My New Pets

It felt like the worst day ever, as I left the office and wound my way on to 6th Ave west out of downtown Denver. My boss had informed me, that I would be getting a partner to work with, starting tomorrow. I have always been a solo act. I trouble shot marketing issues with a whole variety of companies from clothing to wind turbines. I was a leader in the field and resented the idea that my superiors felt I needed help.

As my irritation grew, I drew nearer to my home, a high-rise condo. My success had afforded me a penthouse view of the Rockies, with a private roof top garden and Jacuzzi. As I neared the door, my bladder was screaming for release. As the door swung open, my pet, Nancy was just inside. She was presenting herself, as she always did, naked, with only a dog collar around her neck. Her eyes were downcast, her hands interlaced behind her neck, and her knees spread, as she knelt before me.

My frustration was bubbling over and I felt the need to take it out on her. I ordered her to open my fly and take my cock in her mouth, but to not suck on it. She quickly obeyed and her warm mouth engulfed my cock. With hands on my hips I let the piss flow, Nancy started to gag and pull away. I had never pissed on my pet before and a savage urge to do so came over me like a fog. I roughly grabbed her head and held it in place and ordered her to swallow every drop. She struggled to obey but continued to retch. She continued to struggle against me, which infuriated me more.

I reached for the riding crop hung on a hook near the door and pulled away from her holding my piss for the moment. She had instinctively resumed the presentation position with her hands behind her neck. Her waist length blond hair fell in a tangled mess about her shoulders and face. Her very perky 34b's rose and fell, quivering with each stifled sob. I swung the crop with unusual strength, landing hard across her tits at the edge of her areolas. A red stripe sprung up from her tit flesh. I ordered her to stand and swung again, landing across her shaved mons. I landed three more blows across her tight, perfectly rounded ass striping it nicely with blood-tinged welts. I shoved her again to her knees and ordered her to open her mouth and beg for my piss and beg to be used as a toilet. She complied between sobs and waited with open mouth. I let my pent up piss flow once more and directed the flow over her face, tits, and into her mouth. When my flow slowed to a stop, I ordered her so suck ever drop from my cock and to suck until I came. A hard on sprang immediately from my groin and demanded satisfaction. Her velvety mouth sucked half heartedly, she continued to sob and choke. I again grabbed her head and skull fucked her until, with a violent shudder, I came in her throat. It felt like buckets of cum pumped down her throat, her struggles and sobs fueling my massive release.

Knowing I was finished with her for the moment, Nancy let out a heart-rending sob and she ran to the dressing room of the master suite. Within moments she was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and came to the front room, where I had made myself a drink, and said the words that we had agreed upon two years earlier, "I am free." She walked out the door and didn't look back. Great. Just fucking, great. I had invested two years into her training and six months before that, wooing her. Now, she had left. I pushed too hard and she had uttered the release words that set her free from my control. What a fucking great day. I wasn't going to dwell on the loss of that little slave but decided to throw myself into ruining the new "partner" I was to receive in the morning.

I went to my office and opened my laptop to access my office files. John, my boss, had told me he would forward the dossier on the new hire. I clicked on the file and much to my surprise discovered my partner was a woman. Karla, born in Hawaii, educated at UH with a B.Sc. in business, and a MBA in marketing. The picture included in the file showed a pretty girl with flowing black hair, a warm smile, and piercing green eyes. Looking closely though I noticed tiny lines of stress around those eyes and lips. Intrigued I read the background report a private investigator had written for the company regarding her. This supplied the company with all the details that a resume or interview couldn't legally explore. Family history, sexual preference, extra-curricular activities, etc were included. It also included a number of illegally obtained personal bits of information that had to be obtained through breaking into her apartment and her parent's house. I opened the first of the files labeled family.

I noticed right away a sub-file titled jpegs. Intrigued, I opened that file and nearly jumped out of my seat. The first jpeg that appeared showed a full body shot of Karla naked in a presentation position. My cock sprang to life as I gazed at her firm 36 d tits. Large areolas surrounded half- inch nipples that jutted upward from her grapefruit sized tits. Her pussy was trimmed nicely with a one-inch landing strip of hair leading down a prominent mound. The subtle shapes of a six-pack shaped her stomach and tight, toned muscles rippled in her legs and arms. She wasn't a muscle bound steroid monster, but a perfectly toned babe. Tan lines suggested she sunbathed topless and the white skin of her hips suggested she wore a minimal string bikini. The next jpeg showed her bent over a sawhorse bound at all four corners. An older gentleman was whipping her across her ass with a cat-o-nine tails. Welts were clearly visible. Next, a picture showing four women all in presentation position. On older woman of about 45, Karla, and one other women looking nearly the same age as Karla, perhaps a bit younger. And finally, one teenager, just blossoming, in the first blush of adolescents. All, had welts across their tits and pubic mound. All of them were clearly beautiful. All of them were crying.

I flipped back to the text of the file and began reading. Apparently, Karla's family were members of a very conservative church group where men were clearly in charge and women were considered possessions. Karla's step father ruled over his wife and three daughters with an iron fist, not allowing them to see others outside the church socially and his daughters were not allowed to date at all. He allowed his oldest daughter Karla to be educated in order to tap her as a resource for his own business. But abruptly at age 49 he died of a sudden massive coronary. The women were all freed from his domination, but had to suddenly fend for themselves. Karla, being the oldest and only educated daughter, had posted her credentials online and been hired by my firm. Her mother and sisters were entirely dependant on her for their support. Thoughts began to percolate through my brain as to how I could use this information. My day just got much better.