Master's Pretty Little Pet

Note: Woo, part 3! I know I've said this multiple times already, but I'm going to say it again! Thank you to everyone who provided feedback on my first two posts. Your constructive criticism is invaluable to an aspiring newbie like me. I hope you enjoy :)

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We were standing in our bedroom, tangled in a tight embrace, sharing one of the most intimate moments we had experienced as a couple in the afterglow of our previous lovemaking.

"Let's get cleaned up," His soft, soothing voice woke me from my dreamy daze.

"Mnh," I groaned, resting the back of my head against his broad shoulder. "Carry me."

My mind and body were at opposition. I wanted to go shower, but my body refused to move. My legs still felt wobbly and unstable.

A sudden pinch to my right butt-cheek made me tense and squirm.

"Would you like another spanking?"

"Ooh," I purred softly, not at all deterred by such an appealing promise.

"Get in the shower you little minx," He replied with a hint of amusement. "I'll join you in a moment."

"Fine," I slipped free from his arms and navigated towards the bathroom that was adjacent to our bedroom.

A quick glance over my shoulder caught him admiring his handiwork on my reddened bottom. I shot him a sultry little smirk before I disappeared inside the open space of our shower.

A gentle flick of a sleek metallic handle brought a jet of warm water from a rectangular shower head protruding from the wall.

I reached up to brush back my disheveled hair, and stepped into the stream, releasing a satisfactory sigh as hot steamy water splashed over me.

Just as I began to lather my body with a creamy vanilla body wash, my master snuck up from behind and wrapped his burly arms around my waist. A certain something prodded against the back of my right thigh as we snuggled, a certain something that was still prominently erect.

"Hi there," A playful smile spread across my lips as I reached my right hand back to squeeze the base of his lengthy penis.

He grunted in approval, and gently rocked his hips forward while his hands began to roam my slippery body, affectionately gliding over my slim stomach, nubile waist and up to my plump breasts.

"How are you so beautiful?" He whispered, his voice deep and husky.

I turned my head to the left and nuzzled against his stubbly neck, hiding the blush that bloomed across my cheeks and the bashful smile that spread across my lips.

I was so easily flattered by his compliments, and yet as much as I loved receiving them I was absolutely terrible at responding to them. Before I could think up a reply, he dipped his head low and kissed the hypersensitive skin just below my right ear. My breath was cut short by a rush of pleasurable tingles in my neck, making me stiffen and squirm involuntarily.

He snickered and blew a cool breath across the nape of my neck, which sent a shiver down my spine and made my skin goosebump.

"Hnnnh, s-stop!" I giggled delightedly, bunching up my shoulders while attempting to wriggle free from his captivating arms.

My attempted evasion was swiftly countered when his fingers dug beneath my underarms and wiggled unforgivably.

I squealed and immediately clamped my arms against my sides and frantically wriggled against his merciless fingers. I was extraordinarily receptive to tickling.

His tickle assault ended rather abruptly, apparently satisfied he had made me endure enough once I was cackling and breathless. He spun me around and pulled me into a tight embrace, trapping me against his warm, emphatic body.

I slung my arms around his neck as our lips sealed together and our tongues intertwined. His lips were so soft I could kiss them for hours.

One of his hands tangled into my hair and kept me close while the other gradually slid down to my posterior. I accentuated the arch of my back and elevated my bottom, eager to feel the firm possessive grip of his large hands.

A once tender lovers embrace quickly transitioned into a lustful frenzy of groping and frenching as our passions and desires flared. We were snogging like it was our last moment together.

And then a sudden realisation hit me.

I broke our kiss and leaned back. "You didn't cum!" I said accusingly.

"Huh?" He blinked, raising his brow and so clearly feigning innocence.

I thumped his chest. "Why didn't you cum!"

He chuckled. "I don't know... I forgot?"

I gave him an incredulous stare.

"I'm teasing."

"You have to cum," I stated matter-of-factly.

"Do I now?"

"Mhm," He had just given me one of the most mind blowing orgasms of my life, so of course I felt the need to reciprocate.

I reached a hand down to his penis and gave it a firm squeeze. It felt so large and warm in my comparably smaller hand. I ran my thumb across its tip, smearing a mixture of shower water and sticky precum across its sensitive glans.

He drew a sharp breath and tensed.

I grinned.

"It's getting bigger," I cooed as his cock began to harden.

"Tends to... Do that, when you... Mnh," His reply fell short as I gently pushed my hand down to his pelvis, which had the fascinating effect of stretching back his foreskin and exposing the tip of his cock.

I couldn't help but snicker as I watched him react to my devious stroking. Determined to elicit more pleasure from him, I gave a cautious twist of my hand and rapidly pumped it from base to tip three times. Each push and pull created a lewd squelching sound.

"That feels... A little too good." He rasped.

My confidence flared. I reached down with my other hand and cupped his balls, gingerly massaging his tightening sack.

I swear his legs almost buckled.

Deciding that was enough teasing, I purposefully sunk to my knees and came face to face with his now firmly erect manhood. It jutted upward at a slight right angle.

I licked my lips and inched closer.

He shivered with anticipation.

I looked up at him with a devilish smile, and closed the proximity between my mouth and his cock. I wrapped my lips around the head of his penis and sucked until the small confines of my mouth compressed around his hardened diameter, and my tongue smothered against its underside.

Having his dick inside my mouth was such a peculiar experience. It was both hard and soft, like a firm spongy rod that twitched whenever I dragged my lips across its hardened length, or licked its tip.

He groaned and pressed both hands against the wall behind him to steady himself.

With his cock secured within my mouth, I delicately swirled my tongue around its bulbous head, eliciting a gasp and shudder from its owner.

Delighted that I had been the cause of such pleasure and eager to bring my master to climax, I began a slow, sensual, synchronised bob, stroking my soft lips across its rigid form while gliding my hands up and down in a clockwise to counter-clockwise rotation.

I couldn't deny the eroticism of pleasuring his cock in such a manner. Especially when it flexed and leaked a small droplet of precum onto my tongue.

"Fuck..." His hips twitched and his body stiffened.

I pulled his cock deep into my mouth until the tip nudged against the entrance to my throat. A flutter of my tongue and a tight squeeze of my hands was all it took to push him over the edge.

His hips jerked forward and almost immediately he began to spasm and erupt.

I coughed and gagged as my gag reflex was triggered, backing up several inches until I was able to resume a coordinated rhythm of bobbing and jerking.

When his orgasm eventually subsided and he slowly began to deflate, I relaxed my jaw and pulled away, letting his penis slip from my mouth with a wet pop.

Several strings of saliva hung from my lips and his glistening shaft. I smirked and wiped away the excess saliva from my mouth with the back of my right hand.

"Was that good?" I purred softly.

"Mmmnnh..." He let out a deep long groan and nodded.

I rose to my feet and pecked his cheek before scooting under the warm stream of water falling from the shower head to finish washing up.

Just as I shut off the water, he caught me in another hug from behind, tightly wrapping his arms around my waist and parking his chin on my shoulder.

"Something else arrived for you today," He murmured.

"Oh? Are you going to tell me what it is this time?"

He chuckled. "No, I don't want to ruin the surprise."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Hmph. Fine," I gave an impassive roll of my eyes.

He pecked my right cheek and patted my bottom. "Get yourself dried up and ready for bed. I'll go get it."

"Yes Master."

He gave my slippery breasts a parting squeeze before stepping out of the shower. He collected a towel before departing and headed into the living room.

I lingered for a short while before I too stepped out, and pulled a white towel from a nearby rack to wrap around my body and another to dry my hair.

Once satisfied, I sauntered over to our shared wardrobe to peruse my nighties, eventually settling on a short cut black and red trimmed negligee. One of my master's favourites.

Eager to enjoy the heavenly comforts of our bed, I sashayed over and sprawled across the plush brown duvet, sighing happily as I sunk into the divine bedding.

A short while later my master returned with my mysterious package. In his left hand he held a silver choker, and in his right he held a collar.

My eyes widened with delight and I propped myself up by my elbows.

"They finally arrived!"

"Mhm. Do you like them?" He held both up for inspection as he came to stand by my side of the bed.

Both my master and I had these collars custom made by a local kinkster several weeks ago. We had spent considerable time picking out the right designs.

The first collar was made of sleek black leather with a trim of dark purple fabric and violet leather lining on the inside. A small metal ring was attached to the front of the collar, with a small rectangular tag bearing an elegant inscription that read 'Owned by Daniel' on one side and 'Pet Georgina' on the other.

The second collar was significantly different. To a vanilla eye it would look like an ordinary choker with purple links interwoven through the small silver chain. What distinguished it was the infinity symbol connecting the choker together. This was my day collar.

"They're perfect," I chirped, lifting my chin as he reached down to fit the less discrete collar around my neck, adjusting its buckle until it was comfortable and secure around my neck.

"How does it look?" I asked, glowing with excitement.

He grabbed the tag and pulled me into a deep loving kiss.

"It's perfect. Just like you."

His words made my cheeks blush a bright crimson and my heart melt.

This was a moment we had both longed for, even craved, for quite some time.

"Now you're officially my pet," He whispered while grazing his lips over my own. A teasing caress that made me yearn for more.

I caught his bottom lip between my teeth and gently nibbled.

My arms were suddenly pinned above my head to the bed as he came to lay on top of me. Apparently prepared for bondage at any moment, he subtly looped a pair of handcuffs around one of the thin black metal poles supporting the headboard, and secured them to my wrists, preventing me from lowering my arms.

Even such a simple restraint created such a blissful sensation of hopelessness, a vulnerability that induced a rush of adrenaline and an undeniable warmth between my thighs.

He was quick to exploit my predicament by brushing his lips across the side of my neck and down to my sternum. Just the slightest tickle against my skin was enough to make me gasp and squirm in delight.

His gradual descent continued with a series of kisses across my breasts and stomach, until he reached the crest of my mons.

By this point I was a flustered mess. He was utterly meticulous with his teasing, ensuring that every ticklish part of my body had been treated to a tantalising suckle or a tormenting lick.

When his lips travelled down between my legs, both of his hands hooked beneath my thighs and forced them apart.

My breath became shallow and I pulled against the cuffs when he delved deeper and drew a long languid lick across the outer regions of my vagina.

"Master... Please..." I begged, no longer possessing the capacity for self-restraint.

Obliging my pleas, he delicately stroked his tongue over my labia and navigated towards my clitoris, trapping it with a gentle suckle. The dexterous tip of his tongue rapidly fluttered over my hypersensitive hood, expertly stroking my sex and sending a surge of pleasure through my body.

The attentive suction of his lips and the gentle caresses from his tongue refused to yield until I quivered and shook with orgasm. I slumped into the mattress and emitted a blissful sigh, fading into another euphoric haze.

The cuffs immobilising my wrists were graciously released. He gently turned me onto my stomach, popped open the lid to a small bottle, and poured a cool liquid across my legs. His intentions became clear when I felt his hands slide across my calves, smearing my skin with what felt like massage oil.

"Mnph," I huffed and groaned.

His hands began to spoil my legs with a tender massage, beginning at my ankles and finishing at my upper thighs. It's as if knew exactly where to press, expertly unwinding all the tension that accumulated within my legs.

His magical fingers soon found their next target, and slid up to the soft curves of my bottom. His thumbs pressed into the pliable overlap of my butt, while his palms and fingers clamped down on my butt-cheeks, repeatedly squishing and stretching them apart.

I never wanted this to end. His hands felt absolutely divine.

Eventually his they departed from my ass and wandered to my lower back. His palms pressed down and worked in tandem, moving in a circular motion.

The negligee consequently bunched up around my lower back, leaving my behind naked for his view. Not that it spared much modesty before, or that I cared.

I released a pleasurable sigh when his hands slipped beneath my nightie and delicately explored the soft contours of my upper back, leaving not an inch untouched. His thumbs travelled across my spine and up to my neck, before sliding out along my shoulders, firmly working free every uncomfortable knot.

The tauter parts of my back had completely relaxed, making me feel incredibly subdued and drowsy.

When he finished, he wiped me down with a damp warm washcloth and patted my skin dry.

Then he snuggled in beside me, pulling the sheets up over our bodies and cocooning me in his arms. Slowly we began the descent into a much needed slumber.

I have never felt more content.