Arriving shortly at his apartment he moves to the door unlocking it. Opening the door he moves in out of the heat walking to the refrigerator he opens it pulling out a cool soda. Popping the top on it as he walks to the table he sits down sipping the drink. He thinks about the choices he has given his new toy. Rising once more he moves to the shower swiftly he washes himself. Stepping out he dries his body then slips into a pair of blue shorts and a blue tank top wanting freedom for this evening. Thinking back on her actions he smiles growling at the pleasure of the thought as he moves back into the main room. Lifting the remote he flips on the television listening to the news as he waits.
After an hour of this he hears a soft knock on his front door. He does not move but calls out to whoever is there. "Enter," his tone is cool and relaxed he is almost sure who it will be. She is on time but he wonders how she has faired over the last few months without his visits. When the door slips open his eyes see what he expected. A beautiful woman comes into the room smiling almost shyly to him. He waits comfortably as the door is shut behind the newcomer then as she locks it. His eyes do not leave the creature before him as he watches seeing all she is.
Her blonde curls and bronze skin all he remembers from when he trained her. He sees she is wearing a simple sun dress common in this part of California. Still by the door she lifts the dress in one move drawing it off her body. His eyes drink her in as she holds the dress in a small bundle to the side. He sees her begin to kneel down for him her eyes only looking to his when she first came in. Now they look to the floor before her in difference of this Man her Master from so long ago.
"Stay on your feet little dasha," his words are cool and calm as he is when training. He raises from the chair his drink forgotten there as he walks to her side. Reaching out he takes her dress freeing her hand.
"Yes Master," she shivers a little as he takes the dress he notices her voice goes softer. "Dasha has missed Master but is well kept." He smiles at those words as he slowly begins to circle her. His eyes take her in devouring every little detail just as he did when he trained her.
His eyes look her over carefully even critically until he is happy with her. His hand travels over her skin, their bronze on bronze skin melting together as he strokes over her long graceful legs. As his hand passes over her skin a small trail of goose flesh rises in its wake. He hears her gasp he knows she would love nothing more then to be raped right this moment. He smiles as he takes his time with her tormenting her with teases of what is to come. He knows he has her only for a night or two so he will make the most of the time he has. Stepping back to the side of her he admires the view she presents to him.
Her body is lithe like a sleek curving panther. When she moves even slightly he can see her muscles moving with the grace of a feline. Her breasts are sweet round, firm looking as he remembered them feeling. They are just a bit to larger then what would be called handfuls. Her breasts are deliciously capped with tight rose colored nipples. Both of which are erect just from him gazing on them. Her hips indent in giving her a curving hourglass figure models would die to have. Her ass cheeks are perfect just right to fit in a Mans palm when grasped. Each has just enough give when spanked making her ass wiggle as if begging for more punishment.
He nods content as he feels his cock twitch in his shorts. Moving back to his chair he sits down getting comfortable. Lifting his forgotten soda he sips it slowly then sets it aside. Dropping her dress next to his chair he nods to her. "You may kneel now and greet little dasha." His tone is heavy with desire which he holds in check for the moment. He watches as she whimpers having heard his wanting in his voice. Swiftly she kneels down her back ramrod straight. Her palms touch the floor next to her forcing her to lean forward helplessly. Then gracefully she draws her palms forward until they are in front of her. Lifting her sweet ass off her legs she draws herself up until she is on all fours.
Never making a sound she begins to crawl to where he sits. Her hair loose hangs covering her face hiding it from him. Her breasts hang as she moves towards him they sway enticingly with her movements. Once before him she kneels once again, without looking up she boldly places her cheek to his inner thigh. "Dasha greets Master and hopes she pleases him in every way Master." Her words come out a submissive whisper of hot breath. Her southern accent rolls smoothly off her tongue as she kneels there. Her brown eyes swirl with emotion as she dares to look up into his eyes. Her gaze peaking out thru her curly mass of hair no longer protecting her from his view. Swiftly unable to fight his powerful gaze she looks down her breath comes out in small gasps. It is almost like she had forgotten to breathe when she was caught in his gaze.
He smiles down at her as she catches her breath. Reaching out he slowly strokes her curly hair enjoying the feel of it. Drawing the hair from her face he begins to stroke her cheek softly. "Tonight you will be showing my new pet how well trained you are," He says this softly not worrying about her reaction. "She will be picking the toy you demonstrate for her dasha. Then if you are good I may allow you to return the favor." His tone drips with mischief as he continues to stroke her face. His cock aching to break free it acts as if it knows she is near. She moans so close she can practically taste it wishing she were. He controls himself wanting to save his energy for tonight's festivities. "Dress dasha then go to the car I will be right there." His words come out like an order just as he ment them to.
She grabs the dress from next to his chair swiftly beginning to rise to her feet. Without a sound she covers her sleek form as she was told. Moving from him she teasingly lifts the hem as she bends forward to stretch. This exposes her half shaven slit to his eyes she hears his growl when he notices. Her ass cheeks are almost fully exposed to his eyes. This causes his cock to go rock solid in a single heartbeat. As she bends in place he leans out his hand striking with the speed of a serpent. A single sharp smack drifts thru the air followed by her moan of desire. Knowing he has told her no she lowers the skirt smoothing it as she scurries to the door. Unlocking it she swings it open the sunlight blinds her for a second as she slips out. The door clicks shut as he rises moving to the kitchen. Dumping the last of his soda he throws the can into the recycling bin. Moving to the door he locks it as he pulls it shut.
Knowing she was tormenting him he decides to repay the favor. As he walks over to the car he opens his door and slips inside. Her pumps are off on the floor he smiles seeing the little feet he used to love to punish. Adjusting himself he arranges it so his cockhead and an inch of shaft peak from the leg of his shorts. "Lay your head on my thigh dasha." He smiles as he begins to drive back to his home. He feels her lay there only an inch separating her lips from his cock. The tint windows hide her lying in his lap from other motorist. He feels her begin to inch towards his head wanting to taste him. He remembers she was always a hungry pet. "No you may not touch it dasha. If your lips touch it you will receive a lash for each suckling." His tone is dares her to disobey as he drives out of the city down the highway toward home.
Driving he feels her breath on his cock keeping him hard. He can hear her whimper and squirm on the seat next to him. He says nothing letting his mind focus on the drive. The entire trip home she almost fails her lips aching to stuff him into her mouth. The only thing stopping her is the fear of his whip. His teasing is tearing her apart she has no clue how close they are to home. As they pull up the main drive maybe two minutes from the house she cries out in agony. Having a split second to brace himself as her hot mouth slides over his cocks head. She had taken a deep breath right before impaling herself on his cock. She sucks hard swallowing his head trying to get more in her mouth. Looking down he laughs as she frantically nurses on him. Her tongue works overtime swallowing as she comes up for air, he puts the car in park.
Whimpering she makes another dive for his cock, this time his hand catches her hair. Pulling her back just before her lips caress him again. "Well sweet hungry dasha you've earned two whippings for your teasing and now for your disobedience." His voice is sharp as he says this she squirms on the seat hot and in need.
"Please Master rape me I am hot and helpless for you Master." Her tone is a whisper as she squirms on the seat.
Reaching down he pushes his damp cock back into his shorts. "Later, maybe now get out and go inside wait in downstairs but do not speak to the other pet." He voice once more is cool and calm even as he Masters his desire.
Whimpering she slips out of the car not daring to say a word knowing she was wrong. Moving to the door she opens it going inside his eyes leave her only when the door shuts. He shuts off the car getting out adjusting himself so it is more comfortable. Grinning he locks the car with his remote then walks inside. Looking around as he locks the door seeing he is alone. Nodding approvingly he lifts the remote flicking on the television. Two screens appear as he watches what talis did while he was gone. The second smaller screen shows the room now in live view. Movement on it catches his eyes causing him to pause the tape.
Flicking the real time onto the main screen he watches dasha. As she moves into the room the other pet gasps. Talis looks at dasha whimpering, "Please help me!" Dasha knows she has already pushed her luck today. Doing as told she ignores the little pet in her prison. Moving to the wall dasha looks lovingly over several toys there. Selecting a long flexible cane with a leather tip she knows that Master will approve. Moving to the small clearing in front of the pen dasha slips off her dress folding it neatly. She kneels facing the kennel waiting for him as instructed the cane cradled lovingly in her hands like a treasure. Smiling as he watches the screen he shakes his head pressing a button the tape returns to the main screen.
Watching the tape fast forwarding when she crouches and such. He notes her first struggle with the chain. She does as he instructed after maybe thirty minutes. Watching as talis studies the different objects in the room the medical table still makes her shiver. Smiling as he notices her looking over the saw horse with confusion. Thinking poor dasha will be a sore slut by morning. Shrugging he moves to the kitchen shutting off the television. He pulls out two bottles of water with small X's on the caps. Then pulls out one more without an X for himself. Moving to the secret door opening it he steps inside waiting till it clicks shut behind him.
