This story is a continuation of One Little World Ch5, in case you couldn't guess, so I would suggest reading that first. You probably could just read this one but it wouldn't make as much sense.
It is 100% a work of fiction springing from my own imagination. Any resemblance to real events or people (be they living, dead or major semantic problem) is no more than a startling coincidence.
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"Hello . . ."
It was Tom.
"Dude?"
Shanon had left in the morning to take care of a heavy work load.
"James, where are you?"
James stared at the glass in his hand, "On the porch, Tom."
He stuck his head out onto the porch.
"Well . . . now we just have to wait for the horsemen."
"The horsemen are purely symbolic," quipped James.
"I suppose you're trying to comfort me by showing that you're still incredibly anal."
"Yeah . . . you know Tom, you always said a pet would be good for me."
Tom cracked a smile, "I meant like a puppy or something, man."
James's face remained somber, "Does it bother you?"
"You and Shanon? A little. But it seems like you both have plenty of fun. Why would I care about your sex life?"
They sat in silence for a while. A jogger waved at them.
James tensed, "What do I do?"
"You wave back, James."
"What if she's waving at you and not me?"
"Who cares?"
James raised his hand with a smile and waved at the woman.
"Was that really so hard, man?"
"Yes," he looked at the glass again and frowned.
"James?"
"Wuh? Yeah?"
"You're a completely different person when Shanon is around."
"I know."
"You were a completely different person just now."
"Yeah."
"And you were a completely different person when you first met me."
"I know."
"Who are you really?"
James considered the question. He stood up and walked to the railing. He turned his glass, letting the water and ice fall to the ground. He took the glass with him as he walked inside.
"Hey!" Tom turned to look after him. "Dude, what the hell does that mean?"
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"Hello, pet." James stood on the porch smiling as Shanon stepped out of the car and rushed up the steps.
"Hello, sir."
"You're going to get an education today, pet." James grinned like the devil.
Shanon nodded. She could feel herself warming from gaze alone, her nipples pressed against her shirt. He placed a hand on her chest and bent down to look into her eyes. Shanon felt as though he could see her soul and she knew he could feel her heart racing.
"Time to get started."
She nodded and waited for him to release her from his eyes. James didn't blink for nearly a minute. When he did, he moved his hand away and Shanon nearly collapsed.
"Into the living room."
Shanon moved silently to the living room and stood in place. James left her there for a while before walking in.
"Tut, tut, tut. You seem to be over dressed, pet."
He took a long time removing her clothing, piece by piece. Gentle motions guided her arms and legs where James wanted them to be from moment to moment. Shanon felt totally helpless. James loved it, she trusted him enough not to resist in the slightest. He posed her in accordance with whatever frivolous whims took him from moment to moment.
James took a long time to undress her. When he was done James placed her in the middle of the room with her legs spread and her hands behind her head. Her breasts pushed out as if putting them on display. Shanon could feel her body dripping with excitement.
James left her in place while he pretended to inspect her. Finally he held up Shanon's tail inches from her face, "Want this?"
She nodded desperately, ready to do nearly anything to get her tail.
"What do you think will get me to let you have your tail? You do have permission to guess what I would like for the moment."
Shanon dropped to her knees and yipped.
"But you get off on that, pet." he swung the tail over Shanon's head watching her eyes follow it, "There must be something . . ."
Shanon leapt at him, unzipping his pants in a frenzy. She swallowed his manhood in one smooth motion.
"No gag reflex. What has my puppy been doing with her free time?" teased James. Shanon's cheeks burned with embarrassment.
Shanon put into effect everything she knew from past boyfriends, advice from 'adventurous' girls and stories she had read online.
Despite his best efforts, James' resolve to hold out fell apart in almost no time at all. When he finally came Shanon swallowed everything, no mistakes were going to stop her from getting that tail.
"Good work, pet. I suppose I'll keep my end of the bargin. Hands and knees."
The plug slid in smoothly and Shanon breathed out a heavy breath. With her tail in place she was his again.
"Now let's see. What should I teach you? More importantly, how should I teach you?"
Shanon whimpered.
"How about flowers? That should be suitably amusing."
Shanon cocked her head in curiosity.
"Stay."
James walked out. A minute later he returned with a large book and a flower.
"Do you remember what this is, pet?"
She remembered the flower well, "Yes, sir. It's a heli . . heli . . ."
James patted her head, "Don't hurt yourself, pet. It's a heliotrope."
He took the hair tie out and wove the flower carefully into Shanon's hair before replacing it.
"I'm going to ask you some questions, you may speak to answer them. If you give the right answer you get pleasure," he ran a finger up her slit, "But if you give the wrong answer . . ."
Shanon shied away at the thought of what he might mean by the unfinished sentence.
"I told you to stay. One thing before we begin, pet, you know as a rule I prefer not to cause pain. Correct?"
Shanon nodded.
"Still nothing is without its uses," James mused staring at the ceiling. When he returned his gaze to Shanon his eyes were sparkling and he had a devious smile on his face.
Shanon felt herself flush with fear.