PART 1: Peter's trip to the toymaker
Shelly was taking her pet to see her toy maker. This newest amusement was a man of about one year older than herself, which put him at 23. Despite his adult age, he was sweet and innocent, having been an untouched virgin when she'd picked him up at the club she'd found him playing in two weeks ago; a musician through and through. Sensitive and naive without the bitterness which touched many of the showbiz types trying to make it big out in California. She liked that.
For the first time, she'd fallen in love. Instantly. There was something she wanted to do for him; someone she wanted him to meet. This was where they were headed now as she thought about her own husband who'd died in a car crash several years ago, leaving her alone for the first time in her young life. She'd been looking for the right man to replace him. She couldn't say she'd ever been "in love" with him. He was older, always away from home, and not very attentive, but he was rich and had fallen for her, lavishing her with all the things she would need to make it through life.
She glanced over at Peter, her golden haired, onyx-eyed pet who sat next to her in the front seat of her Mercedes SL. The collar she'd placed on him was of a heavy silver chain and it made him completely hers. He'd been missing something in his life, and she had provided it instantly. The fact that he, like herself, had no family left made it very easy to keep him and she meant to do just that.
Peter sat back in the seat, glad that the windows on the car were heavily tinted as he shifted a little uneasily. She'd made him leave the house this time completely naked except for the collar she had locked around his neck that first night. The vulnerable feeling he had at that had made him harden instantly and she'd known he loved it. He ached already for release, even more so because of their play session this morning when she hadn't let him achieve release. She'd purposely not told him what he was in for so that his mind would run over all sorts of scenarios until he drove himself to a painful state of wanting. She tucked a strand of waist-length raven hair behind one ear, still glancing in his direction as they pulled into the neighborhood where her toy maker lived. One thing her husband had done was to introduce her to the man who catered to her every whim, making all the sexual torture toys she would ever need. She intended to take Peter to him for several fittings as well as some things that would both frighten and please him at the same time. One could never be too harsh in these matters, and it only served to heighten her pleasure. Her sweet face was incredibly deceiving, he'd found out immediately, although in her golden eyes he could see all the love in the world. He very much enjoyed the pain, or she would've sadly let him leave right away.
"How are you, Sweetpea?" She asked, reaching over to run her hand over the length of his immense thickness. He was gorgeous in every way, shape and form.
He let out a moan at the sudden touch. "I am fine, angel." He whispered as he bowed his head to watch her soft touch. He wanted to release at it, but she'd told him he'd better not dare, and so he bit his lip as he held it back.
She nodded, licking her lips at the way he strained against her hand. "Good boy." She almost purred as they pulled into the driveway at the home she'd been heading towards. It, like many homes here, was a Spanish style, complete with the red tile roof. They drove around back and through a gate with a twelve foot high privacy fence, then she parked in a space by two doors which led into the house. After shutting the engine off, she reached around into the back seat to get a few things, then got out and opened his door. There was a chain leash in one of her hands which she affixed to his collar. She surveyed the security of it, then smoothed down the skirt of her long, white sundress. "Come, my love."
He nodded, following her almost silently as the ocean wind brushed his naked skin. He wondered why she was bringing him here and the idea made him shiver in anticipation. The few times they had gone anywhere, she'd allowed him to go dressed and unchained, although the collar was permanent around his neck, a sign that he belonged to her and was her pet. He swallowed as he followed her into the house in his bare feet, feeling his hardened cock twitch at the cool feel of the air conditioning inside.
Having led him through the smaller of the two doors leading inside of the house, they were able to stand to their full height in a room that was obviously for her and her alone. It was decorated with things Peter knew she liked from having lived in her house for the past two weeks as well as the fact that there were photographs of herself all over the walls. She was in various stages of dress and undress, and the photographs somehow nicely mixed with the antique furnishings and strawberry scent in the room.
Peter was a good seven inches taller than herself, she assumed, at about 5'10", but she'd not measured his height yet, only the length of his cock. It was over ten inches and that was all she needed to know. In addition, it was big enough to keep her from being able to make a grasp around. What she liked about him was everything, but his height was just right so that she could stand flat on her feet and sink her teeth into his nicely-toned chest, allowing the fine, soft golden hair which covered it to tickle her nose. She did this now as she reached to the wall and pushed a button which seemed to have no purpose.
He groaned as she drew blood once more from him, sucking at the wound she made in his skin hungrily. He bore marks from her teeth and claws in his skin everywhere and loved it each time she put proof that he belonged to her on his body. They were alone for several more moments, Peter's groans filling the room as his body ached more painfully for some sort of release. Then the door opened and Peter's eyes grew huge as he saw that a man looked in on them. "Hello, my little dove." He said to Shelly, then his eyes went to Peter, looking him over appreciatively.
"Den." Shelly said proudly, removing her teeth from Peter's flesh and facing the man who'd walked in on them. "This is my new pet. I've finally found the right one." Dennis was well aware that Shelly changed men like she changed her underwear, none of them meaning a thing to her but pleasure. When she got tired, which was quickly, she went on to the next one.
"Oh my. Yes. I'd say you have. He's delicious." Dennis motioned them into the larger downstairs basement that served as his showroom for his creations. He licked his lips as he looked over Peter's naked trembling body. "You did pick a fine specimen." He murmured. It was extremely obvious that the tall dark haired man that looked Peter over was hungry for him. Shelly knew Den's tastes ran both ways.
"And he's completely devoted to me." She smiled. "Completely." She knew how much weight this would carry, and although she'd had devoted servants before, she'd not cared whether or not they were. They knew from the start that they were only temporary. "And he has my heart, as well." she added. Dennis knew how long she'd looked, almost giving up on someone who could capture her attention. While she waited for him to speak again, she led Peter over to a sofa, knelt down a bit, then fastened on the cock strap she'd palmed. He might be tempted to release and she couldn't allow that right now. "To keep you hard and from releasing, my love." She murmured, then licked at his chest and sat down on the sofa. She pulled him down on all fours on the floor in front of her.
"Oh you've trained this one well." Dennis remarked, watching how Peter went gracefully into the position. "How devoted is he to you?" Dennis raised an eyebrow as Peter watched him out of the corner of his eye, his heart thumping fast. "What. . .what would he do for your bidding?" Dennis licked his lips again, anxious to reach out and run his fingertips over Peter's tempting bottom that rose high into the air, the way Shelly liked.
Before answering, Shelly sat back on the sofa, then adjusted the skirt of her long dress so that it was up around her waist. She moved to the edge of her seat, then opened herself, giving Dennis a meaningful glance. He'd always been very appreciative of her beauty as well as of some of the more striking pets she'd brought in. Peter, however, was the most wonderful either of them had seen.
Getting a quick, tight hold on Peter's leash, she gently ordered, "Answer him, my sweet, then you know what I want. You may lick what you crave."
"I would do anything she asked of me. I belong to her." Peter murmured, his eyes only on Shelly's now as he moved to lick gently at her pink heat, already wet for him. He used exquisitely slow movements of his tongue, his hair brushing her inner thigh as he murmured contentedly into her. Tasting her eased the throbbing pain of his swollen cock in some way he couldn't explain.
"Oh my. Nice." Dennis said as he moved so he could eye Peter from behind. "You've kept him wanting quite some time, haven't you?" He raised an eyebrow at Shelly, proud of the way she'd trained this one.
She nodded, keeping her breath even and her tone off hand as Peter licked her very close to release. She reached down to pet him gently, murmuring that he was doing just the right thing. She opened herself wider so that they could give Dennis the best show possible. "Yes. He hasn't spilled for me since yesterday afternoon, and he's had a great deal of teasing." She confirmed.
"Is this the one you said was a virgin before you sunk your teeth into him, love?" Dennis asked as he reached down to run one fingertip down the curve of Peter's back, stopping just short of what he wanted to really touch.
"Yes. A sweet innocent. Molded into just what I need. There was plenty of natural ability there already, though." She winked at Dennis as Peter's tongue continued to lap at her with even motions, flat on her most inner warmth, just like she'd wanted. "You may touch." She raised her eyes back to Dennis to tell him this. Something about the idea turned her on. Dennis had participated in several events with some of her men before, but she'd simply ignored them, only allowing him to play with them by the time she was no longer interested and knew he would be.
He gave her a brilliant smile as he knelt down on the floor behind Peter. He knew how it would heighten the feel if her pet couldn't see where he was going to place his hands. Gently he ran them over the tempting curve of Peter's bottom, then he held the heaviness that hung below in one hand, feeling it with tender motions. Peter whimpered into Shelly's heat, unable to stop his licking but frightened just the same. "Oh he's beautiful. Full of cream." He murmured as he continued to lovingly stroke the heaviness in his hands.
"Don't worry, my pet. I'll only let you feel good things." She whispered to Peter. It was only a moment before his tongue drove her to come for him, and she gave encouraging words thick with desire. "Your treat for being so delicious to me." She continued to pet him, making fluid motions into his mouth. He wouldn't stop, she knew. "Go ahead, Den." She gazed at her toy maker over Peter's back, loving the look of desire in his eyes. "But treat this one with only love and care."
"He's never done this, has he?" Dennis said. "You haven't done anything like this to him before." It was clear that Dennis was pleased as he began to undress, exposing his own hardened cock as he listened to the soft whimpers Peter made.
