by Jamie Knight
Mark started out light, with some caresses that started at her neck and went down to her ass, ending each trip with a sharp spank. The contented hum of the initial caress was punctuated by a sharp scream as he spanked her hard, using the tip part of his fingers.
The bones in the bottom of his knuckles added to the impact. Most don’t know it, but there are lots of different ways to spank, even with just a hand. Mark had opted for the most painful option.
Celeste jerked forward helplessly with every strike, the metal of the cuffs clanging against the metal of the pipe.
Once her ass had gotten to be the approximate shade of a fire engine, Mark finally let up and allowed her to catch her breath. When she recovered, he started with the nipple clamps, clamping one and then the other to her hard nipples, until they stood out from her tits like pencil erasers.
Each snap of the clamps was chased by another shriek of pain from Celeste. Mark was really enjoying himself, jangling the nipple clamps as other men came over to join. I thought for sure one of them was going to try and fuck her, but they didn’t. Instead, they contented themselves with squeezing and spanking her perfect, if slightly reddened, ass.
A couple of them took to using vibrators on her. One on her vulva, and then one pressed up to her ass, working both her delicate young holes at the same time. Celeste’s reaction veered between moaning in pleasure from the vibrators and screaming in pain from the nipple torture.
Watching her little holes get prodded and stretched and fucked by the vibrator had made me so hard. I’d thought about joining in but I knew that if I started, I wouldn’t be able to start. I’d want Celeste strapped down to a bondage table, her cheeks flushed an adorable pink under the blindfold as she got what I knew to be her very first ass fuck.
Celeste was Mark’s pet, so I couldn’t do that. But now, it seemed likely that I could, and I was so fucking excited. The image stayed in my mind long after the incident. I knew that if I could have Celeste, I would want her all to myself. Unlike Mark, I wouldn’t share her with anyone at all.
There were some masters, like Mark, who were exhibitionists and liked their partners to be on display. Even to be played with by others. But I’d never played well with others except one on one.
I was in my late 20s before I found out there was a term for it. Asocial. All it really means is that there isn’t a drive to socialize with others and you’re usually more comfortable alone or with maybe one other trusted person. I hoped Celeste might be that other person. At least for the duration of our contract.
As I thought about finally getting to do with her what I wanted to do, my cock throbbed and pulsed in my hand. The image of being inside her tight little pussy caused me to start to cum. And the thought of putting it into her ass hole made me explode.
I couldn’t believe my good luck and I only hoped my hand played out as well as I was hoping it would. If so, then Celeste would be mine for the taking before no time at all.
Chapter Two - Celeste
The smell of smoke hung in the air. Both fresh and stale, it was all pot. It must have been like a hot box in there.
At least the noises had stopped. I knew April had her boyfriend in there and at least one other girl. There were a few more people who’d come and gone, but I’d lost track. I wasn’t surprised she wanted to smoke up. She had been really busy in her bedroom.
I both envied her and didn’t. She was even more sexually adventurous than I was and had long ago lost her virginity while I still had mine.
That was probably why I couldn’t imagine being fucked by so many people at once. It likely felt a lot better with your cherry already busted. Though it was hard to imagine, with all the high jinks she got up to. I accidentally walked in on her once – to be fair, she was fucking on the couch – and the phrase ‘sweet fancy Moses’ actually left my lips.
Slipping a hand under the covers, I ventured further into my sweats. My fingers circling my pussy, I tried touching myself. Actually putting a finger inside. It really was a no go. Stroking the outside felt really good but as soon as I tried to go any further, even to put a finger in, I was met with almost a wall of resistance.
I tried to relax and did it again, pressing the flat of my finger up against my pussy and slipping the tip in. It became abundantly clear that this was as far as I was going to get without screaming.
I sighed and slipped my hand out before things could get bad. Too late. I tried not to think about it. Yet the memories come back at an unstoppable bed.
Me lying in my bed, much like I was on April’s couch. Blankets pulled up to my chin as though that was going to protect me. I felt silly and scared at the same time. I’d started wearing two pairs of pajamas and a tightly tied robe to bed but none of it helped.
He would come in no matter what. Slipping into my room, looking like a shadow in the hall light. Nothing I tried to do protected me as he got his hand under the covers and down my pants, putting his finger in there, covering my mouth with his other hand as I screamed and cried.
It really hurt but he kept doing it. Luckily, it never went any further than his finger, but that was enough to make me resistant to penetrative sex forever after that.
I really was grateful to April for taking me in. But her frequent “hobbies” were rather distracting. So, I was trying to find a job and move out on my own for the rest of the lock-down.
The college made me leave my dorm on the same day I lost my job. I’d been working at a bar on the Upper East Side which had also closed down due to COVID. I wasn’t going home and had very few options before April took me in and still didn’t have much going for me. I wanted to try and get back out on my own if possible.
The phone buzzed on the table.
I recognized the number immediately.
Mark.
Shit.
More images flashed through my mind.
They were unwanted but they were coming anyway, just like the fingers under the cover molesting me.
I remember Mark cuffing me and spanking me.
He always made the cuffs too tight and spanked too hard. I would scream to let him know it hurt, but it didn’t work. It just seemed to turn him on even more.
Then there were the nipple clamps. Sometimes the custom-made ones. Other times plain clothespins. They pinched my nipples to the point where I wanted to cry in pain.
It was supposed to be kink. That was what Mark kept calling it, but it wasn’t. It was abuse. He got off on hurting me and didn’t care if I got anything out of it or not.
Making me feel even dumber was how I’d met him. I had been warned time and again not to get involved with customers. It was always complicated and rarely ended well. I just couldn’t help myself.
He was so handsome and rich and very, very generous. I needed the money and he was more than happy to give it to me. I was too young and stupid to know what he wanted in return.
It didn’t take long. Only four or five trips in. A hundred dollar tip each time to butter me up a little more.
“You know,” he said, his beautiful eyes smoldering, “they’re looking for girls down at the club.”
“What club?” I asked, feeling like a stupid kid.
“Love Lush, silly.”
“Oh!” I gasped, my hand going to my mouth.
I’d heard about Club Lush. Everyone had. There was lot of media coverage about the controversy before it opened. I knew a bit about what went on there, at least in that it was supposed to be naughty, but I was woefully ignorant as to the full extent of it.
He swore it would just be me. I could join for free and even be paid if I became a pet. I could be either free use, going to whatever member asked for me, or private, only playing with one member.
What he didn’t tell me was that private pets could still be shared if the master allowed it. He put me on display where everyone could see everything and he let any guy touch me who wanted to.
“I want to fuck you,” he said one night, as he drove us to the club for
more humiliation and pain.
“No,” I said firmly.
“Come on,” he whined, cupping his hand on my crotch.
“No!” I shouted, yanking his hand off me, almost making him lose control of the car.
“Why not?” he demanded.
“I want it to be with someone special,” I said, calming down once I saw that he was at least willing to listen to reason.
“I care about you, but not that way,” Mark admitted.
It went better than it might have. For a second, I thought he might kick me out of his car. Possibly while it was moving.
He clearly had no issues with hurting me when we were at the club, but I didn’t yet know if he was willing to harm me when it was just him and me. But luckily, he wasn’t and, what was more, it seemed that we understood each other.
“It’s over then?” he asked, as though to confirm.
“I think so,” I said.
Mark drove me back to my dorm building and gave me a kiss goodbye. I let him, even though I was glad we were done. His taillights disappeared into the dark and I didn’t think I’d ever hear from him again.
I wanted to try it, the kinky stuff. My curiosity was genuine, but it had to be with the right guy, and Mark was not that guy. He was far too violent for me. All pain and no pleasure, which wasn’t how it was supposed to work.
As he himself had said, he didn’t care about me that way. Not enough to think about my pleasure. Instead, he treated me like a toy he’d just bought and wanted to show off to all his friends. I didn’t think he meant to, really, but it was just how he was, and we were ill suited.
And I didn’t care about him in that way, either. It had just been something I was doing for money. I thought he had no personality except for being a jerk.
Now, my phone was ringing, and Mark’s name was flashing across the caller ID screen.
I knew I shouldn’t answer it. My vengeful side told me that if I did, I should tell him exactly where to go and what mode of transport he should take to get there.
I also knew I wouldn’t do that, though. I answered the phone, vowing to be civil, because, truth be told, I was pretty desperate for money.
“Hi, Mark.”
“Hey, sorry about this, but I’m calling for a friend.”
“Oh?” I asked, not expecting that at all.
“Yeah, his name is Joshua, he’s also at the club.”
“Oh, is he—”
“No, he never touched you.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling my shoulders relaxing.
This Joshua guy was already pretty high up in my estimation, having never taken advantage of the situation when Mark opened me up for an unwanted free for all.
“He wants to know if you would be interested in going into quarantine with him and being his live-in pet. You came at my recommendation.”
I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I felt both relieved that he didn’t want me to get back with him and intrigued by his friend’s proposal. I’d never really considered such a thing but it kind of made sense, in an odd way.
“Well, thanks for thinking of me and yes, I might be interested. Tell your friend he can call me.”
“Okay, I’ll have him give you a video call later tonight.”
I didn’t tell him I was already in bed. It really was a bit early for me to have turned in and there was no way I was going to get to sleep after his call.
I sat in the dark, listening to April getting double-penetrated and trying to think about what this Joshua might be like. Other than rich and hot, which were pretty much a given considering he was a member of Club Lush.
As I heard April screaming and the walls pounding, I thought that maybe this Joshua guy could be my ticket out of this place.
Chapter Three - Joshua
Hope is a complicated sensation. Both powerful and potentially empty at the same time. The universe was going how it is going to go, not really giving much thought to us tiny dust specks. Though, on the other hand, without hope, at least of some kind, it is difficult to keep people motivated. Even ambition is hope after a sort.
As I sat in my office, waiting for Mark to call back. To know if Celeste was interested in being my pet, I want through about a dozen different emotions in about five minutes. Everyone of them either undercut or amplified by hope. Depending on whether they seemed positive or negative at the time.
When the call cam back I almost did Snoopy dances, yet, somehow, managed to maintain my composure.
“Hello?” I asked, as business-like as I could muster.
“She said yes, she is interested. She wants you to give her a video call so you can talk.”
“I owe ya, buddy,”
“Bit time,” Mark said, before ringing off.
He was probably right but still, it didn’t matter. No matter what it was he wanted me to do for him in return, it was sure to be worth it. I got a new message alert and saw that Mark sent me Celeste’s email so I could do the video call. How thoughtful of him.
My fingers actually shake as I dial. I feel like a schoolboy about to ask my crush to dance. The ringer went a couple of times before she picked up. The sight of her nearly knocking the wind out of me.
“Are people having sex?” I asked.
It wasn’t a random question. It really did sound like there were people, lots of people, having an orgy nearby.
“Um, yeah. My roommate is a bit crazy and likes to do, er, adventurous things. You know the kind of stuff.”
“No, tell me,” I said, putting on my master voice.
“Um, pot and orgies. Lots of orgies. All kinds of orgies. Men, women, all it. She’s into some crazy stuff.”
“From what I hear, and more to the point what I’ve seen, you are too.”
Celeste blushed shyly. She is so cute! She also looks really innocent. Even younger than 21. Mark was telling to truth. I wondered how he’d ever gotten such a lamb to follow him but that didn’t matter. She was interested in coming with me. At least so far.
“I heard from Mark that it didn’t work out with you two. I want to be clear that I have very demanding expectations. It is important you know that from the start so there are no surprises later. I want you to be fully informed and consenting before anything happens.”
“I understand. I’m willing to do anything to be your pet and as your pet.”
“Are you certain.”
“Yes.”
“Do you give your concent for me to take control over you and do anything I tell you to?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, master.”
She said it so quietly it sounded like a whisper. Her eyes cast down like a good submissive. At least the kind I liked, there were all kinds, of course. Even so, it looked like she was becoming mine. I hadn’t broken her in yet but it was a good start. I got the impression that all she needed was a firm hand from the right master.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, firmly but not cruelly.
“M-master?”
“Strip. I want to see you. All of you.”
“Yes master,” she said, casting an eye to the bedroom door I could hear open.
Slowly, the layers peel away and her lush young form revealed itself. I could almost smell her excitement as she shyly took down her panties, instinctively keeping her thighs together.
“Open your legs. Put one foot on either side of the computer. I want to see your pussy.”
My sweet pet did as she was told. Sitting back on the couch, spreading her tender pink pussy lips. Already glistening with arousal. She is so hot I can’t help but take my cock out and start stroking it. I catch her eyes widen as she sees it.
“Like it?” I asked, still stroking.
“Yes, master.”
“Would you like to take it in your hot little mouth and suck it hard?”
“Yes, master, please, anything you want master. I’ll do anything.”
“Reach down and spread your pussy,” I instructed.
She did what I said without hesitation, spreading her pink, virgin pussy as far as it would go, which really wasn’t very far, she was still so fucking tight.
“Can you get a finger in there, pet?” I asked gently, realizing it might be too tight.
“N-no, i-it hurts,” she whimpered.
“It’s okay, just stroke the outside.”
“Okay,” she agreed, gently stroking her tender pussy lips in light circles.
I could tell by her reaction something had happened. She had been traumatized in some way, possibly by Mark, and I was going to have to be gentle with her. At least at the beginning. No wonder it hadn’t worked out between her and Mark. Gentle not exactly being his strong suit. There were a lot who liked to be treated rough, though it wasn’t the best approach for a newbie like Celeste clearly was. Far too young to have had any significant experience. Another major misconception about the BDSM scene is that everyone is young. There are some younger people but they are considered pretty new. Most not really hitting their stride until their early 30s.
I watched my little pet stroking herself. She had gotten the position as my pet as soon as she had undressed at my command, though I wasn’t going to tell her that yet. Still, I greatly enjoyed watching her trembling little fingers circling around her tight, wet, virgin pussy and I started to think about what I wanted to do with her. I wasn’t planning to just start fucking her right off the bat. Turning her around and bending her over the door as soon as we were in the front hall. That wasn’t how I did things. First I would take her to the bathroom, take off all her clothes and gently bathe her. Washing her down from head to toe, getting her read for life with me. Then, after she’d eaten some proper food and we had signed the contract, I would take her up to bed. She could sleep in my bed the first night I decided. Then move to hers the second. I would cuddle her and kiss her and let her know she was safe.
Even though I was in control, I wasn’t going to hurt her. She would trust me with her body and in return I would give her the most exquisite pleasure. I could almost feel her warm against me. Both hands gently kneading her tits. One continued to do so as the other moved down to her belly to her pussy. Listening to her gasp and hum with surprise and pleasure as we made our first proper sexual contact as master and pet.