully aware of what he would want. Her hands took their time, slowly unzipping his pants and reaching in. Past the silk boxers, she found the pulsing shaft, stroking it with her hand, pulling it out into the open to admire and kiss. A drop of precum oozed of the tip, and she licked it up, a big smile spreading across her face. Looking up, the big smile on his face brought happiness to her being.

Slowly she began to suck it into her mouth when a noise at the door interrupted them. The door opened only slightly, and Amy slipped into the room. She had taken off the radio, but the scene she found gave her pause. Jacob smiled at her, pulling her close as he locked the door.

Sarah moaned as she watched them kiss. Jacob's hand slowly roamed the girls' body, touching and feeling her, exploring her tits and ass. The girl let out a soft whimper as he pulled her top off, exposing her full tits for the first time. He seemed please, and then pulled Sarah up as well. The three stood together, kissing and touching each other, mainly Amy, until she seemed to shudder with anticipation.

"Strip." The command was given in a low soft voice, but Sarah already knew what he wanted. She took Amy's hands, and led them to the buckle of her belt. Slowly the two undressed each other, all the way until Amy was in nothing but a thong and heels, with Sarah in her thong, thigh highs and heels. Jacob seemed pleased.

Pushing Sarah down on the bench, he pushed Amy down on her knees between her legs, getting down with her. He continued to kiss and caress the now naked girl, feeling her tits and ass, gently rubbing her pussy and clit as he whispered in her ear, getting her to finger his slave. Slowly he pushed her head down into Sarah's wetness, his slave wrapping her legs around the new addition to their sex life. He slipped behind the girl, and slowly pushed a finger all the way into her. Another one toyed with her clit, his free hand massaging her tits. His stiff cock was rubbing against the girls' ass, making her moan into his pet.

They stayed down like that for what seemed like forever, the only sounds the slurping coming from Amy's mouth, the moans from Sarah, and the soft yelps that Amy let out whenever he squeezed her clit. Both girls were incredibly hot, bodies shaking with pleasure and desire, his cock straining against itself for release. He felt the girl shake as orgasm washed over her, but he did not stop. His fingers only increased their efforts, now really working her over, pushing in and out of her. Her pace of pussy eating increased as well, until she shook again.

Slowly Jacob pulled her back, holding Amy in his arms and kissing her. She smiled weakly at his encouragement, as Sarah sank into her, content with pleasure but knowing that more was to come.

"Amy, my little pet, have you ever had it up your ass?" The girl weakly shook her head, eyes going wide when she heard the whisper in her ear. He kissed her gently, still stroking her pussy and ass, holding her close to his body. "Now, now, just relax. It is not your time yet." He left it open and very clear that it was his choice to do it to her whenever he felt like it. The girl moaned, unable to meet his eyes, feeling his power over her, the way her body responded to him. 

"But you will help me put it in my little slave here." He made a rolling motion with his hand, and Sarah flipped over, now bent over the bench. "Do you see that red ass? I've been spanking it hard; she's been a bad little girl. So now I'm going to fuck her up the ass, because I own her and I can. And you are going to help me." She moaned out as he whispered the obscene idea in her ear. Sarah had already dug out the lube, and handed it to the young girl, who seemed to shake again when she took the small plastic tube into her fingers.

Jacob pushed the girl down behind his slave, bending her over Sarah. The girl almost mechanically poured lube into the older woman's crack, and began to slowly massage it into her ass. She had read about this once, and it seemed too easy, so natural...

Jacob got behind Amy, kissing up her back, and taking a hold of her hair. Bracing himself with one hand, he placed his cock at the opening to her pussy, and slowly pushed in, no warning, just taking it.

Amy cried out as the head popped in, then he swiftly filled her. She had never had a cock so big in her pussy, and it was driving her mad as he slowly fucked her, with deep, hard strokes. Each time she thought he would pull out, only to knife her again with his hot spear. She wanted to cry it felt so good, redoubling her efforts to lube up the slave.

Sarah was barely able to contain herself, one hand in her pussy, the other stuffed in her mouth to keep her from screaming out to loud. Her hips bucked back against the young girl fingering her ass, and she knew what was coming. The tension was too much for her, and she thought she might black out.

Jacob kept up the slow and steady pace, sliding one hand down to press her clit against his penis. That did it, and she shook again, her body going limp between his and Sarah's for a split second, as she let the orgasm wash over her. He never varied his pace, slow and steady, teasing her with his fingers, kissing her neck.

"Do you feel how she is shaking?" He indicated Sarah with his head, and Amy nodded slowly, trying to catch her breath. "That is because she is all mine. I own her totally, completely, every fiber of her being. She can't wait to please me, can't you baby." Sarah was only able to nod, her breathing ragged and out of control. "See...that is what it means to be a good slave. I think you could be a good slave." He bit her neck, and the girl groaned, her body quivering under his control. Squeezing her clit, she cried out, orgasm racing through her again.

Jacob pulled out of the spent girl, pulling her into his arms as he crawled forward. Kissing her, he dragged her along, pushing her against Sarah's body, not allowing her fingers to escape from their assigned task or place.

His stiff member slapped against Sarah's ass, the heat radiating from it on her spanked ass burning and making her cry out again. "Hold her ass open for me my little pet." He made Amy stick her fingers back in the girls' ass, and spread them open, then grab his cock, and place it at the opening. Wrapping one arm around her, he made sure she was watching the act as he pushed forward, sliding deep into Sarah's bowels.

The girl cried out past her fist, tears of joy streaming down her face. Jacob could not contain himself, and quickly built a hard, fast pace. Amy was gasping as she watched him ass-fuck his toy, not believing how hard he was giving it to her. She could not help herself, she leaned down and started to kiss Sarah, shortly the two were in a full-on make out session.

Those only made Jacob give it to her harder, which made Amy redouble her efforts. She was now fingering Sarah, kissing her, sucking her tits, nibbling her nipples, toying with her hair. It was too much for Sarah, who started shaking and crying out, muffled by Amy's lips. Her body was on fire, vibrating with desire and wanton need, cum dripping out her pussy onto her and Amy's hand, her breath ragged and out of control.

Jacob kept slamming his massive cock into her, spreading her ass out, his balls slapping against her, one more piece to a puzzle that showed her beyond the ridge he often took her two. She was in freefall.

His own explosion came suddenly, his cock blowing in her ass, shooting wad after wad of sticky hot cum into her ass, making her almost lose it and bite of Amy's tongue. The two girls clutched each other tight, kissing, both in the throes of their own orgasm. Jacob collapsed atop them, the three in a sweaty heap, trying to suck air and make the stars go away.

Jacob was the first to pull away, grabbing both girls by the hair and pulling them up. Sarah was first to realize his need, and greedily sucked his cock into her mouth, licking him clean. Not to be left out, Amy got in on the act, and both slobbed his softening cock until it was shiny wet with their saliva, both exhausted but happy with their efforts.

"Amy, take my toy to your bathroom in the back, both of you clean up. You have four minutes." Quickly the girls pulled on their clothes, and dashed out of the room. They were back just in time, and the actual trying on of clothes could start. Amy had put her radio back on, but she was clearly walking a bit funny. But not nearly as much as Sarah.