by Jamie Knight
He would come in no matter what. Slipping into my room, looking like a shadow in the hall light. Nothing I tried to do protected me as he got his hand under the covers and down my pants, putting his finger in there, covering my mouth with his other hand as I screamed and cried.
It really hurt but he kept doing it. Luckily, it never went any further than his finger, but that was enough to make me resistant to penetrative sex forever after that.
I really was grateful to April for taking me in. But her frequent “hobbies” were rather distracting. So, I was trying to find a job and move out on my own for the rest of the lock-down.
The college made me leave my dorm on the same day I lost my job. I’d been working at a bar on the Upper East Side which had also closed down due to COVID. I wasn’t going home and had very few options before April took me in and still didn’t have much going for me. I wanted to try and get back out on my own if possible.
The phone buzzed on the table.
I recognized the number immediately.
Mark.
Shit.
More images flashed through my mind.
They were unwanted but they were coming anyway, just like the fingers under the cover molesting me.
I remember Mark cuffing me and spanking me.
He always made the cuffs too tight and spanked too hard. I would scream to let him know it hurt, but it didn’t work. It just seemed to turn him on even more.
Then there were the nipple clamps. Sometimes the custom-made ones. Other times plain clothespins. They pinched my nipples to the point where I wanted to cry in pain.
It was supposed to be kink. That was what Mark kept calling it, but it wasn’t. It was abuse. He got off on hurting me and didn’t care if I got anything out of it or not.
Making me feel even dumber was how I’d met him. I had been warned time and again not to get involved with customers. It was always complicated and rarely ended well. I just couldn’t help myself.
He was so handsome and rich and very, very generous. I needed the money and he was more than happy to give it to me. I was too young and stupid to know what he wanted in return.
It didn’t take long. Only four or five trips in. A hundred dollar tip each time to butter me up a little more.
“You know,” he said, his beautiful eyes smoldering, “they’re looking for girls down at the club.”
“What club?” I asked, feeling like a stupid kid.
“Love Lush, silly.”
“Oh!” I gasped, my hand going to my mouth.
I’d heard about Club Lush. Everyone had. There was lot of media coverage about the controversy before it opened. I knew a bit about what went on there, at least in that it was supposed to be naughty, but I was woefully ignorant as to the full extent of it.
He swore it would just be me. I could join for free and even be paid if I became a pet. I could be either free use, going to whatever member asked for me, or private, only playing with one member.
What he didn’t tell me was that private pets could still be shared if the master allowed it. He put me on display where everyone could see everything and he let any guy touch me who wanted to.
“I want to fuck you,” he said one night, as he drove us to the club for more humiliation and pain.
“No,” I said firmly.
“Come on,” he whined, cupping his hand on my crotch.
“No!” I shouted, yanking his hand off me, almost making him lose control of the car.
“Why not?” he demanded.
“I want it to be with someone special,” I said, calming down once I saw that he was at least willing to listen to reason.
“I care about you, but not that way,” Mark admitted.
It went better than it might have. For a second, I thought he might kick me out of his car. Possibly while it was moving.
He clearly had no issues with hurting me when we were at the club, but I didn’t yet know if he was willing to harm me when it was just him and me. But luckily, he wasn’t and, what was more, it seemed that we understood each other.
“It’s over then?” he asked, as though to confirm.
“I think so,” I said.
Mark drove me back to my dorm building and gave me a kiss goodbye. I let him, even though I was glad we were done. His taillights disappeared into the dark and I didn’t think I’d ever hear from him again.
I wanted to try it, the kinky stuff. My curiosity was genuine, but it had to be with the right guy, and Mark was not that guy. He was far too violent for me. All pain and no pleasure, which wasn’t how it was supposed to work.
As he himself had said, he didn’t care about me that way. Not enough to think about my pleasure. Instead, he treated me like a toy he’d just bought and wanted to show off to all his friends. I didn’t think he meant to, really, but it was just how he was, and we were ill suited.
And I didn’t care about him in that way, either. It had just been something I was doing for money. I thought he had no personality except for being a jerk.
Now, my phone was ringing, and Mark’s name was flashing across the caller ID screen.
I knew I shouldn’t answer it. My vengeful side told me that if I did, I should tell him exactly where to go and what mode of transport he should take to get there.
I also knew I wouldn’t do that, though. I answered the phone, vowing to be civil, because, truth be told, I was pretty desperate for money.
“Hi, Mark.”
“Hey, sorry about this, but I’m calling for a friend.”
“Oh?” I asked, not expecting that at all.
“Yeah, his name is Joshua, he’s also at the club.”
“Oh, is he—”
“No, he never touched you.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling my shoulders relaxing.
This Joshua guy was already pretty high up in my estimation, having never taken advantage of the situation when Mark opened me up for an unwanted free for all.
“He wants to know if you would be interested in going into quarantine with him and being his live-in pet. You came at my recommendation.”
I wasn’t quite sure what to say. I felt both relieved that he didn’t want me to get back with him and intrigued by his friend’s proposal. I’d never really considered such a thing but it kind of made sense, in an odd way.
“Well, thanks for thinking of me and yes, I might be interested. Tell your friend he can call me.”
“Okay, I’ll have him give you a video call later tonight.”
I didn’t tell him I was already in bed. It really was a bit early for me to have turned in and there was no way I was going to get to sleep after his call.
I sat in the dark, trying my best not to listen to April getting double-penetrated while instead trying to think about what this Joshua guy might be like. Other than rich and hot, which were pretty much a given considering he was a member of Club Lush.
As I heard April screaming and the walls pounding, I thought that maybe this Joshua guy could be my ticket out of this place.
Chapter Three - Joshua
Hope is a complicated sensation. It’s both powerful and potentially empty at the same time.
The universe was going to go how it was going to go, not really giving much thought to us tiny dust specks within it. Though, on the other hand, without hope, at least of some kind, it would be difficult to keep people motivated. Even ambition is hope of a sort.
As I sat in my office, waiting for Mark to call back, to know if Celeste was interested in being my pet, I went through about a dozen different emotions in about five minutes. And every one of them was either undercut or amplified by hope, depending on whether they seemed positive or negative at the time.
When the call came back, I almost did Snoopy dances, yet, somehow, managed to maintain my composure.
“Hello?” I asked, as business-like as I could muster.
“She said yes, she is interested. She wants you to give
her a video call so you can talk.”
“I owe ya, buddy.”
“Big time,” Mark said, before hanging up.
He was probably right, but still, it didn’t matter. No matter what it was he wanted me to do for him in return, it was sure to be worth it. I got a new message alert and saw that Mark sent me Celeste’s email so I could do the video call. How thoughtful of him.
My fingers actually shook as I dialed. I feel like a schoolboy about to ask my crush to a dance. It rang a couple of times before she picked up. The sight of her nearly knocked the wind out of me. But I heard strange noises in the background.
“Are people there having sex?” I asked.
It was a weird question, but it really did sound like there were people, lots of people, having an orgy nearby.
“Um, yeah. My roommate is a bit crazy and likes to do, er, adventurous things. You know the kind of stuff.”
“No, tell me,” I said, putting on my master voice.
“Um, pot and orgies. Lots of orgies. All kinds of orgies. Men, women, all of it. She’s into some crazy stuff.”
“From what I hear, and more to the point, from what I’ve seen, you are, too.”
Celeste blushed shyly.
She was so cute!
She also looked really innocent. Even younger than 21. Mark was telling the truth.
I wondered how he’d ever gotten such a lamb to follow him but that didn’t matter. She was interested in coming with me. At least so far.
“I heard from Mark that it didn’t work out with you two. I want to be clear that I have very demanding expectations. It is important you know that from the start so there are no surprises later. I want you to be fully informed and consenting before anything happens.”
“I understand. I’m willing to do anything to be your pet and as your pet.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
“Do you give your consent for me to take control of you and will you do anything I tell you to?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master.”
She said it so quietly it sounded like a whisper. Her eyes were cast down like a good submissive. At least the kind I liked, since there were all kinds, of course.
Even so, it looked like she was becoming mine. I hadn’t broken her in yet, but it was a good start. I got the impression that all she needed was a firm hand from the right master.
“Take off your clothes,” I said, firmly but not cruelly.
“Master?”
“Strip. I want to see you. All of you.”
“Yes, master,” she said, casting an eye to the bedroom door I could hear open.
Slowly, the layers peeled away, and her lush young form revealed itself. I could almost smell her excitement as she shyly took down her panties, instinctively keeping her thighs together. I loved to see her curvy body on full display for me.
“Open your legs. Put one foot on either side of the computer. I want to see your pussy.”
My sweet pet did as she was told. Sitting back on the couch, she spread her tender pink pussy lips for me. I could see that they were already glistening with arousal.
She was so hot I couldn’t help but take my cock out and start stroking it. I caught her eyes widen as she saw it.
“Like it?” I asked, still stroking.
“Yes, master.”
“Would you like to take it in your hot little mouth and suck it hard?”
“Yes, master, please, anything you want, I’ll do.”
“Reach down and spread your pussy hole open for me,” I instructed.
She did what I said without hesitation, spreading her pink, virgin pussy as far as it would go, which really wasn’t very far, because she was still so fucking tight.
“Can you get a finger in there, pet?” I asked gently, realizing it might be too tight.
“No, it hurts,” she whimpered.
“It’s okay, just stroke the outside.”
“Okay,” she agreed, gently stroking her tender pussy lips in light circles.
I could tell by her reaction something had happened. She had been traumatized in some way, possibly by Mark, and I was going to have to be gentle with her. At least at the beginning.
No wonder it hadn’t worked out between her and Mark. Gentle was not exactly his strong suit. There were a lot of subs who liked to be treated rough, though it wasn’t the best approach for a newbie like Celeste clearly was.
She was far too young to have had any significant experience. Another major misconception about the BDSM scene was that everyone was young. There were some younger people, but they were pretty new. Most didn’t really hit their stride until their early 30’s.
I watched my little pet stroking herself. She had gotten the position as my pet as soon as she had undressed at my command, though I wasn’t going to tell her that yet. Still, I greatly enjoyed watching her trembling little fingers circling around her tight, wet, virgin pussy and I started to think about what I wanted to do with her.
I wasn’t planning to just start fucking her right off the bat, turning her around and bending her over the door as soon as we were in the front hall. That wasn’t how I did things.
First, I would take her to the bathroom, take off all her clothes and gently bathe her, washing her down from head to toe, getting her ready to have fun with me.
Then, after she’d eaten some proper food and we had signed the contract, I would take her up to bed. She could sleep in my bed the first night, I decided. Then move to hers the second. I would cuddle her and kiss her and let her know she was safe.
Even though I was in control, I wasn’t going to hurt her. She would trust me with her body and in return I would give her the most exquisite pleasure.
I could almost feel her warmth against me and imagined both of my hands gently kneading her tits. One would continue to do so as the other moved down to her belly and then to her pussy. I’d listen to her gasp and hum with surprise and pleasure as we made our first proper sexual contact as master and pet.
When I’d given her a proper stroking, I would get the restraints. Leather and chrome cuffs that would bind her wrists and ankles, first to each other and then to the bed, rendering her immobile.
Then I would kiss my way from her neck all the way down to her cunt and bury my face in her sweet little pussy until she screamed. It was something I was certain she’d never experienced before.
Then, when she was ready, I would ask if she was able to take my cock in her beautiful pussy.
If she said yes, I would lube us both up, move the ankle binding from the foot of the bed to the loop at the head of the bed, suspending her legs in the air before gently mounting her. I’d my way up and then through her sweet little cherry before giving her the first good, hard fuck of her life.
If she said no, I would turn her over and take her perfect ass. While she was still bound to the bed, laying out flat and helpless, I would gently massage her plump ass cheeks to calm her. When she was properly relaxed, I would rim and finger her until she relented.
Then, when she was good and warmed up, the lube would come out, it being very important in almost any penetrative situation, and I would lube both my cock and asshole before slipping in the head. Celeste would be subtlety rocking herself back against me, working my big, thick, throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her tight, virgin asshole.
It would hurt a little— I could tell that by her moans, but not too much— and soon enough, I would be halfway in her sweet ass, fucking her towards her first assgasm. There was a long way to go before that, though, of course.
I could hear her moaning and gasping in my head as she moaned on the phone, the pleasure rushing through her as she touched herself at my command.
Good, she was already obeying me.
The next step was to make sure this could happen in person, not just over the video call.
But for now
, I was enjoying whatever I could get.
Chapter Four - Celeste
Adrenaline hit me hard. I could feel my body jerk from the jolt. Terror ran through me at the same moments as moans of pleasure and joy burst forth from my lungs.
I couldn’t believe I was doing all of this for a man I didn’t even know. Showing him all I had and then stroking my pussy in front of him. Knowing that any of April’s ‘guests’ could walk in at any time.
Even more surprising than what was happening was that I really liked it. Joshua was so handsome, and his voice was so firm and in charge, but also somehow gentle. Like what he was saying was for my own good and surprisingly loving.
It was exactly what had been missing with Mark. I knew he wanted me, but it was only on a physical level. Joshua actually liked me and wanted me to feel good. I wanted to make him feel good too and couldn’t help but imagine sucking his beautiful cock as I fingered myself.
Then, in my fantasy, he was on top of me. Fucking me. Taking my virginity just the way I always hoped it would be taken. I wanted him so much I could scream.
I stroked my clit deliciously, one of the fingers on my other hand slipping into my wet pussy. To my surprise it didn’t hurt. I didn’t put it in very far, but it felt amazing, stroking up against my g-spot as I fingered my clit.
A new revelation fell over me as I realized how fun it could be to play with myself. Then how much more fun it might be to properly play with someone else. Someone like Joshua.
“It feels so good,” I moaned, so that Joshua knew what he was doing to me.
“I want you to cum. Can you do that for me, pet?”
“Yes, master,” I said, still in thrall due to the exquisite pleasure rushing through me.
“Tell me how it feels as you cum,” he ordered.
“Yes, master,” I replied, the phrase making me even wetter.
I was well and truly his pet. Putting myself completely in his able hands, doing anything he wanted me to and letting him do anything he wanted with me.
“I love it!” I almost whined.
