Miss Carlyle Gets A Puppy

My husband and I drifted apart long before we got divorced. I know, that is no revelation. It's how divorce usually works. Neither of us harbored animosity towards the other. It was just over. We are career professionals so there were no kids to fight over. It was just time to call it what it was.

It's been a year since I've had sex and a little over 6 months since the divorce. I've been afraid of falling into another relationship and I just don't want a fat belly with a hairy cock in my face expecting enthusiastic head. Why don't men wash their assholes? They are so gross...I do miss having one though.

I was getting frustrated thinking about it. On one hand I wanted a cock twitching and spurting as my man found it almost impossible to control himself around me. On the other, men were gross and I wanted a man to listen and clean himself up and really just do as he's told because it's best for him. Time alone and, well, thinking about it as my marriage was ending, offered me plenty of self reflection for what I wanted. What I wanted was power and control over a man. A relationship that I was the architect of.

What was I going to do about it? Well I had to find a man I could basically own. How was I going to accomplish this? I needed to figure out where and how I could find such a man. And also one that I wanted.

First, I didn't need a man for money because I had a seven figure income and a healthy eight figures stashed away. I needed a man that was poor. That way he would need me to live and just be more inclined to be the person I wanted him to be.

Second, I was a healthy six foot 2 with very normal proportions and in good, strong shape physically. I didn't go to a gym but I ate appropriate meal portions and attended ju-jitsu three nights a week for a few years now. Physically I was confident. So I needed a small man that I was both taller and heavier than, add in my combat skills and I should be good. If things ever went sideways I wanted to know that I had a good chance of choking out a predator.

Sure, some of you are scoffing at the notion of woman beating a man when it's most important to accomplish such a feat. I think that with a 40 to 50 pound advantage and 3 nights a week of rolling that this Amazonian is just fine.

When I added up my Mr. Right equation I got: unemployed, diminutive, and easy to control. It makes me feel a bit like I'm looking for a loser but that's not true. I don't even want a fixer-upper because I don't want to fix the problems that I am purposely looking for.

It dawned on me eventually: my Mr. Right is a broken man and probably homeless. And that was how I started the habit of cruising around the homeless areas and driving by the parks they frequent. Before long I began to recognize the homeless people that I saw. That lead to me walking through the parks or around the blocks where they were camped.

This went on far too long and I decided I needed some help. There was a particularly tall, old slim black man with a ton of gray hair on his head and face that seemed to have the respect of everyone. I came up with a plan to hire him to help me.

He was crashed out on a park bench when I walked up. His hand and wrist were draped across his eyes to shield them from the afternoon sun that filtered through the gently waving leaves on the trees over head. I walked up to his face and completely blocked that sunlight. He blinked a few times, moved his hand from blocking his view and regarded me for a moment.

"Pretty white lady. Educated. Wealthy. You come to give Old Mo some money," he asked with a smile that was a few teeth short and slightly vicious. Not in the overt way but in the kids movie way where the shark smiles and you can't help but realize all they are doing is really showing you their teeth.

"Yes," I answered right away. "I need your help finding someone."

"What's their name, Lady," Old Mo grumbled as he slowly sat up. He gathered his blanket pillow onto his lap and offered for me to sit on his bench. I remained standing.

"I haven't met them yet," I answered smoothly.

Old Mo nodded. "I see. You want me to find a type of person and not ask too many questions. I have seen you around for a while now, White Lady. You are stalking. That sort of activity is expensive. Trafficking people is dangerous. Not something Pretty White Lady should be doing."

"Pphhhut! I'm not trafficking anyone! But ya I don't want questions so I figured $2500 up front and another $2500 when you find him. I will give you a one year prepaid smart phone to have as well so you can call me."

Old Mo reached into a dirty pocket and pulled out last year's iPhone and held it up. "They gave us these to track us so the aliens would know where to find us."

I looked at him and the blood drained from me. I guess I knew why this guy was homeless he was a little crazy.

"Damn, Pretty White Lady, I'm just fuckin whit you."

I exhaled, "Good."

"The aliens always know where I am cuz everyone need my help. Now, tell me what you are looking for," Old Mo asked me and waited for an answer. He had very much sized me up and formed an opinion on me. I had the certainty that this man didn't miss much.

I pulled out a manilla envelope and held it in my lap as I thought about what I was about to do. Was any of this wrong? Illegal? No, I think I was safe on a conscience level.

I made eye contact with Old Mo. "I am looking for a white male, early twenties probably. He must be short, like barely over five foot. He has to be just bone and muscle, no fat. And nobody sickly or abused." He stared at me for a moment and I elaborated. "The man I am looking for might get taken advantage of in the wrong camp."

"Mmmhmm. White Lady wants to make sure that advantage gets taken on her terms Your looking for a little white puppy then? Old Mo can find you one. 5k now and 5k if you choose to be his forever home. That's a 10k adoption and rehoming fee, White Lady."

My eyes were wide as Old Mo just fucking nailed it. Holy shit he was right. I wanted a puppy. I wanted a pet man. I'm not gonna lie, I kind of low-key loved Old Mo right then as he understood me. "Deal." I handed him the small envelope. It was full of iTunes money he could add to his phone to pay for whatever he wanted. Then I told him my phone number and watched him enter it under White Lady. "I will be by tomorrow with another $2500."

"Don't bother, White Lady. I don't want you fucking up my reputation. Venmo me at OlddMo at Gmail dot com but make sure you use two "d's". I'll take that envelope too." He grabbed the envelope with a speed that defied the age of the man I was talking to and started to lie down. His feet nearly pushed me off the bench so I stood up. I stared at him for a moment as I stood there but Old Moe didn't acknowledge me again so I walked away.

"Did I just lose $2500? Would I make it ten grand tomorrow? Yes. I would. It was worth it to me. I was done settling for life on the terms of what other people decided a life should be. I wanted my own.

I thought about sending Mo the money right away but I didn't want to seem desperate. I guess I didn't think that buying a homeless person was a desperate move. Let's face It, I was tired of not getting what I wanted in my personal life. I got everything I wanted iny professional life. I just wanted things to come full circle.

I found myselfstaring at my phone, willing it to ring. It often did but it was never Old Mo. Of course, I had paid him the $5k total upfront. A couple months went by before I finally got a text from him.

Puppy found. The Orc will load you.

I wasn't sure what the fuck that meant but this wasn't really my world. There were orcs in the Lord of the Ring movies. I didn't know what to make of crazy Old Mo. I just got in my pink Escalade and rolled down the curving driveway and out of my gated community.

My ex got all the cars, toys and boats. I kept the house. All of our stuff was paid for so it was a fairly even trade dollar wise but of course the house would increase in value while all the machines he got would not. He got all the cars, even mine. I'd always wanted a pink Cadillac so buying a new car was fine by me.

I lived in a gated community on the mountainside overlooking Las Vegas. My ex moved into a swanky penthouse down on The Strip. When I divorced, the house was valued at $10M. It was a sprawling, single story estate with beautiful landscaping and a lush resort-like saline pool and hot tub with an extensive outdoor kitchen. We had a calisthenic, body weight "ninja gym" that never got used because my husband wanted to get fat instead. We had a sauna, cryobath, sensory deprivation chamber, you name it we had all the yuppy stuff. Five bedrooms including three master suites and no kids we had to put something in all the rooms.

This magnificent house had just me in it. Suddenly, traffic got stupid, of course it couldn't possibly be all the California drivers here. It did snap me back to the present as I suddenly had to stop. Luckily my pink Caddy helped keep me safe. That was good because I watched out for her too. I made sure to put a large blanket across my back seat because I knew I would soon have a dirty man back there. Wow. Was I getting a man soon?

I drove to the park where I hired Old Mo. I could see him on his bench laying down. Business as usual. I pulled up to the curb and waited. Soon there was a Thump! on the back side of my pink Caddy and I unlocked my doors. Someone opened the back door. A huge hairy man stood there. His stench instantly flowed into my ride and my gag reflex caught in my throat. He had long matted hair and it seemed to come out of every office I could see: his ears, eyes mouth, nose, it even curled out from his dirty shirt color. His face looked like he was simple minded. He guided a small man into my back seat and closed the door. Thump! Thump! I drove away.

I pulled away from the curb and put the front windows all the way down. I had a stinky man in my back seat. The Nevada heat was rolling in through the windows making it hot in my pink truck. It was fine, I'd rather breathe.

I adjusted my rearview mirror to see what the little man in the back seat looked like. He had hair that needed to be cut or burned off, I wasn't sure which. His clothes needed to be burned. I had an idea and pulled off the boulevard I was driving on. I drove into a Smith's grocery parking lot and went around back of the store.

I pulled up next to the dumpster and put his window down. "All of your nasty clothes go in that dumpster now." I could see eyes through the snarled mess of hair looking at me in the mirror. He didn't move though.

"Why are you in my car," I asked. "What were you told?"

He had a deep voice and completely unexpected for a small man. In fact if you just heard his voice you would think he was six and a half feet tall. "I was told I would have a new life that would probably be good. I just needed to do what I was told." he said it really quiet but I could hear his bass as he spoke softly.

I pushed a button and his door unlocked with a Thunk! "You have a choice then, don't you. I want your stinky clothes gone. I have standards and you will learn to follow them." I continued to look at him and he got nervous meeting my gaze, looking down.

"Yes, Ma'am." He said as he began undressing.

"You will call me Miss." I corrected him. "Every time I give you an instruction you will say Yes Miss."

"Yes, Miss." His clothes were landing in the dumpster one by one. When he held still I knew he was done and I put up his window and locked his door. I pulled away from the dumpster and soon left the store behind.

"At any time, you can leave. The doors to the house are not locked because my neighborhood is patrolled by armed security. All you have to do is walk out." We were pulling up to my community gate and the small man saw exactly what I was talking about.

I opened my window all the way and the security guard focussed on me with a smile. "Good afternoon, Miss. Carlyle."

"Hello, Jordan," I answered.

"Are you all good here, Miss Carlyle?" I could not see that he noticed the naked man in my back seat but his question told me that he was absolutely aware of my truck occupant.

"Yes, Jordan. It's a wonderful day, isn't it?"

"It certainly is, Miss Carlyle. You keep having a wonderful day." He stepped back as the gate opened. Community security always asked about the weather. If a resident mentioned poor weather or potential for a dust or other storm, it was a silent alarm statement for them to act on. I called it a wonderful day to assure him I was good.

We drove through and climbed up the well landscaped boulevard past several very large and expensive estates. I pulled into my driveway that curled up through the landscaping, around a cascading water feature, to the house. We were quite hidden from any neighbors or the main street. I unlocked all the doors and walked around to my new puppy's side.

Weird when I thought about it. What was I going to call him? I watched his door open. A small foot, maybe a men's size 8 came out followed by a similarly sized leg. He must have about a 8% body fat or maybe a dangerous 6% because I could literally see his muscle fibers move when he did.

He was all muscle, bone and dick. Not that he was well endowed, but he certainly had a marvelous tiny little hard body. His feet hit the ground and he started to dance, the ground was desert sun baked and he had nothing on his feet. His dick bounced and flopped as he jumped from one foot to the other. Really, his small size did a real good job of making his dick look good. The contrast did wonders.

"Run around that way to get to the pool and jump in. You stink. I want you to jump into the pool and then swim back to the edge and climb out. Repeat it twenty nine times. Go!"

He sprinted away and around the house. I grinned as his dick flopped and his muscle fibers twitched. He forgot to say 'Yes Miss' I'm sure we would get to some discipline in his near future.

I went into the house and grabbed some supplies and then went to the pool. My guest was sitting on the edge of the pool when I walked out and he stood up and looked at me. I motioned him closer. "For now I will use clippers on your stinky hair to get rid of it. Put your head over that trash can." I follow him to it, removed the lid and then took the clippers through his hair with a half inch comb so he didn't look too buzzed.

He looked up at me. He was cute. Nice, strong jawline and as he gave a small smile dimples popped slightly and he reminded me of a crush from my childhood: Christian Slater. His chest was hairless and tight flesh with well formed nipples that were quite erect. My eyes combed down him. This boy had a ten pack he had so much tiny muscle for me to look at. His obliques were evident as well. This boy was all tiny corded muscle and bone.

I looked down at his cock and as I did his hand moved to obstruct my view and I slapped it hard. "Don't you ever hide yourself from me," I scolded him. "You are in my house and you are serving at my pleasure. Is that clear? Our secrets are one way and you have none from me."

There was silence. "Is that clear," I repeated.

"Yes, Miss."

"Good. There is a shower on the outside wall of the pool house just across there. Take this soap and completely wash yourself. Fill this basin with clean water too and bring it back with you. I handed him a bar of soap that I liked from Whole Foods when I was in there a month ago.

I was in a rough state at that time, and wanted a manly smell. The soaps in the store lured me in and I ended up buying a vanilla, rum and tobacco scented soap that had rich swirling browns and cream colors. I watched him wash himself as I laid out some tools. His tightly corded little masculine body was pretty to look at. I was looking forward to making him hairless. A hairless cat poofed into my mind and I smiled.

My outdoor space had ceiling fans all over the place for air movement and there were also misters that I could activate with my phone if I was so inclined.

Once he was done showering and came back over to me I asked him, "What is your name?"

"Adam, Miss. I can be whatever you wish to call me."

"Adam is fine," I replied. " From my point of view, you realize of course, that this is like taking in a stray puppy, right? It's so dirty you don't want it in the house right away. It needs to be cleaned up. Then you do your best to teach it the house rules and you hope they get it right the first time."

Adam smiled at me. The boy was cute. I looked down and his cock was getting nice and hard as he stood before me. "I see that you are a grower, Adam. Come closer." I put out my hand, palm up.

Adam came to stand directly in front of me a few inches from my hand. "When I put my hand out like this, you must offer me your testicles to do with as I like."

"Yes, Miss." He moved forward and lifted his leg slightly as he spread them and his scrotum ended up in my palm.

" You have big balls, Adam. I wonder if there is a parallel to your deep voice, even if you are soft spoken with it. You have a nice looking about a 6 inch cock but it's quite thick and it surprises me. How much do you weigh?"

I am just under 120 pounds, Miss. 5 foot 2.".

"I am 6 foot 2 and 165 pounds. What do you think of that," I asked him.

"I have no thoughts on your size, Miss. You are very pretty, Miss."

"Adam. I want you to look into my eyes and think about all the shameful things I am going to make you do. Start touching yourself. When you are close to coming, you will ask for permission by asking, 'Can I finish, Miss?' and then I will tell you how or where to finish."

He looked like a trapped prey animal as he stood there. His balls in my hand. His cock thrusting towards my chin as I was leaned forward. I sat up straight, giving him some room to touch himself. He looked at me tentatively, still unmoving. A drop of precum slowly leaked from the slit in his rock hard, girthy cock and I smiled. His eyes seemed to break a little bit so I nodded my head in affirmation just slightly.

Adam reached down to grasp his shaft. He had average sized hands. I reached forward with my free hand and wrapped it around his. My much larger hand completely enveloped his smaller hand. I started to squeeze his hand as it gripped his cock. His eyes gave me a sympathetic look and he really did look like a puppy.

I have thought of this moment a thousand times and knew exactly what I was going to do to make sure I got what I wanted out of this little man. I squeezed on his balls a little too, just to put some obvious pressure.

"Huh, huh," Adam took in some sharp breaths. He sounded nervous. I squeezed harder with my hand around his hand as it gripped his cock. His knuckles cracked. I squeezed his balls a little bit more and he said, "Mmmmmhmmmmm. Mmhhhmmmm," as he whimpered very quietly.

"Who owns this cock, Adam?"

"You do, Miss. I'm sorry I didn't move faster. Please forgive me, Miss." Adam looked down and I felt that he was genuinely disappointed in himself.

I stopped crushing his hand and squeezing his balls and when the pressure came off his genitals, more precum leaked from his cock. His dick had to be painfully hard. I put my index finger to the head of his cock and dabbed his precum. I held that glistening finger out to Adam.

"Taste it," I said. He didn't move immediately so I tightened my grip on his balls.

"Aaah. Aaah," he gasped and leaned forward. He didn't really keep his mouth open so I touched my finger to his closed lips lightly and smeared my finger across his lips. He had full, small lips and I painted them with his lip gloss.

"You have pretty lips. Hold still." Adam froze. I touched his cockhead again withy finger and brought it up to his lips, making sure I got a nice glossy coat on them. "So pretty. Stick out your tongue, Puppy." He put out his tongue and I smeared the rest of what was on my finger around on his taste buds. I kept my finger there for a while, rubbing his taste buds as his tongue stuck out through his glossy lips. When I was sure he had savored his own taste enough I said, "put your tongue back in your mouth but do not lick your lips."