1 comments/ 70489 views/ 17 favorites The Pet By: The GrandMage Far off in space exists the Planet Varrrr, which is inhabited by creatures who call themselves Felinos. A mix of human and feline characteristics, this species discovered space travel while humans were busy with the discovery of fire. In the not so far future, the first wave of contact reaches Earth. A scant five years later, humans are enslaved, and sold throughout the galaxy to Felinos of wealth, or to corporations who can exploit them for manual labor. *** Sonja moved through the slave market with distaste. It wasn't at the structure itself, the market was a giant dome, and was filled with marble, clean, and warm from the sun's rays. Here and there were glimpses of shining metal, or sanitary white tile. It wasn't the creatures being sold either. Only the finest specimens were set out in these halls, where the wealthy bought their 'pets'. It was, rather, the people in the halls. A few women, dressed in red dresses, made specifically to show off their buxom chests, long legs, and firm asses milled around, scrutinizing both the male and female creatures for value in their 'industry'. Then, there were the salespeople. Sly and cunning, always trying to separate you and your money. Sonja herself was wearing a long black dress, which hugged her curved hips, showed off her shapely legs, and contrasted her white fur without exposing too much cleavage or making her look like one of those flashy felines who seemed to constantly be in heat. At her side was her best friend, Felicity. Felicity was dressed in a short, deep blue skirt, which barely covered her upper thighs. She was also wearing a matching silk blouse which struggled to keep her breasts out of view, her nipples showed through the fabric, hard at all the attention she was obviously receiving. Felicity never wore a bra, or panties for that matter. She said they were 'confining', but Sonja knew the truth. Felicity was a nymphomaniac, and a tease, never failing at an opportunity to show off her sexy body. Sonja was mildly jealous of Felicity's body. She knew that she was beautiful and sexy enough, and that the only reason so many men and women would stare at Felicity was because she showed her body off so much. But, Sonja was much more reserved than her friend, and, while Felicity seemed to take sex as a hobby, bedding any male who could catch her, Sonja had only had sex a handful of occasions, which had only been while she was in heat, unable to control her flaming libido. They stopped at one stall, moving into the small office, the old wooden door, a lively addition to the place. Inside was a single desk, also wade of wood, a small central computer built directly into the furniture. The room had a thick plush carpet, and warm wooden walls, a cream colored ceiling with a single, outdated ceiling fan. The entire place had an atmosphere of home, which is why this particular seller managed to keep up sales with the others. He had a reputation for being fair, and Felicity had brought Sonja here to purchase her new pet. Felicity had managed to coax her into buying a human. Sonja was unsure. Humans were so like them. Same height, same reproductive organs, and mostly the same bodies, although they had no fur, or tails, and they had odd shaped ears on the sides of their heads. Sonja stood a good 5'8 when standing tall. She had triangular ears near the top of her head, and was covered in short white fur, except for the nipples of her 36C breasts. Her tail was long, and could reach the ground. Her hair was a waist length waterfall of the purest ivory. A long slit in her dress allowed anyone who'd look away from her friend to see her long leg, and the black high-heeled shoe at the end of it. An old man sitting behind the desk stood as they entered. His fur was a dark grey from age, and he had a large mustache in the middle of his face. The top of his head was bald, and he wore wire-rimmed spectacles. He had a fatherly smile on his face, and was wearing the black and silver uniform of certified slave traders, although the cap was missing. It was lying on his desk, in front of his now empty chair. The aging Felino took a wooden cane with a gold ball on its top from its position against the wall, and stepped towards the women. "How may I help you, ladies?" Felicity spoke up before Sonja could say anything. "My friend is looking for a human-for a pet." *** The elderly mans smile brightened considerably. "Oh, we have a fresh selection of humans in today. Although, you might have to sift through them, most aren't very submissive. I was planning on selling them to the madams, those people will take any creature if it looks good enough, and they pay extra for the untrained ones. Come right this way." Sonja could tell he didn't like the madams, and only tolerated them for the money they brought in. She grinned silently to herself. He'd just gone up a step in her books. She followed him through a doorway, Felicity at her back. They were in a small room, with two of the ugliest, biggest, and probably dumbest Felinos she'd ever seen. They cast glances at Felicity and her, but their attention then moved to the solid steel door between them. The old slaver stepped close, and pressed a paw-like hand against a scanning device, and the door opened with a swish sound. Inside were humans. She looked around. They were both men and women of assorted shapes, sizes, and, she noticed, colors. All of them were mildly pleasing to the eye. The men moved forward, acting as guards, and the door closed behind the five of them. She and Felicity went first, with the dealer behind them, a guard at each of his sides. A muscular man stood up, a small ring of men like him, and a few women also gathered around him. Felicity moved close followed by one of the guards. Everyone wore thin white sweat pants, put the women had on matching bikini tops as well. Felicity pressed her body against the large man, running a hand across his chest. "My, what a big boy." She gave him a pat, and moved away. The man eyed her, then the guard following her as she moved back to the group. He sat down with a snort as Sonja moved through the crowd of the alien creatures, glancing at them. The males all seemed so strong, and large. She wanted a pet, not a male who she'd have to watch every minute. The females were, well, they seemed made for sex. Then, she saw him. There was a rag-tag group of men who had bruises and cuts all over them. Sitting amongst them was a young man, hardly more than a boy. She pointed towards him. "Who's that?" The dealer looked where she was pointing, then motioned to one of the guards. The burly Felino, his tail barely reaching the backs of his knees, went, and stood before the human. The man stood up, and followed as the guard returned. The dealer reached out, and pulled a set of metal tag on a thin silver chain from the man's neck close to his face before turning to her. "The human is Joseph, Male, age 21. Herl, your observations?" The guard who had brought him over, the same who had followed Felicity went she went up to the man earlier, Sonja noticed, spoke in a gruff accent familiar with the poorer side of town. "The fi'st day, da big one set up dominence. Beat some a da others up real goo'. Little one 'ere just kinda crept in a corner, an' ne'er came out." Sonja looked the man over. He was probably six feet tall, and had an athletic build, but wasn't very muscular. He had blue eyes she noticed, and only looked into her eyes once. His gaze ran across her body before settling on the floor. He had short cropped black hair, and a decent looking face, free of any facial hair. She grinned. "How much? I'll take him." *** Joseph woke to the sounds of the alarm in his owner's room. He sat up in the chair he had taken to sleeping in. He'd been in his owner's possession for a little over months, he presumed. He hadn't really been able to keep track. He looked over at her door, a little confused. She always woke up at the same time, and had breakfast. He'd learnt her name was 'Sonja' and that she worked as a writer. She'd spend a few hours every day writing, and them she'd eat lunch, and sometimes she'd go out, and sometimes she'd do things by herself, and sometimes she'd 'play' with him. This usually involved sitting next to him on the small couch in the brightly lit library. Sometimes they'd cuddle, and sometimes he'd lay his head on her lap and she'd stroke his head for a while. He enjoyed those times, and, to tell the truth, was finding himself attracted to her. But, of course, he was only a 'pet'. He sighed, and laid back down. On Earth, he had been a loser, spending most of his time in the library or in front of a computer. Here, he was a pet. Either way, he saw himself dying a virgin. *** He heard the door open. He looked up, and started. She'd walked out into the living completely in the nude! His eyes roved over her fur-covered body, glancing at her breasts, and her perfect pink nipples. His eyes traveled down her stomach, settling on the area between her legs. He stood up, and stepped close to her, unable to keep his excitement to himself. *** She'd known it would happen sooner or later. She was in heat. When she woke up, she couldn't help but rub at her breasts until her nipples were erect. She'd almost started to masturbate when she'd realized that Joseph would be expecting her to feed him. She stood up, rubbing her hands across her own soft fur, her tail moving around, running across her pussy. She wandered to the door, feeling the rush of air as it opened into the main room. Then, she saw him. He stood up, and walked closer to her. She smiled at him. Unlike her usual, warm, friendly smiles, this was a seductive smile, with a deep purr to accompany it. She growled playfully, looking down at his pants, and seeing the large bulge there. See nearly gasped. Over the past few months, she'd found herself looking over some of the newer porn sites. The ones that featured humans. She'd been surprised. The largest a Felino's cock grew was five inches. One human had been measured at having one seven inches. She could tell Joseph was larger than that. She growled playfully again, and pounced on him. She was atop him, and he was laying on his back. Her passion took over, and she began to grind herself against the bulge in his pants. Her hands grabbed his shoulders, and she pressed herself harder against him, mewing in her want. *** He groaned as she began to grind herself against him. Her reached up, tentatively touching her breasts. She mewed louder, thrusting her chest out at him. He took this as a sign of approval and grabbed her breasts. His fingers found her nipples, already hard. He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples as he gently kneaded her breasts. She was purring loudly now, rubbing at him with vigor. He could feel the juices from her wet sex drenching the thin material of his pants. Suddenly, she moved away from him. He stared at her, watching as she moved down, her fingers grabbing the waistband of his pants. It took him a few seconds to realize what she was doing, and when it hit, he smiled, and ran his fingers through her long, luxurious hair. She quickly pulled his pants down, ripping the only clothing he had off his body and throwing it over her shoulder and across the room. He felt her mouth surround his cock almost immediately, her tongue licking along its underside as she purred around it, sending shivers up his spine. She used her tongue to swirl around the head of his cock, along its length, roving over every inch of it. He watched as she started to bob her head up and down over his shaft, sucking at it. She started gently, but started to suck harder as his moans of pleasure drove her on. His eyes roved over her body, and he saw her tail moving back and forth, hidden from view between her legs. This confused him for a few minutes until he realized she was frigging herself with her tail! He grabbed her head, thrusting into her mouth as he came, shooting jets of his cum into her mouth. *** It was a wonderful taste. She purred as he came in her mouth. It was warm, and tasted good. She squirmed under the pleasure her tail was bringing her as it thrust in and out of her hot, tight cunt. It felt good, but not quite as good as a nice hard cock. She sucked on his cock, swallowing every drop of his cum. She went down to the base of his shaft, sucking hard up its entire length to make certain she got every drop. She darted out her tongue, giving his head one final lick, and then gave it a small kiss before crawling forward, moving until her hot, dripping pussy was only inches above the head of his shaft. Slowly, she drew out her tail, wrapping it around Joseph's hard cock, and jacking him off with it as she grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands back to her breasts. He started to knead at them again, and she purred deeply, leaning over, and kissing him passionately as she moved her tail away. She purred into the kiss as his hands moved down to her hips. *** She was kissing him. His inner emotions came to full boil as he kissed her back, his hands running down her sides to her hips. He could feel her purring into the kiss and he pulled her gently onto him, thrusting deep into her. She nearly jumped off him, letting out an ear-splitting yowl. He lay for a few minutes, surprised. She looked down at him after a while, purring deeply, and he grinned. His hands started to rove over her body as he hugged her close to himself, thrusting the entire length of his cock in and out of her tight and hot depths. *** She let out a loud yowl as he thrust into her. He was so big! She'd never had anything bigger than half his length in her before. After a few moments, she began to adjust, and it felt good. For the first time in her life, she felt filled. She looked down, and let out a long, deep purr. Almost at once, he was hugging her to him, thrusting all of himself in and out of her as his hands ran all over her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing his head towards her breasts and letting out a small gasp as he took one of her nipples in her mouth and started to suck on it. *** She felt good. Her cunt was tight and hot around him. As he moved in and out, he could feel her soft fur rubbing against his body, sending thrills up his spine. It moments, she'd grabbed his head, and shoved his face towards her breasts. He took one of her nipples in her mouth and began to suck on it. She gasped, and then started to purr again. The sound of her purring drove him wild, and he rolled over with her, feeling her legs wrap around his waist as he started to pound harder and faster into her depths, her hands holding his mouth to her breast, he would knead at one and suck the other, alternating at random intervals. Her tail, wet with the juices from when she had pleased herself while sucking him, was rubbing across his legs. Her body felt good. The fur was soft and rubbed against him as he fucked her. He thrust hard in and out of her tight, warn depths, sucking on her nipples as she yelled and purred in pleasure. He himself began to moan as the pleasure built in him, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. *** He was making sounds against her breasts as he sucked. She never heard anything like it, and she loved it! She purred louder, noting with satisfaction that this seemed to only make him go faster, thrusting his nice big cock in and out of her. She couldn't take much more, the pleasure was building inside her. She could feel it, spreading through her body in waves. Her legs clenched tighter around him, and her tail wrapped around one of his legs as she squirmed beneath him, trying to work him even deeper into her hot, wet pussy. He grunted, and started pounding ruthlessly into her sex. She mewed and screamed and gave off rattling purrs that only served to spur him on. She grabbed him, pulling him close as her orgasm hit. She felt him cum deep in her, and she smiled, breathing deeply. She ran her hands down his back, and gave him a gentle kiss before lying down and drifting off to sleep. *** After what had to be the most passionate sex of his life, she drifted off to sleep. His deflating cock still inside her, he hugged her feline form close, and rolled over to feel her weight on him. Then, he too closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep. To be continued... The Pet She's your slave, your pet, your tease and everything else you could ask for. Your every wish is her command, she is all yours, and you unleashed her and marked her. James brain kept repeating those words all day, leaving him unable to concentrate on anything besides his pet, his little Sasha. He shifted lightly in the seat of his car his arousal throbbing and aching to be relieved, stepping his foot down further on the pedal wanting to get home as fats as possible, for his pet would soon be there and tonight was a special night, it was one year anniversary and he had given Sasha the choice of what should occur this night, he couldn't wait to see what his brilliant pet had in store for him. Sasha pulled up to James house knowing he wouldn't be there yet, she wanted to be there and ready before him, dressed in a long cloak which hid the leather corset that didn't cover her beautiful 36 c breasts, a leather G-string and black thigh high boots. She had planned this evening carefully for tonight was her only chance to be in control, a chance that rarely happens. She had made a phone call earlier calling Andrew, Andrew is James friend, a guy she knew had the hots for her yet never approached her. Andrew was to be there at 8 pm sharp and then her plans would unfold. As James arrived home he saw her car, a little shocked that she had arrived before him, yet not completely, Sasha was known for her surprises, "well hell, she once even surprised him by walking into his office and locked the door, stripped naked and told him she was a bad pet and she needed punishing. And ooo he had punished her, he took her right there on the office floor, not caring about a soul, after all it was his office." Opening the front door, he noticed that his furniture had been shifted about, there was a chair now facing his couch and on each side if the handles were handcuffs attached, waiting for someone to be locked in them. "Hmm" he wondered. Slipping upstairs to the shower since Sasha was nowhere to be seen, he stripped and showered quickly, when he emerged on the bed was his favorite black robe and a note saying "hello dear, please wear the robe with nothing beneath and please join us in the living room for a drink" he read . Then he read again the words "US" rushing through his mind. "US, us, us, us." he kept muttering to himself as he donned the robe and went downstairs, only to be shocked to find his friend Andrew sitting in the chair he had just seen vacant, hands cuffed and face all heated, and at his feet his PET!!! Sasha heard his gasp and turned towards James, she smiled nodded her head towards the couch and resumed her activities. "Ohh she loved holding the leash for once in her life." Sasha thought. Andrew's cock was hard and throbbing while she stroked it gently not wanting him to cum too soon as she needed james to be there watching. Having him boil with jealousy and desire, she turned back again and smiled as she saw that he had seated himself on the couch behind her, turning back to Andrew she wrapped her lips around his tip her tongue lapping the pre-cum tasting it, loving it, the gently she slid him in deeper into her throat taking all his 8 inches deep throating him, her free hand sliding down her body down to her panties pushing them aside to reveal her moistness she began to rub her clit, exciting herself further more. James sat there watching her, her long dark curly hair running down her back her beautiful ass pointed towards him as she knelt before the man in front of her. Sasha's lips wrapped around his friend's cock, her head bobbing up and down and she sucked him, the man's moans, his face all lit up with pleasure. She would deliberately stop, turn back and look him in the eyes, smiling teasingly, her face full of want and desire, then with a cheeky smile she would lean forward against the man and play with her clit showing him how much she was full with desire. He felt his erection growing by the second, his jealously fuming, thinking to himself "she better not let him touch her", his hand sliding under his robe to stroke himself slowly. . Then she slipped up from Andrew's lap sliding all the way up to his lips her hand grabbing his erection, stroking it, her lips rested on his as she kissed him deep and long. Her naked breasts rubbing against his naked chest, her nipples erect and standing proud. whispering in Andrew's ear, "cum for me Andrew, spill your seed down my throat." Sliding back down she resumed her attack on his engorged member. Andrew knew the deal, he was not allowed to touch her, but the feeling of her lips around him was enough for him, he had yearned for this woman's lips to suck him and make him cum. She had been his fantasy for many nights now, and when Sasha called him with her proposition he didn't hesitate. He felt her little fingers cup his balls as her lips worked wonders around his cock. Unable to hold out my longer he burst deep within her lips, feeling her swallow every single drop of his semen. James watched Andrew buck beneath Sasha, letting out a deep moan as he came, Sasha not missing a beat as she swallowed and swallowed his cum, James hand rubbing and stroking more, he wanted to punish her, the feeling of jealousy running through his veins like needles prickling his skin. "Oh! He would punish her." Sitting back on her hunches Sasha licked her lips dreamingly tasting what was left of Andrew's cum that had escaped onto her lips, a smile wide upon her lips, her eyes filled with hunger and desire, her body shaking with the ache for it. Looking back at her James she saw it, she knew her punishment would be great today. The she heard it, "Sasha come here now!!" in a deep hoarse voice. Crawling on the floor she went to James, sitting between his thighs her hands running up and down his bare legs under the robe, teasingly, smiling up at him with her angelic face, she whispered, "yes Dear?" Reaching down abruptly he pulled her up forcefully, yanking her up atop his body, grabbing a handful of her hair pulling her lips down atop his, he kissed her deeply. Tasting Andrew's semen upon her lips, then pulling her head back he kissed down her exposed throat, down to her nipples, kissing them, biting on them, making her whimper from pleasure and pain. Looking deep into her eyes he says, "its my turn now, PET!, now get down on the floor, lay back, strip of your panties and remain in the corset." Sitting there still cuffed Andrew watched in fascination the turn of events. He had never seen James in such a mood. He was a man possessed, and now the temptress that had been tormenting and teasing them, turned into a little pussy cat, purring and obeying. Sasha did as asked, laying back she slowly slipped off her drenched leather panties, while James stood towering above her, his erection poking out from beneath the robe, his eyes full with possession and mastery. James undid the tie to his robe and stripped himself of it, standing there before her, he smiled. Then walking over to Andrew he uncuffed him and said, "now enjoy my friend watching this little vixen beg and scream." Turning his attention back to Sasha, he knelt down between her open thighs, his fingers seductively caressing her flesh, sending goose bumps all over her excited body. Then reaching her folds, he opened them wide with two fingers, finding her swollen clit, he teased at it whispering, "you may not cum pet!" Sasha's body turned to liquid just by the touch of him, he knew how to pleasure her, he knew her weak spots, and he knew how to own her. For in fact he did own her body and soul. Her whole body bucking as a finger slipped deep into her finding her g-spot, probing at it, her hands coming to touch her erect nipples her legs shaking at the pressure of not being able to cum before allowed to. He reached over with his free hand and slapped her hands away for her breasts, "do not touch pet!" then looking up at Andrew he said, "Andrew come her and hold her hands down behind her head while I make her beg." In a flash Andrew was kneeling above Sasha's head, his strong firm hands holding her petite wrists above her head, Andrew inhaled sharply as he felt himself getting more and more excited, his cock again beginning to grow. James had his full attention on his pet, wanting her to beg and scream, as he felt her walls beginning to tighten about his finger, he slipped it out and smacked her pussy playfully, "no no no pet." Whimpering and shivering beneath him Sasha could not hold on much longer, she heard begging and suddenly she realized it was her, "please master, I beg you let me, let me cum." Slowly James reached down for her hips lifting her off the floor her knelt between her, the tip of his cock nudging lightly at her folds, slipping it barely in then out, Sasha's hips thrusting up trying to push him deeper inside her. the she felt it, with one forceful push, James slammed himself deep within her, filling her completely, his jaw hard his eyes set upon her face, she screamed out in pleasure, her walls wrapping around him like a vice. Without missing a beat, James continued thrusting harder and harder, deeper, faster, marking her, showing her who owns her, who is the master. "Let go of her hands Andrew." he gasped out. Letting go of her hands Andrew sat back on his hunches, his hand wrapping about his own throbbing cock, stroking it as he watched the woman being used without mercy. Sliding out of her suddenly, Sasha felt the emptiness and moaned, yet she felt him grip her hair and order her to turn over, doing as told, she knelt on all fours before him, yet that wasn't enough he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she could come face to face with Andrews cock which was just inches from her face. Then she felt James once more grab her hips painfully and slam her back against him, filling her to the hilt. She screamed out again, beads of sweat running down her forehead and down her naked breasts disappearing into the corset. "Who owns you Sasha? Who is your master?" James asked out loud. "You! You own me, you are my master, sir!" she replied. "Pet you will cum after I have filled you and after Andrew cums on your face not a second before." he ordered. "Yes master." she panted out. Harder, faster he fucked her, her body aching, her tension rising, between being hammered and watching Andrew's cock just inches from her face Sasha couldn't handle it no longer. The room was silent except for moans, grunts and the sounds of slapping flesh all about, the scent of sex hung in the hair. The she felt him swell up more inside her and suddenly she felt him cum, deep inside her, she let out a moan of frustration, yet he didn't stop hammering her, milking him self of every drop within her. Sasha closed her eyes and it wasn't until she felt the splash of cum on her face, did she realize she could let go, her whole body convulsing, her walls tightening more about James she screamed out loud as the most intense relief of her life shot through her, she came hard, squirting drops of cum out of her as James pulled out to watch her release. Then she felt to the floor, panting, unable to hold herself up much longer. Andrew sat back, his chest heaving, his panting hard, he looked down at the exhausted woman before him, then up to James and said, "damm man!! That was something." James smiled back at Andrew and said, "yes it was, a lesson to her that she is MY pet and only mine." with a deep hint in his voice. "You sure proved that." Andrew laughed out. Minutes later Sasha was able to speak and turned around laying on her back, she looked up at both men now adjusting their attires, slipping up into a sitting position then up to stand before her master she whispered as she kissed him softly, "happy anniversary master." "Happy anniversary pet." James kissed her back, then swatted her behind and said, "I'm never going to give you the choice anymore." he winked at her and sent her to shower. As Sasha stood below the cascading water, she smiled to herself realization dawning in on her, she was indeed his pet and he proved it today, his jealously shown, something she had worked so much on achieving before it happened today. The Pet Sam shivered as she stood naked in front of the closet mirror in her room. She had never tried anything like this before and couldn't tell if the shivers running down her spine were caused from nerves or the two cold brass rings that hung from her erect pink nipples. Her petite breast firmly stood out, presenting themselves for anyone who might see her through the open window. Slowly she reached and gently pulled them leading herself against her own will. Scared and excited, the range of emotions coursing through her body as she gingerly reached in-between her legs. The cold metal bar through her clit felt like it was throbbing. Carefully she pulled out the recluse knob, it sent chills up and down as she lightly rubbed her dry fingertips across its head. A Sharp "crack" and a thin red line instantly formed just below her taunt pale ass cheeks. "Playing with yourself without asking for permission." Another crack broke the silence followed by the sound of her lungs gasping for air that so quickly escaped. This time the red streak stretched across the tops of her small taunt breast. "Failing to greet me properly at the door. And..." brushing her hair away from her red swollen eyes, "This is because I can." A quick and accurate swing brought the thin leather crop down on her exposed clit. The sheer white burning pain instantly brought her to her knees. Gasping for air her mind exploded in white pain as she nearly fainted from the sensation. Drifting off into the white noise. A rough grasp of her ruby hair from its very roots sent shivers from the crown of her head to the tip of her toes. Pulling her up by her hair, the master's voice broke through the haze. "I'm glad to see you too slut. Now how about thanking me for the orgasm you so obviously don't deserve." With a quick release of the hair, Sam fell to the carpet. Her tongue hung uselessly out as she gasped for breath, her blood boiling hot from her pussy on out. Crawling on all fours, she turned and licked the master's feet. "Thank you, this slut deserved her merciful punishment. Please let me suck your cock. I need your cock in my mouth, I'm so thirsty!" Eagerly she eyed the growing bulge in Master's crotch. "Damn girl, your just a horny slut that need her mouth full of cock twenty for seven aren't you. Well go ahead, but keep your eyes open. I love the look right as I rip down your throat ." Gingerly she pulled the zipper down on the tight leather pants. The pants fit like a second skin showing the Master's restrained bulging cock just waiting to be released. Her mouth water at the mere thought of sucking on this hot veiny cock, the sticky semen filling her mouth and nose. The smell would be stuck in her head for days. His dominance would be absolute. Her tongue darted out over the tip of the head for a minute, tasting the salty sweat of being restrained against it's will. Delicious. Opening her jaws wide, she throated the whole member on the first go. Al the way to the base of the cock, her gag reflex working only to intoxicate her mind with an impossible request, to breath. The Master grabbed a handful of hair and tightened his grip. She slowly started moving her head back and forth, catching a breath in-between thrust, allowing her throat to be used as pleasure hole for her Master. Her eyes watered as they stayed open and stared helplessly up at his grinning face. He always enjoyed seeing the twinge of pain on her face. It was, satisfying to see another human completely under his control. The very air she breathed required his permission. Now she faced him, a far cry from the strong business women he had first known her to be. The very example of feminism, she was a prominent lawyer that had many high profile cases under her name. And was portrayed as a leader in the fight for woman's right. He had meet her in the elevator when he was going into court to pay a stupid traffic ticket. He sat down waiting for his name to be announced. He noticed a white remote control under the chair in front of him. Picking it up, he noticed it was still warm from being stored in someone's pocket. The remote had one adjustable level with no visible markings. Curiously he played with the level pushing it to the max. A sudden gasp from the prosecuting lawyer startled the room. Her hands quickly covering her mouth to prevent another outburst. The defense and the judge both looked surprisingly at the prosecutor. "I'm sorry your honor, hiccup." Her voice, trembled just the slightest. As she turned to sit, her eyes scanned the room and noticed the puzzled look on his face. "Stop that" her lips mouthed quietly. He looked down and lowered the setting on the remote. The truth was starting to dawn on him. Hiding the remote in his pocket, he slowly raised the setting again. This time, coordinating it with her turn to question a witness. "And when did you notice....Your honor...I mean, excuse me. I just need a moment to catch my breath." Slowly he raised the setting, watching as she glared dagger eyes back at him. Here, in the her court room, he had her dancing like a puppet. Every-time she tried to talk, he started playing with the remote causing her voice to change pitch. He could cause her eyes to close if he brought her close to the edge. It was so obvious, the judge asked if she was feeling alright. She raised her open palm to reassure his honor, just as he turned the lever to the highest setting. Her open palm closed into a tight fist as her eyes shut tight and she began to uncontrollable grind in her seat. "I'm....feeling just a little bit out of it your honor. I would like to request a recess for a few minutes if I may." Even before the judge agreed, she turned to confront her assailant who was just walking out from the court room, leaving her vibrating on high. The deep vibrating egg was stuck up in her pussy from the night before, when she had been drunk and feeling a bit kinky. Rushing out of the court room, the very movement caused waves of electricity to course through her body, radiating out from her pussy. Her hands in front of her, pressing on her sweet spot, helplessly trying to hide to wet patch from her now leaking juices. Just in the hallway, he stood waiting for her. The remote bouncing in his hands. She stood in front of him and reached out to grab the remote. Quickly he snatched it, mid bounce, and grinned eagerly. Rubbing her legs back and forth tying to alleviate the burning in her groins. "Give me that back, you weren't suppose to find that!" She spit out the accusations with fierce contempt written on her face. "If you don't, I'm going to sue you for everything you own!" His confident smile never waived as she threated him with every threat legal and several illegal ones. But each time she started to reach any momentum, he would raise the setting, causing her to stop mid sentence. Sending waves of pleasure coursing through her very frame. He savored the power, watching her struggling in vain against his control. Something about seeing this professionally dressed woman, about to lose her balance from the pleasure he inflicted was invigorating. His cock stirred in his pants and he felt the need to release his load somewhere. "Shut up, you little horny slut! And follow me if you want this remote back." His voice almost cracked he was so excited about what he was about to do. She had little choice but to follow him. The egg was stuck vibrating and she couldn't pull it out here in the hallway. Quickly he lead the way to the nearest men's room. Hesitantly, she looked around before following him into the restroom. Closing the door behind her she started turning the lock. "Leave it open." His voice didn't leave any room for disobedience. Her fingers trembled as the undid the lock. Anyone could walk in on her, and what a mess that would be to explain. The very thought of someone walking in on her caused her pussy to seep fluid through the dark business pants she had carefully chosen this morning. "Now," Firmly speaking, trying to gain control of the situation, "Now give me back the remote!" She stood straight and did her best to ignore the continuing hum that was getting louder the wetter she got. He chuckled lightly and pulled out his phone. Pointing it at her, he began taping. "Shut up! You sneaky slut! You're just another slut needing to have her holes filled aren't you." His voice thankfully didn't crack or change pitch. He had always imagined what he'd do in a place of power. Now he was practically handed the leash to a strong, defiant woman. Her dignity hung in his balance. What was she going to do? Explain why she has a vibrator stuck up her pussy? Or how he had gotten a hold of her remote? There were to many questions to answer that she didn't was to come to light. And he knew it. Her eyes told him everything, Like a helpless creature, she stood face down in shame. "On all fours like a good bitch." He wanted to establish a clear dominance quickly and without doubt. Slowly, she bent down over onto her hands and knees. Her situation was beyond her control, and the lost of power was...thrilling. Walking over her, he inspected her from all angles. He could see the dark spot that was seeping through the black polyester of her dress pants,"God! This slut is really turned on by this!" He wanted to see just how far she would go, he opened to bathroom door and ordered her to heel like a good bitch, On all fours, she was terrified of other people seeing her. She remained rooted to the ground. Impatiently, he removed his belt and looped it around her neck. With a slap on her ass, he pulled the improvised leash again, with a stern "Heel girl!" she obediently followed him out the door. Eye's closed in embarrassment, her ass sticking straight out in the air, begging for another slapping. He followed behind her, turning the remote to maximum and took great pleasure in slapping her ass as it wiggled back and forth like a happy little puppy. Her face still torn in defiance and pleasure. She would be a fun one to play with, he shivered thinking about what he'd do to her. As he walked her back to the court room. Standing her back up, he gripped the belt leash. She looked at him directly in the eyes trying to stare him down. But when your pussy is being groped through her half ripped underwear, it makes for a hard defiant look. Painfully, she bit her lips trying to muffle her growing moans and grunts. "Yeah, she's gonna be fun to break."