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From: "Pagan" <pagan442@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} MY PET 3/many - Story - BDSM, M/F, n/c, cons
Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 04:10:02 -0400
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*** 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.

Contains: BDSM, M/F, n/c, cons

MY PET

By: Pagan

CHAPTER THREE (of many)

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 new day.

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 ever again.

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 stimulation extension.

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.



*** end of chapter three, more to come soon.

Hey!!! I'm just getting started...

You can write to me: pagan442@hotmail.com

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