Chapter 2: Awakenings
Mistress fidgeted for her time alone with her pet, often urging her husband off to work with sweet kisses and words. Each morning, as she lay in bed, she listened to him punishing her little pet often negatively critiquing his domination methods in her mind. He was very harsh with the little one, even when she had served no disobedience, and many mornings he left her for work tear-stained and quivering on her knees. As these thoughts raced through her mind, the only thing that calmed her rising jealousy was knowing whom the pet truly served. She would smile softly as she stood unnoticed by him in the doorway watching the two of them, their little pet intentionally disobeying her Master because she wanted nothing more than to please her Mistress.
The woman felt as though she we're hiding a dark secret from her husband because pride would not allow her to tell him of her fondness for their slave. In the increasingly rare moments that the couple made love, it was short and disjointed, her mind often wandering to her pet who usually sat perched at the end of the bed, fighting to hide the aching jealousy in her gaze. Both women battled the increasingly nagging understanding that someday, Master was going to find out about their little games.
That morning they had followed the usual routine, he arose early and unhooked the pet from her chain, taking her into the spare room where he forced his cock into her mouth. She whimpered and cried as he ceaselessly began fucking her pouty lips, his cum quickly filling her throat as his hands pushed her hard, forcing her to bury her face into his pubic hairs. Then she was to bathe and clean him thoroughly before dressing him for work. She was lead back to her position in the bedroom, golden chain latched high to the peg above her, closing her eyes as her Master and Mistress left the room, listening hard for the door to close behind him and her Mistress's soft footsteps down the hall to greet her pet.
The little pet looked up eagerly as her Mistress entered the room, but her excitement quickly morphed into worry as she spied the troubled look in her Mistress's eyes. Something dark had stood between the two women over the last couple of days, but she never dared ask such questions without her Mistress's consent. In her submissive mind she wondered if she was failing to please her Mistress, but women's intuition whispered the truth of her Mistress's jealousy. Mistress's voice was slightly cold as she spoke to her pet, watching her with a scrutinizing gaze,
"Who do you serve, little one?"
"You, only you my Mistress."
Mistress's gaze did not falter as she walked to the girl and unhooked her chain from the peg, leading her to sit on the bed. Mistress crawled into bed, removing her own clothes, and urged the girl under the blankets with her, pulling her warm body next to hers. She couldn't help but tenderly cradle her pet, who softly pressed her face into her breasts, as both closed their eyes losing themselves in the relaxation which licked at both of them. They slept for hours, each lavishing in the scent and feel of the other as they lay still in one another's arms.
It was the little pet who arose first, large sleepy eyes batting at the muted sunlight of the afternoon. Looking to her Mistress she smiled softly and again buried her face into her breasts, her lips now searching for her warm nipples. Her finger tips traced up her inner thighs, careful not to dare touch her Mistress's sex without permission. Slowly waking from a sensual dream, Mistress's eyes opened and she smiled, relishing in the familiar touches of her pet. Her nipples were hard and sensitive as her pet suckled them, softly grazing her teeth over them. Mistress rolled over, pinning her pet on her back and smiled softly down at her as she parted her thighs and slid her finger over her wet sex, brushing her throbbing clit with her fingernail. She pushed the blankets off the two of them and came to rest between her pet's legs, mounting her as a man would a woman. Her pet's thighs were made to part wide, Mistress spreading her legs slightly, both women shivering as the Mistress thrust her engorged clit into her pet's. Mistress began to fuck her pet, as only a woman knew how, delighting in the girls moans and hips which rose to meet her. She took her pet's wrists in her hands and pinned them above her head, her hard thrusts causing her little one's pert breasts to bounce. Both women we're dripping with pleasure, Mistress closing her eyes and losing herself for a moment in the ecstasy of it all.
Suddenly Mistress felt her little pet go rigid beneath her, a moan catching in her throat. She smiled softly down at her pet and was startled to find a horrified look on her soft little face. She froze as she was suddenly aware of another standing in the room with them. Mistress looked over to the clock on the nightstand, 5:15 p.m., it was her husband. She looked over to him standing in the doorway with an odd look on his face, arms crossed at his chest. No one spoke for what seemed an eternity, but something made her stay perched above her pet, protecting her, claiming her.
"Well Darling," he smirked "I see you've become acquainted with my little sex toy."
