Confessions of a Naughty Pet

I know I broke the rules, Sir. I'm not saying I didn't and I'll accept whatever punishment you see fit. But I just want you to keep in mind, Sir, that in part this is what you've been making me into.

--A ruler breaker?--

No, Sir. Not a rule breaker, a pet who... who wants cock, Sir. You've been programming me haven't you, Sir? Not to break the rules, never that, but you tell me to say things, to say I love cock, not your cock like I try to say, but you tell me to leave that off. You tell me just to want cock, don't you tell me that, Sir?

--I do tell you that.--

And you do talk about programming me, training me, don't you, Sir? At first I thought you were just playing, but you kept repeating it. You do want my mouth to water when I see cock, don't you, Sir? You want my pussy to get wet when tall men's eyes wander over my body. That wasn't just a game to you, was it? Was it, Sir??

--No of course not.--

Good. I mean, because when I knew you meant it I started to listen. How many times have we played like that, Sir? How many times have you told me to open my mouth so you could see how it would look? How many times have you asked me to beg for cock, not ''your'' cock, but just cock, any cock? How many times have you asked me to be naughty? To be your naughty girl? And how many times have you punished me for not being naughty enough? For not letting enough men touch my tits?

Again, it doesn't change the rules I broke. But I just want you to understand. Its... been working. All of it. When you have my over the bench, after enough spanking or enough flogging, when I get into subspace and you're saying those naughty things... oh god, the thoughts and images just get into my brain and they go deep, and each time it seems to take less to bring me back into it. The other day you were taking me from behind after that... aggressive... spanking and you said, I don't remember, something like, "You look so good taking cock."

--You do.--

You do like to tell me that. But in that moment, the way you said it, it seemed almost out of body, like you were watching me take someone else's cock. And you were so happy about it and I knew you'd be happy my mind was thinking such naughty thoughts I began imagining how I'd look taking cock for you, and I imagined your cock was really a kinky friend's instead, or a stranger, or a big black cock. I imagined them taking turns on me and I know this sounds silly, but your cock even seemed to feel a bit bigger to match my imagination.

When you showed me that other guy's dick pick while we were playing and asked me to imagine it on front of me... well I blushed and acted shy, but when I closed my eyes, I saw that cock as if it was right in front of me. When you asked me to open my mouth, I felt it immediately watering, readying itself for that other cock. And when I say vivid, I don't really know if that does it justice.

I joke about being dickmatized, and it's not really hypnosis, but its like those dreams I have that are so real I think they might have actually happened. See, Sir, in my head, I've already sucked ''so much'' cock for you. Strapped to the bench while you're fucking me, on the bed while you're flogging me...

--All under my immediate direction, and you still haven't told me anything.--

I know, Sir. And I know I haven't told you the details yet. I'm not stalling. I'll tell you everything so you can know how to best punish me. But... I just feel like it might be better if I could be... servicing you in some way while I tell you? I can see your cock is already so hard, Sir. Would you like me to stroke it while I confess everything? Or perhaps you'd rather have a flogger or cane ready, and my tits or ass ready to receive your comments as you have them?

--Stroke my cock, but I want needles ready for punishment.--

Needles too, Sir?! If that's what you wish. I don't know where the supplies are, Sir. Okay, I'm glad you'll get them. I'll get the lube and be completely naked and be waiting for you. Don't worry, I shaved completely, I prepared to be as pleasing as possible since I've been such a bad girl.

Oh that's cold, are we starting with a needle, Sir?! Oh, just preparing now so you won't have to wait. Gloves too, that's smart.

--What was his name?--

Name, his name. Of course, you want to start there. But let me just get your cock out first, Sir. See? Isn't that better? His name was Jake. And I met him online on Feeld and the idea from the beginning was to find someone to present to you as a prospective candidate, you know? "Honey, you know you were mentioning having a hard time finding good cocks to make use of your Threesome and Cocksucker gift certificates? Well, I think I might have someone..." That was the idea. And that would have been a good idea right?

You don't have to say, but I will say your cock seems to think it would have been a good idea. And so we exchanged a few messages, not so different from what me and James were doing really, and he seemed chill and respectful and, well, hot. At some point I mentioned fet and then of course I had to tell him my profile name and he found all my pictures, you know your naughty pet has over six hundred and fifty of those? Jake seemed to enjoy them a lot and showed me how much without me even asking. Do you want to see? I'll have to stop stroking you. Ok. It's right here. Sorry, I thought it was clear he was black from the fact that last session you were specifically mentioning finding a black playmate. And yes, though photos are deceiving, he was a little bigger than you, but not as big as that giant cock guy from my past.

So after that I decided we should... wait? oh, what did I reply to his picture? I mean it was in context, he had been deep diving my pictures and said "Damn these are making me sooo hard" and then the picture and I replied "That is making me sooo wet" and then I sent him a picture of my glistening fingers. And I wanted to share that so much because I knew you'd think it was such a slutty-hot response, but I was still trying to land this surprise. No, I didn't just lick my fingers, I played with my pussy a bit and got them nice and wet. But then I did lick my fingers and sent him a picture of that too. I think that got me an expedited coffee date because he had previously been busy, but then he wanted to meet the next day.

Let me put this away. No? Pull up his dick pic again? Okay. And just set it here like his cock in a digital frame? Yes, Sir. I do appreciate I can keep using my hands on you.

So anyway, I was really nervous, again I wanted to tell my Sir so he could protect me if Jake turned out to be a creep or something, plus I knew you'd be wanting to pick out what top and bra to wear to best show off my tits, and really enjoying me being a naughty girl for you. But for the surprise I was brave and went alone, when I was supposed to be at Santa Day at school. And I didn't want to go far, so I was at ''our'' Starbucks, just hoping not to see anyone we know, hoping that anyone would be at work or the same school function I was skipping out on.

Jake shows up and I recognize him immediately and he's tall, no not quite as tall as you but over six feet, and I stand up and give him a hug and it lingers a moment and I breath in this nice subtle cologne. Then he sits down and sit across from him and he smiles at me and says, "Come, sit next to me." It's like a four seat round table, so I oblige and move to the seat next to him. He put a hand on my thigh and he leaned in and whispered, "Good girl." I had a feeling then I was in trouble, and I'm sorry Sir, because every part of my body reacted to that phrase.

Oh ok. First needle. Ok. Why? Sir? Fuck. Fuck. Ahhh. Oh god. Ok. Ok. Count them? Ok. One. One needle just so very close to my nipple. Was... it.. because I reacted to that phrase... from not you? Sorry, I stopped stroking, I didn't mean to. You don't have to tell me why, Sir. One needle.

Breathe. Okay. From that moment he didn't stop touching me. His hand was on my thigh, or my knee, or the small of my back. We're sitting in StarBucks and he places our order from his phone so he doesn't have to stop. And we're talking like casually, he's not saying anything dirty just really flirty and smooth and he's working the eye contact when he isn't subtly staring at my tits. And I'm thinking, "This plan is working. Jake approved." Only, Sir, my mind didn't exactly stay on the plan.

Which is to say, all his touches and smooth words were making me feel some kind of way, and the devil on my shoulder mentioned how happy Sir would be getting so aroused by this other man, and I don't want to blame angels because I know it's all just me, but the angel only said, "Coffee's going to end and you're going to go home" as if that was helpful. Meanwhile, the devil is wondering if I need to touch his cock through his pants at least before really approving him, and I have no excuse, I'm ''not thinking ''here, but I don't touch his cock either, I just sort of think about it a lot while laughing and smiling and lifting my leg a bit to encourage his hand a bit higher.

And my phone blips and its Sara asking if I'm going for shift-2 of Santa Day, which was my convenient hard out for the coffee date. And he sees me struggling with it and leans in and says, "Tell her no." Just like that. Not forceful, just casually confident. I replied no and he whispers, "Good girl. Why would you want to do that, when you could go home and touch yourself thinking about me? Not to presume, I just know it's what I'll be doing." And then he said, "Unless..."

Yes, sir. I see that, I'm holding still. Holding still. Fuck. Ahhh...ch.... Ah. Breathe. Two. Two needles, Sir.

I know. The ''unless'' was bad. But I wasn't driving with him and so there was no secondary location, except it turned out there was. And of course he fucking planned it, but he happened to be driving the company van, one of those tall vans you can stand fully upright in that has no windows. And the unless was, "Unless you want me to show you my work van for a few. Maybe take a couple pictures for your husband to show him when you present me?"

And that devil again, imagining the best reactions from you, and that angel still scratching her head on whether a van in a parking lot counts as a secondary location. I played it out quickly in my head, I imagined me slowly exposing my tits to him while he took pictures. I imagined showing them to you, teasing you as I walked you through how brave and naughty I'd been, you wondering with each picture how much further I'd gone to tease you. But also, Sir, I'm not going to lie. I ''was'' thinking about the pictures, but also... I just wanted to watch his eyes devour me and feel the thrill of exposing myself to him. Mmm, your cock just twitched a little. Anyway, I said OK and it was probably too quickly.

Ah ok! Yes, it wasn't ''probably'' too quickly, it was Ahh.. Fuck OK.. Holding still. It was ''definitely ''too... Ouch! Three. Definitely too quickly, Sir. Three needles, Sir.

He led me out to the van and had me climb in the passenger seat because it was less conspicuous I guess, but immediately took me into the back. I couldn't tell you much about it, there was a little desk thing and a sofa bench thing, but he just immediately turned slipped his arms around me. I wish I could tell you he just kissed me, but he didn't, he asked permission and... I kissed him in response and melted into him. He'd been touching me non-stop for an hour, but my body was dying for him to touch everywhere he couldn't before.

I did mumble "pictures" but I was quickly getting lost in something that felt a lot like a scene. He said, "definitely" and kept sliding his tongue in my mouth and pressing his soft lips against mine and pulling me into him by my ass. I'm sorry, Sir, but I got lost in it and reacted like a slut. I know you like that in general, but this wasn't authorized and I just let my body react. I was kissing him and grinding into him, feeling his hard cock pressing into me.

Eventually he pushed me and I fell back on that bench thing. I was a bit surprised and out of breath, my lips still hungry for more. "Give me your phone," he said. I almost told him, "Take them with your phone," and it sounded so sexy and slutty in my head, but I bit my lip instead and fished out my phone for him. The first picture looks like a walk of shame photo, my hair tussled, my face flushed, my lips parted and wet.

Of course I'm going to show you them! Now even, Sir. But I'm ready for another needle if you think I deserve it. I do? Of course I do. I gave him permission. I... ok... steady... ahhhh oooh god yes. Four. Four needles, Sir. Fuck yes, four.

Should I continue, Sir? I have to stop stroking you so I can move through the pictures and confess what was happening. Ok. So let's see, vault, here we go. This is the one I just mentioned, I look flushed. Then he asked me to tease my husband for the camera. So here I'm showing off my bra and cleavage, how you can see my nipple through the mesh of the bra. Then he said something like "He might just think its you with some girlfriend photographer." And so of course I suggested he put his hands in some, which you can see here. But then he needed both hands and so... he managed to prop of the phone and record this. Are you okay to see it? I thought so, but wanted to ask. I'll set it up so I can stroke you while you take it in.

Obviously I had to stand back up, and you can just see the bottom of my face but none of his. I mentioned he was tall, didn't I, Sir? He moved behind me, you can see it here, and oh I guess you can just see a bit of his jaw as he whispers to me. He told me, "Good girl, now put your hands behind your back so he'll wonder if you're stroking my cock." And I did that here and he said he'd take over teasing my husband, and well you see how he sorted of picked up where he left off, just caressing my tits through my top and bra. I closed my eyes, then here he pinched my nipple and growled for me to keep eye contact with my husband. So I keep them open and here he pulls my tits out and really starts to appreciate the feel of them naked. I'm biting my lip here, but I can't honestly say who it's for. It's so strange to see in the third person, but he did really spent a lot of time caressing and my nipples felt like they were so hard by the time he started focusing on them.

What, Sir? Was I getting wet? Truthfully, Sir? I was getting wet the first time he said, "Good girl." By here I was soaking. And yes, I won't make you wonder. I was stroking his cock through his pants behind my back. My hand was placed on a cock and my programming may have taken over, and maybe mutating or whatever you programmers say. I managed to get his pants unbuttoned, and slid one hand inside his boxers.

--Your hand on his bare hard cock?--

Yes, Sir. Your cock isn't seeming to mind hearing that. He stops the video here and tells me since he's already out, oh yeah, I guess I had gotten all the way to pulling his cock out at that point. And he tells me I should show my husband how I look posed with his cock. So he pushed me back on the bench, but that put my eye level with his cock and... I was such a bad girl, Sir. In that moment, after everything leading up, I just had to have him in my mouth.

I knew you weren't really there, but I was so worked up I could easily imagine you watching, and easily imagine how pleased you'd be watching me act so wantonly. But that moment was really about my hungry mouth and that hard cock waiting for it. I was a bad girl, Sir. So bad. I didn't tease him, or pose for the camera. He didn't even get a chance to take hold of it, I didn't even let him. I just attacked him and did everything I could to make him cum in record time. You know my mouth, Sir, so you know what I can do. And I did it all. It was desperate, I felt like such a slut gagging on his cock, and worse, for a moment I felt like ''his'' slut and not ''your ''slut.

Sir, can I have another needle? I deserve it, Sir. But do it somewhere I'm scared to take a needle. I should suffer for being such a naughty slut without your permission, Sir. Straight through my nipple? That definitely scares me. If that's your wish... spread my legs? Of course, Sir. Is this wide enough?

--You're soaking even now.--

I know, my pussy is so wet right now, Sir. See what a naughty girl I am, I even get wet confessing to my rule breaking. Oh that's cold, and you're really sterilizing a lot of places, Sir. Keeping me wondering exactly where? Or planning for a lot more than one more? Should I wait? Keep going then? Ok. Oh god, you're just going to hold that needle ready there aren't you. Fuck, Sir. Ok.

I mean I was being bad, I feel worse now knowing that I can't even share pictures for you, though admittedly I wasn't remotely concerned with how I looked in that moment. His pants were still on, but I had his cock and balls completely out of his pants, my tits were still out and he was playing with one my nipples with one hand and gripping a handful of my hair with the other.

He was talking softly the whole time, good girls and how pretty I looked with my cock in his mouth and how good my mouth felt, but I could tell I was getting him close fast, and as I mentioned I wasn't for slowing down. He asked where I wanted his cum and I'm such a bad girl, Sir, I thought to myself, ''inside me, anywhere inside me.''

Ok. Holding still, Sir. Aahhhhhhh. Fuck fuck fuck. Oh fuck, that hurts so much. Thank you, Sir. Fuck. Thank you, Sir. Fuck. I know, Sir. I just need... ok... no! I'll keep going, but I didn't count. Five. Five needles. Four in my breast, and one in my labia.

But when he was about to cum, I changed my mind and pulled him out of my mouth and he came all over my tits. Fuck that one still really hurts. After he came, things sort of calmed down and focused a bit, and asked him to take another picture because I of course wanted to confess everything and at least let you see what I had done. He took a few, my tits look great, but see my face looking remorseful?

Another?! I was being too flippant, I'm sorry, Sir! Ahhoucchh! FUCK. Damn it, fuck. Six. Fuck. Six. Two labia. Fuck. At least you picked the same side? Fuck I could still feel the first one, now it feels like my pussy is on fire.

And then before I could clean up he... fuck ouch fuck... he asked if he could take a picture with his phone of just my tits and I let him do that, just my tits, no face, no tattoos. And then I cleaned up and he told me I was amazing and hoped I didn't get into any trouble and also there was some more kissing and fondling and as I was about to leave and come confess, he said, "I really hope I passed the audition. Can't wait to see the kind of crazy shit you'd do ''in front'' of your husband."

I left. And came straight home to confess everything. Though I should mention he messaged me from the van. And full disclosure, he went and made a profile on Fet, friended me, and has my tits with cum all over them as his profile picture. So, there's that... So how much more trouble am I in, Sir? My pussy is on fire, but it's waiting to be taken and used and owned by you, Sir, should you want it. Though I think you'd want the needles out first.

What do you mean it wouldn't be right? Taking ''your'' pussy wouldn't be right, Sir? After Jake was the one who made it so wet, you mean? Sir, but that was partly me getting wet thinking of pleasing you, Sir! What does that mean, "He made it, he should get to use it?" Wait, call him? Like now? Send him a picture instead, saying what? Sir wants to know if you will come play with this? I can't write that. No! Six is good! I can write that. Really, Sir? You really want me to send this? He'll say yes and you can't put needles in him, Sir. Ok. Sending it. What now? Does this mean you've forgiven me, Sir??