My Pet


I sit waiting for you at the door. I have placed the fur-
lined leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, locking them 
shut with the tiny padlocks you had specially made for 
me. I kneel naked, with my knees spread, as you have 
ordered, with my hands placed palm up on my thighs and my 
head down. My hair is pulled to one side so that you may 
fasten the collar on me when you come home. Every so 
often, I glance up at the collar on the hall table next 
to me.  

I long to feel it around my neck, but know better than to 
put it there myself. You once came home from work early 
and caught me trying it on in front of the mirror. You 
were so upset with me. "My pet, that collar is not for 
you to put on and take off at will. You are mine. I will 
collar when I want you to be collared, otherwise you are 
not to touch it. Is that clear?"  

I lifted my tearstained face to look up at you, nodding 
my assent, unable to speak. You punished me that night so 
I would never forget, then made love to me until morning. 
I still remember the welts with a small smile at times. 

But that was another evening. 

Tonight, I sit waiting for you just the way you like, 
open and vulnerable to your every look and caress. I 
never feel more alive than when I see that light come 
into your eyes, the one that says "you're mine, to do 
with as I please". That look never scares me, but makes 
me feel loved and wanted. 

My attention is pulled back to the present as the door 
opens, and you walk through. My face lights up as you 
smile at me, for I can see the love in your eyes, and the 
pleasure at seeing me obedient to your instructions. You 
hang your coat and drop the mail on the table, picking up 
the collar with the same motion. As you do every night, 
you lean down to whisper in my ear. 

"Is this what you've been waiting for, my pet?" 

I look up at you and nod my head. I won't speak until you 
give me permission. 

You slowly place the collar around my neck. I shudder as 
I hear the lock click shut, but in anticipation, not 
fear. 

"Rise my pet." 

I rise to my feet as you gather me into your arms. You 
kiss me softly, running your tongue over the outline of 
my lips. I moan and begin to melt against you, for I have 
been waiting for this all day. You take me by the hand 
and lead me into the living room. We walk to the couch 
and sit, side by side.  

This is one of the few times we sit as equals, talking 
about our day and winding down from all the stress. 
Gradually, I begin to see that look in your eyes that 
tells me you're ready to resume the responsibility of 
master. You stand and pull me to my feet, then lead me 
into our playroom.  

It was once just a spare bedroom, but you have outfitted 
it to use as our play room now. There are various rings 
to tie things to on the wall. There is also a sturdy 4-
poster king size bed. You lead me to the wall and attach 
the rings on my bracelets to a hook above my head on the 
wall.  

I stand quietly, waiting to see what you have in store 
for me tonight. I can already feel myself beginning to 
get wet at just the thought of what you'll do to me. 

Tonight, I see you grab the black leather crop, the one 
you had made for my birthday. I smile to myself, for that 
is my favorite. I stand facing the wall, leaning on it 
slightly to brace myself, and I hear the whistle of the 
crop. I tense for the impact, but you're only swishing it 
in the air.  

You're always able to tell when I'm anticipating 
something, and then surprise me with something else. This 
time, I hear the swish of the crop again, but instead of 
feeling it on my ass, I feel your bare hand make contact. 
I jump at the first swat, not having expected it. 

You begin to tease me by running the tip of the crop up 
and down my inner thighs. You laugh as I squirm, trying 
to bring the crop into contact with my pussy. You've 
already got me so worked up that I can smell my own 
arousal, and feel the juices on my inner thigh. I begin 
to beg for more, and you give it to me, only not as I 
expected. Suddenly, there is a sharp crack and I feel a 
burning sensation where you've hit me with the crop. It 
hurts somewhat, but it also feels so good. 

"Well my pet, now that I have your attention, we'll 
proceed." 

You begin to strike me with the crop, softly at first, 
varying your speed and the force of the strikes. I moan 
each time you strike me, but in pleasure, not pain. The 
burning on my ass makes my entire body hot and sensitive 
to the lightest of your touches. You keep cropping my ass 
until it is fiery red, but stop before it actually 
bruises.  

You know me so well that you can judge how I'm feeling by 
taking one look at my face. You run one hand down my 
spine softly, then down the crack of my ass to my pussy. 
It is dripping wet, and you insert a single finger into 
me. I begin to move up and down your finger, and you 
promptly remove it. I groan in frustration. 

"You may not come yet. Do you understand Pet?" 

I groan softly and squirm against my bonds. 

You take my face in your hand and turn my face to yours. 
"Do you understand Pet? I won't ask again." 

I stare into your eyes for a few seconds, then lower my 
head and nod my submission to your will. I want and need 
to feel you against me now, but know that the pleasure 
will be all the greater if I wait for your permission. 

"Good girl."<br><br?

You take down my shackled wrists and lead me to the bed. 
You lay me gently on the soft silk sheets, which feel 
like liquid fire against my sore ass. I almost come just 
from the sensation of it against my skin. You look at me 
and once again warn me, "No cumming until I say so my 
pet." 

My arms are pulled above my head and attached to the two 
posts at the head of the bed. Then suddenly, my legs are 
pulled apart and I'm attached spread-eagled to the bed. I 
can't move more than an inch or so off the mattress. I am 
completely open to your every caress. I can feel myself 
getting wetter still, as my juices drip down onto the 
sheets.  

You stand at the foot of the bed, gazing first at my 
breasts, then running your gaze slowly down my body to my 
toes, then back up to my pussy. It's a deep red, and 
glistening with moisture. You smile slowly, almost 
evilly, and I feel my body respond to your gaze.  

My nipples get even harder, so hard they almost hurt, but 
god, it feels so good. You kneel between my legs, and 
begin to kiss your way up from my knees to my inner 
thighs, stopping just short of licking my pussy. I can 
feel your hot breath against it, and I try to work my way 
down to you, but I'm held fast by the cuffs at ankles and 
wrists. I pull futilely against my restraints, knowing 
how you enjoy to watch me struggle. 0

With your lips almost touching my aching clit, you look 
up at me and say "Beg my pet. I want to hear how badly 
you want me, in exquisite detail." You know this is the 
hardest thing for me to do, and therefore, it's the thing 
you most want to wrest from me. 

I blush from head to toe. For a moment, I seem to have 
lost my voice. Then a small whisper comes from my lips. 
"Please, please, I need to feel you against me. I need to 
feel your lips and fingers run over and into me." 

"How badly do you want it pet?" 

I almost sob as I reply, "More than anything." 

You lean down and stroke your tongue over my clit, once, 
and then again. I try to buck against you, but in vain. 
You pull back until I once again become still, then lean 
over and lick again, harder this time. I can't help 
myself, my hips rise to meet your tongue, and as they do, 
you once again pull away. I groan in frustration, and 
here your chuckle in response. 

"So needy tonight my pet. Have you been waiting this all 
day?" 

"God, yes, Master, I want to feel your lips and tongue 
and teeth on my clit, please!"  

"Have you been good today my pet? No playing with 
yourself? You know I forbid you to have an orgasm without 
my express permission." 

I try to answer, but the only thing to come out of my 
mouth is a tortured groan. 

"Very well my pet, tonight I will go easy on you." 

And having spoken those words, you plunge you tongue deep 
into me, licking and nibbling on my clit, giving it an 
occasional nip with your teeth. Every time I begin to 
thrash, you stop, bringing me close to orgasm, but never 
letting me reach it.  

By now, I'm almost sobbing with need. With one smooth 
motion, you move up my body and plunge your hard cock 
into me. It only takes a few thrusts, and my first orgasm 
hits me, stunning me momentarily with its intensity. 
Almost as soon as it is over, I begin to buck against you 
again, wishing I could wrap my legs around your waist. 
You pull almost completely out and wait there, with just 
the head of your cock in my pussy, waiting for me to calm 
before beginning to fuck me again. 

I sigh in pleasure and look up into your eyes. My eyes 
tell you everything you need to know, that I am yours, 
completely. 

Your thrusts become longer and harder, and I rise to 
meet each one, the pleasure building into this knot deep 
inside me. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge. I 
hear your whisper in my ear, "Tell me my pet, tell me how 
you feel." 

"Oh god, master, I love you. I love what you can make me 
feel. Please Master, let me loose so I can show you." 

You reach up and release my arms. I wrap them around you 
and pull you close. By now, I'm covered in sweat, and my 
own juices. I'm almost wild with wanting you. You pump 
into me with long strokes, and as another orgasm 
overtakes my body, I hear the words I've been waiting for 
since we met. 

"You are mine Pet, now and forever. I love you, my Pet." 

I sob in relief and ecstasy as you take us both over the 
edge.