Message-ID: <36133asstr$1019009402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <pagan442@hotmail.com> X-Original-Path: iq0.demon.co.uk!not-for-mail From: "Pagan" <pagan442@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1019000555.3987.0.nnrp-01.9e9876e8@news.demon.co.uk> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2002 00:42:21 +0100 Subject: {ASSM} MY PET - story - 1-3 BDSM, nc, cons, anal + more Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2002 22:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36133> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, Lambchop 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 ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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