by K D Grace
When taking your Pet on an outing, you must keep in mind that Pets are not comfortable in clothing and, if the outing is a long one, at some point the Pet’s need for sexual release may override his or her good behaviour. This could be embarrassing to the keeper, as Pets aren’t too concerned about where they pleasure themselves or how. To prevent this from happening on a long outing, take frequent privacy breaks to relieve your Pet’s needs and see to her or his comfort. These breaks are also opportunities for the pleasure and relief of Pet keepers as well, and usually a very enjoyable part of any outing for both Pet and keeper.
Looking to all casual observers like the paragon of perfect posture, Stella took full advantage of the thrumming of the bus engine vibrating up through her seat. It sent yummy shockwaves of pleasure over her lady bits while she read the Pet keeper’s manual and fantasising about sexy outings with Tino. All the while she adjusted her hips with subtle shifting to keep the buzz right where she needed it.
She exited the bus and endured the delicious torture of vulval friction caused by walking the six blocks to the Strigida offices in French-cut knickers that rubbed and stroked with every step. Upon her arrival, she made a mad dash to the loo to finish off the job. There she sat on the throne, skirt hoisted high, panties hugging her ankles, legs splayed wide at the knees. She rubbed and pinched her clit. Her fingers darted in and out of her drenched quim swirling and thrusting as though she were planning to dive in up to her elbow. When she came, she nearly catapulted herself off the commode bumping one knee painfully on the toilet roll dispenser and jerking until several vertebrae in her spine popped and cracked in protest.
‘Password? You didn’t say anything about giving her a password. Are you sure that’s a good idea?’ O’Kelly’s grip on the receiver clenched. ‘I mean I thought Stella having Tino was a one-off, a gift?’
‘It was a gift,’ the Boss replied. ‘Of course it was a gift, but that doesn’t mean it has to be a one-off, does it? Besides, you’ve always known this was a part of the plan. Why are you suddenly so squeamish?’
Anne was silent for a long second. ‘She won’t accept it.’
‘Then don’t tell her it’s a gift. Just give her the password to the website. Let her think she’s paying for it.’
‘What I mean is ... I had a heck of a time getting her to take Tino in the first place. I had to practically slam the door behind me and make a run for it.’
There was a warm chuckle on the other end of the receiver. ‘But she kept him, didn’t she? She kept him for the whole weekend and got him back late, if I understand right.’
Anne caught her breath. ‘I hadn’t heard that.’
‘Hadn’t you? I would have thought the two of you would have shared all the steamy details by now.’ She could hear him tisk-tisking into the phone. ‘Don’t tell me she was late for work this morning after the rigors of her weekend?’
‘She was early actually. She was hard at work when I got in at eight.’
‘You were in at eight? O’Kelly I think you need a Pet.’
‘I have one, sir, whenever I want.’
‘Of course you do. And see what a great employee you are, having access to all those lovely Pets.’
She bristled. ‘I’m not an employee.’ She knew he was only winding her up, but she was a little short on temper today.
‘If we ever want our plans to come to fruition, O’Kelly, then you know as well as I do she needs a password. That’s the first step.’
Anne’s shoulders rose and fell in a frustrated sigh. ‘I understand that, of course I do. But I don’t know. I ...’
‘What is it, O’Kelly? What’s bothering you?’
She hated it when he used his patient voice on her. She hated it because it usually meant she had to come clean. And what was troubling her was usually something she couldn’t quite name, but her gut told her she should be able to. She let out a slow breath. ‘I’m just not convinced she’s the right one, that’s all.’
‘I think she is. But giving her the password will help us confirm it one way or another.’ She could almost hear the smile break in his voice. ‘And if she isn’t, well then you can happily say you told me so, and I shall be humbled before your superior intuition.’
‘No you won’t. You never are.’
‘That’s because I’m never wrong. If I ever am you’ll see just how humble I can be.’
She offered a forced smile that no one saw. It pained her to admit it, but he was always right. She was the careful one, the pessimist, the voice of reason. It had been that way since they were at uni together. He said that’s what made her the perfect business partner. Not that he seemed to need her voice of reason. Every time he was reckless, every time he threw caution to the wind he was right. You’d think she would have learnt by now. The man had more than intuition, he had instincts. It was uncanny.
‘O’Kelly? You still there?’
‘I’m here, yes.’
‘This is still what you want, isn’t it? It’s a hell of an inconvenience for me, mind you. And no one would be happier than I if you changed your mind. But there’s no denying you’ve earned it.’
‘Yes. Yes, it’s what I want.’ When he talked to her like that, it shook her resolve, but this was what she wanted, she reassured herself. It wasn’t just what she wanted, it was also what she needed, and even if he couldn’t admit it, surely he knew. Anyway, he’d just have to deal with it, wouldn’t he?
He released his own breath, and it sounded like a strong breeze over the phone. ‘Then you have to trust me, O’Kelly. I promise you won’t regret it.’
‘I know. I know I won’t.’ She didn’t really believe it just yet, but then she never did.
‘Good. Now I want you to make a lunch date with Stella. Find out what happened. I’ll wager she’ll ask how she can have Tino again at her own expense. Then give her the password.’
In the afternoon, there was a conference call to Portland, Oregon, with possible recipients of grants from Strigida. It had been positively embarrassing. Well not for anyone else. The Boss and the people from the Vanguard Nature Trust were completely unaware that Stella was participating in an important conversation about preserving wetlands wearing damp knickers. It added a whole new dimension to dressing for the occasion.
She sat doing the isometric squeeze with her thigh muscles while engaging in a discussion about hides and observation decks and reclamation of derelict land. Just as arrangements were being made for a face-to-face meeting, Stella pushed herself over the edge into an orgasm that nearly shook her out of her ergonomically designed chair. It was the silent but powerful fireworks to celebrate the deal.
Terrified, and ashamed that she might have missed something important, she checked and rechecked the recorded minutes of the meeting, but strangely enough, she had missed nothing. Her comments, her responses, her suggestions were all sharp, even bordering on genius at times.
Later that day, the Boss phoned her. From the background noise and flights being called over the intercom, she knew he was at the airport. In Chicago, if she remembered right. He often hopped from city to city, from country to country several times during the course of a day checking out nature reserves and reclamation sites, helping find legal ways to preserve tracts of threatened woodland and championing any number of environmental causes by spreading Strigida funds wherever they could do the most good. The man seldom rested. In fact she hadn’t seen him more than half a dozen times since she took the job.
‘Stella, you were brilliant in the conference today. How’d you know that there’d been a lumber mill on the site? The idea of using the reclaimed lumber to build the hides is genius, both economically and environmentally.’
‘Thank you, sir. I just did my research.’
‘Brilliant, as I said.’ She could almost hear him smiling. ‘This sort of research is why you have no life outside of Strigida.’ It wasn’t a question.
‘You told me the job would demand a lot of me.’
‘Y
es, I did, didn’t I? Now, O’Kelly tells me you worked right through your lunch break. I’ve given her specific instructions to order a nice takeaway. Chinese, I think she said you like. If I’m not mistaken it should be arriving about now. Go meet her in the break room and eat something. I know you’ll be burning the midnight oil, but I won’t have you do it on an empty stomach. Now go. That’s an order. And good job, Stella.’
There had been no mention of the “gift” Strigida had so thoughtfully provided, and though Stella felt like she should at least say thank you, it didn’t seem appropriate to do it on company time. But then again there was nothing appropriate about the gift in the first place, was there?
‘You walk like you’ve been in the saddle too long,’ Anne said as she watched Stella sit at the table in the break room. ‘Bit sore today, are we?’
Stella couldn’t hold back a smile and a blush as she thought of Tino waking her Sunday morning with his tongue. He was such a naughty Pet. She did spank him for it afterward, but that only served to make him more fuckable and her more horny.
She dragged her attention back to Anne who was busy riffling through the Chinese takeaway bag for the fortune cookies at the bottom. ‘Understandable, really. Tino wields a sizable meat whistle.’
‘Shshsh!’ Stella gave a quick glance around to make sure no one was listening.
‘Oh would you relax. No one will hear us, Stel. Everyone else has gone home for the day, and the only reason I’m still here is because I’m dying to know how you got on with Tino.’ She leant over the table. ‘I hear he got back to the Pet Shop late.’
Stella dropped a wooden chopstick and it clattered across the table in a spatter of soy sauce. ‘Who told you that?’
Anne wiped at the table with her napkin and ignored the question. ‘Tino will always hold out for one last fuck if he can get away with it, and who’s gonna discipline him for that? So tell me,’ she leant so far over the table that her head was practically touching Stella’s. ‘Was it as good as I said it would be?’
Stella felt the uncontrollable smile split her face, the one that had been taking all facial muscles by storm ever since she first made love with Tino. ‘Better, actually. Tino’s amazing.’
Anne giggled. ‘Tino is a very naughty boy, that’s what Tino is.’
There was the staccato burst laughter not unlike misbehaving schoolchildren scheming something forbidden, then the room fell uncomfortably silent as they both concentrated on their hot and sour soup.
Stella laid down her spoon and wiped her mouth on the napkin. ‘After Tino left, I looked up the Pet Shop website.’
Anne didn’t seem surprised.
‘I was curious, as you can imagine. But I couldn’t get access.’ She scrunched her napkin in her lap and shrugged. It was more than curious, she thought. It was frightening just how bereft she had felt after Tino left. It bordered on desperation. Her stomach knotted at the thought.
‘You have to have a password to get to the good stuff. That is what you were looking for, isn’t it? Good stuff about Tino?’
‘I spent the whole weekend ... making love with the man. I’d just like to know a bit more about him. He can speak, right? I mean not talking is just a Pet thing, isn’t it? Like it says in the manual.’
Anne laid down her spoon and held Stella in a scrutinizing gaze. ‘Why? Would you have preferred he speak?’
Stella shook her head and looked down into her soup. ‘No. It was nice not having to make witty conversation. And besides, Tino really didn’t need to speak to express himself.’ She found herself blushing again, and her pussy quivered at thoughts of just how well Tino had expressed himself. She looked back up at Anne, who was still watching her as though she were expecting a confession. ‘Still, it would be nice to know a little bit about him.’
Anne held her gaze until Stella squirmed and looked away, then she spoke. ‘You want him again. Don’t you?’
Stella nodded, and felt a strange tightening in her throat. It was insane, but she missed him. How stupid was that? He had been paid to fuck her for a weekend. That was all it was. How could she miss him?
‘May I make a suggestion,’ Anne said, still studying Stella.
Stella knew she would, no matter what her response was.
‘Try a different Pet next time.’ She forced an unconvincing smile. ‘Variety is the spice of life, after all. If you liked Tino, who knows, you might like some of the other Pets even better.’
‘It’s a moot point, isn’t it?’ Stella ran the spoon around the edge of her soup bowl. ‘I don’t have access to any of them.’ She could feel Anne’s steely gaze boring into the top of her head.
‘Eat your soup, Stella. I know for a fact the Boss gave you lots of homework, and you have an early day tomorrow. You’ll need your strength.’
For some ridiculous reason, Stella found herself fighting back tears.
Neither of them ate. Stella toyed with her soup spoon and Anne stared at the top of Stella’s head. At last Anne released a heavy breath. ‘When you get home tonight, check your personal emails. You’ll find an email marked simply “ps”. There’ll be a link. Follow that link and you’ll be able to retrieve a password. Then once you’re into the website with access to the Pets, you’ll receive further instructions.’
‘Thanks, Anne. You’re a star!’ Stella felt as though her chest would burst with the relief of knowing she would see Tino again. Suddenly she was ravenous.
‘You will consider my advice.’ Anne held her gaze. ‘About trying a different Pet.’
‘Don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t expect the Pet Shop to become a habit or anything. It’s just that I’ve had so little sex for so long that one weekend just wasn’t enough, you know.’ She offered a shaky smile. ‘Guess I didn’t know how much I was missing it. I’m sure one more weekend will do it for me.’
‘Then a bit of variety should be just the ticket to get your libido all sorted, don’t you think? Besides, I should warn you that Tino isn’t easy to get.’
Her stomach knotted again. Tino had to be available. He just had to be. ‘Of course, variety’s nice.’ She avoided Anne’s gaze and shovelled the now tepid soup into her mouth. No doubt variety was good, but it was Tino she wanted. She wouldn’t even bother with anyone else. Just one more hot weekend with him then she’d be content to fall back into her old routine, a good fantasy and an occasional encounter with her vibe when there was time.
Chapter Five
IT WAS LATE BEFORE Stella got home. She kicked off her shoes, poured herself a glass of wine, and sat down with her laptop. Just as Anne said, there was an email marked “ps”. She opened it to find nothing but a link, which led her to a password. She copied it quickly to her BlackBerry then entered it.
That was it. She was in.
The design of the site could not have been more simple. It had the look of a daguerreotype photograph with a clean san serif font. The only image was a lifelike pen and ink drawing of a leopard lounging in a relaxed sprawl which curved around the bottom right-hand corner of the screen. Beneath that was some small copperplate writing that barely registered to Stella. Only one urgent matter concerned her. With fingers that were ridiculously shaky, she followed the prompt to Pet Diaries. She scrolled down through the alphabetical list of Pet names, holding her breath until at last she came to Tino’s diary. She clicked on it.
Anne was right. Tino only had one opening for the next three months, and that was because of a cancellation in two weeks. Even though she could find no price list on the site, Stella took the cancellation and scheduled the Pet for the whole weekend. She barely felt the knot that tightened in her stomach at letting go of some unknown chunk of money that would definitely not be small. Strigida paid her extremely well for the life that now pretty much belonged to them, and she was not without her own resources if she needed them. She figured she could afford one last blow-out weekend with Tino. She’d ask Anne about the price tomorrow.
It was when confirmation of her weekend
with Tino appeared on her email that she realised not only had there been no listing of prices, but there had been no mechanism set in place for payment. She left a query on the “contact us” space and wiped unusually sweaty palms on her trousers. She would check with Anne in the morning. But surely the confirmation was enough.
That done, she clicked back on to Tino’s profile, hungry for any bits of information she could glean about him. Strangely there were no photos of any of the Pets. His Pet Shop bio said only that his full name was Valentino. That didn’t surprise her. Nor did the fact that his keepers chose to call him Tino. There was nothing formal about Tino, rather everything playful and relaxed. Height, 6'1", weight 190 pounds. Most of that solid muscle, she knew from experience. Hair auburn. And outrageously soft and unmanageable, she thought. Eyes brown. And expressive. Deep enough to drown in, she recalled.
Then the bio got personal. At least physically personal. It contained a detailed listing of his physical attributes right down to size of his circumcised penis – diameter, and length, erect and flaccid. She didn’t think she had ever seen him totally flaccid, and she found herself smiling at the problem that must have presented for the measurers. By the time she got to the description of the half-domed globes of his bottom, the ever so slight curve to the right where the cleft between his buttocks met the small of his back, her hand was in her knickers. She parted her labia to find the slippery place in between, which had been moist and quivery most of the day. Her fingers plunged and tweaked as she recalled the physicality of each of those attributes and how they had affected her. She squirmed and wriggled free of her blouse and unclasped her front-loader bra to thumb her nipples and cup and caress the weighty swell of her breasts.
Next to the list of physical attributes was a brief personality profile stating that Tino was headstrong, independent in nature, and though very affectionate and responsive, with considerable stamina, he had a tendency toward misbehaving. Not a Pet recommended for first-timers.