by Jamie Knight
When she had settled down, I kept my hand where it was as I fed her my cock. I worked her pussy to a second beautiful climax as she gave my throbbing cock sweet release, the thick shaft barely fitting into her warm little mouth. I helped her out by moving the way I liked to feel it, so all she really had to do was suck.
It was a gentle form of face-fucking that turned out quite well, Jonna coming on my hand in the same moment as my load flooded her mouth. She was clearly surprised by the sheer mouthful of cum but was a real trooper, swallowing most of it down. I took a wet wipe to clean off the little that she couldn’t quite get and kissed her affectionately.
I’d always held some sort of affection for my pets. There was no way for me to get it up otherwise. I wasn’t really into anonymous sex and had never been to a kink club, instead preferring to build relationships with people I already knew and play with them at home.
But I had to admit, this felt deeper than anything I’d felt before.
I had no idea what had gotten into me, thanks to Jonna, but I liked it.
Jonna’s cheeks had turned an adorable rosy pink, and I couldn’t help but to kiss them. She giggled, which only endeared her to me more. There was no question about it. I was going to fuck this gorgeous girl. I hurried to pull a condom from the bedside drawer and open it.
Taking Jonna by her hip, I rolled her onto her back, caressing my hands down her legs to the shackles that bound her ankles. Releasing her legs one at a time, I pulled her down toward me, so that she was at the edge of the bed while I was standing on the floor.
Jonna saw my cock and the condom in my hand and realized where this was going, suddenly turning from giggly to very serious.
After rolling the latex down my shaft, I put her still bound hands above her head, holding them there with one hand, as I put her legs over my shoulders with the other, bending down to shorten the distance between us.
“Fuck,” she moaned, as I stroked the head of my cock against her dripping wet pussy.
“That’s the idea, pet.”
Another sweet giggle escaped her, cut short by the sharp gasp as I eased into her tight hole.
“Are you okay, pet?”
She nodded quickly, the pleasure apparently so strong as to prevent her from forming words.
Holding her bound hands above her head, I started to push into her again. Caressing my cock slowly inside her tight little pussy, I felt her body adjust as I moved. Getting in to about half-mast, I gave her a moment to get used to being filled up so completely.
“Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “That feels great, sir.”
When I could feel her starting to relax, the desires of her mind and the response of her body falling into sync, I started to pump. Rocking my cock deep inside her, her moans fell in line with the rhythm as I held her in submission, which she didn’t seem to mind at all.
“It feels fucking amazing,” I told her. “You are one hot little pet and I want to keep my cock in that tight pussy of yours.”
Heat and passion radiated between us as we moved together, Jonna moving her hips to meet each of my thrusts as I fucked her to a massive, screaming orgasm.
The feeling of her already tight pussy clenching around me like a vice grip was enough to tip me over the edge, and I poured my load into the condom between us with a sharp groan. Slowly, slightly reluctantly, I pulled out of her and tossed the used latex in the trash.
Jonna lay limp and helpless in the center of my head, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Undoing the wrist cuffs, I scooped her up and carried her from the master bedroom, her warm cheek pressed against my bare chest.
“How are you doing, pet?” I asked her.
Jonna hadn’t quite passed out, but she had lost equilibrium, at least for a while. It was clear from the glassy look in her eyes.
“I’m okay,” she said. “I’ve just never experienced anything like that before.”
“Good,” I told her. “Let me get you in the bath again.”
I carried her there like a ragdoll and drew the water for her before helping her in.
She gazed up at me and smiled, clearly relaxed in the warm water, but unable to form words. There were no bubbles in the bath this time, so I could see every inch of her beautiful, voluptuous body, not that she seemed to mind in the least.
I dipped my hand into the water and reached down to stroke her pussy, just to see what would happen.
She hummed a bit from the sensation, but that was it. She didn’t object, or try to pull away. She was completely mine.
She’d taken the vow before I’d collared her, of course, but words were easy to say. It was another thing to live up to them.
My Jonna had the power of her convictions. Which was more than I could say for many wannabe pets that I’d met.
“Are you hungry? Or would you like to start training?” I asked her.
“Training,” she said immediately.
There were two ways that word could have been used, but she seemed equally up for either one, whether it meant job training, or training as my pet.
I really did love thinking of her as my pet. It was much better than ‘submissive’ or ‘slave.’ The word ‘pet’ accurately reflected the love, loyalty and dedication involved in the lifestyle which, in more cases than not, entailed no element of servitude. One had to have a choice before they could effectively give it up.
People wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I was steeped in philosophy, especially the sort of existentialism that deals with power dynamics. Not because I was in any way persuaded by it, but because it was best to know what tune the devil was playing.
Before Autumn Corrosion really went anywhere, I’d applied to a few different colleges, getting accepted to many, mostly on the strength of my essays, which poked some cave-sized holes in Hegel and Foucault. Then we got our first tour, and I had had a very difficult choice to make.
Of course, I’d chosen the music. But I still hung onto the study of philosophy in my own way.
Before Jonna could get wrinkly, I got her out of the tub and dried her off, my sweet little pet standing perfectly still, letting me touch and move her exactly how I saw fit. Wrapping her hair in a fresh towel, I swaddled Jonna in a soft, silk robe, doing the belt up snug.
Taking her by the hand, I led her to the dining room to fuel up for the coming day. She had said she wasn’t too hungry but I wanted to make sure she was able to focus.
Fun was fun, by definition, but there was still work to be done. I was Jonna’s mentor as well as her master and took both roles equally seriously. After she was sufficiently fucked, bathed and fed, reality started to assert itself once more.
“More demo notes, master?” Jonna asked quietly.
“Not exactly. Another way we find artists is looking through self-published videos online,” I told her. “A lot of it sucks or is derivative, especially the covers. Every so often, though, something truly wonderful and original, something slightly raw, comes up. That’s what I’m looking for. Something that could be great with proper production. I already know you have great taste, so maybe you can find it for me.”
Her cheeks flushed a lovely pink at my compliment.
“Thank you, sir.”
I pulled up a search engine and gave her one of my Moleskines and a fountain pen, and left her to it.
It hurt to close the door. I already didn’t like being away from her. It was bad enough when we were in the office and would go home at night. Having her living here with me was almost worse because she needed to be trained. In both senses of the word, one of which meant spending time apart.
I cheated, though only just a little. Technically, I was supposed to wait until noon on the dot. That was the schedule I’d set for myself when it came to training her in the work arena, but it was easier written than done. By half-past eleven I was almost aching for her, despite it a little under three hours. Still, needs must.
She was working away wh
en I came in, a good five pages of the Moleskine filled with her tight handwriting, each one detailing the advantages, as well as the weaknesses, of an artist she had found.
I cupped the back of her neck, and Jonna craned her head back, nearly moaning with pleasure at even my simplest little touch.
“Lunchtime,” I said, making it a statement as opposed to a request.
I probably didn’t need to be firm with her. She’d already shown herself perfectly capable of following directions. Still, it was important to assert and then reassert dominance, so she could get used to it.
As had become my habit, I scooped her from the chair into my arms, and carried her from the office. I liked the intimacy of holding her close to me, as well as knowing she was completely under my power. From the way she trembled, I figured she liked it as well.
“Smells good, master,” she said, as lunch was prepared.
I doubted she could actually smell the salad I was tossing, or the sandwiches already assembled, but I still decided to take it as a compliment. Not least because I didn’t feel like spanking her for fibbing. I was in too good a mood.
Sitting down next to her, Jonna turned to me, mouth already open as I fed her, first with my hand, and then with a fork. Her own hands remaining folded politely on her lap.
“I have a present for you,” I said, when all the food was gone.
“Another one, master?”
“Yes, you have been very good, pet.”
I picked up the box from where I’d hidden it on the next chair while she was still working earlier. I was relieved that she hadn’t seen it as I sat her down.
Giddy with excitement, my sweet pet undid the carefully tied ribbon, and slid the lid up off the box, allowing her to look inside.
“What is it, master?” she asked me.
“You mean you’ve never seen one before?”
She shook her head ‘no.’ I had the feeling that she was inexperienced, but I’d never guessed she would be a complete virgin and that she wouldn’t recognize a simple butt plug. But I found that I liked her innocence. I liked knowing I was claiming all her firsts.
“It’s called a butt plug, pet.”
“Oh.”
She turned a bright shade of pink, no doubt able to guess what it was used for or, at the very least, where it went.
“Do you know what it’s for?”
She shook her head again. I wasn’t sure if she was lying, so I decided not to punish her. I tried to reserve the more severe punishments for the really serious infractions.
“Can you guess where it goes?”
“In my butt?”
“Good girl. Yes, it goes in your butt, and is used to make anal easier.”
“Anal sex?”
“Yes, but not today, because you need training, which is what the plug is for.”
“Okay.”
She looked up at me as if she trusted whatever I said, and I loved that she did.
Chapter Seven - Jonna
I could feel my nipples, hard with excitement, brush up against the inside of the silk robe as Seth stood me up. With gentle hands, he bent me over the already cleared table. The varnished surface was cool under my cheek. My pulse was already up, and I was blushing with anticipation, despite my anxiety.
I trusted him not to fuck me in the ass yet because he said he wouldn’t, and that was more than enough for me. Though I still had to wonder how it was going to feel, having the butt plug put inside me.
The chair scraped on the tile floor as Seth sat down behind me. Cool air caressed my thighs and ass as he lifted the bottom of the still cinched robe, tucking it up under the belt to keep it in place.
“Oh!”
Seth’s thumb caressed my vulva, sending a shock of pleasure through me. I was so sensitive down there, the lightest touch could send me through the roof.
After a few more passes, he replaced his thumb with his tongue, licking me slowly from bottom to top, paying special attention to my clit. I would have thought, logically, he would have to lick my asshole, but my pussy seemed to be doing the job just fine— getting me relaxed at the same time as warming me up.
The orgasm came fast and hard. I usually had some kind of warning, though not in that instance. Seth put a hand on my back to comfort me, as I came down, ready for anything he wanted to do with me. Or so it seemed to me.
The plastic cap popped on the little bottle that came in the box with the plug. I wasn’t sure what it was at first, unable to think of anything that would come in a bottle that small. As it turned out, it was a bottle of gently warming lube Seth slathered the butt plug in before pressing it up against me.
I wanted to let out a moan but resisted the urge. Master hadn’t given me permission to make noise.
Tenderly stroking my lower back all the way down, Seth worked the plug into my virgin ass, until I could feel the edges of the base brushing against my cheeks.
“How’s that feel?” he asked me.
“Different,” I confessed, “but wonderful.”
It was true. I’d never experienced anything like it before, but also couldn’t deny how amazing it felt inside me.
“Good. I want you to wear it the rest of the day, understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl.”
He got me back into an upright position, gently kissing my cheek as he let the bottom of the robe fall back down around my knees.
Caressing his hand down my arms, kissing my neck, he took my hand and lead me back toward the stairs.
I’d hoped he might be bringing me to the bedroom for another good, hard fucking, or even to his infamous playroom for some heavier play, but alas, he took me back to the office. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the work. I still loved it, really; it was just that I’d come to see Seth as even more of a master than a mentor.
There were times during which I was already beginning to forget that we were at the house to do work. Luckily, I had him there to remind me. He really was the responsible one.
I’d expected it to hurt, at least at first, when I sat down with the butt plug in, but I really didn’t notice that much difference between standing and sitting. There was a bit more pressure to be sure, but this was in no way a bad thing.
“Continue the work you were doing before,” he said, turning the page over in the Moleskine. “Same rules as previously.”
“Yes, master,” I said obediently.
He squeezed my shoulder, going instantly into mentor mode, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
I was surprised and impressed at how quickly he could change between roles, going from hot passion to gentle professionalism at the drop of a hat. Or, more accurately, the beating of my pounding heart.
I was getting everything I wanted, even if I hadn’t known some of it had existed beforehand, and I couldn’t be happier.
It felt like a cliché, the sort of thing that never actually happened in real life, but the time really did seem to fly by. Or, maybe not fly, but zoom, at a supersonic speed beyond what I could accurately perceive.
Either way, the time between Seth easing me down into the nicely padded office chair, a high-quality butt plug firmly planted up my ass, and coming to get me seemed miniscule.
The only evidence of my work was the physical evidence. A further seven pages, twelve in all, of obscure bands with music only available online, that I thought deserved a boost on Suspicious Activity.
“Great work, pet,” he said, flipping through the book, massaging my neck with his other hand.
I loved when he did that. My neck was super sensitive, almost to the point of being an erogenous zone. Seth treated me so gently, it always got me warmed up and ready for hotter action.
“Thank you, master.”
“What do you say we get that butt plug out of you?” he asked me.
“Yes, master.”
I wasn’t sure if it was a genuine question, or if he was testing me. Either way, my answer would be the same.
Seth scooped me up into his powerful arms, as though I weighed nothing, carrying me like a virgin bride through the threshold of the office.
The rumors were true!
Tucked away on the top floor of his ordinary house, though a door accessible at the back of the bathroom, was a well-appointed playroom, equipped for every sort of kink except the really painful and dangerous ones. No knives or bull whips or anything that could cause bleeding.
“Over here,” he said.
Seth indicated a padded bench in the shape of a cross, restraints attached at the bottom and to the ends of each of the arms.
“Are you going to tie me down?” I asked him.
“Not unless you struggle.”
“Is that a joke?”
“Mostly.”
Seth wrapped his arms around me, untying the belt and lifting the robe from my shoulders. Yup, I was definitely naked. As naked as it was possible to be.
Yet I still didn’t feel self-conscious. Even while standing in front of what could only be described as a bondage table.
“Get on,” he commanded me sternly.
As carefully as I could, I got up on the bench, in the way that made the most sense, which was basically on all fours, my ass up in the air, making it easy to get at. I even lowered my upper body, so that it was flat on the bench.
It felt a lot better coming out than going in. Still, Seth went slowly, careful not to pull too hard or fast as he extracted the butt plug from me. I could already feel the difference it had made, my ass feeling nicely stretched out.
I wanted to try a few more times before he tried putting his cock in there, but I was confident I would be able to handle it.
“Very good,” Seth agreed, stretching my ass even more with his hands. “It’s stretching out quite nicely for me. What a good pet. I can’t wait to put my cock in that tight little asshole of yours.”
He helped me from the bench, clearly not intending to tie me up. At least not in that way. Instead he led me to one of those sex swings I always thought were a kind of silly joke.