This is part three of an ongoing series introducing Reilly Page to a life of pet play, including intense scenes of humiliation, degradation, cum play, BDSM, anal play, gangbangs, orgies, threesomes, public masturbation and sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and many other things. If these things make you uncomfortable, don't bother with this series. It will be told in duel points of view throughout the series. The first part of this story detailed how Ms Reilly Page lands herself in the position of being nothing but an owned pet for Mr. and Mrs. Jameson Matthews. The contract and rules were outlined, and in part two, the reality of being broken is starting to set in. She now finds herself in the unfamiliar territory of a whole new world. I highly suggest you start at the beginning of this series to understand their arrangement and who they are. The rest of the parts will detail the quick decent into delicious madness that comes from being owned and dominated and craving being used as a cum dump. Feedback is what drives this train, so please leave comments and feedback!
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"Fuck. Mr. Matthews," Darius breathes in an astonished tone, stopping in his tracks when we enter the living room, and he sees Reilly bound naked to the coffee table. The ropes binding her are tight across the inside of her knees, holding them wide open and giving him an unobstructed view of her asshole and dripping wet pussy, her hard clit peeking out from its hood at the top of her slit. Her tight pink areolas are crinkled around her rock-hard nipples like cherries on top of her milky white tits that jiggle as her nervous body trembles, her hands tightly clinging to the shiny metal butt plug that I had handed her. "I don't know how you do it, Mr. Matthews," he states, shaking his head and absentmindedly grabbing the crotch of his pants to adjust his already hard dick.
"Drink?" I ask with a smirk, retrieving my glass from the side table and heading back to the wet bar.
"Hell, yes," Darius replies, his eyes still gawking at Reilly's pussy on display. "Whatever you're having is fine."
Giving him a single nod, I grab another glass and drop ice into each, pouring whiskey over it. "Did you get a chance to get my car clean?"
"Yes, Sir," he replies with an emphatic nod, adjusting his discomfort again.
"Impressive," I state, handing one of the glasses to my guest.
"When you tip like you do, you jump to the head of the line, Mr. Matthews," Darius laughs, motioning toward Reilly and making me chuckle.
"I'm sure."
"I've never seen this one before, so I'm assuming she's a new one that I can't touch?" he asks, his eyes darting up to mine, but then immediately falling back to Reilly's pussy.
"That's correct," I state with a nod and sip my drink as I allow the young black man to walk around my naked pet and admire her from all angles. "Spit on her... Tell her she's a worthless cum dump... Whatever. Just no touching. I did make her a promise that she would get to feel you cum on her while I break in her throat."
"Fuck," Darius chuckles, drawing out the word. "No problem."
"More than once, if you can manage," I scoff, taking another sip of whiskey.
"Oh, I can manage!" Darius laughs, making me chuckle again. I watch heat flush across Reilly's skin as she listens to us talk about her as if she isn't in front of us, lewdly displayed. "And from the looks of your car, I'd say she's a squirter."
"She says she's never done that before, but I'm betting I can make it happen again with how edged she is right now." Walking to the side of the table as I speak, I grope one of her tits with my whole hand, gripping her nipple and rolling it as I tug on it, her back immediately arching and a whimper escaping her. "Isn't that right, Good Girl?"
"Yes..." she replies, her voice cracking to a barely audible level when she hesitantly adds, "Daddy."
"I'll be damned," Darius laughs, watching as I slide my hand down her body and rub her clit, making her hips squirm as she moans again.
I glance up and see him gripping the crotch of his pants and I smirk. "Seems like you've already made Darius hard, Pet," I state, spreading her pussy lips open with my fingers and hearing her breath catch. "Tell him you're ready to feel him cum on you."
A sob chokes out of her throat, and I hear her swallow as I feel her body shake under my hand. Slowly pushing three fingers deeply into her, she lets out a strangled squeal at the stretching sensation, and her toes immediately curl as she arches her back, her breath coming in pants.
"Don't make me tell you twice," I bark, making her jump as I curl my fingers and rub against her G-spot.
"Please!" she immediately shrieks. "Please... c... c... cum on me!" Her shaking words leave through sobs, and I huff a laugh at Darius frantically stripping off his clothes.
"You like to feel cum on your body, don't you, Pet?" I massage the inside of her pussy and the sound from her throat is garbled and strained. "That wasn't an answer." My incessant fingers continue their torture, and I watch her struggle to form the simple words.
"Y... y... yes," she finally hisses, drawing out the ending sound.
Pulling my hand away from her, I slap my wet fingers directly on her clit, a quick scream chirping out of her at the sudden sting followed by a shaky moan, her bound hips pushing up as much as possible into my hand. "Yes, what?" I bark.
"Sir!" she instantly cries out, and I have to grip the head of my dick through the fabric of my shorts to keep myself from cumming. I can hear Darius furiously pumping his fist against his shaft.
"You still needing to cum, Pretty Girl?" I ask, rubbing her clit with all four of my fingers in a fast motion, the wet sound, mixing with her whimpered moans that fill the air.
"Yes, Sir," she whines in a quiet, shame filled voice.
"I can't hear you over this sloppy pussy," I reply, pinching her clit between two fingers and making her hips buck on the table.
