To be a Pet
5 o'clock, finally. I rush out the office door to catch the bus. I don't want to be late - Mistress doesn't like that. With 3 minutes to spare I reach open the door to her apartment, relieved that I made it on time.
As usual, I remove all my clothes, put on my heels and my collar. I put the leash in my mouth and crawl towards the living room, my tits hanging down, wiggling my ass.
I push the door open. I hear voices. Mistress is not alone? I am confused, don't know what to do; this has never happened before.
"Come in, pet, meet my friends," Mistress orders. Quickly I obey, pushing the door to the living room open with my forehead. Mistress sits in her favourite chair, two young women in business attire on the couch, facing me. I feel my face turn red.
I crawl towards Mistress, offering her the leash in my mouth. "Good pet," she praises me, and for a moment I forget the stares of the two women on my naked body.
"Table," Mistress orders. I plead with my eyes, but one look at Mistress' face makes me obey, and I quickly get up on the table in front of the couch. On my back, legs spread, feet close to my ass, my hands at my side. My Mistress likes this position, I've been in it many times, but never with others present.
The women stand up to examine me, walking around the table to get the best view at my exposed playground. I feel humiliated. I feel used, exposed. I feel myself getting moist.
"Nice," one the women exclaims, looking at Mistress. I feel proud that she likes Mistress' pet. "Does she do any tricks?"
Mistress looks at me and smiles. "Play with yourself, pet."
I obey. Of course, what else can I do? As my hands touch my lips I feel the wetness of my arousal. I am horrified, excited. I arouse myself more, the way Mistress likes it, slowly and sensually, touching only my inner lips at first, then pushing first one, then two fingers into my slick opening, never touching my clitoris until it sticks out, swollen, hot, hungry.
"Now," comes Mistress' command. Under the hungry gazes of the women I rub myself furiously, allowed to be close to orgasm, but no further. Stop. Again. Stop. Again. Stop. So horny; so close, oh so close. I desperately want to ask for permission, but the presence of the two women has me too ashamed; for now.
Predictably I am not able to take this for long. Blushing beet red, trying not to look at the two strangers looking at my wet, swollen cunt, I ask Mistress, "may your pet please cum?"
"Yes, pet, you may," she smiles at me, knowingly. I have never loved Mistress as much as in that moment.
With the women watching my face, grinning at my shameless display of lust, I cum.
Later, the women gone, Mistress allows me to cuddle up to her on the couch. "I'm proud of you, pet," she praises me. I hide my face between her thighs, breathe in her scent. I did good. Mistress is happy with me. I am complete.
As usual, I remove all my clothes, put on my heels and my collar. I put the leash in my mouth and crawl towards the living room, my tits hanging down, wiggling my ass.
I push the door open. I hear voices. Mistress is not alone? I am confused, don't know what to do; this has never happened before.
"Come in, pet, meet my friends," Mistress orders. Quickly I obey, pushing the door to the living room open with my forehead. Mistress sits in her favourite chair, two young women in business attire on the couch, facing me. I feel my face turn red.
I crawl towards Mistress, offering her the leash in my mouth. "Good pet," she praises me, and for a moment I forget the stares of the two women on my naked body.
"Table," Mistress orders. I plead with my eyes, but one look at Mistress' face makes me obey, and I quickly get up on the table in front of the couch. On my back, legs spread, feet close to my ass, my hands at my side. My Mistress likes this position, I've been in it many times, but never with others present.
The women stand up to examine me, walking around the table to get the best view at my exposed playground. I feel humiliated. I feel used, exposed. I feel myself getting moist.
"Nice," one the women exclaims, looking at Mistress. I feel proud that she likes Mistress' pet. "Does she do any tricks?"
Mistress looks at me and smiles. "Play with yourself, pet."
I obey. Of course, what else can I do? As my hands touch my lips I feel the wetness of my arousal. I am horrified, excited. I arouse myself more, the way Mistress likes it, slowly and sensually, touching only my inner lips at first, then pushing first one, then two fingers into my slick opening, never touching my clitoris until it sticks out, swollen, hot, hungry.
"Now," comes Mistress' command. Under the hungry gazes of the women I rub myself furiously, allowed to be close to orgasm, but no further. Stop. Again. Stop. Again. Stop. So horny; so close, oh so close. I desperately want to ask for permission, but the presence of the two women has me too ashamed; for now.
Predictably I am not able to take this for long. Blushing beet red, trying not to look at the two strangers looking at my wet, swollen cunt, I ask Mistress, "may your pet please cum?"
"Yes, pet, you may," she smiles at me, knowingly. I have never loved Mistress as much as in that moment.
With the women watching my face, grinning at my shameless display of lust, I cum.
Later, the women gone, Mistress allows me to cuddle up to her on the couch. "I'm proud of you, pet," she praises me. I hide my face between her thighs, breathe in her scent. I did good. Mistress is happy with me. I am complete.
10 years ago
