I wait patiently for my pet to arrive. I stand behind the door waiting, collar in hand ready to pounce. My heart is racing as I run through in my mind what I have in store for he today. The sound of the key in the door brings me back to life, I steady myself as she steps through the door.....
We are a strange couple, married but not to each other. High school sweethearts that have re-connected 20 years down the road. Ours is a relationship of lust...pain,suffering and lust.
I lunge at her and quickly snap the collar around her throat. Her first instinct is to protect herself, reaching for neck but I reach around her luscious body and grab hold of her arms.
"No, no, no, pet" I gently whisper in her ear.
I can hear her breathing quicken as she begins to wonder what I have in store for her. I turn her around to face me, what a wonderful sight she is, slightly panicked and collared.
"Take off you underwear" I demand.
She looks at me and begins to speak but I cut her off.
"Don't open your mouth until I tell you to" I growl at her.
"Now do like you women do and take off your underwear"
She now understands what I want her to do. As my pet starts to wiggle that lovely frame and remove her bra my member starts to awaken. I pull her by the leash that is attached to her collar.
"Hurry it up slut, you know we don't have all day" I tell her.
I see her face redden as I call her a slut but I can also see her nipples are rock hard,trying to rip holes in the blouse she's wearing. She is balancing on one foot,removing her panties from under her dress when I pull on the leash again. She stumbles and tears her panties.
"Oh well" I say "There's another pair that your husband will never see again"
Her stumble has left her on all fours, her ass sticking proudly in the air.
"I can smell you pet" I tell her. A combination of her pussy and ass fill the air. I always loved that about her, her scent was very arousing and present. I pull her up onto her knees and move in front of her. Her gaze is at the floor,exactly as it should be. I cannot believe how lucky I am...
I have two lives. One honest and true the other this... a slut at my feet ready to do whatever it is I want her to do.
I step closer to her.
"Do you want to suck my cock?" I ask.
She looks at me and I nod.
"Yes Master" she says
I frown
"Yes Master, I want to suck your cock" she quickly re-answers.
"You may undo my pants" I tell her
She reaches up and undoes my pants, my cock straining against the material. They fall to the floor and my cock springs forward. What a sight,my rock hard cock inches away from my married sluts wanting face. I push my cock to her lips.
"Kiss my cock slut" I tell her.
She obeys and kisses the head of my cock.
"Do you still want to suck it?" I ask again.
She pulls away "Yes Master I do" she says.
"I don't believe you" is my answer to her.
"Please Master, may I suck your cock. I need it in my mouth, I need to feel you, to taste you in my mouth" she pleads.
I am starting to get aroused now. I love when she begs. I also like to make her squirm. She likes when I say and do nasty things to her.
"Maybe" I reply
"Did you fuck your husband last night? I ask
She looks down at the ground, a tell tale sign.
"Did you suck HIS cock? I question her.
Her hesitation upsets me and I yank on her leash.
"Well?" I demand.
"Yes Master, I sucked his cock" she embarrassingly admitted.
"Did you let him cum in your mouth?" I ask.
I can see the redness in her face grow with each question. I love this, watching her get more and more uncomfortable. Her humiliation is my pleasure.
"Yes Master, I did not let him cum in my mouth" was answer.
"So you sucked and fucked your husband last night and now you are on your knees in front of me begging to suck my cock" I mused
"So what does that make you then?" I coyly ask
The question reddens her face even further. She knows what I want to hear and she knows it's true.
I can smell her pussy from here and I know she must be itching for relief.
"I am your slut" she says bowing her head.
I grab her by the hair and pull her to her feet.
"You're what?!" I yell in to her face.
I take hold of her by the throat and push her against the wall. Slowly I squeeze, her air cut off I ask her again,
"You're What?"
There is fear in her eyes, which I like, yet she knows I won't hurt her.I release my grip enough to let her speak.
"I..I..am a slut" she stutters.
She stands there, her head bowed, collar around her neck, leash hanging down with no underwear...broken...