It had been too long since i'd seen my Pet. Life was complicated, but our energy was always there. We hadn't seen each other, but had been talking frequently, re connecting, and I could sense her slowly giving herself to me again. I was older now, more patient, appreciative of what she offered and more sensitive to what she needed. I vacillated between wanting to make passionate love to her and using her as my cunt slut. I think that's what I loved about her-that I felt all of those things and more. I respected her, but wanted to humiliate her, to hold her up but make her crawl, to give her pleasure and inflict pain.
We arranged to meet in the city. She knew what to wear. Blouse, skirt, no panties. Her cunt was to be smooth from the clit down, but I liked a little stripe on top to remind me she was a woman. Her holes were to be clean, ready for use. I instructed her to insert the butt plug before she left the house. The thought of her sitting on the bumpy train and bouncing on the plug, unable to do anything about it, made me smile. Pet was a squirter, a gusher, and I knew she would be doing everything in her power not to soak the seat in front of other passengers. Her clit would be throbbing and she would ache. She'd get that look on her face, the one of pleasure and anger when I wouldn't let her cum...yet. "Fuck!" she'd yell, with a slight chuckle in her voice. "I need to cum so fucking bad."
I was waiting on the platform when the train arrived. I instructed her to be on the very first car and exit at the very first door. The door opened and she was standing there, face flushed, head down. I could sense her arousal and frustration, Her nipples were erect through her blouse and I could almost smell her wet cunt. "This was going to be fun." I thought to myself.
She stepped out of the train. She was dressed as instructed, high heels, skirt, blouse. Her short cropped hair always "Hello Pet". "Hello Master'" I leaned in to kiss her. I grabbed her hair by the back of her head, pulled it to raise her face to me, my fingers wrapped tightly at the base, and pulled her face to mine. I wanted to be gentle but I couldn't. I pressed my mouth to hers and pushed my tongue inside, feeling hers pushing equally hard back. I didn't care who was looking. I needed this. I reached down and grabbed her ass, feeling between her cheeks. I could feel the end of the plug sticking out, and I gave it a little push as I kissed her. Her body jumped but her mouth didn't leave mine.
"What do you have to say to me Pet"'
"Thank you Master, for allowing me to be your cunt. Thank you for allowing me to plug my ass for you. I am yours."
"Good girl. Let's go"
We left the station and headed to the nearby hotel I had reserved. There was a nice restaurant and bar downstairs, and that's where we headed. She had to walk slowly as the plug was still in her ass. A couple times she stopped, and I knew what was happening. So I reached down and pushed it back in her ass. She knew the punishment would be severe if she let it fall out. Besides, she liked walking with a plug in her ass. If nothing else, she was a true cunt slut. She revelled in being a whore, a pervert, a wholly sexual being with few limits and at times an insatiable appetite. We worked so well because we were both this way. Unabashed in our sexuality, not afraid to express ourselves.
I ordered us drinks and some appetizers. I wanted her relaxed, ready to be used. We ate and drank and caught up, talking about work and kids and music and whatever else. I drank several beers, and I saw her watching me. She knew what this meant. I leaned over the table...'are you counting how many beers I'm drinking Pet? Why is that?'
"Please Master, You know why."
"I don't know, tell me."
"You know Master, don't make me say it."
I just stared at her...
"Master, you are going to gift me with your piss."
"Good girl. Does Pet want to taste her Master's piss?"
She flinched, head down. We both knew the answer, but I liked to hear her say it. I loved making her say things.
"Master, please give me your piss. I love to drink you."
"Good girl. You're a real cunt, you know that Pet?"
"Yes Master, I am your cunt. Thank you Sir."
"What else are you?"
"I'm your whore, sir, your dirty whore."
"Good girl."
It was time to go upstairs. I held her hand as we walked to the elevator, knowing her slut cunt was throbbing and she was squeezing the plug to hold it in.
We arrived at our floor. As we exited the elevator, i ordered her "knees."
She looked confused.
"Knees I said."
"But Master, someone might come out."
"Exactly" I replied.
She knew she had no choice. She knelt, there in the hallway of this fancy hotel.
"Stay where you are" I said and walked down the hall, to the door of our room. It was quite a ways, done by me on purpose when I checked in.
"Now crawl to me Pet."
The look on her face said it all. Horror, excitement, disbelief. But I knew she would
And she did. Crawling on all fours down that hallway, struggling to keep the plug in, to maintain some form of composure. I knew her cunt was dripping now, clit aching. She was, at the end of day, a vessel for my pleasure, and I would use her as I saw fit.
She arrived at our door, Just then the elevator opened and a couple got out. They looked our way, probably trying to figure out what was going on, seeing me standing there and a woman on all fours. I opened our door and told her to crawl in.
"Present yourself cunt." And she immediately faced away from me, head down, ass up high. She knew to pull her skirt up to ensure I had full visual of her holes.
Smack! My hand on her ass, once, twice, three times. One more to make it even. I loved watching it turn red.
