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Nervously,
she reached up and retrieved the note that was taped to the door. This was the second note. The first had admitted entry into the house,
and it had provided directions to the door she was now standing in front
of. At her feet, she noticed a black
leather bag. In the dim light, she had
difficulty reading the note, but she also knew that she must not only read it,
she must follow the instructions precisely.
Unfolding the
piece of paper, she maneuvered it in an attempt to collect the most light so
that it was legible. It was very
brief: "Discard all of your
clothing, pet. The only things that you
will need are contained in the bag at your feet. Once inside, you will find a table with a
large variety of implements. You may
choose one item that you wish to experience.
After choosing, sit in the provided chair with your toy in your lap,
ankles crossed, and fingers interlocked and resting on top of your toy. You have two minutes. Do not be late."
Nervousness
flooded her body, and she scrambled to obey.
She stripped out of her clothing in a matter of seconds, as a sundress,
shoes, and undergarments do not take long to remove. Opening the bag, she removed one item at a
time. The first item, a black leather
brassiere designed for open breasts, proved difficult to equip. She ran her arms through the openings as she
struggled to snug the top of the garment underneath her breasts. As she attempted to secure the shoulder
harnesses, she was well aware that she was running out of time. With a slight grimace as the brassiere lifted
into the base of her breasts, she finally slid the shoulder harnesses into
place. She whimpered in distress as she
realized that with the confinement of the outfit, there was no way possible for
her to zip the back by herself. Knowing
her time constraints, she felt a moment of relief when she saw that the other
items and accessories were simple, and she quickly equipped the thong and the
collar around her neck. The bag still
had some weight to it, and as she fumbled around for its contents, she removed
a pair of handcuffs and what appeared to be shackles for her ankles. She hesitated a moment, knowing that once she
equipped these items, she would be unable to struggle or escape should she find
the need to do so at a later time. But
Master was waiting, and with trust in Him, she quickly finished her attire.
With only
moments to spare, she turned the knob on the door and entered the room. The
room was lit with candles. Dozens upon
dozens lined the shelves around the walls.
As promised, a table sat in the center of the room, and Master did not
lie. A large assortment of dildos,
vibrators, plugs, whips, paddles, clamps, and rope caused her to instantly
flush, and she felt a slight dampness in her new thong that He had
provided. She shuffled over to the table
as quickly as possible but Master had not been very lenient with the length of
chain connecting the shackles. She
whimpered again knowing that she was taking too long, and she feared that
Master might enter at any moment.
Scanning the assortment of items, she quickly settled on a large
vibrator because it stood out among the other objects. With only seconds to spare, she sat in the chair
as instructed and waited for Master.
Her view was
situated so that her back was to the doorway, and the only thing she could see
without turning her head was the table and its gadgets sitting in front of
her. She felt certain unease as if she
had forgotten something, or something had not been done correctly. She went over the instructions again
mentally, and while doing so she felt a slight coolness on her back. With a sharp intake of air and an outward
moan, she remembered the zipper. The garment was so confining and such a
perfect fit, she had not needed the zipper for the outfit to stay on. Frantically, she struggled in the chair, but
with the handcuffs, the difficult task became quite impossible. Tears of despair began to trickle down her
face, because she knew that this failure would be the first thing that Master
saw when He entered the room.
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As I walked
into the room, I stepped over a loose pile of clothing and the empty bag lying
in the entryway. I smiled to myself
knowing that she had accommodated the directions so well. These first few minutes are critical to me,
as her actions and conduct determine if she will get to serve the evening as
pet or slave. The pleasant aroma of her
perfume penetrated my senses, and I noticed a faint trace of her feminine smell
as well. The combination of the two was
very intoxicating for me, and I quickly covered the short distance to be closer
to her.
Standing
silently behind her, I heard her quite sobs.
Seeing the zipper on the garment, I smiled to myself again. Nothing is more satisfying than developing a
plan that turns out perfectly. I had
anticipated that it would be impossible for her to close the zipper, and I knew
the level of distress that it would cause her.
She stirred abit and raised her chin slightly,
but she did not look around. Perhaps she
heard my breathing or maybe her 6th sense told her that I was nearby, but she
properly refrained from seeking me out.
I stood over her for several more minutes inhaling the wonderful aromas
that make her so delectable. I watched
as her fingers fidgeted slightly but continually as they rested on the rather
large vibrator that she had selected. The sobs had dissipated for the most
part, and they were replaced with quickness in her breathing. Her beautiful breasts, made full and firm by
the halter, heaved with her breathing.
Those breasts... yes they would certainly play a part in all this before
the evening had ended.
I broke the
silence with a chuckle, truly humored with the toy that she had chosen.
"My little slut pet. It's so good of you to
join me this evening. I especially like
the toy that you have chosen. I know
that it's abit large for
what you normally accommodate, so I look forward to working with you in
accepting it. But
first things first. I can’t help
but notice that you have failed to fully equip your attire. Zippers are placed on outfits because they
are needed, not because of looks."
Her sobbing
returned, a little more frantic this time, as her fear of failure had been
acknowledged. I gently smoothed her
beautiful dark hair, and in a soothing tone, I said, "It's quite alright pet. I am not totally
displeased with you, as this particular task was very difficult, if not
impossible for you to do alone. Its
purpose is to show you that you need me and that through trust and dependency
in me, we can accomplish many things. I
will help you with your attire now... take a deep breathe and bend your head
back so that I can see you."
I brushed her
lovely hair over her shoulder so that I wouldn’t catch it in the zipper, as she
rolled her neck backwards so that she could look up at me. Upon hearing her
deep inhalation, I quickly yanked the zipper upward. The outfit, as designed, provided an
extremely tight fit, and I watched with extreme pleasure as the affects of it
played on her face. The shock of it, the
uncontrollable gasp from the change, the widening of the eyes, and ultimately
the beginnings of a small tell-tell smile appearing on her lips all combined to
provide just the reaction that I had hoped for.
I bent over her slowly and placed a much-deserved kiss on her lips,
lingering there perhaps longer than I should have, but the evening was early
and they were irresistible.
Gradually, I
pulled away. She earnestly attempted to
maintain the contact, but with her properly worn garment, she was unable to
rise up without difficulty. Faintly I
heard a sigh and I imagined her shoulders slumped abit,
but it would never show physically as the brassiere restricted that sort of
movement. I stepped around in front of
her and looked down on her with pride.
“Now is the
time for you to choose your Safe word, my pet”, as I gently patted her on the
head, she let out a slight giggle and smiled.
“Thank you
Master for letting me choose. I think “sparrow” will do, if it pleases Master.”
“Ah certainly
pet, this is your word, not mine. If the
thought of being able to flit away like a sparrow gives you comfort, then you
shall have it.”
The smile on
her face was rewarding enough, but knowing that this delectable young girl was
here, eager to explore and learn for the next several hours, generated a desire
that needed to be addressed.
“Pet, because
I helped you with your brassiere without any obligation to do so, I feel that
you should return the favor while you have the chance. I will tell you now that any further offenses
through the night will be tallied, and you will receive a strike on the
buttocks for each incident. But for
this first offense, you may take my cock in your mouth so that you may show
your gratitude in my leniency. Also,
because you could not dress yourself alone, you will not need this for quite
sometime. This toy was to satisfy you
had you completed your task.
Considering the failure, I will decide when and if you may use it.“
I placed the
dildo on the table in front of her, and I stood it up so that it would draw
attention the entire evening. I returned
to my pet, and I positioned myself between her knees. With handcuffed wrists, she proceeded to
unbutton my trousers, and she gently removed my penis from its confines. With soft lips, I felt her slip over the
head, sucking gently as she brought me to life.
I let out a contented sigh as I closed my eyes and rolled my head back for
a moment. She continued with the soft
ministering, and I felt her tongue lightly touch my sac as she took abit more into her mouth.
Feeling this sensation, I opened my eyes and looked down upon her to
find her looking with a pleading in her eyes.
I smiled down at her and gently caressed her cheek. Then I proceeded to move my hands to the back
of her head, and after grasping a handful of hair, I guided her down until I
felt my tip against the back of her throat.
She coughed, and attempted to pull back, but I held her firmly as she
gasped. I softly spoke, “That’s one
strike, pet.” She looked up pleadingly
and I could see the apology in her eyes, and she looked so sexy with her mouth
stretched around my engorged tool.
Slowly I withdrew, and I gave her a second to adjust before plunging
back in. I pulled at her hair as I pushed
and soon I felt her lips against my skin.
I held her there enjoying in the sensations as I felt her throat and
tongue involuntary message me as they attempted to find space in the
constricted and confined area. I
counted silently, 21, 22, 23, 24, as I watched her face take on greater shades
of red. I withdrew with much spittle
dangling in the air, supported by my cock and her mouth. She inhaled a large amount of air, having
been deprived; I could not resist rubbing my dick on her face and smearing her
saliva on her porcelain cheeks. I
continued this routine for quite some time, as a truly beautiful pet wears her
submissiveness on her face. As time wore
on, the intensity became too much for me.
I let out an inhuman growl as I thrust back and forth into her
mouth. She struggled to keep up with the
pace, and she strived to contain all my fluid as I released into her. She knew from past experience that an
obedient pet does not waste Master’s sperm when it is given so freely.
Eventually, I
pulled away from her and looked down upon the beautiful destruction that I
created. She sat in a small puddle of
sweat, her skin shining with a coat of perspiration, and her beautiful face,
makeup running, smeared with saliva and precum, had a
look of wonder and awe that reminded me of the reason I had picked her. She smiled shyly as she made an attempt to
wipe her face with handcuffed hands.
With a stern look and a whisper of ‘two strikes’, she withdrew her hands
frantically, looked away, and blushed even more.
“You have
pleased me quite well, pet.” I said with
a smile. Reaching down, I helped her to
her feet. She let out a cry of pain that
quickly subsided into whimpers as the outfit adjusted to her movements. We walked over to the table, and I began
scanning for a particular toy. There it
was, only 5 inches long, perhaps 1.5 inches in diameter, the vibrating anal
plug was a fitting reward for such good service. I had her lean over the table, and I
proceeded with inserting her reward. I
used the ample lubricant from her pussy, because she had earned a gentle
penetration. Once the entire thing
disappeared behind her sphincter, I had her stand and walk back to her
chair. I undid her handcuffs and had her
sit down again.
“Put your
arms behind you and behind the chair’s back.”
I proceeded to refasten the cuffs, looping them through a bar in the
chair to insure that she would not be getting up. “Now, I want you to sit very still while I
place this blindfold on you.”
“Yes Master.”
“Can you see
anything?”
“No Master.”
“Good. I’m going to fix some supper now, as all of
this has made me a little hungry. I’ll
be back eventually, provided that I don’t fall asleep.” I gave her another long kiss, and massaged
her nipples for a few minutes. Then with
a chuckle and a pat on the head, I switched the wireless remote to the #3
setting as I walked off. She gave a
startled yelp, and then let out a soft coo as I slowly closed the door behind
me.
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