The Pet stories were written as "assignments" for someone I was playing with. The beginning of the story is the assignment, the rest is my response to it.
>you hear a knock on the door.. you open and it's me, wearing a t-shirt, >sweatpants, shoes and socks. tell me what you imagine would happen. >the longer the better.
I smile and let you in, closing and chaining the door behind you. I look into your eyes, still smiling, and then drop to my knees, murmuring, "What would you will of me, sir?"
You reach down and fondle one of my breasts through my shirt; the nipple stiffens at the attention and pokes through the shirt. I breathe out slowly and lean my head against your leg. Your hands draw me upward to my feet, and you kiss me. Your voice is amused as you tell me that I must be quiet and obey perfectly, and if I do I may be rewarded later on. I am already wet with anticipation, and I nod, assenting. I will do my very best to be good, as I think I know what the reward will entail and it has been an excruciatingly long time since I have been touched, even in a friendly way.
"Strip." I obey, shedding my clothes as if they burnt me. I stand before you, showing a strange mixture of pride and embarrassment, as I have never completely accepted my body, and I am still, in some far reach of my psyche, very shy. I shift from foot to foot as you look me over. I finally manage in a small voice, "Does my body please you, sir?"
You nod. "Yes, pet, it does, very much." As if you prove it, you caress my cheek, and I instinctively close my eyes and turn my head, exposing my neck. Your hand trails over my neck and down to my breast, which you cup and fondle, you other hand doing the same to my other breast. At the attention, my nipples erect in interest, a slow burn beginning between my legs. My knees are trembling slightly as you pinch my nipples between you thumb and forefinger and ever so slightly twist. And then you twist harder, a moan surfacing in my throat as the combination of pain and pleasure react in me. Then you release my nipples, and step back.
I open my eyes to see what you are doing. You are retreating into the living room, heading for the leather and wood chair I use for a computer chair. I follow, unsure of myself. You motion at the chair. "Sit, pet. Spread your legs and let me see you." I do, and for a time you simply fondle me, getting reacquainted with my most intimate folds, rubbing my clit, slipping a finger into me, which you then hold up to my lips for me to eagerly suck. When I am obviously very aroused, you suddenly stop and tell me to get up. I do, and you sit in the spot I vacated, on the seat which is damp with my juices. I kneel next to you, anticipating my next order.
You say, simply, "Please me." And I do. I pull your sweatpants down to expose your cock, and lick the tip, looking up to see if this was what was meant. When I receive a nod, I begin to lustily swallow your cock. I begin by giving your cock long strokes with my tongue, moistening it all over. Then I begin, bit by bit, to ease your cock into my mouth, making sure to pay close attention to every bit of it. You can see the eagerness in me in the movements of my head as I work my way up and down your cock, and in the quivering of my body as I revel in the pleasure I am giving you.
Soon, I am setting up a strong rhythm with my mouth and hands, expertly compensating for you thrusting your cock into my mouth, fucking my face. Your moans are growing stronger, and from the hardness of you in my mouth, I know you are ready to come. I slide my mouth all the way down on your cock, taking the head of it into my mouth as you explode into my mouth. I swallow, making sure not to miss a bit. When you have finished coming, I give your cock one last swipe with my tongue, and then look up to see if I have adequately pleased my master.
From the look on your face, I can see I have, and I smile in pleasure. You smile back, and say, "Very good, pet. Now, get up and go lie spread on your back and wait for me." I do so, lying in anticipation and wondering what's next. It takes a few minutes for you to join me--I can only surmise that you are getting some things out of the bag that you brought in with you and left by the front door. I am still very aroused, and the anticipation only makes me wetter. When you finally come in, you are holding a number of objects that I cannot identify at first glance, and that you set down on the floor before I can get a proper look at them. You have also undressed while you were gone, and your cock is already partially erect again. I can only guess that you have something especially arousing in mind for today.
You slip a blindfold over my eyes and place my hand son the posts of the bed, telling me that I must not take my hands from the posts or I will be punished. I hear rustlings as you set things up around the bed; and a pair of clothespins are suddenly clamped on my erect nipples. I gasp and then moan as the pressure causes my already hard nipples to become even more so. You tug on the clothespins, apparently to make sure that they are securely on, sending a shiver through my whole body. I feel your breath in my ear, and you say quietly, "remember, you are not allowed to come until I say you can." I whimper and nod, the movement causing an uncomfortable shift in the pressure on my nipples.
I hear you as you move around the bed, and the click as you turn on a vibrator that I've had some experience with before. Instead of applying it to my genitals, though, you start at my feet, touching the sensitive arch with the buzzing thing. I suddenly remember that you know I have erogenous zones on my feet as I nearly let go of the bedposts in surprise. I manage, somehow, to remain in place as you tease the insides on my ankles with the vibrator, despite the shivers of pleasure that are connecting directly to the core of me. I feel your hand on my breast, playing with the clothespins as I moan and writhe and try desperately to remember to hold onto the bedposts. The vibrator moves up my leg, lingering on the back of my knees, another erogenous zone.
Suddenly, the vibrator is taken away from me, and I whimper at the sudden cessation of sensation. Your breath is hot in my ear as you say to me, "You are so beautiful like that, chained to this bed by my word alone. If I told you to, you would stay here until the end of the world, just to please me, wouldn't you?" I nod wordlessly, my breathing too ragged for me to phrase a reply. You chuckle. "I thought so." I hear the buzzing of the vibrator begin again, and this time it is applied directly to my engorged clit. I jump and nearly scream at the sensation.
You work the vibrator up and down my pussy, teasing op my inner lips and sliding it briefly into me, then removing it when I begin to squirm. Then I feel something cool caressing my inner thigh, and I recognize from the texture that it is my favorite dildo, which you have found from my toy box. You slide the long, cool dildo into me, working the vibrator expertly around my clit. I clench my teeth, whimpering from between them something that almost resembles speech.
You take the vibrator away from my clit, asking in an amused voice if I have something to say to you. I take several deep breaths and say, "Yes, sir, I would like to be allowed to come."
"And why is that, my pet?"
"Because I'm going to come soon with or without permission...I can't hold out in the face of this pleasure . . ." I trail off and chew my lower lip in the gesture of nervousness that you have come to know so well.
You seem genuinely amused by my request. "That close, eh? Well, then . . ." You take hold of the clothespins on my nipples, removing them with a painful twist while you fondle my clit with your free hand. Then your mouth descends on my left nipple, soothing it, and the right one is soon treated to the same. I wish again that I could see what you are doing so I can be prepared for it, but keep quiet about it as the dildo slides from my pussy. I moan, missing the feeling of fullness.
You move around the bed, kneeling on the end of it between my legs. The vibrator is applied to my aching nipples, the sensation driving me wild and causing me to miss a subtle change in where you are in relation to me. I feel my pussy lips being nudged apart, and think at first that the dildo has come back to fill me. Then, I recognize the heat of you, and I know that it is your cock that is edging into me slowly, filling me perfectly.
You slowly thrust into me, I raising my hips to meet you and moaning with every shudder of pleasure that wracks my body. I am on the edge, trying not to come before you have said I can, holding myself out almost past endurance. A single word escapes me, moaning, "please...."
And you order, "come!" and at the same time touch my vibrator to my clit as your cock thrusts into me. I feel it begin as my pussy shudders. The spasms in my core travel to the rest of me, and my entire body convulses as I come hard, again and again and again. I forget where I am and even who I am in the face of such pleasure, and cry out as the peaks hit me over and over.
When I come back to myself, as the peaks begin to fade, I feel your cock pulsing in me, and I know I have pleased you with my orgasm. After a time of not speaking, you slowly pull yourself out of me, and lie next to me. I cannot move, the post-orgasm lethargy causing me to simply float in my body, perfectly content. Every once in a while, I moan, as the aftershocks hit me. I feel you remove the blindfold and I open my eyes and smile up at you. "Was I good?"
You kiss my lips. "The best. Oh, and you can let go of the bedposts now." I do so and discover my hands have gone numb from gripping so tightly. You take me into your arms, and I drift slowly off to sleep, curled up with you, happy.
8/14/1996