I don't remember driving home after Mr. Smith dutifully deflowered me. The scene replays in head on repeat. Each time I recall him making me cum, I feel my clit jump between my clenched thighs.
When the very real thought of getting pregnant resurfaces, I search through my room for the contract he gave me on the day I was hired. The surprises are getting to be...overwhelming. I need to know what it is I signed up for.
Sitting in the middle of my room surrounded by piles of papers and books, I skim the contract for the only thing I want to know right now. Finally, on page 43 under "Mr. Smith's Health History" the information reveals itself. A list of operations relaxes my fears and washes away my paranoia. He had a vasectomy before I was even born.
With the burden of possible childrearing lifted from my young womb, I climb into my bed clutching the packet to my chest. I imagine my first time again, but through a lens of relief instead of grief and fear. Mr. Smith knew he was sterile when he came inside me even though I was scared about it. While this behavior was far from his usual directness, thinking about him playing with me like that makes me want to play with myself.
I rub my puffy lower lips and gently, indirectly, stimulate my sensitive clit. An echo of the sudden painful anal sex was not enjoyable when it actually happened, but as I think about Mr. Smith being aggressive and taking what he wanted from me while giving me pleasure back pushed me into my sixth orgasm for the day. And for the first time...on my own.
Once my body stops shaking, I sit up and read the contract from the cover to my unassuming signature. I don't want to find myself in a situation like that again. A lot of things make more sense now, but the surprises are still going to be a regular thing:
"At least once a week, Mr. Smith will introduce a new companion duty with or without written consent. As a rule, verbal consent is binding."
Works for me. I hate doing the same things day after day and clearly paperwork is not one of my priorities. There was a lot of vocabulary to learn.
"Bondage"--I recall the fuzzy handcuffs keeping me in place beneath his weight. I have to take a breath to soothe my sudden and recharged desire.
"Party Service"--providing my body as a surface and service to his friends during a dinner party. This one excites me and petrifies me at the same time. Thinking about being exposed and used as an inanimate object makes my pussy tingle.
"Voyeurism"--watching me on the cameras--this one I understand. Upon reflection, I actually enjoy being watched.
The only times I ever thought about sex before were during my damn sister's endless sex stories or when she tormented me about never hooking up. We look exactly the same, but no one ever approached me or flirted with me. Not that I had a problem with it.
But with Mr. Smith, I don't feel desire for him either. He just brings it out of me with all his perversions and "kinks" as I now know to call them. I desire his attention, approval.
I fall asleep ruminating on losing my virginity to him--his cock cumming inside my pussy and roughly taking my ass right after. The feeling of being bound proves liberating in my memory even though I recall trying to wipe tears away. While my mind yelled at me to say no to him and get out of there, my body wanted to me to stay and see what would happen next.
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I enter his dark bedroom with nubile confidence and set his cup of coffee on the nightstand. After opening the drapes to let the rising sun in, the room glows orange. He's already sitting up and rubbing his eyes awake when I turn around. He sips his coffee and I perch at the end of his bed, as if yesterday never happened.
He looks me up and down, noticing my short sun dress and probably thinking about my bare pussy and ass underneath.
"You look very nice today," he growls.
"Thank you, Sir." I sip my coffee lightly. I can see the tent under the blanket already.
He eyes me coolly and smirks to one side, "I need to pee. Come on."
He takes my hand and leads me to his bathroom. He positions me on the toilet seat. One leg on each side, spreading my labia open wide to expose my clit. My little dress hikes up around my waist.
"Aim for your clit, beautiful." He stands in front of me stretching his arms up and resting them behind his head.
I dig his semi-hard cock out of his shorts and aim as best I can. I look up at him, signaling that I'm ready and he lets his bladder open. A rush of warm piss sprays out and hits my pubic mound, spraying up onto the wadded fabric. I jump and he laughs. I can't help but smile.
I lower the aim of his pee hole and feel a rush of excitement as the steaming stream lightly splashes over my clit. My pelvic floor relaxes and I release my own urine. The two trickle together down my pussy and over my ass before dribbling into the toilet bowl.
He lasts longer than I do. It all seems to go on for several minutes. My entire pelvis and pussy lips are warm and dripping with his pee. When he finishes, I open my mouth right away and he sticks his cock inside for cleaning.
After he pulls out with a pop, he tells me to shower and meet him in his office. "I have something very special planned for you today! And just put your clothes in the washer. You won't need them this morning." He winks before exiting the bathroom.
I'm excited and horrified. Another surprise? I slip my soapy fingers over my hard, swollen clit in the shower imagining getting fucked over his desk. I'm quick and thorough, not wanting to waste another minute.
Walking through his big house completely naked made juices drip down my legs. His office is a little different than usual with a large pile of cushions and blankets on the floor to one side of his desk and two large bowls on the other. On the desk itself lay a collar and leash.
"Oh, are you getting a puppy!?" I squeal, clapping my hands and jumping up and down, feeling the weight of my breasts flop on my chest.
"Something like that! I'm thinking of getting a companion pet and thought you could help me decide by being my pet for today!
"Here are the rules:
1. When the collar is on, you are my pet.
2. Absolutely no speaking--only barking and whining.
3. If you want or need something, get my attention like a dog would.
4. You may choose and speak a safe word in order to stop your task early for any reason.
5. Always be on your hands and knees, unless performing a trick by command.
6. No using hands to eat or drink.
7. Obey my commands as best you can.
8. Pee and poop outside.
9. Alert me if someone is at the door by barking and/or growling.
Here is the addendum. Sign at the bottom if you agree."
I sat there staring at the paper and list of rules. I was unexpectedly excited and felt the familiar tingling in my pussy and clit. The only thing I was not looking forward to was going potty outside. I didn't mind the idea of peeing so much, but I really felt so humiliated at the thought of pooping in front of him and how would I clean up after?
Setting the paper down and looking him in the eye, I say, "I have a no."
His face falls but quickly recovers with a reassuring smile plastered over his teeth. "Your first one! Tell me."
"If I need to poop, I will do so in the bathroom. I will crawl to and from the bathroom. But I will still pee outside. To be clear, my 'no' is this: No to anything related to poop."
He observes my posture, my smile, the desire in my eyes. Does he feel tricked? Outsmarted? Did I push too far?
But then he licks his lips. A sign he is turned on. I think he likes it when I'm assertive just as much as he likes me being a, what was it..."Submissive".
"Accepted." He crosses out the poop part and adds the bathroom-use clause and I write in my safe word--"Purple".
I sign and wait for whatever comes next.
"Good girl." Juice gush down my leg at the verbal praise. "First, we need you outfitted."
He walks around to the back of his desk. I expect the collar first, but he opens a drawer and pulls out a small steel bulbous item with a short fluffy brown tail that almost matches my hair color.
With the tail in hand, he walks behind me and instructs me to bend over the desk and spread my legs. A dream come true?
I do so and jump when I feel his tongue lapping at my asshole right away. I relax immediately and get ready to enjoy an orgasm soon. He rims and pokes, spits and dips his tongue into my hole. I moan and feel his fingers on my clit. I bear down hoping for more tongue but am surprised to feel the cool steel at my vaginal entrance.
He rubs my pussy lips with the metal, warming and lubricating the toy before poising it at my tiniest entrance. His fingers enter my pussy while slowly adding pressure to my ass. I concentrate on opening up for him and feel a pulse of electricity jolt through me when the toy pops passed my sphincter.
It sinks in until I can feel the fluffy fur on my ass cheeks. There is a slight burn, just inside my ass from yesterday's roughness but the plug is much shorter than his cock. It actually feels good in a way--the weight of the metal inside me. I clench my anal walls and feel the tear-shaped steel, stuck and comfortable.
"That's my good girl. How cute you look with that fluffy tail in your ass!"
"Thank you, Sir!" I stand and wiggle my ass for him.
He growls again, "Stay down." I don't have a choice as the weight of his hand on my back pins me to the desk.
His hard cock pokes at my pussy lips impatiently. I spread my legs to give him access. Moaning as he enters, I'm taken to another world when he plays with the tail. I feel full and splitting, stretched and wanting. I remember "Double Penetration" from the contract. Oh, I like this!
Even with the sore memories of yesterday lingering through my passages, his cock filling me bloomed pleasure within--eliciting high pitched, pleading sounds from my throat.
My back arches as he drags his soft palm and rakes trails lightly down my spine. He bottoms out and his rhythm begins. Short, hard strokes staying deep and his pelvis pressing my tail further into my ass with each forceful hump.
