My Life

I was so excited to get a comment back on the last couple of chapters, until I read them. Ouch, that stung a little bit. I'm sorry this story isn't to your liking. But here's the next chapter, as contrived and predictable as it is.

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It had taken hours to fall asleep last night, but I must have eventually done so because light was now coming in through the window. I went to change positions and was reminded that my hands and feet we're still tied to the ends of Kyle's bed when I felt the pull of the cords around my wrists and ankles. The bindings were tight enough that no matter how hard I pulled there was no escaping them, but they weren't so tight as to cut off circulation either.

I rolled over to my other side and found the bed empty, Kyle was gone and the room was silent, except for the occasional tick of the ceiling fan. This wasn't good. I needed to use the loo.

"Kyle?" I yelled out and then listened. I couldn't hear any movement—no voices. Was he even here, did he go to work and just leave me here?"

I pulled on the rope at my hands and thrashed around on the bed trying to free myself but the attempts were useless. I was stuck. I laid still and stared at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened the day before. I had let myself get so caught up in my emotions that I was had been willing to do almost anything Kyle wanted me to. And now here I was tied like a prisoner to his bed and abandoned. I pulled again at the ropes and bounced up and down on the bed at the waist, trying again to free myself.

"That looks very sexy you know, you rolling around like that in my bed," sounded Kyle's voice from across the room.

I craned my neck up the best I could and looked past my feet and found Kyle, sitting in a chair in the corner with a book in his lap.

"I need to pee," I said in pleading voice.

I heard Kyle stretch, and the chair squeaked as his large frame pushed against it, "You twist and turn too much in your sleep, pet."

I strained my neck again to look at him, "It's not my fault. It's hard to sleep like this," I said and pulled on the ropes for show. "Pet?" I said, "Is that what I am now is your pet?"

Kyle stood from his chair and slowly approached, "You're tied up so you can't run away and you're here for my amusement, so yeah, that's exactly what you are."

My mind shouted at me when I heard him call me his pet, the last thing someone should want to be is someone's personal play thing, but that damn feeling of intense satisfaction came to life inside me, pushing rational thought aside.

Kyle touched the top of my foot and then ran his fingers up my leg slowly, stopping at my nipple where he rolled it between his fingers and then caressed small circles.

The attention on my breast was nice, but the need to use the loo was overriding everything else, "Please sir, I really need to pee. I don't want to dirty your bed."

He continued to run his fingers lightly over my body, "I'm sure you do, but I doubt you could with the plug I put in you last night."

I hadn't forgotten about whatever it was that he had pushed into me last night, but at some point I guess I got used to it because now I couldn't feel it unless I moved my legs around and tried to feel it.

"I'll untie you in a minute, but first I want to talk to you."

I pressed my knees together out of habit, "Okay," I said, trying to ignore the now incessant urge.

"Are you still sure about this? When you woke up this morning and realized you were completely helpless, when you had a plug inserted into you little cunt all night and when your more rational side tried to tell you not to, did you still want to continue? Or should I untie you and take you home?"

This wasn't fair to ask me first thing in the morning, I thought to myself, because there was a moment, where if I was completely honest with myself, I wanted to go back home. Sure this had been fun but had I let my stupid fantasies run a little too wild?

No, I wanted this, and it scared me how badly I wanted it. But how could this possibly work out with Kyle once my parents were home? I had to go back to school in a little less than two months, though, so maybe I could let things play out for a little while and see what happens. What could it hurt to play along and maybe live something that I'd so often dreamed about? I could always just stop and tell Kyle it was over. Why not?

"I don't want to quit," I responded.

Kyle nodded and began to undo the rope from my feet, "You'll need to pull this plug out when you're sitting over the toilet or you'll piss on the bed. When you're done you will clean it in the sink and then come down stairs for breakfast."

Once my hands and feet were loose I sat up and let my feel hang from the side of the bed. It felt wonderful to be able to move my arms again. I stood up cautiously and made my way to the loo. The plug felt odd inside of me as I walked but not too uncomfortable. I stepped inside the small toilet room, sat down and reached down to grab the plug.

I found that there was enough of it sticking out that I could pull it with my fingers, but when I pulled it didn't want to come out. I realized that the end was slightly tapered so that it would stay in place, and if I wanted it out I was going to have to let it stretch me out before it came loose. I put my feet up on top of the toilet lid and opened my knees. Then I took a deep breath and pulled it away from me. I could see the skin stretch and then I watched as my vagina opened up little by little until the plug eventually came out. I began to pee as soon as it did, however and had to sit up quickly so I wouldn't make a mess. What a relief.

I sat on the toilet and looked at the plug that had just spent the night inside of me. It was short and fat and, like I thought, had tapered ends. But it wasn't very long and wouldn't have broken my hymen—if my hymen was still intact. I'd taken some nasty spill when I was surfing and I'd heard that a girl can actually break her hymen unintentionally from things besides sex.

Feeling much better I exited the bathroom, cleaned the plug and went into the bedroom. I scanned the floor for a second until I remembered that my bikini was probably out by the pool. And, I wasn't allowed to wear clothes anyways. This was going to be an interesting day.

I began to feel nervous and embarrassed as I descended the stairs, which was silly since I had just spent all night lying naked next to Kyle. I stepped into the kitchen and smelled bacon and saw French toast cooking in a large pan: Perfect.

Kyle looked a little more relaxed than he had upstairs, "Have a seat my naked pet," he said casually.

"Don't tease;" I said embarrassed and hesitantly sat at one of the island's bar stools, "you made up this stupid naked rule."

I could see Kyle's shoulders bob up and down as he turned his attention back to the stove and laughed, "And I don't regret it for a second. You are amazing to look at." The compliment made me smile but also made a blush spread through my entire body. Kyle turned and stole a glance at me, "Love it when you blush like that."

Somehow I blushed even more, "Don't you have to go to work?" I said, desperate to change the subject.

Kyle shook his head as he took a plate from an upper cabinet and place the French toast and bacon on it, "I make my own schedule so I no, not really."

He put the plate of breakfast food in front of me and I instantly snatched up a piece of the bacon. "Careful, it's hot," he said, and his tone struck me. It wasn't so authoritative like it was last night or even this morning in his room. It was hot and I had to move it around in my mouth to keep it from burning.

"You don't listen very well sometimes do you?" Kyle said lightheartedly.

"Are you channeling my mum?" I asked seriously.

"You need somebody to take care of you, pet."

I rolled my eyes and picked up another piece of bacon, only this time I blew on it before putting it in my mouth, "You're acting differently," I finally said, my curiosity getting the better of me.

A thoughtful look crossed Kyle's features, "I'm glad you noticed," he began, "Unless you use your safe word, Jillian, at which point everything stops, I am going to ease you into this. I will determine when to push you, when I want you to do something and even when I want you to be free to do what you want to do. Understand?"

"I think so." I stole a glance at Kyle between bites. He looked so good leaning against the kitchen counter in nothing but a pair of shorts, eating his own breakfast from a plate he held in his hand. I let myself imagine what he would look like standing there naked. I suddenly had a very strong desire to see his cock again.

I reached for the syrup but Kyle snatched it out of my grasp before I could get it, "Hey," I cried out.

Kyle suddenly got a very mischievous look, "Nope, not today; I have something else in mind to flavor your breakfast."

I stopped chewing my bacon as my mind connected the dots on what he was implying—or at least at what I thought he was implying.

"Come here, pet. And bring your plate with you," he ordered, his voice taking on the firm tone I had heard earlier. My sex flared and my legs felt a little shaky.

"Kneel onto the floor," he said, point to the spot right in front of him. I did so. "Remember what we talked about last night, about soft and hard limits?"

I looked up and nodded. I felt so small kneeling on the floor at his feet.

"It's one thing to talk about it and say yes or no to what you think you would like to do and what you don't want to do. But unless you use your safe word or I already know it's one of you absolute limits I'm going to push you."

I nodded again but didn't speak.

"Good... now give me your plate and then you may suck my cock. When you can get me to cum I'm going to pull out and cum on your breakfast. And that's how you are then going to eat it."

I handed Kyle my plate and then reached for his zipper. I pulled it down, reached inside and pulled his stiffening cock out through the opening. I rose off of my haunches and stroked it several times with my hand, testing its weight in my palm. I caressed the shaft back and forth for several minutes until it had grown hard to the touch, and then I began to lick up one side and down another. When I had finally lubricated his cock enough with my tongue so that my hand would slide easily, I took him in my mouth and once again tried to take him as deeply as my throat would allow.

I felt Kyle's cock twitch slightly in my mouth and I felt a stab of pride that I was doing it right. I backed off and rolled my tongue around the head and then took him in as deep as I could again. I couple of times I was able to touch the tip of his cock to the back of my throat without gaging but I could only keep it there for a second before I felt the need to push away. I knew there are hundreds of derogatory names for girls that love to suck cock, but I was quickly starting to love performing the act.

Again Kyle grasped the back of my head and controlled my motion as he moved his cock past my lips and deeper into my mouth. I began to feel several strong twitches as a burst of cum filled my mouth. Kyle pulled out and guided my hand to hold him over my plate. With his hand over mine he had me stroke him back and forth as his big cock shot out one rope of cum after another over my French toast.

I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth and carefully put Kyle's cock back into his shorts and pulled up the zipper. He handed me my plate and I began to stand to go back to my seat.

"Uh uh," he stopped me. "Good pets eat on the floor," he said, pointing at the floor at his feet.

Was he serious, was the only thought that came to mind. I sat there frozen, half crouched and thinking if this was something I really wanted to do. This was just stupid part of my mind yelled at me. What kind of person eats cum covered French toast from the floor?

Kyle suddenly reached down, grabbed me by the waist and gave me a hard swat on my arse with an open hand. I yelped loudly and almost dropped the plate.

"Don't make me repeat myself, pet. You need to hurry and eat because I have a list of instructions for you today."

The slap across my arse stung something fierce and without thinking about it I dropped to back to my knees and put the plate on the ground in front of me. I couldn't believe he spanked me, and it had really hurt. It wasn't a playful fake one, but a real all-out slap. This was ridiculous. Why in the hell am I doing this to myself? Why am I feeling so fucking randy all of the sudden, I asked myself as my sex flared again and I felt intense warmth grow between my thighs.

"No hands, pet," Kyle further instructed.

I looked closely at the plate. Kyle's cum had almost covered all of it and was soaking into the bread. Still feeling the sting in my arse, I leaned down and used my tongue to get a piece of the toast into my mouth. I took a bite and began to chew, tasting the familiar cum I had tasted last night. Without thinking about it, my hand found its way to my pussy and I began to make the small circular movements over my clit. I couldn't believe how wet I was—I was soaked. What the hell is wrong with me, I wondered over and over as I continued to eat the French toast.

"Good girl," Kyle said, pronouncing his words slowly and deliberately. "I think I like you on your knees a lot," he said and then paused in thought for a moment, "in fact, I can see a few rules in the future that would require you to be on all fours all the time when you're in the house. What do you think about that?"

I wiped my mouth as clean as I could with my hand and looked up at Kyle, "...I'm not sure?"

Kyle smiled, "There's a lot of fun finding your limits and I'm glad you're open to try things. When we find a hard limit I will respect it and I'll never push you on it."

"Okay," I responded and then asked, "Can I get up now?"

Kyle motioned for me to take the seat back at the island and then said, "I do need to run a few errands today. I've got a few ideas for tonight, so you've got some time to yourself. I expect you back here at six O'clock though."

I stood up and put my plate in the sink and then sat on the bar stool. I felt a little overwhelmed and I had a dozen different emotions waging war inside of me. Time alone would be a good idea to think about things.

Kyle's expression softened as he moved close and stood next to me, "If you change your mind all you have to do is tell me, or just not come over for that matter. I'll understand. This stuff isn't for everybody and, like I said, you're still extremely young to be doing this. But if you're absolutely certain and want to continue, then just be here at six and be ready to go."

Kyle paused and let me absorb this.

"If you do come back, I will be your become your master tonight and then there's no turning back."

This surprised me and it must have shown on my face.

"You see," Kyle continued, "If you want me to be your master we both make certain commitments: you to serve me an me to take care of you. This isn't a relationship to be taken lightly."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that if I want to start, but then change my mind, you won't let me?" I asked. I felt more than a little nervous at what his answer might be. I really had started this with the idea of just experimenting in mind. But what Kyle was saying now made it sound like it was a lot more serious than I was prepared for.

"No, if you ever want out I will never stop you, but if you're asking me to become your master I promise that I will always take care of you, cherish you, give you everything I can and push you to your limits. You are a classic submissive, Jillian, and as such, you'll never be completely happy unless you have someone like me to push you. You've only just now had a taste and I can see how it makes you come to life. I can't wait to see who you become once you've made the commitment."

I looked away from his gaze, "I need to think about this," I admitted. It was so much more than I had ever thought about and I need time to process it.

"I know. That's why I want you to leave and do just that. If you do decide to come back, however, I would recommend that you spend some time today stretching out that tight little cunt of yours, because I sure as shit will when I fuck you tonight and make you mine."

I felt a sudden lightheadedness and had to grip the edge of the countertop. I should have felt outrage but instead I felt nothing but lust. I needed to get some distance and I needed to get away so that I could think again because I was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the crass promise Kyle had just made.

My memory gets a little fuzzy as to what happened over the next few minutes, but the next thing I knew I was at my house putting on my running shoes and getting Maximus' leach from the broom closet. I had decided that a good run was what I needed to clear everything out of my system. I needed to think but my stupid emotions wouldn't let me out a coherent thought together.

Running has always been my escape from reality. Well, that and books. But running helped me purge all the bad stuff from my body and helped me clear my mind. I usually could make time to run four or five times a week at school and it had become something of a habit. Even though I had been surfing several times and that was pretty good exercise, I was feeling the need to run.

I first ran to the beach and enjoyed a nice jog along the sand. It took several minutes to get Maximus under control because he was so interested in smelling every little piss left from prior animals, but eventually he got into the routine and stopped trying to pull my arm out of its socket. I lost track of time as I ran and truth be told, I didn't really think a lot about the latest events. It was just good to run.

Walking into the house an hour-and-a-half later I refilled Maximus' water bowl and downed several large glasses of water, myself. I took my laptop into the bathroom and found a few pictures on bdsm, dominate/submissive and sex slaves. I then read a few of my favorite stories and thought about what I wanted. I stripped off my sweaty cloths and sat on the side of the tub. I still had plenty of time.

I got the nail clippers from the drawer and pulled the small garbage can under my foot. What did I want to do... where did I want to be when six o'clock arrived. Randy Jamiee knew where she wanted to be, but the more rational Jamiee kept pushing her away and screamed at me to see reason. I finished clipping the toenails on one foot and switched to the other. The motion made me realize that my pussy was a little sore from last night, but the ache I felt triggered something powerful in my mind.

What I really wanted to do was just mess around for a week—play it safe and just have fun until my parents returned. Then I could go back to normal and move on with my life, having had an amazing sexual experience to tell Brooke about while she was tonguing my pussy. Well okay, that's what the safe Jamiee wanted. But I had had much deeper feelings about what I really wanted and I knew I was just scared to really look at them. I knew there was a part of me that wanted what Kyle was offering—hell, that part of me actually wanted much, much more than what Kyle was offering.

But those deeply guarded secrets were probably the ones that would lead me to... well I'm not sure actually. Hell... death? Was it the same thing? What would happen? What if I just went with it? Would it destroy my life or would it make it amazing? Would if fill the hole I felt deep down? I put the clippers on the counter and then turned the water on and filled the bathtub. I took my razor and soap and slid into the hot water. My tired legs felt immediately better.