My husband and I have been together 14 years and have been in the BDSM lifestyle for the last three years. We have grown closer then we have ever been and now, it seems, it’s time for our next step: Allowing His slave a pet of her own. Surprisingly enough, I found a girl though one of those online dating services. This is the story of what happened.
We met at a nice restaurant. The three of us ate and spoke of mundane things at first, the weather and our boring lives to let us all relax a bit. Then, as the restaurant emptied out, we began talking about BDSM and I came to find out the sweet little thing believed herself to be a Dom. My eyes roamed over her 5'2'' frame, her alabaster skin glowing in the dim candle light. Her hair was bright red with blond highlights and she had green eyes that sparkled with yellow flecks. I wondered how such a sweet innocent face could be cruel -- well, crueler then me -- especially with all those freckles.
Her name was Katie. She was 24, with a waif of a figure. My thoughts reeled as I listened to her banter about control, not buying it for a moment. What I do hear is a wildcat begging to be tamed. My husband glanced over and saw that look in my eyes, the impish one that he knows all to well. He fought hard not to chuckle as he too listened to Katie. His hand slipped over to run his nails along my fishnet-covered leg, sending a shiver through me. I suggested we head back to the house for a nightcap. We all agreed and we rose from the table.
Standing, my hand reached for Katie’s with a smile so warm it could melt an ice cap. I stand 5'6'', with B-cup breasts and a slim waist. Most say my best feature is my well- rounded ass, although I am most proud of my muscular legs and flat tummy. Quite impressive on a woman near 40. Igor, my husband, is 6'4'' with sandy blond hair, a fairly muscular build and a laugh that’s contagious to anyone who’s around him. We paid the bill and piled into the car with Katie between us. The drive home was uneventful with more small talk.
We arrived at our home and I moved to the bar and fixed us all drinks. Then I gave Katie a tour of our home. She pretended to be interested until we moved to the dungeon, a hiding wall in the basement of the Victorian home that opens to a room where the walls were made of stone, giving off the appearance of a cave. The floor was made with the same stone and polished to offer a shiny finish.
Along the walls were toys in an organized manner, all kinds of paddles, floggers, crops and the like. Against the far wall was a wooden cross, formed in an X, with metal shackles at all four ends. Near it was a table with several sterling silver devices upon it that promise interesting possibilities of torture. Next to it was a ring embedded in the floor, perfect for chaining. A small body pillow lay nearby.
I turned to her, seeing that sparkle in her eyes and smile at her. Sipping on the red wine, I walked the few steps to close the gap between us. Igor propped himself on the nearby counter and watched amusingly as my long nail slowly raked over her jaw line. Her gasp echoed in the room, sounding much louder then it actually was. I chuckled softly as my nail trailed down her throat and over her collar bone, ending at the swell of her small perky breasts. Her chest began to heave as her breath quickened. Her moist berry lips parted lightly as she panted. My own excitement grew but I kept it in check, wanting this to go smoothly.
Slowly I began to undo her blouse, my dark gray eyes locking with hers, boring into them as if looking into her soul. She began to tremble a bit as her lacy red bra was unsnapped and her firm young breasts bounced out of their confines. Bright pink nipples darkened as they became hard before my eyes, making my mouth water. My nail traced around the areola as I kept her gaze locked with mine. A growl was heard from where Igor stood, bringing a sinful smile to my crimson-painted lips.
Rising to a full standing position, my lips pressed into hers, I felt her soft full lips crush against mine as a soft moan came from deep in her throat. My fingers wasted no time undoing her skirt and letting it slide down her shapely legs, pooling around her feet. I grinned wickedly as I find she wasn’t wearing any panties and her mound was shaved smooth. Long nails raked down her taught belly and over her mound. I slid them between her slick puffy lips, continuing with the brutal kiss as she moans with pleasure.
I waited until just the right moment when I felt her body writhe and tremble with need before I stopped. She whimpered softly.
"What’s the matter baby? Hmmm ...want more?" I said with a sarcastic tone. Her eyes lowered, then shot back into mine as she mummers ever so softly, "Mm..m....more."
I smiled but, not yet convinced, I began teasing her little pussy, feeling her clit poking out from its hiding place. With a whisper of a touch, I made small circles on the very tip. I watched her inner thighs quiver. The scent of her sweet musky womanhood filled the room. My own pussy was throbbing and beginning to drip. I was determined not to lose control as I brought her close to the brink once more and halted.
My voice now more commanding as my hand reached up, grabbing her hair and tilting her head back. "What do you want slut? Tell me, beg for it!"
She whimpered a moment longer, then her juicy sweet lips parted as her voice cried out, sounding so helpless and desperate. "Please Mistress. Pah-pah-pleaese, let me cum?"
With that I let out a sadistic laugh. "No pet, not quite yet. You will earn your cums." Looking over to my husband, I noted the bulge in his pants. I crooked a finger to ask him over. As he stood there beside us, I pulled her hair down, forcing her to her knees. He winked and me and licked his lips as I ordered her to undo his pants. She did so quickly. This pleased me to see such a well-behaved pet and I pondered keeping her as his cock popped out. I could see the large purple head throbbing.
I pushed her head forward until the head of his cock was pressed against her mouth. "Suck bitch. Make Master cum and then perhaps I will allow you to."
She wasted no time sucking his throbbing cock into her hot wet mouth. A growl escaped his lips, a sign that she was doing a good job. I stepped back and unzipped the back of my dress, letting it fall down my tanned flesh. My husband smiled at me as I stand before them in a corset, garter and fishnets, along with six-inch stiletto heels - and, of course, no panties. Moving forward once more, I placed my hips against the back of her head, thrusting forward to force her mouth to take his cock down her tight throat. Master reached forward, pinching and twisting my nipples. I, in turn, reach down and do the same to hers with one hand. The other reached around and fondled his balls. I could feel them tighten in my hand, causing me to purr wantonly.
I assumed his cock was beginning to twitch as her sucking became more urgent, her nails digging into his thighs as my hips and his sandwiched her head between us. His eyes closed as he grunted, holding her head tight against him as his hips lunge into her. My hand softly gripped her throat as I felt her swallowing Master’s cum. I know first-hand how wonderful it tastes.
"Does my pet like sucking cock? Doesn't it taste yummy?" I said with a chuckle.
She moaned and murmured the affirmative around his shrinking shaft as she continues sucking until every last drop is in her mouth. Spinning her lithe form around, my hips thrust forward. No more instruction were needed. Her mouth devoured my slick wet snatch. Having just shaved that evening before we went out, it was as smooth as a baby’s ass and her hot tongue felt wonderful. Her fingers parted the outer lips and she made long slow strokes from the back to the front.
Master moved behind me, allowing me to lean against him. He brutally pinched and twisted my rock-hard nipples. Her fingers dug into my firm ass as she feasted on my pussy juice. Crimson lips parted as I began to pant, inner thighs already quivering as my large pink clit throbs. She took my clit into her mouth and sucked madly, her head bobbing ever so slightly, as if sucking a tiny cock. This was too much to bear -- I screamed out as my cunt exploded onto her mouth, sending wave after wave of sweet nectar down her throat.
She continued licking and sucking my twat until the last shudder coursed over my frame. She looked up to me, her eyes half lidded and glazed over. "May I come now Mistress?" She said in the sweetest voice imaginable.
