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From: "Pagan" <pagan442@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} MY  PET - story - 1-3 BDSM, nc, cons, anal + more
Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 22:10:03 -0400
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Hi all,

Attached are chapters from 1 to 3 of "My Pet" ...

Enjoy


*** ALL STANDARD BULLSHIT... don't read if < 18 or if BDSM sex
offends you or if you are one of those asholes tryng to convince
people that sex experimentation is bad, go get a life.

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

MY PET 

By: Pagan


Chapters 1 - 3


I always knew I am a domnant person, not just in sex but in the
real life as well. I like to control people and situations and in
most cases I am the one to have final say. I am well educated
financially secure person which allows me to blend with most
people and yet I always stand out in a crowd. I heard people
describe me as biker type with large body, seamingly
unsofisticated with very few manners. They might be right as
well, I sure am large man which shows whenever I try to buy
clothes, especially shirts and jeans. I certainly tend to show
lack of manners but that's deliberatly of my own chosing. I
consider myself as center of my own universe and all others are
unimportant save those I decide to acknowledge. I am about six
feet tall with about 250 punds in weight, often unshaven with
short or no hair on my head. When going out I often wear leather
trowsers and jacket, which keeps me warm and dry on my
Harley-Davidson motorcycle. I have blue-green eyes and showing
muscle here and there.

As I said earlier, I am dominant person; I like always to be in
control to the extreme. I never understood so-called dominant
people that would tie-up their sexual partner and then fuck them
silly. I always believed control comes from inside, and one has
to learn how to control himself before they control others.
Sometimes I can go for longest time without sex while my
slavegirl is bound helplessly, tantalized and denied orgasm. I
don't believe in control for the sake of sex, I believe control
and domination is all consuming, it is a state of mind, a
lifestyle.

This is a real story, yes I am real person, I exist and accounts
mentioned here have actually happened. The only thing I changed
is obviously names and places to protect me from all you perverts
reading this :-) This story is about a girl called Sarah and how
I slowly turned her into my pet (quite literaly). I don't know
how long is it going to be but I'll try to write it in those
spare moments I have. So drop me a line if you wish, especially
if you're young lady with desire to be owned and controlled,
'cause Sarah is sadly with me no more, and I am quite sad... but
I am getting ahead of a story... so here it is.

...

Sarah came to Brighton from another part of Britain, she was far
away from home with limited funds, no friends and huge task ahead
of her. This year she was going to start the first year of her
university. In deed she was very smart girl, kind of shy and
reserved but nothing that would label her as weirdo or
antisocial.

She quickly made friends amongst colleagues attending same
classes and living in the same dorm. She was a brave girl, buring
all the bridges behind her and with little she had enbarking on a
lenghtly  journey to become a psychologist.

Sarah was a good girl, living with her adoptive mother before
moving to Brighton, when she left her, boyfriend and a little
family she had there. Still whey were just on the other side of
the country but Sarah was determined to suceed and make a
difference with her life.
Sarah was stuning with raven black hair ending little below her
shoulders and piercing blue eyes. She was about five-feet-six
tall with hourglass figure. She was in deed pleasure to look at.

But not at that time... At the time she joined university she
didn't really pay much attention to her hair, wore baggy, often
unmatching clothes and really didn't have any idea of a
difference between cosmetic powders, lipstick etc. andwarpaints.

Her adoptive mother was a hard working woman in a factory, who
didn't have much time nor money to spend on clothes and virtually
never wore any blush or lipstick, so Sarah learned to improvise.

She arrived that faithful Saturday to Brighton train station
carrying four large suitcases her mother help her pack and place
on the train. I still don't know how she managed to make two
transfers carrying all that stuf that was clearly to heavy for
one large man like me, let alone petite little girl like Sarah.

Meeting Sarah was a pure coincidence. I was returning from London
cursing the late trains and public transportation. I felt hot,
breathles and pissed off as did I'm sure most of the passengers.
Train made a stop in East Croydon when I noticed her, standing
there on the platform with the tower of suitcases.

Obviously there was no porter and people were just showing
disinterest and contempt looking at her with all that stuff,
planning to enter their train, taking their space, breading their
air. She looked plain and a bit pale but something in me just
reacted to her. She looked helpless and so beautiful.

Photography is one of my hobbies and I've seen beautiful naked
girls, hundreds of times. When I looked at that petite girl in
baggy clothes I saw beauty well hidden within herself and covered
with layers of plain clothing. But that was not what attracted me
to her, it was that "something" undiscribabale, something almost
spiritual.

Even as train was comming to full stop, I have formed the plan to
learn more about her while thinking of my future actions. I stood
up and walked two rows of seats further to be in line with her so
I can help her with her stuff as every gentleman would.

We sat oposite one another, panting heavily from lifting all
those bags in such a short time, and I am a strong man so you can
imagine the weight she carried unaided. I figured I want to learn
more about her even as she so eloquently thanked me for my
valourous edavours.

Sarah was easy target for any stalker, she was friendly and
loquatious, she told me all about her destination, university,
mother and family before train reached Purley, which is next stop
from Croydon.

Obviously I expressed my surprise when she mentioned Brightion
and I told her that was my destination too. Few dozen extra miles
from my real destination won't hurt me; day was shaping better
and better.

We were chatting like best of buddies by the time we arrived to
Brighton. I once again expressed my concern about her lluggage
and valiantly offered her to share a cab to her destination,
which she acccepted immediatly with lots of thanks and praise.

If she only knew that was my sinister plan to find out where she
lives. I invited myself upstairs with all her luggage and met her
roomate. They decided what is to be her room, where I finally
left her stuff, said my goodbyes and rushed out of theapartment.

By that time plan was almost formed adn I knew I couldn't become
too friendly with her at this time, I had to leave as I came;
nice, misterious gentleman. I didn't mint paying seventy punds
for taxi home, I was tired of all that lifting and needed to
think of a plan to make her mine.


*****

Taxi ride home was lenghtly and yet refreshing, I had time to
organize my thoughts and forming my plan of action. So far I
haven't made any typical mistakes and I was sure Sarah would
forget "kind stranger" by the end of the day.

Now I had an advantage, I knew what I wanted and I knew I will
get it unless I screw up by being impatient. I've seen too many
movies and red to many stories to know that I need to take my
time.

I spent all evening drinking coffee, scribbling with my expensive
fountain pen on various pieces of paper, making a shopping list
for tomorrow. I placed a few international calls to my buddies
across Europe and the plan was set in motion.

Sunday morning was bright new day filled with purpose and
determination. I took my time taking a long relaxing shower after
I shaved my head and styled my beard. I wanted to look good
today. I used whole range of shower gels and skin care lotions
making myself smell nice, and desirable at least to my
imagination and reflection in a mirror showing self satisfied
grin of a newborn stalker.

Everything seemed slow that sunday, It took me ages to get
dressed, sit on my bike and ride into town. I took early
breakfast eying Dixons shop, waiting for it to open. Time passed
slowly as I was slowly chewing my English breakfast, diluting it
with ever flowing stream of fresh tea.

Finally the time has come, I saw store open across the road and I
started to leave. I paid for my breakfast with loose change I
fished out of my pockets, said my thank-you-s and left towards
the store.

I must have been the best customer that day because I left
feeling significantly heavier, carrying a professional "bird
watcher" goggles and telephoto lenses for my camera. After all if
I was to do some stalking I was going to do it properly.

It took me about a month to get everything ready, I terminated a
contract with a company I worked with, spray-painted the windows
of my car to get a nice tinted look and got some special order
stuff from my central European contacts.

I live in a nice victorian house with a spacious basement for
which I intended completely different purpose. I played with BDSM
for some time now, exploring and experimenting but I haven't had
the actual dungeon before, even though I thought of it on many
occasions. Now I was about to get all things ready for my future
pet.

During that month of preparations I went to Brighton on several
occasions, in order to get to know the terrain and of course to
ascertain what Sarah is doing. Sure enough she joined her
university, I even learned what busses she takes, what are her
classes and what is her daily routine.

She took up studying very seriously and sure enough for a poor
girl like her she found a job in one of the restaurants
overlooking the sea. All this hard studying and part-time job
left little time for socializing and finding new friends.

Being separated from her family and friends working and studying
all the time left it's toll on Sarah. Nobody invited her to
parties any more, everyone just went along with their business
while she stayed alone at home desperately needing a friend. From
the very first moment it was obvious that it is going to happen,
it usually does to most people in similar predicament and I was
counting on it. It was almost time to make a first approach. 

Being a photographer has many blessings, one of them is to be
surrounded by exquisite young models. I choose a stunning blonde
model from Brighton and took her for a nice meal at Sarah's
restaurant. Of course I carefully planed and timed the whole
encounter, I even had the table I wanted reserved two days in
advance. I was planning to accidentally bump into Sarah once
more, and I needed my model as a decoy, so it wouldn't look too
transparent. It is also good for increasing personal value in
someone's eyes if you're going out with a women they can only
dream of while masturbating over men's magazine. Only this time I
wanted Sarah to notice my beautiful companion and drop her guard,
after all a man that goes out with such women couldn't be
interested in anything else.

Sure enough Sarah noticed me straight away, after all I am not
easy person to miss in a crowd. I acted my often rehearsed part,
surprise, gladness to see her again and a bit of irrelevant
chatter when two acquaintances meet again. I made sure Sarah
noticed my companion by introducing them to each-other.

Sarah served our food with smiles and I complimented a chef on
excellent spaghetti carbonara, which was in fact quite ordinary
but I needed a reason to come again. I left Sarah with a generous
tip after I finished my meal and once far enough from a
restaurant said my goodbye to the model accompanying me.

For next month or so I become a regular visitor, always with
different companion and always with generous tip. Sarah and I
become much friendlier as I have planned and besides, I was a
hero, a good customer and untouchable ban that has all these
beautiful women at his disposal. Sure enough she knew from the
first moment they are models and we're coming back from a
photo-shoot in one of the Brighton studios but still, imagination
is a dangerous thing if you let it run wild.

Plan was going on as I expected, Sarah got used to me coming on
same days at same time and she looked forward to it. After all
for person in need of a friend, friendly acquaintance is good
enough. I was ready to push my plan to the next level.

One day I came for a dinner but without a companion, I pretended
I was waiting for her and then had my meal alone. It was about
closing time when I finished my meal so I offered Sarah to take
her home in my car. She of course accepted, I took her home
before and besides, I was like a good friend to her.

So I took here home and she of course invited me for a cup of
coffee, which I gladly accepted. We sat down chatted for some
time, watched Fraser on comedy channel, it was nice clean fun
between two adults. It was about half one when I left her. Before
going I have her a gentle kiss on her lips. She wanted more but I
left her all the way grinning at the victory I just won. She was
mine even though she didn't know it yet.

In Sarah's eyes I became her platonic boyfriend, I would visit
her almost every day and take her out on weekends, but never
going further then a gentle peck on her lips. Now that was hell
for me, all I wanted to do was to rip her clothes off, throw her
on the bed and fuck her until my balls dry up and turn to dust.
But I had to hold off, I had greater plans for us, besides I
wasn't looking for a girlfriend. I wanted to have a pet.

Sarah did have that so obvious submissive behaviour, I realized
at some point in time that was what initially drawn me to her. It
wasn't her looks nor wits, it was that indescribable something
every predator feels for it's prey. She was a victim, a
submissive creature frightened of the world because she missed a
guiding hand, someone to obey.

As days went by, we became closer to each-other and she never
made a move nor question why I don't take it any further even
though she was more then willing. She was content with what I was
giving her and let the decision on me.

Soon time came for her education to begin, but being a careful
player I needed to ensure odds in my favor. Couple of weeks later
Sarah got evicted from her house together with whole lot of her
roommates, all thanks to anonymous tip to the landlord that there
are suspicious things happening in his house. It had something to
do with drugs and sex but honestly I can't remember what exactly
it was that prompted such action.

All other girls managed something in a hurry, but Sarah had a
problem, she didn't have any friends or family to turn to. There
was just me, and not to my surprise I got a call I was expecting
for some time then.

I took her home and gave her separate room and she was happy.
Unfortunately I live quite far from Brighton so she had to give
up her job because traveling took most of her day. I was more
then happy to pay for train ticket and now she didn't need to pay
rent so it was allright.

Controlling people and domination takes much more planning and
precision then anyone can imagine. Sarah's moving to my house was
carefully timed so when I suggested to switch schools and go for
distance learning she accepted it under pretext that we'll have
much more time to spend together.

Distance learning isn't cheap sport and I gladly paid for that
too, which left her completely dependant on me. She spent all her
money and only option she had would be to forget her studies and
go back to her adoptive mother and maybe find a job in her mom's
factory, and that wasn't an option for her.

I finally got my leverage, my insurance that my plan is going to
succeed. I searched for women like Sarah for years now and I just
couldn't afford to loose her for any reason on this world. It was
time to start training my pet.

I needed something different, kind of a shock to wake her from
her dreamy state and set her in right direction. That night I
waited for her to go to sleep and sometimes after midnight i just
entered her room, threw off her blanked, waking her up in a
process. She looked scared and confused but I wasn't going to
stop nor answer any questions. I was going to take what belongs
to me.

I ripped her silk pajamas open, tearing off her panties, exposing
overgrown bush of black hair and perfect breast. I stopped for
the moment to admire my newest possession, my toy. She was
exquisite, perfectly shaped and rounded in just the right places.
Pointy breast with pink aureolas and firmness that defies
gravity, soft milky skin, perfect legs and beautiful, firm heart
shaped arse. She was perfection, not a mole, blemish or a scar
anywhere. Body that is naturally resistant to celulite. She
looked good enough to eat... but that had to wait, now I was
going to take what is mine.

I entered her forcefully, not caring about her discomfort, I
wanted it to be quickly over and I didn't want her to reach her
orgasm. I had to break her as one would break a wild horse. She
had to realize her place in my grand scheme of things.

I did enjoy that first encounter, she screamed at first and then
just grunted and cried, and then before I came, I pulled my cock
out and while jacking off , came all over her face and hair. I
was saving myself for that. I havent masturbated for two weeks,
my balls were aching me for last four days. When I finally came
it was as If it was flowing from my belly, I felt weak as spurt
after spurt of hot sperm landed on her face.

After what looked like eternity, I started to soften and I
smeared splattered sperm over her face, lips and eyes full of
tears. I was done, I got dressed and left her room straight into
the study room. I had pretty much whole house bugged with
infrared cameras so I just sat there, monitoring what my pet is
doing.

She rubbed my sperm of her eyes and just kept on crying in a
fetus position. It was almost morning when she finally fell
asleep. I took a short nap and woke up early in the morning. I
checked monitors and she was still sleeping in same position I
left her. That was good, I had plenty of things to do.

I rummaged through her things, throwing most of her clothes in
big garbage bags, striping Sarah of any identity. I was still
going to keep her name, after all Sarah is beautiful name for a
beautiful pet.

I knew she would be waking up soon, I went to kitchen downstairs,
poured a cup of hot coffee, and started reading yesterdays
newspapers. After about an hour I heard a footsteps, my pet was
coming down to confront her new master. It was the moment of
truth.

*****

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 newday.

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 everagain.

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 stimulationextension.

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.

====================

Hi all, I've received great response so I decided to open a group
on Yahoo where I shall be posting all my stories and some
pictures. Please visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/pagansplace.
There we can meet each other have fun, talk about thinks we like
(BDSM & stuff) and possibly organize some get together with a lot
of food, drinks and possibly sex.

In any case, your e-mails made it worth writing that story so far
;-)

Stay tuned for more soon and as always you can e-mail me to
pagan442@lycos.co.uk


 
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