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Collected by Djian
Another story by Pagan I 30th Birthday Present
My Pet
By "Pagan" <pagan442@hotmail.com>
BDSM, M/F, n/c, cons
*** ALL STANDARD BULLSHIT... don't read if < 18 or if BDSM sex offends you
or if you are one of those assholes tryng to convince people that sex
experimentation is bad, go get a life.
CHAPTER THREE
I had everything riding on this moment, I knew what I did last
night would be called rape in any court of law. On the other hand
I could prove Sarah was my girlfriend, staying with me and my
name was written on bill from Open University she was attending.
I knew I could get away with it. I was sure Sarah knows it too,
after all she was very smart girl.
Sarah silently came down the stairs. Traces of sleepless night
and tears on her face. Her beautiful eyes looked at me as
frightened animal would. Lightly shivering she slowly walked to
the kitchen and stopped after just passing an entrance.
She stood there speechless looking at me, not knowing what to
expect. I offered her some coffee and toast and I'm sure she
noticed commanding tone of my voice. It was all new for her, in
one moment everything changed, I have become someone different
and she feared me.
That was a good start, I thought for myself silently enjoying my
first victory and savoring the fact that I was right all this
time. Sarah had a deeply embedded submissive nature that have
started to surface. She needed a shock, something that would
awaken her darkest dreams and emotions.
I intended to be brutally honest and plainly tell her what I had
in store for her. Mind games are my favorite kind of games. I
thought of myself as a big fat cat, playing with a tiny mouse
seemingly letting it go just to crush it the very next moment
with my strong sharp teeth.
I was going to give Sarah a choice. Of course that choice will
prove to be no choice at all but I needed her to realize it
herself. She needed to understand her place and how she depends
on me but I had to guide her thoughts to the natural conclusion.
As I spoke to her for the first time that day she shivered
slightly closing her eyes as if I would hit her. I told her that
I don't want her as a girlfriend. I wanted her to be my pet. I
stressed that it is ultimately her choice; she can be my pet whom
I shall train, control reward and punish as I see fit. I would
take care of all her needs but she would become my full and
unconditional property just as a bike or a car. She would be
loved and cared for as people do with their pets and she would
have a chance to make me happy by serving me and obeying my
command.
Alternatively she could get her stuff and leave me and continue
her life without ever seeing or hearing from me again. I told her
I was going out till evening and I expected to be greeted either
by my loving pet or empty house. Whichever decision she makes it
is going to be final and there will be no more chance to change
it ever.
I rolled my newspapers, took my bag and a slice of bread and left
the house, spotting in the process a stream of tears coming out
of Sarah's eyes. She took that blow without a word, just silently
looking at me and crying. I'm sure her hart was breaking but that
was the only way it could be. I will mend that heart later and it
will beat just for me, her master.
I got into my car and drove just about two miles from my house. I
parked there and walked across the field to my already prepared
observation point in a bush. I wasn't going to let anything
unplanned to happen, however unlikely. I sat there in a bush with
my bird watcher's gear, food and drinks. It was going to be long
wait, but hey it was worth it.
I've seen whole drama happening in my house when I reviewed the
tapes from my hidden cameras and story went just as I have
planned. As soon as I left Sarah broke into the uncontrollable
sob. She fell down on a kitchen floor and just cried for about an
hour. She then slowly stood up and went upstairs, started packing
her things and looking for something to wear but it was all
empty. She had only a thing or two, I've thrown out everything
else she owned. She sat on a bed, lost in thought then ran all
around the house looking for her things or probably something
else.
She sat in a living room, picked a phone and dialed a number,
listened for a while and then hanged up without saying a word.
Sarah broke down again and started crying again. She went that
way two or three more times, each time showing less and less
enthusiasm until she finally fell asleep in a kneeling position
with her upper body on a couch in a living room.
A thought occurred to me when I was watching the video that night
how human pets behave similar to animal pets when you first bring
them home.
I got back home around eight that evening and found my pet
sleeping on a couch and what a lovely sight it was. I took her in
my arms without protest and carried her upstairs to her room
where I laid her down on a bed and covered her with a quilt.
I took a long relaxing shower and went to my study to review my
tapes and plan for tomorrow, it was going to be exciting newday.
I can tell you from personal experience, having a pet is
fantastic feeling. I tried many things in my life, I tried having
a slave-girls and subs but there is no more satisfactory feeling
then to completely own a pet. I guess by now I could write a book
with subject on difference between slaves and pets. With slaves
you still acknowledge their humanity while pets are your full,
complete and unrestrained property.
...
The morning was bright and I felt good despite lack of sleep and
actually sleeping in my chair. I guess people get that way when
they get a new toy they can't wait to play with, or a brand new
pet in my case.
I checked monitors to make sure she was sleeping, took a shower
and prepared our breakfast while humming some mindless tune. Sky
news was promising good weather everywhere but Scotland as usual
as i started eating. Lurking in a bush for whole day sure makes
you hungry. That day I remembering making a feast of my breakfast
or maybe it was just my perception because I was in such a good
mood.
Just like yesterday, sarah tapped down the stairs and stood at
kitchen entrance, I showed her a chair and she came in and sat
down and started nibbling at full English breakfast I pushed in
front of her. She could see I was in a good mood and I could see
she was just bursting to say something, waiting for an adequate
moment.
Little red devil in my head really enjoyed looking awkwardly
uncomfortable. I stared at her for some more time and then I
burst into laughter. When my laughter died down, she looked a bit
confused and relaxed at the same time. I told her to spit out the
frog and she overflowed me with questions, thoughts and
accusations. I pretended to listen to it for short time and then
I smacked with my open hand on a table.
Now hand of a eighteen stone man colliding with a wooden table
sounds quite frightening especially in the eyes of frightened
girls. She stopped in the middle of sentence and covered her face
as if I was going to hit her. See I am not one of those guys that
have to beat their pets into submission I prefer psychology. But
then she didn't know that.
I told her she can ask me three questions until I give her more
in what I called "question allowance". That is a perfect little
thing for seemingly bartering with your little pets. See when
they are good they get the bone, pat on a head or one question in
their question allowance. Smart pets learn how to save their
questions for something that matters. That little scheme works
for me much better then "don't speak until spoken to" stereotype.
It engages submissive ultimately giving what every control-freak
wants ... control.
Sarah was exquisite looking pet with a substance. She took her
time formulating her questions in a way that would give her real
value in my answers. First question was very predictable and I
already had a good enough answer to it. She asked me simple
"why?" and I saw her visibly shake when I told her "'cause I
can". Shortly after that she asked me "will you ever let me go?".
That was fair enough question for which I thought "no" is a fair
answer so I told her.
She didn't seem surprised, I guess she was expecting that and
asked it just to confirm her fears, but the third question took
me completely off guard. If I din't have so much self control I
would have choked. She asked me "do you love me ?". I was so
surprised and unprepared I just kept staring at her.
Bright little mynx I thought, I was glad to see all that money I
was paying for her studies didn't go to waste. I was supposed now
to realize that I love her and slowly but surely release my
control to this manipulative little skunk. First I got chilled to
the bone then worked up and almost exploded.
I cooled down and told her that love must be deserved after which
I left the table and locked myself in my study. For many times I
reminded myself that domination is a mind game two can play. I
underestimated Sarah, a little oversight I had to correct.
...
That night I got into her room and she was expecting me. She
didn't say anything and didn't protest while I violated her once
more. She was just silently crying. I broke her body but there
was still some spirit to break.
Next morning came quickly, when I woke up it was already ten. I
took a long shower and feeling refreshed I got downstairs. I saw
my pet sitting at the table nibbling at biscuits and sipping
black tea. That reminded me, I had no milk and my fridge was
getting empty.
I don't eat often at home so I don't keep full stock of food. I
had to change that soon. I reminded myself to order bunch of
stuff from Tesco's online store, after all it is just five quid
for them to deliver and I don't have to mingle in a crowd of
pregnant women, grannies and screaming children .
But first I got a wicked idea. I came close to Sarah and undid my
bathrobe. I guided her head towards my growing erection while
looking at fear in her eyes. She tried to protest but as she
opened her mouth I just forced myself inside and started lazily
pumping. She stood passive while I fucked my cock in and out of
her mouth. Boy that was the lousiest blow job ever. She didn't
know what to do. What a stupid former boyfriend she had. he could
have at least thought her how to suck dick. As it turns out Sarah
had great phobia of oral sex both giving and receiving, another
thing to thank for church of England.
I new I had to change this soon but first I had to finish my
little undertaking. I figured if she won't cooperate, I'll have
to do everything myself so I started pushing harder, entering her
throat, gagging her in a process. She started crying and
sniffling around my dick which was quite a turn on and I felt a
big orgasm coming.
Just before I came I pulled out of her mouth, grabbed cock in my
hand and pumped it until orgasm into her cup of tea. After I
milked out the last drop I tied my bathrobe took a teaspoon and
stirred her tea. She looked at me with fear in her eyes as I sat
at the table opposite to her and poured some fresh coffee for
myself.
She sat there crying and sipping her spermy tea till the last
drop. I even had a wicked thought not to buy any milk everagain.
As she finished her tea, I took my bits and got ready to go out.
I had to meet some friends and take care of finances. My shares
with Datek were kicking arse but one can't eat his assets. On a
way back home I stopped at several sex stores, Boots and
Debenhams. I got me some really nice toys, lingerie and most
important thing some razor, shaving foam and depilation cream. I
do appreciate natural look but I just love freshly shaven pussy
and I had intention to eat some that night.
I got home late that night. I met some of my buddies on the way
and as things go, one thing led to another and we ended up
bowling, drinking and having fun. Half way through we joined a
group of girls, had some more laughs. Some got quite drunk so it
was quite interesting evening. One of my buddies was eying very
cute blonde with big breasts that introduced herself as Tiff. He
and I got into that discussion about beautiful women and how
untouchable they are. Discussion got more heated and other guys
and girls joined.
I got pissed of, stood up and approached Tiff. In front of
everyone I said "let's settle this once and for all" everyone got
silent looking at me what I am to do next. I pulled out my wallet
and started counting two piles of five hundred pounds. I said
"Tiff, I'll give you five hundred to suck me off and I'll give
you a thousand pounds to let me fuck your arse" she got bright
red and everyone inhaled some air at my bold and even insulting
approach. Silence was unbearable. Tiff stood there for the
longest time looking at me, her friends and a pile of money.
She made her move, pocketed the whole grand and looked at me. I
smiled mischievously, took her by the hand and we left as
everyone stared at us speechless.
As I entered my house I invited Tiff to get into the living room,
I didn't have much time for idle chatter, after all that arse
cost me thousand pounds and by god I was going to fuck it hard.
I went upstairs, woke Sarah and told her to come to living room.
She expected to be fucked again but nothing could prepare her for
that. When she saw another girl, beautiful blonde bomb-shell she
thought I was going to force her into lesbian sex. I smiled and
told her all she has to do is hold video camera. While I fuck
Tiff's juicy arse. Poor Sarah, stirred up from her sleep brought
down to film a home porn video, she was shaking.
Tiff looked at me with questioning eyes and I told her if I am to
pay thousand pounds for a piece of arse, I should have a memory
of the moment. I told her to strip and get on all fours. I guess
all until now she though I was joking about it. She swallowed
deeply and started to slowly undress. Once undressed she
approached me to help me undress when I told her that I don't
want to have sex and just wanted to fuck her arse.
Tiff almost choked to that. Slowly she kneeled on my carpet,
crushing her big breast to floor and lifting her arse high and
ready. I went into my shopping bags and took out some water based
anal lube and small vibrator with clitoris stimulationextension.
I oiled up the vibrator and unceremoniously inserted it in Tiff's
shaved pussy. I adjusted it so it rubs against clitoris and
turned it to the max. She started moaning almost immediately. I
used that time to put on a condom and lube it up properly. I hate
having shit on my dick after unprepared arse fucking.
I inserted a nozzle in her anal opening and squeezed generous
portions of lubricant inside. She shivered while I did that, I
guess she didn't like to feel cold in her arse. I was going to
change that soon. I came behind her and pushed hard. Tip of my
dick entered her arse and I started pushing hard. I didn't give a
shit if that was hurting, I was going to fuck that pretty
thousand pounds worth piece of arse.
When I embedded my cock deep in her arse I started moving in and
out. I wanted this to last. I could always control my orgasms and
last for as long as I could physically endure and I didn't lack
stamina. I guess some guys have large dicks, and some can fuck
forever. I'm not one of those 9'' guys, it never bothered me and
I never heard anyone complain.
As I was fucking Tiff I looked at Sarah who was filming whole
lot. She became mesmerized by action in front of her. Seeing her
master fuck such a willing bitch with such vigor made her a
little hot but she didn't want to show it to anyone. She would
carefully squeeze her legs from time to time so I wouldn't
notice.
Buying Tiff gave me great idea. I didn't really need someone with
camera filming the event. All rooms were more then sufficiently
bugged so I'll get more then satisfactory result from my tape
recorders. I wanted to remind Sarah that I can fuck sexy babe
whenever I want to and yet I chose her to be my pet. I was sure
point was well taken when I saw a jealous look on her face as
Tiff screamed in her first orgasm.
Tiff was a screamer and scream she did. She must have come dozen
of times in about two hour of arse pounding at different speed.
She was dripping her pussy juices and lubricant squeezed from her
arse on my carpet.
Here I had this busty babe screaming and shaking under me and I
could think only of my carpet. Oops, here goes my little secret
how to stay hard for hours. I started feeling tired and my knees
were killing me. I increased the tempo and soon I was spilling my
hot semen in her waiting arse.
As I pulled out of Tiff with loud popping noise, i got dressed,
complimented her on a very nice arse and escorted her to the door
after she got dressed. I gave her the vibrator as a souvenir and
took her phone number for my buddy that I'm sure wouldn't mind
getting a piece of her. Another few hundred quid and another
hooker was made. I gave her a call some months later and hired
her for a photo-shoot.
I was nackered, I needed to get some sleep. I took a quick shower
and I was sleeping before my body hit the bed. I was dreaming of
my beautiful little pet and our future together. I intended to
make my dreams come true.
You can write to me: pagan442@hotmail.com